#and I have the worst baby fever lately

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Ungodly Hour (7)

While having dinner with your family, you begin to see Jungkook in a new light.

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Word Count: 4.962

Warning: kissing, simp jk, tsundere reader duh, baby fever, shower sex, creampie, fingering, dirty talking, unprotected sex, biting,

“Ah, Y/N.” your mother looks over her shoulder at you, her eyes glazing behind you for a moment. “You’re alone.” she notes matter-of-factly.

You scoff humorlessly. “Jungkook had to visit his family before coming here.” you respond, kicking off your shoes. “He should be here soon.”

You should have known coming here without Jungkook would result in your mother questioning you - curse Jeon Jungkook and his personality that has your mother loving him already.

Your mother makes her way towards you, wrapping you in an embrace. “I’m happy to hear that. I can’t wait to see him again.” she says. 

You roll your eyes.

Deep down, it’s nice knowing that your mother liked Jungkook. Her opinion on whoever you dated is important.

However - this was Jeon Jungkook you’re talking about. Everything he had said has come to life - even from the very beginning. You acknowledging him due to needing streaming services, you and him dating, your mother loving everything about him and to the worst of them all  - you liking him. The man revels in the fact that he was winning whatever challenge you and he had and he wasn’t even doing anything but being himself. 

Fuck Jeon Jungkook. 

“Why didn’t you go with him?” your mother asks when she releases you from her embrace. “Have you met his family already?”

You shake your head, glancing away. 

You didn’t want to admit that you were nervous because you were you - you never got nervous But you were new to this; meeting the family. 

That, and Jungkook didn’t necessarily ask if you wanted to come. “I’ll be having breakfast with my parents.” he said, putting on a jacket. “You can come if you’d like.”

That wasn’t an invitation - and besides, you didn’t want to intrude on a holiday. Jungkook doesn’t see his parents as often as you do yours.

“Think they wouldn’t like you?” your mother murmurs in a low, gossiping tone that you choose to ignore.

You greet your father silently - he was on a business call and appeared utterly miserable doing so. He hated talking, and each day you begin to realize that maybe you took more of his traits as you grew older. 

You and your mother speak as she continues to cook - about anything that the conversation brings. It began with small talk - work and family gossip. She asks how you and Jungkook are and you answer as honestly as you could - she gushes how you appear to be “glowing” and that it’s Jungkook’s doing, but you’d never give a man that much satisfaction.

It was another 20 minutes when Jungkook did arrive. He had knocked softly on the door and you instantly knew it was him. You were ready to retort snarky towards him when you swung the door open, but you stopped in your tracks. 

“Sorry I’m late.” Jungkook speaks, a smile on his lips. The piercing slightly shines in the evening sun. He’s dressed casually, a dark shirt with dark jeans that are ripped at the knees. 

You notice Jungkook’s change immediately - his hair. His once long locks that sat on his shoulders have now been cut - the sides slightly shaved, and the top of his head, though longer than the sides, have but cut, as well. There’s a loose hair that falls slightly on his forehead and you swallow thickly. 

In Jungkook’s hands are flowers - this time bought and not yanked from his neighbor's garden. They’re assorted - lilies, sunflowers, gerberas and more. 

“You’re late because you stopped and grabbed flowers.” you deadpan, opening the door wider. Jungkook steps inside your home and goes to kick off his shoes. “Of course.” he chuckles. “Everytime we go to the bakery besides the flower shop, I notice you look inside.” Jungkook explains.

Jungkook extends his arms to hand you the flowers, a soft look in his eyes. Your stomach begins to churn and your heart thump. “Oh,” you murmur, glancing down at the bouquet of flowers now in your hands. “I didn’t know you noticed that.”

You’re embarrassed - you never knew Jungkook paid attention. It wasn’t anything worth being embarrassed about - flowers are pretty and you’d often admire them whenever you could. You just never knew Jungkook had been observing you do so. 

“Of course I do.” Jungkook responds. He steps closer to you to wrap an arm around your waist to bring you closer to him. He inches his face closer to yours. “I watch you a lot.”

“Stalker.” you retort with a lick of your lips, your eyes darting from his eyes to his lips for a split second - a second that Jungkook catches. 

“I’d prefer admirer.” Jungkook responds right before kissing your lips. “What lipgloss are you wearing? Tastes sweet…” Jungkook kisses you once more, deepening it. 

“It’s,” Jungkook interrupts your speech to kiss you once more. “mango,” and again, Jungkook kisses your lips. “Kook-” Jungkook hums into the next peck of your lips.

You manage to push Jungkook away from you, your body rushing with heat. “You’re so obsessed with me.” you roll your eyes, a smile forming onto your lips.

Jungkook chuckles heartily, embracing you tighter. “I’m your number one fan.” he says. “Just missed you is all.”

Your heart leaps once more - this time at his words. You push yourself away a bit more so you wouldn’t fall into the rabbit hole that was Jeon Jungkook - you were in your parents home and you didn’t need anyone seeing how truly down bad you were for Jungkook when he spoke so nicely to you.

Despicable, you think, a few nice words from Jungkook has you ready to be out of your panties. How far you’ve fallen.

“You cut your hair.” you say to change the subject, eyes darting up to the new cut. Your hand reaches for it, touching the sides with interest. 

“I did.” Jungkook nods, leaning his head into your hand. “You like it?”

You nod slightly, then huff. “It’s alright.” you shrug. You needed to regain your control over the situation - and the overall relationship. You can’t keep falling for Jungkook and his traps.

Jungkook smiles widely. He wouldn’t tell you, but you were the reason he cut it. He recalls you telling him once on a random occasion that he would look nice with a cut you have seen while scrolling on your phone. It was a side comment that you didn’t think he’d take into consideration - and even now, he’s positive that you didn’t even remember. 

“What made you cut it?” you then ask, and Jungkook’s cheeks flushes. “What?” you say, snickering at the look on his face. “Did your little girlfriend suggest it?”

“My little girlfriend?” Jungkook raises a brow, unsure what you were about to say next. 

“Yeah, Sia.” you say teasingly - but your eyes zone in on Jungkook as you wait for a reaction. Jungkook scoffs. “Ah, we’re bringing up the girl that doesn’t cross my mind in the slightest.” he says and it’s the truth. He would forget about Sia entirely if she didn’t attempt - keyword: attempt - to speak with him.

“Just kidding.” you laugh. Your hand drops from his hair to his cheek. “I really do like it.” you murmur to him, a soft moment that you’d allow him to have - just this once.

Jungkook’s smile widens slightly, but there’s a glint in his eyes. “You want to sit on my face so bad, baby.” he murmurs.

“Ugh,” you push Jungkook away. “as if.” You do - and Jungkook knows it, too. But you’d have to deny it until it was time to actually do the deed. 

Jungkook is quick to wrap and arm around your shoulder, bringing you in for a side-ways hug. “We’ll worry about that later.” there’s a quick peck that’s placed on your forehead. “Let me greet my in-laws.”

“You’re not my husband.”

Jungkook doesn’t let up. “Yet.” he says, sending you a wink. 

Your mother is first to greet Jungkook, appearing far too excited to see him than she was seeing you prior. She wraps Jungkook in a hug. “You’re so handsome with your haircut!” she says.

You roll your eyes hard, placing the bouquet of flowers down on the kitchen table.

“Thank you.” Jungkook beams at the compliment. 

“Doesn’t he look handsome, Y/N?” your mother then turns to you.

You glance at Jungkook whose eyes are looking at you along with your mothers. His eyebrows wiggle - he was enjoying this entirely.

“I seen better.”

Your mother gasps at your words and Jungkook only laughs because he knows your true feelings. 

“It’s not like she had a lot of boyfriends. She was always so mean to the opposite sex.” your mother tells Jungkook with a shake of her head. “I don’t know how you deal with her.”

You’re taken aback for a moment, your ears perking at the conversation. 

“Y/N knows she can’t run me away.” Jungkook says to your mother. “I know how to deal with her just fine.”

Your eyes widen slightly at Jungkook’s words, your lips forming into a thin line. You shake your head at Jungkook - you didn’t need him insinuating anything sexual.

“You have to treat him right, Y/N. He’s such a sweetheart!” your mother turns to look at the bouquet of flowers with a huff, trying to rack her brain and remember when was the last time she received one.

“Jungkook’s not going anywhere.” you snort. “Is dinner almost done?”

“Yes!” your mother rounds the corner to go towards the stove. 

“Right.” you turn to Jungkook. “I’m gonna go wash my hands.”

“I will, too.” Jungkook follows close behind you, his eyes glancing around the walls as you walk down the hallway - there’s pictures of you and your brother from different stages of life and some family pictures.

You open the door to the bathroom and venture inside, flicking the light on. “Don’t let my moms words get to your big ass head.”

Jungkook follows behind you, closing the door slightly. You turn on the water and begin washing your hands. “I will. She called me handsome.”

You roll your eyes. “She makes it seem like you’re trapped.”

“Never!” Jungkook wraps his arms around you, his eyes on your reflection in the mirror just as you were finishing drying your hands. “I’m here willingly.” Jungkook’s lips place themselves on the nape of your neck and he kisses it. “You already said it. I’m not going anywhere.”

You bite your lip and turn off the faucet and wave your hands a bit to get the excess water off. You know what Jungkook is doing - you aren’t a fool. Him kissing your neck in this exact spot isn’t something innocent. “My parents are literally in the other room.” you sigh. 

Jungkook now has his arms wrapped around you, him standing directly behind you. One hand holds you in place by your waist while the other roams upwards. He grips your breast teasingly before placing it on your neck. 

“I just want a kiss.” Jungkook responds innocently - and you know it’s all a facade. 

“It always starts with you wanting a kiss.” you grumble. Jungkook’s breath is warm against your neck. “Then it ends with-“

“You sitting on my face. I’m aware.” Jungkook presses another kiss against your neck. “I just want a kiss, Y/N. That’s all. I promise.”

The hand that lays on your neck rises to your chin and gently, Jungkook pushes it to the right. “Just one.” you murmur, your defensive walls crumbling yet again. You curse yourself because of course Jeon fucking Jungkook was winning the battle.  “Then you have to get the fuck off of me.”

Jungkook laughs at your response. “Of course.”

Jungkook connects your glossy lips to his own and lowly, he groans. He was positive he kissed all of the gloss from your lips - but maybe you put more on when he wasn’t looking. 

The hand on your waist tightens and you know just what Jungkook was thinking. 

“That’s enough.” you murmur weakly, but Jungkook only kisses down your jaw to your neck again. 

“Okay.” Jungkook sighs. “You smell so good.” he compliments. “Taste good too…”

“Stop.” you respond firmly. You were a whore for praises - and Jungkook knows this. Even if you would insult him or call him a simp, it wouldn’t faze the man because he knows that deep down, you enjoy it.

“Stop what? Complimenting you?” Jungkook snickers. 

“I know what you’re trying to do.” you argue. “You want to-“

The door to the bathroom - which was never closed to begin with, just cracked - slams open. Immediately, you and Jungkook are startled, jumping away from one another and turning around to see just who had made their presence known.

“Is that your boyfriend?”

Immediately, your shoulders relax at the sight of your niece - for someone so young and only the age of 8, she was a lot to handle. Oftentimes you’d forget that you were the adult in the situation, bickering with her whenever and would be confused to be her older sister when out in public instead of her aunt. 

“Why are you here?”

“Rude.” she murmurs, crossing her arms. “My dad says we’re here to meet your boyfriend.”

Jungkook looks at the small child and instantly, he sees you. He blinks between the two of you, slightly amused at the sight and also afraid to speak.

“How does-” you sigh, already knowing the answer. You’re sure your mother had told him about dinner, invited not only him, but his children - especially his oldest child - to torment you further. “-this is Jungkook.” you sigh, waving lazily. She was going to pry into your life until you gave her what she wanted. 

“Jung…kook…” she says his name, looking up at the taller man. “Okay.”

Jungkook watches as your niece turns away and skips down the hall.

“Wow she’s-” Jungkook begins.

“Annoying?” you snort, turning towards him. 

“I was going to say just like you. So cute.” Jungkook snickers.

Fuck Jeon Jungkook.

There’s something about the way Jungkook looks right now.

Of course, the hair. The cut looks amazing on him and somehow appears even hotter than usual. The tattoos and piercings are always a plus - but that wasn’t it.

Jungkook’s holding your nephew. He’s only one and in the stage that he’s learning how to walk. Your mother and father are chatting amongst each other and your brother and you had just got done having a heated debate about if tomato was a fruit or a vegetable.

Somehow, your niece managed to sit directly beside Jungkook and talk his ear off about everything and nothing at the same time, and the man appeared entirely too intrigued about her meaningless conversation. And with how interested his sister looked with Jungkook, only made your nephew be, as well, crawling over and demanding to be picked up and sat in his lap.

Maybe that was it - the way Jungkook looked holding your nephew. He wasn’t a baby, but he looked smaller than he truly was in Jungkook’s arms. He appears utterly content being held by the stranger and Jungkook allows him to play with the rings on his fingers while he listens to your niece talk.

You glance away from the scene for a moment to collect your thoughts, grumbling something under your breath.

“He must really like you.” your mother’s words have you coming back to reality. “He doesn’t really like being held.”

You frown at the sight of Jungkook and your nephew now because it was causing a weird pull in your heart that has your mind racing at what in the world it could be. 

Your brother and you make eye contact, both knowing where your mother was going with this.

“Do you want kids, Jungkook?”

You groan with a roll of your eyes. “Mother-”

“Yes, I do.” Jungkook answers immediately. He bounces your nephew on his leg, his hand being tugged by the toddler. “Maybe two one day.”

Don’t entertain her, you want to tell Jungkook. Your mother would never stop digging deeper and asking more questions. 

“Oh, really? When do you two-”

“I’m gonna have to stop you right there.” you intervene, body flushing with heat. You take a sip of your water before continuing. “Mother, please.”

To your mother, the sooner you and Jungkook started a family, the better. She was growing to like him and that meant that she would be pushing the act of marriage and having children with you more often - even before you finished college. 

“I’m just saying,” your mother is quick to defend herself. “Jungkook looks like he’s amazing with children.”

Fuck Jeon Jungkook because now you were never going to hear the end of this.

Your brother is amused with the interaction as it reminds him when he was in your shoes with his current wife that his mother had adored similarly to Jungkook. 

“I’ll have to ask Y/N to marry me first.” Jungkook chuckles. “Getting her to be my girlfriend was a challenge alone.”

“Good luck getting me to say yes.” you grumble, crossing your arms. You try to be as offish as you could be to get the thoughts out of your head - the thoughts of Jungkook holding a cute baby that possibly looked exactly like him.

A baby with big doe eyes…

A baby with squishy cheeks…

A baby with a wide toothless grin smiling up at you…

Oh fuck, you think. This feeling couldn’t be baby fever. That could not be what you were feeling while watching Jungkook and your nephew - surely not. The last thing you ever wanted was a child - especially not with him. No, you need to push out all the thoughts of that. There’s no way you’d imagine how good of a father Jungkook would be; how attentive and kind and loving - 

You want to gag and your eyes glare at the culprit - Jungkook’s eyes already on you and his lips twitching upward as if he knows what you’re thinking right now.

“Fuck Jeon Jungkook.” you say aloud accidently, fully intending on saying it in your mind and hoping it would telepathy transfer to the man.

“Y/N!” Jungkook only laughs as your mother goes to scold you, your brother following suit.

“Y/N, I have to buy it for her!” Jungkook pleads with wide eyes. “She called me Uncle!”

“Can’t you tell she’s playing you?” you sigh with a shake of your head. “She’s 8. She doesn’t even call me her aunt.”

“Maybe if you bought her a Barbie dream house she would.” Jungkook says, turning his phone around to show you said dream house your niece had asked for at dinner. 

You blink a few times to process Jungkook’s words and then you shake your head once more. “You already bought it, didn’t you?” you ask suspiciously. When Jungkook doesn’t respond, your eyes widen. “You’re unbelievable. How could you let a child play you?”

Jungkook places his phone onto his bed and follows you into the bathroom. “But she called me Uncle…” he trails off. 

“She did that because she knows how soft you are.” you roll your eyes, kicking off your clothes and begin to turn on the shower. “She already has one.”

Jungkook isn’t fazed. “I know. She told me.” he says. “But this one is bigger.”

You should have known Jungkook would fall victim to your niece. She could be sweet when she wanted to, and cutesy. Of course, that was before she ran your pockets dry with whatever doll, dollhouse or slime she desired.

And all she had to do was call Jungkook uncle - she could smell the weak ones a mile away.

“When we have a daughter, Y/N, you can’t be jealous when I buy her things.” Jungkook says jokingly - it’s only done to get a reaction out of you. 

You turn around hastily to glare at Jungkook, body heating up. “I’m not-”

“I don’t want to hear anything else you have to say.” Jungkook interrupts. “Let’s take a shower without you denying me our future.”

Jungkook proceeds to strip as you enter the shower and goes to do the same. “Does the water have to be this hot?” he murmurs. 

“Yes.” you respond without saying anything further. If he wanted to shower with you it was something he was going to have to deal with.

Jungkook stands behind you, hands on your shoulders. He begins to rub them, enjoying how close he gets to be to you. “You have work tomorrow?” he asks after a moment.

“Yeah.” you respond, eyes fluttering close. The water burns heavenly against your skin as Jungkook’s hands work on your shoulders. “I don’t wanna go.”

“You don’t have to.” Jungkook suggests, working his hands to your neck. “We can just stay in bed together.”

You snort. “There you go again trying to get me to leave my job.”

“You constantly talk about the co-worker twice your age arguing with you.”

“Because,” you turn around so fast that Jungkook flinches. “the bitch had the nerve to tell me that I was wrong when I was told to stock the shelves!”

The water is burning Jungkook’s skin and he contemplates if he should have showered with you today - but nonetheless, he places his hands back onto your shoulders, you now facing him. 

“Yeah.” Jungkook nods quickly, because if he didn’t then you’d revert your anger towards him for losing track of what you were saying. “Fuck her. I bet she’s just jealous of you.” it’s always safer to agree with you than disagree.

Your shoulders relax and you close your eyes. Jungkook watches you, just wondering how your body can stand such hot water trailing down your skin.

Naked skin…

Such soft naked skin, gentle to the touch. Warm skin that he loves touching and rubbing…

“Is that your dick against my thigh?” you ask without opening your eyes because you know the answer. 

“I can’t help it.” Jungkook quips. “You look so beautiful…” he trails off, slightly embarrassed that it doesn’t take long for him to get hard.

You open your eyes and look at Jungkook, blinking away the droplets of water. You would usually say something snarky - how obsessed he was with you. But in the end, you and he already knew as such - and he would always agree with your words.

So instead, you smile - a genuine smile that has Jungkook’s cheeks burning and his cock hardening even more.

“You’re so cute.” you tell Jungkook, placing your hands on his chest. You rub up and past his shoulders, to his neck and then his cheeks. You gently pull on them. “So, so, cute.”

“I’m a man.” Jungkook rolls his eyes, but he allows you to tease him as much as you’d like. “Men can’t be cute.”

“Sure they can.” you snort. “You’re cute.” you place your hands on his shoulders once more. “Like a little puppy always humping my leg.”

Jungkook releases a deep laugh at your words. He brings you closer to him, wrapping you into an embrace. 

“I got you a gift.” you say after a few moments of being in Jungkook’s arms. “I hid it under the bed since you don’t look under there often.”

Jungkook hums. “You got me a gift?” he asks. “I wasn’t expecting one.”

“Of course you weren't.” you retort. “You always buy me things…I figured I should get you a little christmas gift.” you say, suddenly nervous.

Jungkook nods his head. “Thank you.” he murmurs. “I got you something-”

“You have to be kidding me.” you groan, pushing away from him slightly. “I told you not to buy-”

“I didn’t!” Jungkook shakes his head hastily, chuckling at your reaction. You had insisted on Jungkook not wasting any more money during the holiday season - even if he never truly listened to you. “I actually made you something.”

You furrow your brows and tilt your head. Jungkook’s not lying, you note. “Made me something…?” you’re skeptical of what Jungkook had made you. He’s artistic you know, very creative in his own right - it was one of the reasons as to why you got him the gift you did.  “Thank you.” you say, wrapping your arms around his neck. “My mom’s convinced that I’ll have you running away soon if I don’t treat you right.”

“You treat me just right.” Jungkook hums, pressing his lips to your forehead. “I know how to handle you.”

Jungkook’s hands hold your waist. 

“Besides, I promised your mother that I’ll give her adorable grandchildren-”

“You always know how to ruin the moment, huh?” you grumble. 

“Don’t be like that, baby. I saw the look in your eyes…” Jungkook turns you around, your back to him. He holds you close against his body, hands roaming your own. “...I know baby fever when I see it.”

“Fuck you.” you hiss - that comes off more like a moan. Jungkook’s hands are now groping your breast in his hands, the hot water burning your skin and causing even more arousal to run through you. 

“It’s okay to admit, baby. I think I’d be a hot dad.” Jungkook jokes, his lips on your neck. “But that won’t happen until after we’re married.”

“As if I’d say yes.”

“You will.” Jungkook hums, teeth grazing the skin of your neck. “That won’t be until we’re both ready, though. Until then…”

Jungkook’s hand trails between your legs, fingers rubbing gently onto your clit. His free hand places itself onto your neck to lean your head back against him. “You’re so pretty.”

“Thank you.” you moan, Jungkook’s fingers twirling around your clit. He forces your legs apart so he can feel even more of you. “You are, too.”

“Pretty?” Jungkook chuckles, licking his lips. “Thank you.”

“...’want you.” you moan, your hand gripping his wrist.  “Don’t wanna wait.”

“You’re always impatient.” Jungkook snorts.

“We still have the entire night.” you say, removing Jungkook’s fingers from your clit.  You bring Jungkook’s hand towards your lips and bring his fingers into your mouth. Your tongue swirls onto his fingers, knowing that the act would drive Jungkook wild. 

Jungkook groans and without warning, presses you to the shower wall. You yelp at feeling the cold tile, but don’t complain. You just needed Jungkook inside of you now.

“You’re so pretty.” Jungkook whimpers, entering his cock inside of you. “So perfect for me.”

Your hands hold onto the tile walls for support as Jungkook goes deeper into you. 

Jungkook shudders, one hand on your waist and the other above your hand on the wall. He starts slow, enjoying the way your pussy takes him so good. There’s something about how tight you always are that drives him crazy - how wet and warm and willing you are for him. He could never get tired of it.

“Feels so good.” you whimpered and it’s enough for Jungkook to pick up the pace. 

“Yeah?” Jungkook presses his lips against your shoulder blades. “I love the way you feel.”

Jungkook plunges deeper inside of you, his only thought right now was to cum and make you cum with him. 

Jungkook’s teeth lightly bite down on your shoulder blade, short breaths releasing from his lips.  He places his fingers back onto your clit - he loves giving you double the pleasure. 

You bite your lips hard - fuck Jeon Jungkook and his hands never staying off of your clit. He always made it difficult for you to remain snippy with him, especially when he fucks you so good. 

As for Jungkook, his fingers never cease their rubbing. There’s something about your moans that often sets him off - to always want to pleasure you until the very end of it all.

Jungkook thrusts into you a little harder; more needily. Over the sound of the running shower water, Jungkook’s thrust is heard. Skin slapping echo throughout the bathroom, the burning sensation of the water he has since grown accustomed to.

“My pretty girl,” Jungkook breaths. “I’ll have to propose to you in the middle of fucking you.”

“Shut-” your words are interrupted with Jungkook removing his cock out of you to crash right back inside, pressing you firmly against the wall.

“Eventually you’d admit just how much you like me, baby. But I’ll never be going away.”

“S-Shut up.” you hiss against the wall, feeling Jungkook’s palm tighten its hold onto your hand. “I do like you.”

Jungkook snorts. “I know, baby.” is all he says before he continues to ram deep inside of you, his focus now fully on cumming - the quicker he did, the quicker he and you could do this again later.

Your walls, so humid and velvety, are preparing to milk him for everything - and he was preparing to give them to you. They twitch around his cock so lovingly and he knows you want him to cum in you like he always does.

“Please,” you whimper, pussy clenching tightly around his cock that Jungkook couldn't help but choke. “please cum in me.”

Jungkook doesn’t know when the last time you begged him to cum in you in such a way, but that didn’t matter to him. He was going to give you what you wanted like he always did; it never took much convincing. He closes his eyes, mind wandering in how full he could make you with his cum.

How beautiful you’d look full of his cum…

How your skin would have a flushed glow to it…

How perfect you would look with a rounded stomach…

“Fuck…!” Jungkook cums the hardest he’s ever had, surprised with himself at his own thoughts of you. He twitches, unable to let you go and fully unaware that his hand that once cupped your waist instead cupped your stomach.

Fuck Jeon Jungkook, Jungkook thinks himself.

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guys I haven’t even watched the fnaf movie yet cause I’ve been so busy but I’m already so obsessed with Josh Hutcherson as Mike Schmidt 😫 I also have the worst case of baby fever so I knew that I had to write this straight away.

not avatar related but i seriously just needed to get this out my system.

Imagine Mike having a pregnant s/o who is in the second trimester of pregnancy as is just so needy for him all the time..

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 : pregnancy sex, pregnant reader, teasing, pet names, unprotected p in v, slight fingering, barely any foreplay, masturbation, breeding kink, light spanking, creampie, aftercare, kisses & cuddles at the end ☺️

𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 : mike schmidt x pregnant reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 2.2k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : bit rushed at the end, 𝐦𝐝𝐧𝐢 𝟏𝟖+

You feel so deprived. Deprived of your husbands touch. Deprived of his praising words in your ear. It’s torture. Months and months without any release has left you stressed and touch starved, the need to be filled up and stuffed with cock worsens everyday.

For the first few months of your pregnancy you felt nothing but sickness and exhaustion, wanting nothing more than to lay down and sleep all day. Now that you’re in your fifth month of pregnancy and your morning sickness has stopped you’ve been a lot more productive, cleaning more, cooking more, you’ve even started to make your husband meals for when he has his night shifts.

The only downside now is your so fucking needy. All you need is to be filled, pumped full with your husbands seed all over again but you’ve just been to shy to ask, too shy to make any moves.

That was until tonight. Your husband had the night off work and so he had taken the opportunity to go late night grocery shopping. He made sure that you gave him a list so that he doesn’t forget anything, remembering the last time he had gone shopping for you and forgot to get three avocados instead of two. That day was an absolute shit show.

You had been pumping your fingers in and out of yourself, tears flowing down your cheeks and your body hurting as you struggled to even reach over your growing bump. You’re now desperately chasing your climax, your fingers not long enough to reach that spongey spot inside of you nor thick enough to pleasure you.

You huff as you change positions, now kneeling on the soft mattress with messed up blankets and pillows surrounding you as you mindlessly grind against your fingers, letting out a lewd moan and sigh of relief as you begin to feel that familiar knot tighten.

With tears building up in your eyes all over again and small whimpers leaving your lips, you hastily chase your sweet release. You feel so so close, inches away from pure ecstasy before-

“Fuck!” Your loud cry can be heard from the other side of the house as you hear the front door slam shut. You quickly get up from the bed, holding back sobs as you cry over your failed orgasm. You were so fucking close, so close to snapping before you heard your husband come home, ripping your orgasm away from you.

Footsteps get louder as your husband nears your shared bedroom, calling out your name with worry laced in his tone. He heard your shout.

Your still a crying mess, stood in nothing but a thin, loose blue tank top as you watch the door burst open, your husbands eyes widening with worry at the scene in front of him.

His eyes trail your body, taking in your naked bottom half as he sighs, noticing the shiny slick practically dripping down your plump thighs. He silently walks towards you, taking you into his arms as you let yourself cry.

“What is it? What do you need, pretty girl? Hm?” He knew exactly what you needed. You needed to be pumped so full of his seed until you become pregnant all over again.

Your a blabbering, hiccuping mess as you try to speak. “I need- huap! I need you s..so bad!” Your cries almost break his heart as he rubs small circles into the small of your back, pretending not to notice the wet patch on his clothed leg which in situated right in between your thighs.

Mike lets out a small “tsk”, gently tugging the hairs on the nape or your neck as he pulls your head away from his chest. Your face is a flushed red and all glossy with tears and for some reason the sight of you like this creates a funny feeling in his stomach as he feels himself begin to harden.

“Please Mike, please..” You plead, pulling at the hem of his shirt with one hand and feeling up his chest with the other. You’re no longer shy anymore. You just need his dick now. That’s all you can think about.

Mike makes no other movements, continuing to play with the hairs on the nape of your neck and gently rubbing circles on your bare hip with his thumb. “How long have you been like this?”

You let out a whine as you become impatient, tears still flowing out of your eyes and fogging up your vision. “Too long! Just please. I really need you!”

As soon as you say those words Mike decides that you’ve both waited long enough, practically ripping off his shirt as your dainty fingers unbutton his jeans. One of his hands move to wrap around you, supporting your weight as the other rests on your bump, slowly lowering you down and onto the bed.

Your light moan gets stuck in your throat when he moves back up to pull down his boxers, his hard cock springing out and slapping his lower stomach. A bead of pre-cum leaks out of his tip and drips down his length causing you to gulp and nearly drool at the sight.

Mikes hands move to your thighs, spreading your legs agonisingly slowly as you stare into each others eyes. The second his fingers touch your neglected, dripping cunt you let out a breathy moan, flinching at the contact as he rubs his index finger between your glossy folds. His touch feels like heaven. It feel so ethereal, like you’ve truly been blessed.

“So fuckin’ wet..” He’s now spreading your lower lips with his fingers, groaning at your pretty pussy on display all for him. He prods his middle finger at your hole as you mewl, slightly dipping the tip of his finger in before pulling it back out, a trail of your slick stringing in between you and his finger as he moves to rub small, gentle circles onto your clit.

“Ngh- fuck!..” your hips instinctively buck against his hand, relishing in the feeling of him finally pleasuring you after so long. He uses his free hand to push down your hips, making sure not to use to much force but also making sure you stay still.

His middle and ring fingers slide into your drenched cunt easily with a loud squelch, the sound of your own pussy driving you crazy. “Oh, Mike..” His fingers feel so fucking good, better than yours ever could as he scissors you open.

You know that you don’t need the foreplay, you’re already wet enough. Yet you let him continue for just a bit longer, letting out soft moans as you feel yourself getting even more aroused, your slick dripping down his fingers.

“Mike..” Whining, you squirm away from his fingers, tears brimming in your eyes at the empty feeling once he pulls them out. You inhale a deep breath as his raspy voice comes out, his breaths slightly shallow as his dick stands painfully hard against his pelvis.

“What is is, baby?” Fuck his voice is hot. His tone nearly makes you cum on the spot. “I don’t need- just fuck me now, Mike.”

His brows raise in surprise at your demand before a smirk appears on his face. In a heartbeat he has you on your hands and knees, now kneeling behind you on the bed as he rubs his pink tip between your folds, using your slick as lubricant before slowly sliding himself inside of you, making sure you feel every inch of him against your walls.

“Ahh~ fuuuuck..” Your voice quivers at the feeling of being so unbelievable full, getting even more stretched out by the girth of his cock. You can feel him rub and push against your sweet spot, emitting a loud pornographic moan out of you.

One of Mike’s hands rest against your plush hip, the other landing a light smack to your ass, a stinging pain shooting through you as you curse. “Shh.. i got you, i got you.” He assures you, a moan getting caught in his throat as you push yourself further against his pelvis, begging for him to go deeper.

He gently pulls your body up so that your back is against his chest, so that you’re now kneeling on top of him. One of his hands rests on your jaw, slightly tilting your head back as the other stays gripping your hip. Your hand moves behind you to grab a fistful of his hair, your mouth agape and breaths uneven as your other hand rubs small circles onto your bump.

His first few thrust are experimental, testing your reaction, making sure that your comfortable and happy sitting on his cock all pretty like this. This was your first pregnancy and so the pair of you had never had pregnant sex before, Mike made sure to be extra gentle and patient with you as you meet his thrusts, grinding down on him.

“Oh- shitt..” He grunts, his scalp burning as you tug harder on his hair, now bouncing on him to the best of your ability. He can already feel himself getting close, but I mean after months of of not being able to be inside of you he’s sensitive, almost like a virgin and has a big load waiting to be released so who could blame him for not lasting long.

He’s not mad at himself though, no. He can tell your the exact same, so close to already cumming all over his dick, he can tell by the way your walls are clenching around him and your bounces are getting sloppier and uneven.

“Mm.. Mike I- I’m gonna..” your a breathless, moaning mess at this point, the only thing keeping you upright was Mike’s hands holding you up.

“Gonna come?” He whispers, his breath tickling your neck, dragging you closer and closer to the edge. You vigorously nod, gathering up the strength to bounce faster and harder on his twitching cock, “mmmhhfff, ah-nngh” You can’t even form any words properly as you can feel yourself about to snap.

Your orgasm is like a wave at the beach, pulling back and forming before it crashes down, and when it crashes- it fucking crashes.

The second Mike’s fingers rub at your small bundle of nerves you snap. Your vision going white and mind foggy as you convulse around him, legs shaking and back arching against his stomach. “Mike- Mike- Mike- Mike- Mike!” You chant his name over and over again, unable to think of anything or feel anything but your stomach tightening and pussy clenching around him as he continues to drag his cock in and out of you, keeping your orgasm going for as long as possible as you cry out, tears flowing down your cheeks once again.

“Fuck! M-ikee!!” Your words are broken as you blabber, now overstimulated as he continues to rub your clit and pump inside of you, his thighs clapping against the back of yours and your slick making mess everywhere.

He’s so close. You can feel his dick twitching and throbbing inside of you, his load threatening to spill. “Hold on, baby.. you can take it a bit longer yeah princess?”

In all honesty, you don’t think you can. You can already feel another orgasm approaching you, this one bigger than the last. “Fuck! I’m gonna come all inside of you, hm? Fill you up with a whole ‘nother baby.” He manages to grunt out as his thrusts become sloppy and slower.

“Please! Please! Please! Please!!” You cry out once again as your second orgasm washes over you, your eyes foggy and pussy overstimulated.

Mike’s mind goes haywire as you clench around him, clenching so right that it finally tips him over the edge and into his own climax. “Shiiitt, fu-uuck…” You can feel his warm, sticky cum fill you up, your juices now mixed together as he slowly pumps into you a couple more times before gently pulling out, looking down over your shoulder and watching as his seed drips out of your used cunt.

The straps of your loose blue tank top have fallen down, revealing one of your breasts and peaky nipple to him as he gives it a gently squeeze, a sigh leaving your lips.

Mike lifts you to move you onto your back before laying you back down on the bed, crawling on top of you as your lips meet in a passionate kiss. You’re sore and dirty now, both of your liquids all over your cunt and thighs. You let out a soft whimper as Mike moves away from the kiss, silently putting fresh boxers on before walking into the bathroom, shortly coming back with a damp cloth and a new pair of underwear for you.

You smile at the sight, your husband was always so caring and attentive when it came to aftercare, always making sure you were clean and comfortable. You wince as the cloth meets your sensitive heat, Mike whispering soft praises that you can barely catch as he ever so gently cleans you up before sliding your panties onto you.

It wasn’t much longer until the pair of you were cuddled up in bed, wrapped in your warm grey blanket with the nightlight on as a random movie played on the television. You were pressed up against his side, your head resting on his bare chest as your baby bump pressed against his hip.

“I love you so fuckin’ much baby..” were the last words you heard before you drifted off into a peaceful slumber, the warm presence of your husband making you feel safe and secure.

[kidney9-9]

Lesson Learned - Peter Parker

@hollandlover19 asked:

So idk if I’m being annoying with all my requests and if I am I’m really sorry but could you write something about Peter and the reader are both avengers and y/n is Tony’s daughter and they’ve been quarantining at the compound and every time they try to have sex they get interrupted by ether Sam or Bucky and they’ve noticed that they’re always interrupting them at the worst times so Sam and Bucky make a game out of it just to piss peter off by trying to see how many times they can ruin the mood and so far it’s been two months also Peter and the reader are both 18🖤🖤🖤

Hi Natalie, sorry it's so late haha! I hope you enjoy, thank you for sending this in :) I enjoyed writing this! It was so much fun. Steve is in this too! Peter Parker x Stark!Reader [Smut with Fluff and Angst, Happy ending] Warnings: Cursing, smut, creampie, exhibitionist kink, hand job, mention of threesome and foursome, threats, tiny part about sickness, Peter being feral/creepy, small mention of stalking, and betting money Word Count: 8k

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When the Avengers crew got hit with a contagious and possibly dangerous virus, you were all ordered to stay at the compound for quarantine until it was completely out of everyone’s system. Unfortunately, it seemed that the virus stayed around in the body for usually about three months. You were glad you had your boyfriend, dad, and friends there though.

It seemed somewhat like a weird staycation, except sometimes you woke up with a fever and a stuffy nose and some days you felt completely normal. The only one that had the worst case out of all of you was Bruce, which was strange for him. He normally didn’t get sick easily, but somehow the virus really got to him. He practically stayed in his lab all the time, trying to find different treatments for his sore throat and stuffy nose.

Today, you had absolutely nothing to do, and so did Peter, so you both had planned on having a fun sexy day without your dad and coworkers finding out. You two were sitting in one of the indoor hot tubs, making out with each other heavily.

“Fuck, rub up on me just like that and I’ll be fucking you against the pool tile.” Peter groaned into your ear as you dropped your head down to his neck, sucking and licking at his sweet spots while pushing your hips down on his. The hot tub was bubbling and pretty hot, but it didn’t stop you two from getting it on.

“Do it, baby, want you in me.” You panted back, rubbing and grinding your clothed pussy against his hard on. He had taken off his shorts a few minutes ago after whining about how tight it was in his swimsuit.

“Uh, fuck, you’re going to be the death of me.” He responded, putting a hand in your hair, and guiding you back to his lips. You opened your mouth and kissed him, groping his tongue with yours, memorizing his mouth.

His other hand had been tugging at your bikini top, undoing it after a few moments of struggle. You two parted just for a second to get the top off of you and he switched spots with you, pushing you up against the tile and humping up against your pussy.

“Take off my – ah, fuck,” You gasped loudly, head falling back as he started to pinch one nipple and kiss and suck on the other harshly.

He understood what you were trying to say, so he tugged on your bikini bottoms and pulled down until they reached your knees and you kicked them off, letting them float in the hot tub.

“Want me to fuck you right here, huh?” He grunted as he pulled away from your breasts. You nodded, panting back.

“Need you now, Peter, please. Want you in me right now.” You begged, pushing your hips back up to his. You could feel his dick press up against your labia, rubbing up on your clit, causing you to have a high-pitched moan.

Right when he started to push into you, the door opened on the other side of the room. Thankfully, the hot tub was steaming, and you practically pushed Peter to the other side of the hot tub and dived underwater, so whoever it was, wouldn’t see what was happening.

“Ah, uh, hello?” Peter called out in rushed pants, trying to calm himself down. He grabbed his swim shorts that were on the pool tile and quickly pulled them on as he heard two different footsteps coming your way.

“Oh hey, Pete! You here by yourself?” Sam called out, gazing around the room, not noticing anything off. Bucky though, narrowed his eyes at the hot tub, looking at the blurry shape under the water.

“Uh, well you know,” Peter tried to stumble through some words, but you popped right out of the water, smiling nervously at the two men.

“Hey guys!” You greeted them.

“What were you doing under the water?” Bucky instantly questioned. You and Peter glanced at each other for a moment, his blush worsening, but you played it off cool.

“Holding my breath, wanted to beat my score from last time.” You explained, running a hand through your hair.

He raised an eyebrow at you, “Yeah? What was the time?” Sam looked over to Bucky, wondering why he was being so curious right now, but started to take off his shirt to get into the pool right next to the hot tub.

“Two minutes and fourteen seconds right now. Should get it higher though, just in case.” You shrugged back. Peter nodded along frantically, still trying to calm himself down.

“Huh, okay, keep up the good work, kid.” Bucky responded, still narrowing his eyes at Peter and you. After a few minutes of chatting, you excused yourself to go to your room while Peter stayed and talked to Sam and Bucky while they swam in the pool.

Peter had to wait until they left, since his boner wouldn’t go down and he really didn’t want them to see that.

He rushed to your room, and you opened it instantly after he knocked. His face was red as he walked into your room, and you shut it.

“That was too close, oh gosh, I feel so embarrassed!” Peter cried out and pressed his hands into his face. You fell back onto your bed, agreeing with him.

“Yeah! Why the fuck was Bucky questioning me like that? He usually is so calm and chill to be around.” You groaned back.

Peter’s shoulders raised up, “He knew. He totally knew, right?” He whispered to you, eyes wide.

You cough in surprise, “Woah, okay, no way. He’s an old ass man, he wouldn’t know what sex is anymore.”

Peter snorted in amusement, “He listens to erotica audio books during his stealth missions, I’m pretty sure he knows more about sex than us.”

You look at Peter with a confused expression, “Why do you know he does that?”

He looked embarrassed as he answered, “I wanted to watch his mission one time, since he’s so cool… He didn’t realize I was listening to the comms, so he put it on.”

You clutched your stomach as you started laughing hard, “Oh shit! Wonder if Sam and Steve know!”

-

The next time you guys were caught, Peter’s hand was up your shirt, clutching one of your breasts as you moaned into his neck. You guys were in the little movie theater your dad built on as entertainment. You two were thankfully, covered by a blanket.

“Baby, I wanna taste you so bad right now, bet you’d taste delicious.” Peter groaned and you nodded back, tugging him back up for a wet kiss.

“Do it, Peter, lick me.” You whimpered back, pulling away from the heavy kiss. Just as he was unbuttoning your pants, Sam walked into the room with a container of popcorn and a drink.

The lights were low, but you and Peter knew he could tell instantly what was happening. Peter pulled away as Sam laughed awkwardly, “Wow, getting freaky in the theater? I used to do that too with my girlfriend when I was younger.”

Peter’s blush was heavy as he denied it, “Uh no! I was just adjusting the blanket, she’s cold.”

“Yea, I’m pretty cold right now.” You faked a shiver and Sam shook his head dismissively.

“Nah guys, trust me, I get it. But I did text the group chat earlier today that I was hosting a Star Wars marathon at this time. I was just putting some snacks in the room. Pretty sure Bucky, Steve, and Clint were joining me. Do you guys want to stay?” He offered, thankfully looking past the fact you and Peter were just about to hook up in the room.

You didn’t feel like watching Star Wars since you were still feeling pretty affected by what you guys were doing, but you knew Peter was going to be up for it. He looked at you, as if silently asking if it were okay for him to stay and watch the movies and you smiled and nodded back to him.

“Yeah! I love Star Wars so much. How are you starting it? Originals first? Prequels?” Peter cheered himself up and his blush went down as him, and Sam started talking.

You left the room with a wave and a smile, and you went to your room and took care of yourself with a toy there. Wasn’t the best, but it did help a bit.

-

The next day, Sam was making his breakfast, and Bucky walked in. He muttered a good morning to Sam, and Sam raised his eyebrows in surprise as he remembered what happened yesterday.

“Dude, remember when you told me Peter and Y/n were about to fuck in the hot tub that one time?” Sam brought up, spreading butter on his toast. He grabbed a mug and poured some coffee into his cup, glancing at Bucky.

“Yeah? You still don’t believe me? I practically could smell it in the air.” Bucky scrunched his nose up, recalling the day.

“Well, I caught them in the act yesterday in the theater. It’s a bit surprising, isn’t it? Since Tony is here too, like wouldn’t they be extra cautious not to get caught so easily? I would hate to get caught by my parent.” Sam shuddered.

“They seriously did that… after we caught them the last time? Didn’t expect that of Peter. He seemed like a pretty timid guy.” Bucky shook his head, sighed, and opened the fridge up.

“They’re going to do it again. One of them must have some fucking kink for this shit – or maybe both of them. It’s so funny too, looking at Peter just confirms it. His face is all red and he has this dazed look. And Y/n, well, she’s a pro, can’t tell at all.” Sam laughed.

“Yeah, that’s what happens when the girls gang up every Tuesday for girls’ night. Natasha’s probably been teaching her some spy techniques and Wanda helps her with her expressions for sure.” Bucky threw a guess out there.

Sam laughed harder, “We should probably teach Peter how to hide it better.”

Bucky shook his head immediately, “No, fuck that. We’re going to screw around with them even more. Every single day let’s search for them when we know they’re together. I can guarantee you they’re probably hooking up. Peter should learn that way.”

Sam whistled low, “You’re cold hearted, man. But agreed, I just want to see Peter get embarrassed and flustered again, he looks like a scared little puppy.”

Bucky grinned, “And by the time we’ll end this thing, he’ll be better at acting, then he could get promoted. He’ll thank us for this.” He grabbed a drink from the fridge, opened it and watched as Sam took a bite of his toast.

“Right, well I’m free most of the time, unless I’m doing my running. You know my schedule though.” Sam responded, and Bucky nodded back in agreement.

“I’ll text you when we could start today.” Bucky replied.

-

Peter wrapped his arms around you from behind, grinning as you turned your head and kissed his cheek. “How’s my baby doing?” He asked, whispering into your ear. You spun around in his arms and kissed him deeply, causing him to pull away for a moment with a dazed look on his face.

“Woah.” He breathed out, “What was that for?”

You smiled sexily at him, “Well,” You tilted your head and pressed up against him, “We didn’t get to finish our session yesterday, right? How about right now we finish it?” You asked, pressing kisses up and down his neck.

He sighed heavily, knees feeling weak at your touch, “Yes, yes, we will finish it right now. Can’t go without you and your pussy for more than a day.”

“Good, so come on, let’s go up to the sun deck, it’s too stuffy in here.” You winked at him and pulled away after patting his shoulder.

He groaned and chased after you as you started to run to the elevator. “No fair! Wait up for me!” He shouted after you and you laughed back.

As you got up there, you quickly pulled your shirt off, throwing it at Peter, who caught it with his reflexes kicking in. You ran towards one of the sun beds, and sat down, taking your shoes off.

“Wait, wait, out in the open like this, is it okay?” Peter asked, breathing heavily. You nodded and shrugged back.

“Come on, the only person who comes up here is Thor, and Thor didn’t get affected by the virus. Didn’t even carry it. So, he’s off doing that gaming tournament, remember?” You responded back, lifting your hand and pulling Peter to sit next to you.

“Oh right, damn, I wanted to join him. He’s gotten good at that new game, they even made a character for him.” Peter oohed back to you. He pressed his hand to your back, sliding up and down as he scooted closer to you.

“Mhm, now enough about Thor and more kissing.” You giggled, and Peter agreed, pressing a kiss to your lips, then another and another, until you were both starting to pant and lay back against the sun bed.

“Fuck,” He breathed out, pushing his hand down your pants and cupping your pussy, “You’re not wearing panties.”

You pressed up into him as he slipped a finger into your vagina, starting to push in and out. “Oh Peter, more please.”

He pressed his thumb to your clit, rubbing it in circles as he slipped another finger in, curling it to hit your g-spot. “Ah fuck! Fuck, more, more!” You cried out and he dipped down and kissed your lips.

The next thing Peter heard though, was the door opening up, and he pulled away from you and practically jumped into the other chair next to you. You were panting and glaring at him for pulling away just as you were building up your orgasm, but he put his hand to his lips, pressing his finger up as a shushing motion and your eyes widened as you realized someone came up here.

You quieted yourself down and adjusted your outfit, and pressed back into the chair as if you were just resting.

Sam and Bucky rounded the corner and waved at you guys. “Oh, hey guys!” Sam spoke up in a cheerful voice.

You faked a smile back and responded, “Hi Sam! How are you today? Hey Bucky! Did you see that you got those packages in the mail this morning?”

Peter, however, was a mess. He was licking his hand clean of your slick, burning red and lips puffy from kissing you so much. You didn’t dare look at him, knowing he would blush even harder if he looked at your face.

Sam snorted quietly at Peter, he thought he looked like a dork, and wow was he really licking his fingers? It was too funny for him. ���I’m doing pretty well actually. Just wanted to feel the sun today. Guess we all had the same idea?”

Bucky crossed his arms and watched Peter with a hard expression. “Peter. What are you licking?”

Peter gaped at him and then at his fingers. Fuck. “Well – I uh, I was sweating a bit too much?”

You were mortified at the lie, you wanted to laugh so bad, and wow Peter really didn’t know how to lie right.

Sam looked like he was about to burst out laughing. “Yeah? Maybe you should get checked up on that, especially since we’re quarantined for a virus right now.”

Peter nodded vigorously, “Yes. That. I’ll do that.”

“Did you not brush your hair today? It’s so messy… almost like sex hair. Huh.” Bucky spoke up again, glaring at Peter and you rolled your eyes at his words. So nosy!

“Wow Bucky! I didn’t know you were into my boyfriend like that. Maybe we can arrange something together, especially since you love reading erotica during your stealth missions, huh?” You copied his tone and glared right back at him. You didn’t want him verbally attacking your boyfriend.

Sam barked in surprised laughter, “Erotica? I told you I could set you up with one of my friends!” He was staring at Bucky in a new light.

Peter huffed out a breath of relief for getting the attention off him, he was thankful for you stepping up like that.

Bucky raised an eyebrow at you, “As much as I appreciate your offer, doll, I don’t think your dad and boyfriend would like that very much.”

You just smirked back at him and laid back down, staring straight up. “Yeah, I understand, you’re too nervous to actually fuck, you can go back to your erotica, it’s okay!”

Peter made a noise next to you, practically freaking out that you were jeering at Bucky and calling him pussy for not wanting to have sex with you and himself (Peter). The thought was very much welcomed. He told you how attractive he thought Bucky was and you agreed with him, but he never expected you to voice anything like that to Bucky. Even Sam was attractive to Peter, they were like mac and cheese or a two for one deal.

Sam was having a blast, hearing this and watching this happen. On one side, Peter was freaking out for being caught, and then Bucky started practically interrogating him – and then you were taunting Bucky! Wow, this was fun.

But then your eyes turned to him, “Hmm, you can join in too Sammy, you don’t have to feel so lonely, especially since none of your friends can come over right now.”

Oh, shit, Sam thought, and laughed even harder. He loved your humor.

Bucky though, was exasperated with your words. You were a Stark! Of course, you’d invite him and Sam into a sexcapade with Peter. He hoped Peter was learning how to play cool though, so he could get better at his job. He wondered briefly how you guys knew about his erotica audiobooks though.

“Whatever, I’ve had enough sun now. Think I’ll head back inside.” He excused himself and gazed over at Sam, who was still laughing.

“Yeah, yeah, bye guys! Wrap it before you pound it, Peter!” Sam chortled out another laugh and followed Bucky to the door.

You turned to Peter and sighed, “We didn’t finish again.” You pouted and Peter pressed his head into his hands.

“Next time, there’s always next time.” He promised you.

-

Turns out, there is no next time when Sam and Bucky were always around! Peter was so pissed off. He just wanted to be with you and have sex with you, but nope! Even in your room, they’d show up and knock and ask if you guys wanted to do something.

A whole two weeks have gone by, and Peter hasn’t been able to fuck you at all. Just a peck before Sam or Bucky or together they’d show up, grinning like mad men.

You were irritated too, but your irritation was more with Peter because he had no clue how to act in front of them whenever they showed up, so you were now initializing sex with him a lot less than normal. You even started hanging out with your dad and Wanda more than with him.

He felt so frustrated. He even asked if you guys could do phone sex, and you shook your head at him and say it wasn’t worth it and you could go do some other things that would be better to waste the time.

He was so close to his limit of blowing up and yelling at Sam and Bucky, but that would attract the attention from your dad, Tony, and wow, Peter did not want to explain why he was yelling at those two to Tony, his boss aka your dad.

He could even picture Tony kicking his ass into the next century by just saying those words to him. He was so protective of you, which was kind of adorable but not when Peter was just a guy who wanted to be with his girlfriend.

-

“Peter’s still not learning how to tone down his facial expressions. He can’t even lie that well.” Sam sighed to Bucky, sitting down as they put on a movie. Steve looked at the two of them in interest, wondering what they were talking about.

Bucky glanced over to Steve and grinned, “We’ve been catching Peter and Y/n whenever they try to have sex. We’re the cockblocker Avengers.”

Steve looked horrified, “Guys, what? Does Tony know this?”

Sam widened his eyes and shook his head, “Nope, fuck that. We’re not risking that. We just want Peter to learn how to control his expressions and now also learn how to lie better so we can get him a promotion.”

Bucky nodded in agreement, “It’s been a while since this started, I thought Peter would figure it out and get us to stop, since Tony calls him a genius.”

Steve gaped at the two of them, “So you’re telling me that Peter and Y/n are having sex? How long have they even been together for?”

Sam and Bucky were silent for a few moments before they burst into laughter, with Bucky slapping his leg and Sam clutching his shirt. They were laughing so hard that Bucky’s face turned red from the lack of oxygen he was breathing in.

“Oh god! You didn’t know?!” Sam cried out, laughing harder.

“Absolutely not, does Tony know?” Steve seemed alarmed, and Bucky rolled his eyes and calmed himself down.

“That they’re dating? Yes, Steve. There was a whole spectacle last year where Peter got on the floor and asked Tony for permission to ask her out.” Bucky explained.

“Oh! Oh. In December, right?” Steve asked to clarify.

“Right.” Sam nodded back.

“That was when Tony was in that awful mood and caused that international incident.” Steve oohed to himself and shook his head.

“You didn’t know why that happened? Yeah, it was Peter and Y/n.” Bucky sighed.

“Well, that… actually explains a lot around here. I thought they were just good friends.” Steve blinked and nodded to himself.

“Yeah, just don’t mention what we’re doing to Peter and Y/n in front of Tony. Anyway, Peter isn’t learning a thing and I think they’re both in a rut right now. It looks like she keeps turning him down.” Sam spoke up.

“Aw, Peter probably is angry with you guys.” Steve voiced.

Bucky snorted, “Fuck yeah, he is. Nerd has got to learn his lesson before we stop.”

Sam shrugged, “I think he’ll learn within the week, right?”

Bucky shook his head, “No way. At least two weeks.”

Steve narrowed his eyes and thought about this. He knew a bit more about Peter personality wise. He used to be like Peter and Peter used to be like him when they were younger.

“I bet you both $500 that it’s going to take at least a month.” Steve declared.

Sam and Bucky looked at each other and grinned widely, “Deal! You’re on.” Bucky shouted. Sam laughed, “This is a fool’s bet. You could give me $500 now.”

Steve shrugged and gazed back to the massive screen, “Hm, we’ll see who wins.”

-

Peter and you were finally alone in the pantry. Steve had ordered pizza for everyone and left it out in the dining room for people to come and get, so you two were alone in the kitchen.

“I missed you so much, baby, I love you so much too, fuck I really need you.” Peter pleaded with you, considering if he should get down on his knees and beg you to just even kiss him.

You pouted back at him, “I do too, honey. I want you too, but I’m not in the mood to get caught again and have you acting like a fool.”

Peter shook his head frantically, “Baby, no, it won’t happen this time. I made sure. Look, Steve bought pizza for everyone, and you know Bucky loves pizza so much. He’s going to be eating for at least 30 minutes and Sam loves to watch an episode of a sitcom while he eats and that’s also at least maybe 20-30 minutes. They’re not going to interrupt us.”

You hummed and crossed your arms, “You’re sure? 100 percent sure?”

“Yes, please, yes. I’m begging you, baby. I know they aren’t going to be here.” Peter pushed his hands together and got to his knees, in a praying way.

You gaped at him, “Get up, Peter! You don’t have to do that.”

“I do, I really do. I know I’m unworthy of your pussy but please, it’s like nectar to a hummingbird, baby, please.” He explained.

You laughed at him and pulled him up with your arms. “Come here, silly.” You rolled your eyes at him and kissed him.

He moaned out loud at just the simple kiss. Wow, he was touch starved, he needed you so much. He felt his eyes tear up as the kiss got deeper and he felt your hand in his hair, pulling him closer.

So, yeah, he definitely needed this. He hasn’t masturbated or jerked off in any way these past few weeks, because you were always around and always wanted to fuck too. He felt your other hand go under his pants, and he whimpered, needing more.

“Please, please, touch me, please.” He begged you as you pulled away from the kiss. You giggled at him and nodded, dipping your hand underneath his underwear, and cupping his hard on.

“You’re so needy, baby.” You teased him and pecked his lips.

“I am, I know, please, I want more, please. I’m yours, all yours.” He continued.

You started to jerk him off after you pulled his dick out of his pants. He moaned loudly and pulled you into another kiss, muttering against your lips, “Just like that, please, more.”

His hips started to jerk up as you continued to go faster and within two minutes, he was coming hard and fast and all over your hand and his shirt. He was flushed red, and he had these gooey looking happy eyes, and he had the biggest smile on his face.

You were shocked, he’s never come so fast before. “Peter, baby, you came in like two minutes.” You said, lips parting.

“I love you so much.” He panted and dropped his head against your shoulder. You looked down at his cock, realizing it never even went down. You were even more surprised at that and started to jerk him off again and he moaned so loud and prettily.

He moaned your name over and over and he cried into your shoulder, with actual tears. “Please, more, please, I’m begging you. I need more. I want more.” He cried out.

“Wanna fuck me? Huh, Peter? Want my pussy?” You asked him, pulling him by his hair and kissing down his throat.

“Yes, I want to use your pretty pussy, please, let me, please!” He begged even more, and you quickly got yourself ready, pulling your pants down and pushing a finger down to your pussy to check if you were wet enough, and yes, you were very ready.

You leaned against one of the shelves and showed yourself to Peter, ass towards him. He instantly grabbed onto your hips and with one big thrust, he went into your pussy, pounding hard and nonstop.

“Ah! Fuck, yes, right there!” You moaned loudly, pressing your head against a bag of chips. Peter was muttering nonsensically, but you could hear him say “please, please, please, please” over and over again.

“Keep going, you could do it, come on.” You encouraged him, wanting him to fuck you longer.

You weren’t shocked that you could feel him coming again, inside you this time. He continued anyway, fucking through his orgasm and right into another for himself. His hand came around your hip and down to your pussy, rubbing at your clit as he continued to pound into you.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, yes, shit! Yes Peter!” You felt like you were yelling but you couldn’t help yourself. You were finally coming after so long, on his cock. It felt incredible and you loved it so much.

He was still fucking you, and you were a bit shocked. He’s never done something like this before. After coming twice and working himself to another one? He usually stopped at one and rested for a few minutes and then he could go again, up until about four times.

“Need more, need your pussy, need you, baby. I love you so much. I wanna fuck you for so long, need it.” He panted in the crack of your neck and shoulder, groaning loud as he felt himself start to come again.

So much of his cum spasmed into your pussy and you gasped loudly at the feeling of being stuffed so full. It even started to leak out as he continued fucking your pussy, the sensations leading you into another orgasm so quickly.

You cried out his name, feeling like you were going to collapse now.

He still continued. You didn’t want him to stop at all, and it seemed like neither did he. He was on a roll, and he was locked into your pussy like he couldn’t pull himself out and he loved it.

A knock rang loudly on the door to the pantry. Peter slowed himself but didn’t stop fucking you. “What do you want?” He shouted, uncaring about who it was.

“I need to get some chili flakes for the pizza. I’d be happy if you didn’t ejaculate on them.” Bucky’s voice rang out.

You and Peter both groaned and finally he pulled out, anger steamed practically out of his ears. He barely pulled his pants back up and pushed his still hard dick into them before he cracked the door open and stared at Bucky.

“The chili flakes are with the pizzas out in the dining room.” Peter huffed out, face red still. Bucky rolled his eyes at the guy, still acting flustered.

“Yeah? And were you fucking Y/n in there too?” He asked Peter, grinning teasingly.

“…Uh, nope! Not at all. Was just helping her rearrange some stuff in the pantry.” Peter responded, acting awkward now.

This time you rolled your eyes and pulled the door completely open once you were decent enough.

“Bucky. He was rearranging my guts and if you need some chili flakes, I’m going to inject chili oil into your eyes while you’re asleep. Got it? Good, now more out of my way, I’m going to go get some pizza.” You almost growled at him.

Bucky slowly put his hands up and stepped to the side for you to pass him. He raised his eyebrows, “Mm, yeah, I’m not stopping you, go right ahead to the pizza.” He let you pass.

You looked back at Peter and sighed, “Enough of this. Seriously.” You looked so angry and so done about the entire thing.

After you left, Bucky stood there with his arms crossed and Peter just awkwardly excused himself after a minute of Bucky staring at him.

Yeah, Peter needed to fix this or else you’d stop having sex with him altogether.

-

You sat next to your dad as he wrapped an arm around you. You picked up a slice of pizza and started eating it, listening to the conversation in the dining room. Natasha and Clint were arguing about which hot sauce belonged on pizza and Steve was trying to meditate it but ended up groaning at the two of them when they switched to speaking in Russian.

“You good, bug?” Your dad asked you as you took another bite. You nodded silently and finished chewing and swallowed your food.

“Yeah, it’s just I’m really annoyed with this three-month thing. I’m getting tired of the people around me.” You practically glared at Bucky as he walked into the room.

Tony nodded to you, “Yeah, you’re sick of your boyfriend, huh? Let me take him off your hands tomorrow, I’ve got a project I need some assistance on.”

You blinked in surprise, “Oh, yeah, sure thing. He loves working with you in the lab.”

Tony smiled, “Yeah, he’s good with technology. But it sounds like I might need to talk to him about being clingy to you.”

You shook your head, “Oh that’s fine, I had a… few words with him. He should understand now.” You thought back to what you said a few minutes ago to Peter and mentally shrugged. If he doesn’t get Sam and Bucky to stop interrupting you guys, you’re going to deny him any kind of physical touch.

And yes, you were going to be so fucking sexy as you do that to taunt him even more.

“Good, you were always good with your words.” Tony responded to you, and you smiled at him. You were so thankful that your dad never found out about any of this stuff. You were sure he knew that you two were messing around together but you didn’t want to bring that up with him.

“Yeah, she definitely is.” Bucky spoke up, into your conversation.

You glared at him again and he barely even acknowledged you. Your dad though, nodded to Bucky, “Right. If she ever stops with our Avengers stuff, she could become a lawyer.”

“Definitely.” Bucky chuckled and grabbed a slice of pizza.

-

When you knocked on Peter’s door that night, he answered it within a minute. He pulled you into the room with a hug and a smile.

“Hey baby, did you save me a slice of pizza?” He asked and you shook your head.

“No, I’m sorry. Steve made a bet with Bucky about who could eat the most pizza and it all ran out in the end. But… we have to talk.” You worded carefully at the end.

“Talk. Right, yeah, we do need to.” He sighed and sat back on his bed.

“You’ve got to figure this out with Sam and Bucky, and you have to learn how to stop reacting to them so much. That’s why they keep stopping us.” You explained.

Peter started blushing almost on instinct, “But – I don’t know how to do that.”

You sighed, “Baby, you’ve got to learn. I’m sure there’s a bigger picture to this whole thing that we don’t understand right now but try to look at that.”

Peter shrugged, “All I can see is Sam and Bucky finding it hilarious to fuck with us.”

“Well then, once you get them to come and apologize to me and you together at the same time, then we can have sex. Until then, we’re abstaining. I don’t care how long it takes, but you have to do this. You know I have talked to them about it before and they still continue, so you have to try.” You declared.

Peter gaped at you, “But no sex? What?”

“Yeah. Until you do that, I’m going to go buy some new toys. I need to find a toy that pleases me as good as you, please me.” You shrugged at him, feeling a tiny bit bad once his expression drops into something stormy.

“Okay, yeah, I get that.” He sighed deeply.

“I’ll see you later, bye sweetie, love you.” You pressed a long and gentle kiss to his lips and walked away.

-

Two months. Two fucking whole months and Peter and you have not had sex. Each time he’s tried, he couldn’t face them. It was terrible.

But now?

Now, Peter is pretty sure he can face the god of sex and be unphased if he was caught jerking off.

Each step he took was like he was bouncing off of mountains with how pissed he was and how horny he’s been without any relief. Now jerking off has done no good to him. You’ve been teasing him so much too. You’d wear the shortest fucking shirts ever in front of him and anyone around and just prance around like nothing’s wrong.

You’d wear some of his favorite dresses on you, the ones you two only used in private when you guys wanted to roleplay. The sparkly red one, with a low back? Yes. The short sheer black one where he could see your nipples if he stared long enough. Yes.

And you even wore his shirt with nothing else on – yes, nothing at all, all around the compound. He saw you in it, eating ice cream on the couch in the living room, chatting with Natasha, who was beside you. He sat down across from you and spoke with you guys before you slowly spread your legs deliberately and showed him you weren’t wearing any panties.

He excused himself so fast and cried in the shower when he couldn’t come.

So, right now it was about 3 in the morning. He disabled Friday in Sam’s room and Bucky’s room, shut off the power in their rooms as well. He put some special web fluid in his suit and went into Sam’s room first. He had prepared for this for at least two days, pulling information from everywhere he could find.

He broke every single appliance in the room. Then he barricaded the door and the windows. He made sure Sam had no contact with the outside, and he did so all very quietly.

He woke Sam up by pulling the blanket off him.

“Woah, what’s going on? Peter?! What the hell? Friday, turn the lights on!” Sam yelled out. When Friday didn’t do anything, Sam sat up in his bed, staring up at Peter, who was standing on top of the bed frame at the end, staring down at him with a hard expression.

It scared the shit out of Sam. He could barely see anything in the dark, but Peter’s face was something he could focus on, with some of the light coming from beneath his costume.

The usual shinny light in his eyes were gone. His happy-go-lucky expression was wiped away. There was a blank and dark look on the man’s face and it terrified Sam. This was not Peter Parker. This was a monster.

“Peter, come on, you’re scaring me… What’s happening?” Sam stood up, and tried walking to the door, but it was completely blocked. Sam looked over to the other escape routes in his room, which were blocked too, all thanks to Peter.

“You’re going to stop bothering me and Y/n.” Peter spoke up.

“Uh, come on, those are just jokes me and Bucky play.” Sam shrugged, trying to get Peter to calm down.

“How long has it been since you last spoke to your sister?” Peter brought up, voice void of emotion.

“Peter?! How the fuck do you know I have a sister? Did Steve and Bucky tell you?” Sam’s voice got louder.

“She’s sleeping at the moment. I have a camera in her room. She likes wearing that snoopy shirt to sleep, doesn’t she? I can tell. Did you know she leaves her window in the bathroom unlocked? She likes to leave it open when she showers. She uses those lavender bath bombs that CVS sell for $7 but she always gets them with an online coupon.” Peter chuckled.

Sam stayed silent in terror. This was scary, this was becoming his worst nightmare.

“I like to check in on her a lot. She has a kid too, your nephew, yeah? Isn’t it funny his favorite Avenger is me, Spiderman? I sent him a package as a thank you. It means so much to me. Do you remember third grade performance in a reenactment of the New York battle? I certainly do. He played an alien character. Remember what his line was? ‘Don’t kill me, oh mighty avenger!’ I love that line so much. It reminds me of what’s happening here, right? You’re the little bitch standing scared in the corner and I’m about to fuck you up.” Peter continued.

Sam practically curled himself up into a ball in the corner of the room. He stared in horror at Peter, thinking that these past few months haven’t been the smartest thing – with what he’s been doing with Bucky.

“Don’t bother me and Y/n again. I’m not asking. I’m telling you.” Then he raised his arm up and pointed at Sam.

He activated the web shooter and shot the new web fluid at him.

The web fluid was disgusting. Instantly, Sam started gagging and he tried pulling it off but once it stuck onto his skin, it wouldn’t move. The fluid hardened slightly, then started growing and growing and Peter pushed the desk away from the door and walked out.

Sam was left trapped in a corner in the dark, yelling out helplessly for anyone to listen to him. The fluid expanded to the rest of the room, trapping Sam in an uncomfortable spot. It would be hours before someone was alerted of the mess, and it would take another 16 hours to dissolve the web fluid and to get him out of the room.

Sam understands now to never fuck with Peter Parker or you ever again.

-

Peter was going to do something different with Bucky. He’d wake immediately if someone walked into his room, so he had waited outside his door and just breathed a bit heavily, knowing Bucky would eventually wake up and feel uneasy because he sensed someone outside his room.

Peter covered himself in an ooze that Bruce had developed during the quarantine in anger. It was a jelly type consistency that always smeared and spread and caused those that came into contact with it to slip around and feel itchy.

Yes, Peter felt uncomfortable, but he had the solution that undid this mess on him. He’d use it once he was done with Bucky and then go shower.

It only took two minutes for Bucky to open the door, armed and ready for an intruder. Peter flew himself into him and the knife slipped off of his body easily. He wrestled around with Bucky as Bucky started to understand who he was.

“Peter? What on Earth…Get the fuck off me, kid.” Bucky grunted, trying to kick Peter in the gut, but struggled when the goo got on him and started to spread.

Bucky started to itch like crazy, and he let Peter go as he started to itch everywhere. “The fuck did you do, kid?” He questioned, trying to stand up. Peter grasped the side of the wall and activated his suit to stand up.

“You’re going to be left like this for two days. This is my response. You’re not going to bother me and Y/n again.” Peter started off. Bucky just stared at him incredulously.

“You’re hard to intimidate. But I got the information… Did you know your sister donated her eggs? I do. You have some blood relations left in this world. Ouch, does that hurt you to hear? Especially since I can give this information to anyone here. Don’t you think Steve would want to go talk to them? You don’t want that though. You just want to be alone after what happened with your sister. Do you remember where you kept her letter to you? The one that told you she forgave you for leaving back then. I remember the lines, ‘James, dear, I love you and will always have a piece of love for you in my heart throughout the rest of my life. Remember when we’d fight over who got the last of ma’s cookies? Every time I bake her recipe, I think of you.’ Oh, so sad.” Peter voiced out.

Bucky immediately tried getting up to go beat the shit out of Peter, but he couldn’t.

“I have a copy of the letter. Do you want me to show Steve the part where she talked about him? Oh, you don’t? Okay, so don’t fucking mess with me and Y/n again. Or I’m going to release all the information I have on you. It will flood the internet and the streets. This isn’t a question, this is a statement. You can see this as a threat, I see this as a promise. You should know I don’t break my promises so easily. And I’m going to fuck my girlfriend whenever I want, without you interrupting.” Peter finished and smiled at him.

Bucky stopped thrashing around and just stared at Peter.

“You’re learning. Oh, thank fuck, finally. You didn’t have to do all this shit. You just needed to learn how to take things with a straight face and learn how to lie.” Bucky sighed deeply then laughed and shook his head.

“I was going to put word in with Tony to promote you too once you learned. But huh, you’re learning another kind of lesson that I didn’t expect you to ever learn. How to be a badass motherfucker. Wow, this modern world surprises me still.” Bucky chuckled.

Peter stood frozen, “You wanted to promote me?”

“I did.” Bucky noted back.

“…Do you still want to promote me?” Peter nervously asked.

Bucky tilted his head at him and smiled, “Ask me again once I can stand up.”

Peter groaned, “Nope, I know you’re going to punch me. Not falling for that.”

“Hah, looks like you’re learning not to be so gullible too. Good job.” Bucky laughed again and sat in the mess. He just continued to itch himself like crazy.

“I’m leaving now.” Peter said, leaving with a strange feeling in his chest.

He could’ve been promoted. Wow. That’s awesome! But you know what’s even more awesome now, he can finally have sex with you again.

-

“Baby! I did it! I got them to stop bugging us.” Peter spoke up, grabbing your hand to hold it. You smiled back and laughed cheerfully.

“I saw! You did great. Thank you, sweetie. We can do stuff together now.” You pulled him into a hug.

“Want to go try that new simulator together? We can have sex in a meadow! It’s like VR but better.” Peter asked and you nodded happily.

Your eyes widened, “Oh shit, that’s awesome. But what if we could have sex somewhere even more crazy then?”

“Yeah! I love when it’s a crazy spot. Makes me feel a thrill.” Peter exclaimed and you agreed. You two ran to the room, laughing when you saw Sam right behind the wall. He absolutely heard the entire conversation.

“You guys are insane exhibitionists. What the fuck.” Sam muttered.

-

A week later, Sam and Bucky handed each their payment to Steve. Once Steve saw and heard what Peter did to the two of them, he was shocked. Never did he think that Peter was capable of something like that, but Steve understood the feeling that once he was pushed, he’d also do something similar.

“At least he learned something.” Sam brought up.

Bucky shook his head, “Don’t know if it was worth being itchy and slippery for two days. Bruce had to recreate the solution to get it off me since Peter stole all of it and used it on himself.”

“I have trauma now. I don’t think I’ll ever see him as a little puppy anymore.” Sam revealed.

Bucky snorted, “Welcome to the club. Trauma is the only thing I know best.”

Steve shook his head at the two, “Well, I guess you guys have to move onto something else now. We still have about two and a half weeks till we should be safe to go outside again. Want to start a puzzle with me?”

Sam instantly denied him, “Nope, not again. You only buy the super hard puzzles with dull images. It’s sad. Bye.” He walked away.

Steve looked at Bucky with hopeful eyes, “I’m going to go… do something, yeah. Bye Steve.” Bucky spoke up.

Steve sighed at his friends’ actions. At least you and Peter could have fun together again.

[lots-of-pockets]

Accidents happen

Pairings: Natasha x you

Words: 1891

Warnings: bed wetting? Idk.

Summary: Natasha has an accident due to how sick she is. It’s up to you to convince her there is absolutely nothing to be ashamed of. (Requested)

Notes: This is bordering on age regression. I don’t know if this topic is controversial, but if it is and you’re offended, please don’t read. It’s absolutely nothing detailed. Just fluff. Thank you.

You let out a soft exhale through your nose as you tenderly trail the pad of your thumb over the warm, soft skin of Natasha's cheek. The red head was laying on her side, fast asleep as hoarse, crackly breaths escape her chapped lips. She'd been sick for three days now, and it appeared as though she was no closer to getting better despite the amount of medicine she'd been taking.

It was way past the generic cold now. You knew that. Sure it had started that way. A light fever. A runny nose and cough. Nothing Natasha hadn't dealt with before and you knew for a fact had you not caught her mid sneezing fit just yesterday, she probably wouldn't have even told you she was feeling under the weather and would have toughed it out until she was better.

But that wasn't the case now.

Said cold had transpired into what you could only guess was one of the worst cases if the flu you'd ever seen. She was seriously congested. She had a pretty severe migraine and even her stomach had joined in on the fun leaving her unable to eat anything.

A particularly hoarse breath from Natasha brings you out of your thoughts, and you flicker your eyes up to see her face scrunched up in discomfort. You frown slightly as you lean forward to press a soft kiss to her forehead, your hands lingering on her face for a moment longer before you decided it was best to try another tactic.

"Shhh, you're okay," you attempt to sooth as you slip your arm beneath her side and gently coax her tired body into your arms.

She was remarkably easy to direct, settling against your chest with a wet cough as her hands reach up to cling to your hoodie. She seems to instinctively wipe her dripping nose onto the material too, and though you roll your eyes fondly, you knew a tissue would be much better suited for what she was trying to do.

Reaching back, you grab a few tissues from the box on your nightstand and make quick but gentle work of ridding the snot from her nose and cupids bow.

The feeling of the rough tissue against her sore, red tinged nose has Natasha's once again rousing, a pain filled whimper escaping her lips as she hides her face against your chest in a futile attempt at getting away from whatever was hurting her.

Not wanting to further her discomfort in any way, you abandon the task just half way through and toss the now soiled tissue into the trashcan.

With a soft sigh and a gentle kiss against her hairline, you slip a hand beneath her pyjama shirt and begin trailing your fingers over the too warm skin. "All done baby, you're okay." You murmur, giving the thigh that had come to rest across your stomach a soft, comforting squeeze.

In response, Natasha’s sleeping self lets out a hoarse, heavy sigh, her grasp loosening on your shirt as she once again slips into fitful sleep. With the knowledge you would be her pillow until another sneeze or cough inevitably woke her, you grab your phone from the nightstand and decide to kill some time scrolling through social media.

Your free hand continues to absentmindedly trace over her back, up to the nape of her neck and down to just above her underwear. Natasha seems to all hit melt into you, and you all but welcome her as close as she could possibly get. Before long, she was more or less on top of you, head tucked into the crook of your neck with her legs sprawled over your own.

You can’t help but pout softly at the action, pressing your lips in a tender kiss against the top of her head.

Soon, the sun outside disappears behind the clouds signalling that it was getting late. With the knowledge that it would soon be time for Natasha’s to take some more medicine, you place your phone down and slip both hands beneath her shirt. You graze the pads if your thumbs over her sides, craning your head and pressing your lips her forehead.

“Nat? It’s time to wake up baby.” You murmur, lightly tapping the small of her back. Natasha remains still, her breath heavy against the skin of your neck.

You smile softly and reach down to give her behind a few firm pats, “Pumpkin? Wakey wakey.” You coo, affectionately grazing the tips of your fingers over the top of her underwear before bringing your hand back up to meet the other that was still resting on the middle of her back.

Natasha does no more than let out a soft whimper.

Your heart breaks at the sound, but before you could even continue trying to wake her, a sudden wetness begins seeping into the material of your pyjama bottoms. A frown of confusion slips onto your lips at the sensation, and you lift the covers slightly to see that a sudden wet spot had appeared on both your shirt and pants.

You couldn’t see the front of Natasha’s body, but you had a funny feeling that if you could, the same sight would greet you there too.

She’d had an accident.

“Oh baby…” you trail off sympathetically as you let go of the blankets, allowing them to conceal you both again as you hug her body close to you and let out a soft sigh. You didn’t know what to do.

If you woke her, you had no idea just how she’d react. This had never happened before. Why would it? Natasha was a grown woman. But she’d never been this sick before either. Could that be the reason? Could someone be so sick they could have an accident without even realising it?

Knowing you had to wake her either way, you let out a deep sigh and prepare yourself to do just that.

Keeping your hold around her tight, you adjust her legs to settle either side of your hips and sit yourself up. She was straddling you now, but you didn’t think she was completely asleep. Her hands were gripping the back of your shirt, and you could feel her eyelashes fluttering against your neck.

“Nat?” You ask tentatively, bringing a hand down to rest on the small of her back. The red head lets out a heavy sigh as she forces her eyes open, and as soon as she realises her current predicament, she freezes in your arms.

“It’s okay,” you were quick to sooth, tightening your hold around her so she didn’t bolt. “It was just an accident. Everyone has them. It’s nothing to be ashamed about I promise.”

Natasha’s shoulders begin to shake, and you feel her let out a choked sob. Despite the tears, you were thankful because you’d rather this than her bolting and shutting you out.

You nuzzle your nose into her neck and press a soft kiss to the warm skin as your hands once again slip beneath her shirt, hoping the skin on skin contact would help sooth her.

“You’re sick baby,” you murmur into her ear, “It’s not your fault. I’m not mad. Or upset. It was just an accident. They happen to everyone. You’re okay.”

Natasha sniffles as her body shudders with the force of her sobs, and you pull her just that bit closer, your own eyes burning with tears. “It’s okay. You’re okay. I’ve got you.”

It takes a little while, but soon, her sobs turn into soft sniffles, and you give her one last squeeze before placing a hand on either of her sides before attempting to ease her away from you. Natasha resists as she coughs wetly, and you quietly shush her as you pull her body back to your own.

She wasn’t ready to face you yet, and that was okay.

“Take all the time you need.” Was all you say as you secure your arms back around her waist, attempting to ignore the once warm wetness that had long gone cold against you.

You begin to hum softly as you rock her body back and forth in your arms, the corners of your lips quirking up into a smile when feel her begin to relax against you.

After a few moments, you once again attempt to ease her away from you, and this time, she allows it. Her cheeks, you notice, were red with both her fever and embarrassment, and she was seemingly unable to meet your eyes. You reach up to cup her face and place a gentle kiss to her nose.

“It’s okay pumpkin,” you murmur, smiling slightly when her hands come up to rest over your own. They were trembling slightly, and you adjust your thumbs so you could trial the pad of then over the backs of her hands.

“We don’t have to talk about it if that makes you uncomfortable. Let’s just get you cleaned up, okay?”

Natasha nods as a single tear track slips down her cheek, and you tenderly wipe it away before coaxing her chest back against own. She complies without hesitation, and you secure your other arm around the small of her back before rising to your feet and carrying her into the bathroom.

Despite the fact that slipping a hand beneath her behind would make it easier to hold her up, you refrain from doing so in fear it would only embarrass her further. Instead, you hold her as close as you possibly could to you in hopes that would be enough.

You reach behind the glass shower door to turn on the water before lightly squeezing her thigh as a silent request for her to let you go. She does, but she was still seemingly unable to meet your eyes.

With the knowledge that she may need some time to get over this, you allow her to do whatever she needed to be comfortable.

“Can I help you?” You question as you reach up to gently brush a sweaty strand of hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ear.

“Yes please.” She pleads, her voice raspy. You press your lips against her forehead in a soft kiss before placing your hands on the bottom of her shirt and tugging it up and off of her body. Left in just her wet underwear, her cheeks flush red again, and you bend down and hook your fingers into the top before pulling them down.

She steps out of them with a trembling hand on your shoulder for balance, and you press an affectionate kiss to her hipbone before returning upright and making quick work of removing your own clothes.

Figuring that the water was now hot enough, you slip an arm around her waist to guide her in, yourself following shortly.

“There we go,” you murmur as she all but falls into your arms, arms tight around your waist and head against your chest tucked perfectly beneath your chin. You return the embrace without hesitation, cupping the back of her head and rocking her slightly back and forth.

“There we go.”

**

I hope you all enjoyed ♥️

[angel-of-the-moons]

I haven’t stopped thinking about that Hobie baby fever fic ever since you posted it. Many thoughts. Many thoughts many many thoughts and ideas many many little ideas.

You have people saying ‘Oh good luck lol kids are SO hard!’ ‘He’s definitely gonna regret it you’re gonna be a single parent’. But Hobie’s probably been WISHING from a young age he could be a parent, the only thing he didn’t prep for is your little one grabbing his wicks and him nervously calling out “Luv, luv help me LUV-”. He learnt very quickly to tie his hair back when he’s holding them. If you have a little girl, everyone always thinks it’s you who’s done her hair for the day or for school. NOPE. Hobie’s been with her in the bathroom since 6 in the morning putting her in braids and buns. Your baby is his whole world and he’ll be DAMNED if he won’t be the absolute best dad EVER ‼️

Oh my godddddddddd my ovaries went 💥💥

The Pitter Patter of Little Feet Pt. 2

Dad!Hobie x Wife!Reader

TW/CW: A lil angst at the start, Fluff. So much fluff.

A/N: I'm basing all my baby prep off of the things I had to do for my nephew. I am unsure the proper care that goes into textured hair but I hope I can do it justice!

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You remember what people told you, how "someone like him" wouldn't be able to handle being a dad, how he'd leave you. The words said by your mother hurt the worst, the things she said about Hobie. Your father was no better, especially when they found out you two agreed to get pregnant before anything else.

Especially after you put the positive pregnancy tests, the test results from blood work with your doctor, and some baby booties on the table as a surprise.

It was supposed to go like you imagined, right? Happy jubilant crying, hugs, congratulations...

You got the exact opposite, with your parents criticizing everything about your boyfriend, the father of your unborn baby. The man you loved.

"What kind of father would he be? A bad one, just look at how he's dressed! You think he can help dress your child?" Your mother scoffed. "And those awful piercings! I bet your baby will be running around with holes in their face by the time they're six!"

"And what about a job? You can't be the only one to support your family. He's a man, he needs to step up and quit it with that "punk lifestyle". It's not suitable to raise my grandchild in!" Your father grunted.

After your baby was born, you cut them off and had a courthouse wedding, and a little get-together with his friends from the Spider Society. A mix of a reception and baby shower.

Joke's on them! Hobie was an amazing father, and an amazing husband. The moment he found out you two were having a little girl?

Pink. And. Purple. Her style would be all punkish of course.

He got stuffed instruments that crinkled for when she would teethe, some guitar-shaped rattles...

And he would never admit it, but Hobie actually cried, when he got to hold your baby girl for the first time. You guys named her Selena. Selena Brown.

She came out angry, wailing, as if she was pissed off at the world she had only been in for a few moments.

"Already got the spirit! Make a big noise, a big statement. That's my girl!" Hobie laughed, playing with her tiny feet.

After that, Hobie was very attentive. From you working from home, he would help. He'd fetch the breast pump when you needed it, would prep the bottles, and keep Selena occupied while you worked. He would even take the late shifts at night to make sure you got your rest.

As Selena got bigger, her hair became a bit unruly, and at times you had no idea what to do with it. Hobie? He came in clutch. The proper ties, hair masks, grease (if needed), oils, brushes...

The trick was getting the rambunctious one year old to hold still while her father attempted to tame the poofy mass.

It was one day, you got up from your computer only to hear Hobie shout your name.

"Babe! Babe!" He cried out, grunting.

Of course, you made a dash for the living room, only to see your husband with your toddler. Apparently she had moved behind him, her hands clinging to his shirt to help keep her balanced as she bounced on her little chubby feet.

Her big brown eyes gleamed as she giggled, her bottom teeth poking out in the most adorable way.

Well... it wasn't from where Hobie sat.

Selena's little fist had a tight hold over one of his wicks, tugging his head back sharp.

"A lil' help, luv?!" He winced, hissing at you as you covered your face to try and keep from laughing.

"Come on, Bug, give daddy's poor head a rest. He's got enough problems with that mess he calls hair." You tease, scooping up your little girl.

But... even though her grip loosened, Hobie's wick stayed attached to her hand.

"Oh... ohhhhh..." You said, clicking your tongue.

"What! What!" Hobie groaned, trying to tug his head free.

"You made me have a spider baby."

[cinnajun]

ᵕ̈ ೫˚∗: zb1 when you're sick

a/n: i love writing stuff like this, mostly because i think how someone takes care of u when ur sick means a lot :)) it’s very endearing to me!

notes: yujin is not included due to his age! just assume y/n has a nasty case of the flu or something lol, i didn't proofread so sorry for any typos!

wc | 2.8k

 from worst to best at taking care of you

gyuvin

i don’t think he’d necessarily be bad at it per say

like gyuvin’s definitely the type of guy to treat you a little bit like a baby when you’re sick

he feels really bad, and he doesn’t like seeing you all upset and unhappy :(

so for the first couple of days he’s good at supplying you with medicine and water, and he does his best to make you meals (most of them are bland convenience store soups and noodles put into bowls but it’s okay)

he also spends a lot of time with you, and, by extension, cheers you up a lot

he will amp his funny meter up like 97% because he wants to see you smile and laugh

even though you can barely laugh because you’re sick and your throat hurts

he also will be very loving when you’re sick which is nice because i don’t see him being extremely touchy when you’re going about your daily life

so you get lots of hugs and kisses even though you keep telling him not to because he will get sick

and that’s where everything goes wrong

the thing is. on day 3 he will wake up sick

no matter what, when you get sick, he will be sick within 72 hours

it’s because he’s clingy and annoying and will nap with you, get ready for bed with you, and eat food with you so there’s virtually no protection from your illness

and as much as he would love to keep taking care of you while he’s sick, he feels just as bad so now you’re BOTH rotting away while whatever sickness you have runs its course

you end up having to call hanbin over because neither of you want to do anything but lay there

so like

enjoy the two days of a very loving and doting boyfriend (more so than usual)

and make sure to tell hanbin when you get sick so he can be prepared to clear his schedule lol

under gyuvin’s (technically hanbin’s) care, it takes about a week to fully get better!

ricky

so sorry to the 04s for this slander

again i don’t think he’d be bad at it he’d just be a little clueless

i think when he gets really stressed out about something he shuts down a little bit too so when your fever is pushing 102 he’s kind of like a sim that can’t figure out how to get past a desk (if that makes sense)

you’ll be like “ugh my head hurts” and he’ll be like oh okay … then twenty minutes later he finally returns with advil and a cup of water

or like you’ll be napping and he’ll suddenly remember that you need to take more dayquil (he’s about an hour late)

and at the end of the day he will get done what he needs to get done just like give him a minute

ricky somehow makes a really good chicken noodle soup (it’s just canned soup) and you always ask him about it and how he makes it!! he tells you it’s a secret (he just slightly modifies canned soup)

i think he’s also pretty good at making sure he doesn’t get sick from taking care of you, too

like as much as he loves you and not being able to hold your hand makes him want to die, he doesn’t want to be like gyuvin and force hanbin to take care of both of you lol

so he’ll wear a mask and wash his hands pretty regularly, but he makes sure to reassure you that he’s taking the necessary precautions so that he can successfully nurse you back to health, and that he still loves you even if he can’t get too close right now :)

i think his main strength in this area is keeping you entertained, though

like he’ll make sure there’s always a movie playing or something, even if you’re asleep

he doesn’t want you to be bored and feel bad

also has an intrinsic belief that not being bored will distract you from the icky feelings

under ricky’s care, it takes a little over a week to get better!

matthew

same with ricky, i think matthew’s not necessarily bad at it, but he kind of shuts down when he finds out

he goes from like doting, loving boyfriend to oh god oh my god oh no oh god

if you give him a bit of time to gather himself he goes from panic mode to question mode

matthew will NOT leave you alone while you’re sick!!! he’s halfway convinced you’re living out your last days!!!! he has to make sure you don’t die!!!!

he also asks you 70 questions an hour

“do you need anything?” “do you want something to eat?” “do you need more water?” “do you want a massage?”

of the 70 questions, maybe about 3 or 4 of them yield the answer “yes” but that’s not 0 so he’s going to keep it up

he’s like baymax or something idk he’s just so stressed out the entire time

he’s like nigh unrecognizable the entire time

you are absolutely aware of the fact that sometimes he leaves the room to call his mom and ask for advice but you pretend that you don’t know for the sake of his dignity

although his constant stream of questions can be somewhat overwhelming at times, you’re very appreciative of his dedication because when you’re sick, you will get anything you need

he will also make any meal you desire even if he’s never made it before, and he really adores the way it makes you smile so then he’s all smiley afterwards <;/3

if he needs to go out to the store to get you something, he will either enlist somebody else to do it or have someone stay with you while he’s gone

so you’ll get a lot of well wishes from jiwoong, hao, and hanbin while you’re not feeling well

when you get better it’s the best day of matthew’s life i’m pretty sure

he remembers what it feels like to not be terribly worried 24/7 so you watch him deflate like a balloon

and then he naps for like four hours

under matthew’s care, it takes 6-ish days to get better!

taerae

taerae’s pretty middle of the road in my opinion

like we learned during boys’ planet, he’s the youngest kid so he received a lot of affection and love when he was growing up

so, when you’re sick, he gives you a LOT of affection

you could be rotting away in bed and taerae will be like “you are the most beautiful person i’ve ever seen” with heart eyes

i think the thing that gives taerae a real leg up though is that his first thought is “oh let’s go see a doctor” and he can drive so you go pretty much immediately

that way, you get flu-specific medicine and get better quicker than you would’ve without

after that, taerae’s sick care is pretty run of the mill

i don’t think he’s too panicked about it because people get sick all the time, and so, unless you’re really, really sick he’s not going to be doting on you 24/7 like matthew would

he’ll still run errands and he won’t cancel plans unless you straight up ask him to (and if you ask he will without thinking about it!!!)

and he makes sure you’re taking your meds, drinking water, and eating three times a day

but life doesn’t stop, you know??

it’s nice because when you’re sick, sometimes all you want is to be left alone for a bit and that’s exactly what taerae does for you :)

also, because he’s continuing on with his life, he won’t get sick from you so you won’t have any of that guilt on your shoulders

one special thing taerae does when you’re sick though is sing you to sleep

sure, when you’re not sick, he’ll do it from time to time but he’s very consistent when you’re not feeling well!! he’ll get the guitar out and sing you a lullaby or two

he will also sing you awake </3 and he wakes you up to eat!!! so it’ll be a cute little made up jingle about it being breakfast time … it’s very heartwarming

under taerae’s care, you get better in 5 days!

jiwoong

i think he’s very similar to taerae in this respect, so he’s also in the middle (but a little bit higher up)

jiwoong is older and more experienced with stuff like this so he’s very businessy about it

when you wake up with a fever, you’ll head to the doctor and get your tamiflu or whatever

from then on it’s just a waiting game i think

the main difference between taerae and jiwoong though is strictly experience

he’s very routine when it comes to taking care of you

you eat breakfast, he gives you dayquil, goes out to get anything you ask for…it continues

jiwoong is also really good at knowing when you want him around and when you want him to leave you alone

but he’s always generally around, and will cancel plans (without telling you) so that he can make sure he’s available if anything goes wrong

he’s good at planning for the worst case scenario without being worried about it, too, so he’ll have a backup plan in place if you (for some reason) start getting worse rather than getting better

jiwoong is great to have around when you’re sick because he’s good at cooking, too

he will bring you the most delicious soup you’ve ever had in your life and will literally juice oranges so that you can have fresh orange juice

he doesn’t tell you but he’s a little manic about what you’re consuming when you’re sick because he doesn’t want you to throw up or get sicker because of what you’re eating

he also gives really good bear hugs when you’re sick

like the best bear hug of your life

when you trudge out of the bedroom in the morning to eat breakfast and open your arms for a hug he will gladly envelope you into the most comfortable thing you’ve felt in weeks

they’re obviously no different from his hugs when you’re not sick but for some reason they’re just so much better than when you’re not feeling well

under jiwoong’s care, you get better in 4-5 days

zhang hao

TOP 3!!

hao is so lovely to be around when everything is normal, so when you’re sick he’s like a saving grace almost

he actually notices you’re sick before you do

he wakes up one morning, looks over at you, and notices that your cheeks are flushed and you’re making a kind of unhappy face

he takes your temperature and is like >:0 oh no

so you literally wake up to him holding a gatorade and a bowl of rice and you’re like ??? what

“you’re sick”

“i am???”

and then a couple of hours the symptoms really kick in and you’re like “how are you a genius…” but he’s just observant lol

while you’re sick, he dials up the zhang hao charm like 7000% and makes sure that you know he loves you more than anything and that he will do/get anything you need until you get better

and he will ensure that you don’t feel guilty that he’s taking time off of his everyday life to dote on you

i think, in general, hao is so good at catching your illness before it’s really able to set in that your symptoms tend to be fairly mild throughout the time that you’re sick (thus, you get better faster)

and he’s good at making sure you’re staying clean too

he knows how awful it is when you get sick and you don’t have anyone to help you out, so you just end up feeling gross and disgusting all the time

so he makes sure you’re doing your skincare (he will literally do it for you if you need him to) and that you’re showering when you need to yk

and he gets “anonymous deliveries” of little treats throughout the time that you’re sick (he asks hanbin to pick some things up and put them at the door lol)

when you get better, hao will take you on a date to celebrate (and he lets you pay so you’ll truly crush any guilt you felt for interrupting his daily life)

under hao’s care, you get better in 4 days!

gunwook

this might be a hot take but i think gunwook would be so nice to have around when you’re sick

i also think, like hao, he picks up on it before it even happens idk

he’ll see that one of your friends got sick after you hung out and he just knows

he will preemptively make you take theraflu, and you think he’s being stupid but then you wake up with a fever

he’s like “i told you”

gunwook would be panicked in a way that you have no clue, so it’s out of sight and out of mind

but in all actuality he’s blowing up the zb1 gc like wtf do i DO!!!

everyone’s first recommendation is to make sure you don’t end up like gyuvin (sick and unhappy) LOL

but half the things he does are recommendations from jiwoong, hao, and hanbin so make sure to thank them at some point!!

because he takes tips from the pros he ends up being a pro you know

and he finds out ricky’s super secret (canned) soup recipe so he’s got that on lock too

essentially gunwook is the product of the rest of the group’s experience … like the answer to one big equation lol

the one thing he doesn’t listen to is everyone telling him to like not be constantly close to you

i’m a believer that gunwook rarely gets sick (his immune system is like on steroids) so he spends the entirety of this period hanging out with you

naps with you, goes to bed at the same time as you, watches whatever you’re watching, etc

obviously he’s washing his hands pretty often but he’s still hanging out with you, which makes you feel very happy and loved :)

afterwards, you’re very thankful and appreciative and gunwook will take all the credit for the techniques other people supplied him with

at some point you’ll probably catch on but you won’t say anything lol

if he’s happy, you’re happy!

under gunwook’s care, you get better in 3-4 days!

hanbin

i feel like this was obvious

this man is literally a mother

you feel like your mom is taking care of you the entire time you’re sick

when you wake up and tell him you aren’t feeling well he does the mom thing (puts his hand on your forehead) and can actually conclude you have a fever by doing that

and then he’ll tell you to go lay down while he makes breakfast lol

it’s seriously like your mom is taking care of you, i cannot overstate this

he’s giving you cold washcloths and handing you cough drops every 2-3 business hours

he asks what your symptoms are and goes “hmm” before disappearing from the room and returning with the exact remedy you need

hanbin quite literally hates the idea that you’re nothing less than happy, so he will do everything in his power to make sure you’re getting better while honoring your wishes at the same time

so if all you want to do is sleep, he’ll let you sleep

or if you want to try and still be productive, he’ll let you help with the dishes or do your own laundry if need be

being sick under hanbin’s care is so nice because you don’t feel like the world has stopped just because you’re sick, you know

the way he takes care of you keeps you feeling strong enough to do something other than lay about all day

and you don’t really get to the point where you feel like death is imminent (i assume this is a universal experience for everyone)

and he’s not too worried about you being sick as he’s worried about you getting better and not having any residual symptoms you know

also makes yummy and delicious food for you so that’s a big plus LOL

you get better so fast that it’s barely a bump in the road

you think god accidentally gave hanbin special powers and you’re glad you get to be the main benefactor of them

under hanbin’s care, you get better in 3 days!

thank you for reading!

[naomis-daydream]

on the throne // shuri udaku

summary: just read tbh….ok fine i’ll explain😒. being queen comes with a load of royal responsibilities; from border patrol, to technological advancements, and everything in between. though wakanda’s ruler realizes there’s a special someone she’s been neglecting. shuri’s come up short, and her wife’s coming to collect what’s hers.

warnings: pregnant!wife!reader. descriptions of pregnancy (obvs), teeny weeny bit of oral (shuri receiving). barely proofread.

a/n: this is the product of baby fever and ovulation😜 also this is a draft from forever ago, it kinda sucks so im dropping it under the cloak of night🥷🏽.

there were many things shuri loved about your body.

your hands, for instance. they always offered her a soothing rub or relaxing touch whenever she became stressed or overwhelmed with the weight of the crown. or something soft to hold as you spent evenings watching the wakandan sunset from the palace garden.

then there were your arms. shuri found that she only slept peacefully when yours were wrapped tightly around her middle. and if the royal ever woke to realize you rolled away, she’d assure she wiggled her way back into your grasp.

and bast your thighs. if the queen could spend the rest of her days between them, the soft, plush cushions, there’d be absolutely no resistance from the panther.

now it was worse, and it was all your fault. it was one of the many nights the queen spent inside you. somewhere between when she slowly pushed into you and when she brought you nearing your third high of the night, you had joked about her getting you pregnant. something about her having the genius and the looks to make a great gene pool. “fill me up, my queen,” you uttered, “give it to me. i want all of you.” you we’re fucking tantalizing.

it didn’t help that she had the science to make what originated as a lustful thought a reality.

now, seven months later, everything she loved about you only grew as your body changed. your natural curves only hypnotized her more as your hips widened and breasts swelled.

shuri also couldn’t help but smile when you wobbled cutely around your shared home due to the swell of your ankles, and while you refused to be helped with an act as simple as walking, you would feign resistance to shuri’s pleads to ease your pain before caving to let her massage your aching joints.

but the absolute worst part was the hormones. the cravings that made shuri tip-toe into the kitchen for you well after midnight, the hot flashes that would cause you to walk practically bare around the palace, and your sex drive, yours nearly matched that of her’s when she took the herb. though, only two of those things seemed to be prevailing today, where the only thing separating you from her was the thinnest dresses. it wasn’t unusual for you to forgo a bra this late into your pregnancy, but it seemed you’d forgotten any undergarments at all today as you sat on the lap of the queen, grinding helplessly into her thigh.

“yiza, mntwana,” you purred. come on, baby. “let me touch you.”

your wife squirmed from her place on the throne, hands on your hips as she guided you. you trailed your lips down her jaw to land on her pulse point before sucking intently.

while you were preoccupied, the woman took the chance to glance at the clock in the room, hissing slightly when noticing the time and when you sunk your teeth into her flesh. you were going to ruin her, she knew that much. the sad part is, she was gonna let you.

“the elders,” she whined, finding words rather hard when you moaned against her. “our meeting, they’ll be here in minutes!”

you pause your movements to lean up to her ear, whispering, “fuck the meeting.”

shuri threw her head back, sinking further into the the chair and further into the trap you set in motion the minute you walked into the room.

you always started by entering with a sweet smile, followed by asking her how her day was or what project she was working on. then you’d begin rubbing her shoulders, kissing her neck while muttering sweet nothings and telling her she worked too hard. “let me take care of you,” you’d say, “you deserve to feel good, don’t you wanna feel good?” and soon shuri would end up on her back, eyes wide shut as her legs were thrown over your shoulders and your fingers snug between her walls.

this time was different though. it had to be. the council meeting was nearing by the minute, and you showed no signs of waving the white flag.

“entle,” she began, licking her lips as she spoke. “i-i really think we should wait.” you continued to kiss her, attaching your lips to whatever skin you could reach as shuri continues. “once it’s over we can do whatever you want, my love.” her hands run over the curve of your ass, squeezing gently.

you pulled away from her, hands still cupping her cheeks. “i wanna do whatever i want now.”

“i know. i promise i-i’ll make it up to you.” she says, tilting her head up to look at you before placing a soft kiss to your lips. it’s sweet, the taste of her, and as much as you wanted more, she pulls away. “you better,” you scolded, “you’re the one who did this to me anyway.” you nod your head down to your stomach, stretching against the fabric of your maxi dress. the hormones had been driving you insane. and it didn’t help that shuri spent so much time away with all her new duties. this left you to take care of your own needs more often than you’d like to admit. you needed her. to feel her. while it might seem like you were caving, her majesty should’ve known better than too assume her wife would back down so easily.

your words bring a smile to shuri’s lips, a laugh escaping her as you sigh while you rise off of her, giving her a full view of your bump as you do so.

“whatever you want, mama.”

you hum a lazy response as your queen visibly relaxes, no longer antsy with your aroused antics. though she wasn’t in the clear just yet, you came here for a reason, and wouldn’t leave unfulfilled.

a simple idea sprouts in your head, and soon, a mischievous smile dances across your features as you reach back to unclasp your necklace. shuri raises a brow in question, but remains silent as you both watch the dainty jewelry slide down your chest and onto the floor, right between her feet.

“oops.”

the royal shakes her head, already having a clue of where this was headed. but you’re already sinking to your knees, eyes never leaving hers.

you rub your palms along the fabric of her black dress, reaching just below her knees. you play with the hem, eyeing the fickle fabric before tracing your fingertips higher. and higher. and high-

“thandiwe.” she warned.

beloved. how wholesome a name in contrast to your actions upon her. you peered up at her, batting your lashes at her. “yes, my queen?”

“we have ten minutes before our meeting-”

“i’ve made you come in less,” you continue, hooking your fingers around her underwear.

shuri wanted to protest, she really did, and she tried to. she mutters tiny objections at first, and you almost believe them, but the way she lifted her hips to help you remove her underwear, the way she whined when you tugged her to the throne’s edge, and the way she threw her head back with the first stripe you licked up her center told you all you needed to know. let’s face it, she knew she was done for the minute you walked in the room.

you begin to place gentle kisses to her clit, giving her a little stimulation, but not quite enough for her liking. shuri shudders above you, legs shaking gently. she began to realize just how long it’d been since the two of you had sex.

“still want me to stop?” you asked, tongue twirling around her entrance, to which she moaned in response. a light chuckle escapes your lips. “i’ll take that as a no.”

[poisonedprose]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖🕷. KINKTOBER DAY 14. PURRING PERFECTION

ellie williams x hybrid!fem!reader

warnings: 0.8k words, kinktober smut, kitty hybrid!reader, pet names (kitty, hun, baby), cursing, thigh riding, pwp, first heat

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Ellie’s fingers mindlessly scratch behind your ears, listening to the sound of you purring on her chest while she read some book about space. You thought it was so attractive when she was indulging in the things she was passionate about. Your face nuzzled into her neck, inhaling the sweet scent of her aroma.

Your body was warm, warmer than usual. Ellie brought it to your attention but you insisted that you were fine and that you didn’t have a fever. But both of you forgot to consider the possibility that you were on the brink of starting your first heat. You didn’t know much about them, only relying on the few elder hybrids that resided in Jackson, but even then there wasn’t much information to go off of.

As far as you were concerned, you were a late bloomer. You were grateful you didn’t have to deal with such a burden of having a heat. You were told that the first heat was the worst, but no one would ever elaborate. You just figured they were all exaggerating but when a warm substances warmed your cotton panties you knew you were fucked.

Your panty covered core was pressed against your girlfriend’s thigh. Your shirts were thrown askew on the floor, along with Ellie’s jeans. The sun that shone down on Jackson was close to unbearable. Your tail was swaying nervously back and forth, from side to side. Ellie and you hadn't really done anything physically, the both of you opting to take things slow, so it was safe to say you were panicking.

Ellie's hand slid from the top of your head all the way down to your ass, giving it a quick squeeze before trailing her fingers up your tail. Your purs only grew louder and your cunt only grew wetter. You shifted trying to get in a comfortable position, maybe you could wait it out until she left and take care of it by yourself. But of course, why would anything work in your favor.

Ellie moved her thigh at the same time you were readjusting your position, making your clothed cunt grind against the soft plush if her thigh. A whine escapes your lips. “Oh, I’m so sorry.” She apologized sincerely and softly, figuring she probably bumped you and hurt you. She offered a comforting pat on your butt with a small smile.

“Els.” You whine, a pout evident on your face. “I said sorry, kitty.” She was still under the impression that you weren’t currently drenching your favorite pair of underwear. “No, no, Ellie…” You grind your self down on her thigh involuntarily. “Huh?” She looks outright shocked to say the least. “You need me to take care of you or something?” She shows you a toothy grin, mostly joking to ease the tension of what you just did.

She wasn’t expecting you to actually nod and agree. “Pretty please, I’ll be a good kitten.” She’d only ever heard you beg twice. One time when you were begging her to let you come on patrol with her and another time when you wanted her to cuddle with you. She’d never heard you beg like this.

It didn’t take her long to figure out what was happening. Your hot body, your swollen lips, your rose cheeks, your whiny voice. “Holy shit.” She mumbles to herself, she wasn’t sure what she should do in this situation. “Come sit.” She pushed the book aside and grabbed you by your waist and sat you on her thigh. After all, this would be the first time the two of you have been together this intimately.

You instantly took her invite, immediately rubbing yourself on her thigh. “Holy shit.” She mumbled again as she looks up at you. She can’t help but think how beautiful you look while riding her thigh. “It’s okay, hun, yeah? It’s alright.” She says, her words full of breath as her own arousal pools in her boxers

“Wanna tell me what’s up?” She asks as she guides your hips against her thigh. Her space book was long forgotten. “It came out of nowhere Els.” You whimper, ears pointing straight up and your tail curling in pleasure. “Yeah, I noticed.” She chuckles lightly. With two fingers she gently pulls your panties to the side. A string of your arousal sticks to the cotton. Ellie bites her lip as she watches you rut your bare pussy on her thigh, coating her skin with a thin layer of slick.

“Mmm, baby, as much as I’m enjoying this, I don’t think i’m supposed to let you do this.” It was true, a few of the hybrids had mentioned it’s best to hold out going through your heat for the first time with a partner. “No, no, no! Please don’t go Els, need you to help me. I dunno how to fix this.” You felt embarrassed by how desperate you felt— and probably looked.

Ellie had way more experience than you did, you knew she did. You knew she’d take care of you better than you could ever take care of yourself. She sighed, fingertips denting the fat of your hips. “Alright, alright. How could I say no to my pretty kitty, hm?”

[itsmealaiah]

I’m seriously having a baby fever rn and I need 2010tom x reader fluff😭

lol same 😭😭 crying together

Pregnant?

Thank you 💋💋 love youu

Tags/ warnings: reader taking a pregnancy test, being unsure, mention of abortion.

MDNI ⚠️

Your POV:

"Pregnant?" I repeat, my heart sinking. I'd missed a period, but I was sure it was just stress. Tom and I had been going through a rough patch lately, and I didn't want to make things worse. I stare down at the little pink stick, willing the word to disappear. But it doesn't. "Oh my god." I close my eyes, trying to process the information. "This can't be happening."

I don't know what to do. I can't tell Tom. He'll be furious. He'll leave me. I don't want to ruin our relationship, our family. We've already been through so much. I sink down onto the bathroom floor, wrapping my arms around my knees, feeling the weight of the world on my shoulders. I don't know how I'm going to get through this.

Maybe I should just get an abortion. It'll be like nothing ever happened. I close my eyes, tears stinging at the back of my throat. I'm scared and confused and heartbroken. I don't want to be a single mother. I don't want to give up on Tom. But what choice do I have?

I hear footsteps outside the bathroom door, and my heart leaps into my throat. Tom. I can't tell him now. I don't have the strength. I need time to figure this out on my own. I take a deep breath, steadying myself, and call out, "Just a minute, okay?" I need to buy myself some time. Some time to decide what I'm going to do.

Time passes slowly as I sit there, listening to the muffled sounds of Tom moving around in the other room. He's probably getting impatient, wondering what's taking me so long. I feel guilty for making him wait, but I can't help it. My mind is awhirl with thoughts and emotions, and I just can't seem to focus on anything else.

Finally, I force myself to stand up and open the door, trying to muster up a smile. "Sorry about that," I say, stepping out of the bathroom. "I wasn't feeling well." Tom frowns, clearly not buying it, but he doesn't press the issue. Instead, he takes my hand and leads me over to the couch.

"Are you sure you're okay?" he asks, his voice gentle. I want to tell him, but the words stick in my throat. I can't do this to him right now. I can't burden him with this news. "You know you can talk to me about anything, right?"

I nod, trying to meet his gaze, but I feel guilty for lying to him. "Yeah, I'm just…not feeling well today. That's all." I force a small laugh, trying to lighten the mood. But Tom doesn't seem convinced. He studies me for a moment, and I can see the concern in his eyes.

He leans in, his face close to mine, and brushes a stray hair from my forehead. "If you need anything, just let me know, okay?" he says softly. And in that moment, I realize that maybe I don't have to face this alone. Maybe Tom won't leave me after all.

But I can't tell him yet. Not until I'm sure. Not until I have a plan. So, instead, I force a smile and nod. "Thanks, I will."

The rest of the day passes in a blur. We don't talk about what happened in the bathroom, but there's an awkwardness between us that wasn't there before. I try to push the thoughts of the pregnancy test from my mind, focusing instead on my work and the things we need to do around the house. But it's hard to ignore the weight of my decision hanging over my head.

As the sun begins to set, Tom suggests we order in dinner. We sit on the couch together, watching TV, but I can feel the tension between us growing. I know I need to talk to him, but I'm terrified of what he'll say. Maybe if I just wait until tomorrow, until I'm sure of what I want to do, it'll be easier.

Later, as we're cleaning up the dishes, Tom turns to me, his expression serious. "y/n, we need to talk." My heart sinks, but I steel myself, bracing for the worst. "What's going on?" I ask, trying to sound casual.

Tom takes a deep breath, and then exhales slowly. "I want to make things right between us," he says. "I know I've been distant lately, and I'm sorry for that. But I want us to try and work things out." My heart soars at his words, but I can't help but feel a little cautious. "I love you, y/n," he continues, "and I don't want to lose you."

I look into his eyes, searching for any sign of deception, and find only sincerity. He truly means what he's saying. A wave of relief washes over me, and I realize that maybe, just maybe, there is hope for us after all.

"I love you too," I admit, my voice barely audible. "And I want things to work out between us, too. But we need to talk about what happened in the bathroom today."

Tom's expression clouds over for a moment, and I can see him bracing himself for what I'm about to say. "You found out something, didn't you?" he asks, his voice tight. "You took a pregnancy test, didn't you?"

I nod, feeling a lump forming in my throat. "I'm pregnant," I manage to say. "I don't know how it could have happened, but it did."

Tom takes a step back, his eyes wide with shock. For a moment, I'm afraid he's going to walk away from me, but then he takes a deep breath and slowly exhales. "Oh my God," he whispers. "Are you sure?"

I nod again, feeling tears welling up in my eyes. "I'm positive," I choke out. "I…I don't know what to do."

Tom reaches out to take my hands in his, his grip firm but gentle. "We'll figure it out together," he says, his voice steady. "We don't have to decide anything right now. We can talk to our families, we can see what our options are. We have time."

I look up at him, hope beginning to flicker in my chest. "You mean that?" I ask, my voice trembling. "You're not just saying that to be nice?"

Tom shakes his head, his expression solemn. "I mean it," he says. "I love you, and I'm in this with you, no matter what."

Something inside me breaks free, a weight lifting from my chest. I throw my arms around his neck, burying my face in his shoulder, tears streaming down my cheeks. "Thank you," I whisper. "Thank you for being here for me."

Tom holds me close, stroking my hair and whispering words of comfort and reassurance. "We'll get through this, y/n," he says. "We're in this together."

And for the first time in days, I believe him.

[guess-my-next-obsession]

Peña’s Anatomy: Chapter Eighteen

pairing: surgeon au!javier peña x resident!reader (Lucky)

rating: E (18+ only, talks of pregnancy/not wanting a child, oral (m rec), just so much fluff, brief mention of sex/oral (fem rec), an AAHHHHHHH CUTE ending)

wc: 3.5k

series masterlist | javier peña masterlist

“First shift back at the hospital and I’m scheduled on fucking Christmas Eve,” Mickey sighed as she sat down at the nurses station in the ICU, her stomach now very swollen along with every other part of her normally lithe frame. You stood at the counter in front of her, scribbling notes from your patient who just got set up in their recovery room after an intensive hip replacement.

“Right here with ya,” you said, your attention fixed on the chart. “Is Richard here at least?”

“No,” she groaned, lifting her feet to rest on the empty desk chair beside her as she popped open a bag of chips. “He’s in Michigan with his parents.”

Your eyes lifted to meet hers, a look of disdain on your face at the mention of her consistently shitty fiancé.

“It’s not too late to leave his ass,” you said flatly.

“Honestly,” she sighed, shaking her head. “As we get closer to our due date, I’m starting to wonder if he’s even going to show up for us. He’s been so…selfish lately.”

“Lately?” you chuckled, closing the chart and setting it on the shelf. “He’s always been selfish. He missed your surgery, he missed Thanksgiving, now he’s missing Christmas. It’s not a big leap to assume he’s going to miss your delivery. But you know who won’t?”

“You,” she said, smiling at you.

“Exactly,” you smiled back. “And if he misses out on raising your kid, I’ll be there to take his place.”

“With Javi in tow,” she chuckled.

“Eh, I don’t want him getting any ideas. He’s had a case of baby fever ever since we went to Laredo to visit his family and see his cousin’s new baby.”

“You’re still not into the idea of having a little Javi running around?” she asked, shoveling a few chips into her mouth.

“Not really,” you shrugged. “I just don’t want to be pregnant. The thought of it just…creeps me out. But maybe adoption? Or fostering?”

“Javi seems like the type to want one of his own.”

“Well he can go off and make one if he wants, just not with me. This body will not be carrying any children.”

“Oop, heads up,” she tipped her head towards the elevator down the hall, Javi and Steve emerging with smiles on their faces.

“Aren’t you supposed to be dressed up?” you asked with a smirk as he made his way over to you, pressing a chaste kiss to your cheek.

Last week, the Chief approached the attendings asking for a volunteer to dress up as Santa for the kids stuck in the Pediatric Unit for Christmas, Javi being practically forced to take on the job after his colleagues refused.

“I’m not going around until tonight,” he said, leaning his elbow onto the counter beside you. “You gonna be my little helper?”

“I thought that was my job,” Steve joked, earning a laugh from you.

“No thanks,” Javi said, sticking his tongue out in playful disgust.

“Javi, do you think I should leave Rich?” Mickey asked with a mouth full of food.

“Has that not been obvious to you this entire time?” Javi chuckled. “He’s the worst.”

“They’re havin’ a baby,” Steve reasoned, earning a scoff from you.

“Please, this isn’t the 1950’s. A woman is fully capable of raising a child without a man. Especially a man like Dick Mann.”

“Dick Mann,” Javi chuckled to himself. “What a guy.”

“Javi-your Peñ-is,” you countered, a proud smirk on your face as he tilted his head at you and gave you a flattened, unimpressed look. “Fake a laugh, it’s Christmas.”

“Eve,” he corrected. “Tomorrow I’ll laugh at all your bad jokes.”

“Alright, I’m goin’ home to my wife and kid while y’all stay here makin’ dick jokes.” Steve smiled. “Lucky, page me if you need me.”

“Will do,” you said, turning your eyes to Javi who stood impossibly close to your side, his eyes watching with the kind of focus a predator had when stalking his prey, making you chuckle. “What?”

“On call room?” he whispered into your ear.

“Javi,” you giggled, feeling your cheeks heat. “Aren’t we too mature for that now?”

“No,” he replied, sounding almost insulted. “Come on. It’s Christmas.”

“Eve, remember?” You raised an eyebrow at him as you backed away from the counter before turning to head down the hall towards the elevator, Javi following you like a puppy.

“Where are you going?” he asked, catching up to you with ease thanks to his longer legs. “To the on call room hopefully?”

“To the cafeteria,” you smirked. “I’m hungry.”

“I’m hungry too thanks to that fucking red lipstick you have on.”

“I’m being festive,” you laughed.

“You’re being a tease,” he countered as you reached the elevator, his body coming to stand between you and the metal doors, his eyes locked on your lips. “Come on, baby. Let’s celebrate the holiday.”

“The Lord’s day, you mean?”

“You’re an atheist,” he smiled.

“Not today,” you laughed. “Today I’m a saint.”

“I seem to remember you and I doing some sinning just this morning,” he raised an eyebrow, turning around as he heard the elevator ding.

“What’s in it for me?” you asked in a purr as the two of you stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the ground floor.

“Orgasms,” he said dryly. “A couple of them.”

“Fine, but can we please eat first? I really am hungry,” you pouted your lip out to him, enjoying the shake of his head as he stared at you with dark, impatient eyes.

“You’re killing me.” Javi lifted his hand to fit along the line of your jaw and neck as he leaned in to kiss you unhurriedly, taking his time with his lips moving against yours, the tip of his tongue swiping against yours to tease you before he pulled away and rested his forehead against yours. “How fast can you eat?”

You and Javi kept a watchful eye out as you made your way from the cafeteria, through the surgical department’s lobby, and into the hallway where the resident on call rooms were. Thankfully, given that it was a holiday, most of the nosier personnel had gone home, leaving the two of you to fulfill your sinful, and admittedly unprofessional, desires in peace.

Javi swung the door open to one of the white, clinical dorms with a giddy smile as he guided you in with his hand on the swell of your ass, locking the door behind him.

“Can you believe how long it’s been since we first—“

Javi silenced your nostalgia with a deep, hungry kiss, backing you towards the bed with one hand on your hip and the other splayed out over your jaw. You moaned into it, returning his passion and need tenfold as your hands slid down his chest to the button of his slacks. Javi panted against your lips as he pulled away to rest his forehead against yours, both sets of eyes trained on your hands as they unzipped him and pulled his stiff, angry length out.

“Fuck,” he moaned in a whisper, bringing his lips to your jaw and nipping you there before moving down to your pulse as you swiped your thumb over the precum dribbling from his tip.

“Can I taste you?” you asked, as if you didn’t already know the answer.

“Never have to ask,” he husked, pressing a soft kiss to your collarbone before lifting his head and stepping away from you to shed himself from the confines of his dress shirt and slacks before laying flat on the bottom bunk, his thighs spread slightly to give you room to lay between them.

You could feel yourself salivating at the way his cock laid so heavy and thick across the soft, barely there swell of his stomach, his strong thighs and broad chest only adding fuel to the fire burning inside of you. Stripping out of your scrubs, you let them pool on the floor before crawling between his thighs on the tiny twin-sized mattress, your fist wrapping around the base of him to give him an experimental tug. Javi groaned, just loud enough for you to hear, and bucked his hips up towards your teasing smile, the red on your lips now smudged.

“Come on, baby,” he urged, a smile of his own finding its way onto his face. “Taste me.”

“What if I want to tease you?” you purred, stroking your fist up slowly, swiping your thumb over his frenulum just to feel his cock twitch, and then gliding your hand back down to his base.

“I gotta be Santa in thirty minutes,” he reminded, biting his lip as you repeated your teasing strokes. “Please, baby.”

“Since you asked so nicely,” you smirked, lowering your lips to his thick head, kissing it before wrapping them around his girth. Javi sighed in relief, his eyes fluttering shut for a second before he regained his composure and opened them to watch you slowly take just his head in and out.

“Fuck, feels so good,” he praised, one hand gripping the cheap sheets while the other cradled your jaw, gently urging you to go deeper. “Those fucking lips…always teasing me.”

You smiled, pulling off of him to lick a stripe up the underside of his length, relishing in the deep, rumbling groan you pulled from him and the contrasting tenderness in the touch of his thumb as it stroked over your cheek.

Taking him in again, you worked yourself down his impressive length until you were kissing your fist wrapped around him. Your mouth and hand worked together, sucking and squeezing him up and down, over and over, until you could feel him start to swell and throb on your tongue.

“Baby, fuck,” he moaned as he warned, “You gotta stop or else I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum in my mouth,” you purred, lifting off of him to stroke him with your fist, the slick squelch of your skin against him filling the room. Javi’s eyes closed as you continued to work him, bringing your lips back onto him to help him reach the finish line.

“Shit, fuck,” he swore, keeping his voice to a whisper, though it looked like it was taking everything in him to not shout out his praise. “Baby, fuck. I’m—god. Fuck, I’m cumming.”

You moaned as you swallowed down everything he had to give you, even going as far as licking up whatever spilled out off his cock and thighs before sucking each of your fingers clean. Javi looked wrecked at the sight, his hands resting on both sides of your face to tug you up to meet him for a sloppy kiss, neither of you caring much about the messiness of it.

“Lay down, it’s your turn,” he husked after finally coming back to earth.

“We don’t have enough time,” you said, kissing his cheek before standing up. “You can repay me when we’re home in a few hours.”

“Baby,” he pouted with round, begging eyes.

“I promise you’ll get the chance to repay me later,” you assured, bending down to kiss his lips. “You need to get cleaned up if you’re going to be Santa.”

“We’re fucking at my dad’s house tonight, I don’t care,” he said, grunting as he stood up and walked over to the tiny en-suite. “That was so fucking hot, bebita.”

You grinned, coming up behind him and hugging his back.

“You’re telling me if this whole surgery thing doesn’t work out, I have a fallback plan?” you joked, kissing his shoulder before heading back into the room to grab both of your clothes off the floor.

“No, that’s a talent of yours you’re only allowed to show me,” he smiled, his freshly clean hands taking his clothes from your hands as he stepped out of the way to let you wash up. “You gonna help me out? Be my Mrs. Claus?”

“Yeah, I’ll help you. Are you gonna be carrying a sack of gifts?”

“Yeah, the Chief has the whole fucking costume in his office,” he chuckled. “Even got one you can wear.”

“Do I have to?” you laughed, drying your hands off before tugging your scrubs back on.

“I’d very much enjoy it if you did,” he grinned, his eyes taking over your freshly re-clothed form.

“Well since it’s Christmas,” you grinned back. “Can we take them home with us?”

“Fuck, I hope so.”

After a thorough brushing of your teeth and squeezing yourself into the ridiculous red velvet dress that Javi handed you, you were out of the locker room and pouting your way over to Javi who stood in the hall waiting in his full Santa garb, a white beard and all.

“Ho, ho, ho,” Javi bellowed dramatically, earning a laugh from you as you stood in front of him tugging at the furry white hem of your dress. “Have you been a good girl this year?”

“Shut up,” you laughed again, swatting the pillow he’d stuffed into his red coat to give himself a belly. “You know I haven’t.”

“I’ll make an exception for you,” he winked. “Since I talked you into most of it.”

“Does Santa get to be naughty? Who makes sure you’re being nice, huh?” you purred, fixing his hat.

“You do a good job of keeping me in check,” he said, his eyes traveling down your frame. “But I think you like me better when I’m a little naughty.”

“How many Christmas jokes are we gonna make?” you giggled, reaching for the velvet sack of toys on the ground beside him.

“Don’t grab my sack,” Javi playfully scolded, earning an eye roll. “But seriously, it’s fucking heavy.”

“Well, Santa, you can grab your own sack, then.”

After a handful more of Javi’s sack jokes, the two of you, along with Mickey wearing an elf hat, found yourselves in the children’s surgical unit, slowly making your rounds visiting each room and allowing the kids to pick out a toy of their choice.

You couldn’t deny that the sight of Javi being so playful and sweet with the kids made you imagine him with a child of his own, but it didn’t make you feel any different about not wanting to carry a baby of your own. Javi understood and respected this, though you knew a part of him secretly hoped you’d change your mind down the road, but there was simply no part of pregnancy or birth that appealed to you yet.

“Alright,” Javi sighed, plopping down in one of the chairs at the empty nurses station. “Let’s take these stupid costumes off and head home?”

“I thought we were bringing them home?” you smirked.

“I’m so sweaty in this shit right now, I think this thing should be burned,” he chuckled and stood up, pecking your temple. “I’m gonna go change, meet you in the lobby?”

“I’ll be right down, Mr. Claus.”

After getting home from your shifts at midnight on Christmas, a thorough fucking from Javi, in which he insisted he go down on you for a solid hour, and a good six hours of sleep, the two of you were up and running around the house gathering everything you needed for the night you were going to be spending in Laredo. Javi had just finished packing up the last of the gifts into the trunk of your car when he came in and spotted you posing McCartney by the Christmas tree, a polaroid camera pressed to your eye.

“Smile,” you chimed to the dog, swearing that he actually did it.

“Let me take one of the two of you,” Javi spoke from over your shoulder, his hands resting on your hips.

You smiled and whispered an okay before going over to sit with McCartney in front of the tree, it’s brightly colored lights and ornaments you and Javi bought together for the first year ever making you feel warm and happy in the kind of way that you hadn’t experienced since you were a little girl.

“Alright, on the count of three,” Javi said, holding the camera up to his eye with one hand while the other fumbled around in his pocket for something. “One…two…”

As you went to smile for the camera, Javi pulled a black velvet box out of his pocket and snapped a picture of your smile turning into shock, your jaw dropping.

“Marry me?” Javi asked, dropping to one knee and setting the camera aside to open the box, the glimmer of the lights of the tree behind you shining on the ring.

“Oh my god,” you chuckled through the tears that gathered in your eyes, your hand lifting to your mouth in shock. Javi started to get choked up too as you crawled over to meet him, the two of you kneeling on the floor together.

“I love the shit out of you,” he said your name. “You’ve made me a better man, even when I wasn’t sure it was possible. Just knowing you has changed me to my core for the better. I can’t imagine not waking up to you every morning, not chasing you around the hospital, not going to bed beside you with this ball of fur at our fucking feet every night. You are my best friend and the love of my life. I’m sorry it took so fucking long to do this, but…will you marry me and make me the ‘lucky’ one?”

Your tears were now freely flowing down your cheeks, something between a laugh and a sob ripping from your chest as you nodded at him and wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him harder than you ever had before.

“Fuck yeah, I’ll marry you,” you giggled as you pulled back to look into his tear-soaked eyes. “How long have you been planning this?”

“I didn’t,” he admitted with a chuckle, his hand shaking as he lifted the ring out of the box and slipped it onto your finger. “Just seeing you in here telling the dog to smile for the camera…I couldn’t wait any longer.”

“It’s beautiful, Javi,” you cooed, eyes locked on the emerald cut diamond on your finger that looked like it cost more than your car. “The diamond is huge.”

“Well, after Dick Mann stole my idea, I figured I had to go big or go home,” he chuckled, watching you carefully to gauge your reaction. “If I went overboard, we can—“

“No.” You shook your head and lifted your eyes to meet his, a cheesy grin spreading across your face. “It’s so perfect I’m going to cry every time I look at it.”

“Yeah?” he beamed, his nerves seeming to calm at the sight of your wide smile and eager nod.

“Yeah. I love it, and I love you,” you croaked, a new batch of tears filling your eyes. “Can I see the picture you took?”

Javi reached for the now-developed polaroid, holding it up so that both of you could look at it, laughter filling the room at the sight of your look of pure shock.

“This is going with us to your dad’s,” you said, standing up to tuck the picture in your purse.

“He might cry,” Javi laughed, standing up. “I don’t think he ever thought the day would come.”

“You didn’t tell him you were gonna propose?”

“No,” Javi shook his head as he unplugged the lights on the tree before joining you and McCartney in the entryway. “He’s bad with secrets, he would’ve just told you.”

“Well, it’s going to be a very teary Christmas for the three of us, I think,” you smiled, looking down at your ring while Javi placed McCartney’s leash around his neck and did a double check for anything he might’ve forgotten. “I can’t believe we’re getting married. Who would’ve thought?”

“Definitely not us,” Javi laughed. “My dad said he knew from the minute he first met you.”

“Your dad didn’t like me then,” you said.

“No, but he knew I loved you. Even before I did.”

You poked your lip out and slipped your hands around his waist, hugging him close, your head nestling against his chest. McCartney joined in on the love, jumping up to rest his paws on both of your hips as Javi hugged you back, kissing the crown of your head.

“I love you, Lucky. More than anything.”

“I love you, Javi. More than everything.”

[embodyingchaos]

hello, divine person, sorry if I bothered you a lot, but I'm dying for rodrick and you/n pregnant, could you make a headcanon of rodrick before and after the pregnancy and all this please

❥ hiii! of course, i can! im so sorry this is late!

rodrick heffley before & after pregnancy headcanons warnings: pregnancy stuff, gn but afab reader

OKOK SO, rodrick before the pregnancy would include a lot, and i mean A LOT of panicking

he’d be like “oh my god, a baby? what are those? wait no… HOW DO YOU TAKE CARE OF THOSE THINGS?!?!?!?” and it would take him some time but he will eventually be used to it

he’d constantly ask you if you need anything or if you need him to do anything for you, you need the tv remote? he’ll grab it for you! you want chips? he’ll grab it for you! you want something that requires him to drive halfway across town? he’ll grab it for you!

he reads as much as he can about how to handle pregnancies and he even takes up a few actual jobs just to support you even if your parents were okay with your pregnancy and were paying for the hospital bills and stuff

rodrick would also never allow you to do things on your own, and its sweet! but it gets really annoying really fast

after the pregnancy, rodrick is definitely not getting enough sleep

every single time your baby would cry, he’d take care of it, i mean it is the least he could do after you literally pushed your child out of your vagina, which he wouldn’t have known was gonna happen if he hadn’t read up on those birthing guides(he thought babies were delivered by storks)

he would love you guys’ kid to little bits and pieces, getting the worst baby fever ever and would just want to constantly be with the little baby

rodrick would also already have planned where he’d take you guys’ kid to, LIKE THE WATER PARK AND THE ZOO AND CHUCK E CHEESE AND ALL THAT ADORABLE FAMILY ASS BULLCRAP AND ITS JUST SO HEART WARMING AND ADORABLE

you couldn’t ask for a better father for your child

[coffeeghoulie]

Could I please request some Raindrop? Any hurt/comfort thoughts you have (or just anything, I'm not fussy 😊) Thanks!! 🦕

Took me a while to come up with what I wanted to do for this one, so a Raindrop sickfic it is! Hope you enjoy!

All Dew knows is that it's late when something wakes him up with a shove. His room is dark, and there's a warm body next to him, where Rain had curled up to him when they had gone to bed several hours before. Dew's eyes snap open wide. Rain's skin should be cool against him as a cold-blooded water ghoul, not warm like this.

He sits up, leaning over Rain to pull the cord on the lamp on their nightstand, casting their room with a soft golden light. Dew sucks a breath in through his teeth as he looks down at his pearl.

Rain's skin is sallow and sheened with sweat, and his hair is plastered to his forehead. Worst of all, Dew can see the way his eyes dart back and forth under his thin eyelids, mumbling frantically to himself as he thrashes, kicking Dew in the side. Rain's eyes shoot open as Dew turns the light on, gasping and sputtering as he buries his face in his hands.

"Rainy, baby, what's goin' on?" Dew asks, pushing his sweaty dark hair off of his forehead. He hisses under his breath as he feels just how warm Rain's forehead is. It's nowhere near as hot as Dew's skin, but Dew knows the feel of Rain, normally cool enough to be chilly against his fire. "You not feeling good?"

Rain whimpers, drawing his legs up to his chest and holding them tight. His eyes are glassy, and he turns towards the sound of Dew's voice but looks right through him. He looks so small, especially with the way his "borrowed" sleep shirt hangs off of his long limbs.

Dew keeps carding his claws gently through Rain's tangled hair, trying to keep himself calm. He can't help if he's not calm. "Froggy, you're burning up, sweetheart," Dew whispers, trying to remember how Aether and Mountain kept him cool in those early days, when the fire threatened to consume him whole. "Gotta, we gotta break it, Rainy," he says, starting to clamber out of bed.

Rain keens, reaching out for Dew with surprising speed. "Don' go, don' leave me again," he whines, still not entirely present. He sniffles, and Dew swallows hard as Rain starts to cry. Dew curses under his breath as he realizes that Rain's sick enough he's having nightmares induced by the fever.

He's no Aether, no Mountain, no Omega. He's not good at other people's emotions. But he has to try. "Not goin' anywhere, froggy," Dew says softly, trying to extricate himself from Rain's clammy hands. "It's okay, Rainy. You're just sick, I'm not leaving you. Just want to get you in the shower, see if that doesn't make you feel better."

Rain looks up at him, eyes wet and shiny, before burying his face in Dew's stomach, clutching the fire ghoul to him as tight as he can with tired limbs. He sobs, and Dew feels his heart break a little, feeling overwhelmed and out of his league.

All he can do is murmur soft things, the words he thinks he remembers Aeth telling him, and keep carding his claws through Rain's mussed hair. "I've got you, froggy, I promise I'm not going anywhere. I know you don't feel good, froggy, let me help you feel better, okay?" He keeps rambling, all of the soft things that come to his mind.

Eventually, Rain's tears slow. He sniffles, wiping his snot and tears on Dew's shirt (he doesn't mind at all. And if he did, it isn't even his, it's one he stole from Swiss, so no skin off of his back). He keens, but he nods slowly, and Dew crouches down to kiss him on the forehead.

"You wanna take a shower, pearl?" he asks, voice as gentle as he can make it. "Bet you feel like you're burning up, huh?"

"Yeah," Rain whispers, voice hoarse from crying. "Dewey, please."

Dew doesn't say anything, just nods and helps him up, slings one of his arms over his shoulders as he leads him to the bathroom. He coaxes Rain to sit down on the toilet lid, keeping the water ghoul in his line of sight as he checks the temperature on the shower. It's all frigid to him, but it's just cooler than Rain's temperature, so it shouldn't send him into shock.

Out of the corner of his eye, Dew watches Rain sway slightly back and forth, head drooping and then jolting back up as he tries to stay awake. "You still with me, pearl?" Dew asks, stripping out of Swiss's shirt and grabbing two towels from the closet.

Rain looks up, eyes still glassy. "Mhmm," he hums, reaching out for him.

Dew smiles, softer than he'll ever admit, and helps Rain to his feet, pulling Mountain's shirt and boxers from his sweat soaked form and leading him into the shower.

Rain hisses as the lukewarm water hits him, gills flaring as his element reacts. Dew grits his teeth as the water, frigid to him, splashes against his chest and arms as he holds Rain upright. Slowly, eventually, Rain relaxes slightly, and Dew can feel his temperature drop, the fever starting to break.

"How you feeling, pearl?" Dew asks, fighting to keep his teeth from chattering. Rain tilts his head back, resting it on Dew's shoulder.

Rain yawns a little, rubbing his cheek against Dew's neck, the stubble scraping a little. "Wanna go back to bed," he whispers, barely audible over the rushing water if it weren't for his mouth right by Dew's ear. "Don't feel good."

Dew's brow furrows. "Do you feel better now than when you did when you woke up?"

Rain thinks for a moment. "Don't really remember waking up," Rain admits, starting to sway on his feet. Dew wraps his arms around his froggy's waist, keeping him upright with deceptive strength. "Only really remember being in the bathroom."

"The tile was cold," Dew murmurs. "Probably was enough of a shock to get you conscious." He reaches up, feeling at Rain's forehead. The fever hasn't broken, at least not completely, but he's cool enough that Dew feels confident enough to shut off the water. He wraps Rain up in the largest, fluffiest towel they own, before drying himself off quickly, leading them both back to their bed. "Here's the plan, froggy. We go back to bed, and in the morning, when Mountain and Aeth get back, I make you a nice big mug of tea and we sweettalk Aeth into giving you some quintessence. That sound like a deal?"

Rain nods as Dew helps him put on fresh pajamas. "Sounds good, Dewey."

He situates himself in bed on his back, pulling Rain flush against his side, Rain's face against his bare chest. Better to monitor his temperature, Dew reminds himself of something Aether told him. He cards his fingers through Rain's damp hair. "Go to sleep, Rainy. I'll be right here when you wake up."

[deepdarkdelights]

Milliseconds (2) | 10 Series Drabbles

Fic Type: Drabble

Word Count: ~3k

Series: 10 Seconds 

Takes place almost directly after the end of the series (part 5). 

Summary: The MC has a sudden snap to clarity after hearing about the miraculous escape of another woman who was in a similar position as herself. 

Warnings: 18+, Yandere, Kidnapping, Stalking, Anxiety Symptoms, Fear, Mentions of Drugging, Jungkook has baby fever, MC rationalizing toxic and harmful behavior

A/N: Hello! So the votes spoke very loud and clear that you all wanted a 10 Series Drabble! I have been thinking about writing a scenario like this one and I am pretty happy with it so I hope that you guys are too. I believe an anon did give me this idea (updated credit below 12/8) The Jin fic is taking me such a long time and I really wanted to post something as a treat for all of you before finals week - I hope this delivers on that! I love you all and I can’t wait to see your reactions in the comments and my inbox 💜💜💜

Prompt Credit: @mochi13

Drabble (1) 

It felt like you had been living in a dream state for the longest time now. 

Every thought, every memory was cloudy with a dreamy haze and tinted in shades of rose. The best way to explain it was that you were operating almost entirely on autopilot, especially when Jungkook wasn’t home.

But even in those moments when you were together, you never felt total clarity. Your relationship felt like a dream as well - the stuff of cheap romance novels and teen movies. The very thing that women, and some men alike, craved and dreamt of. No one’s life was meant to be this perfect and that should have been a clue. But the red flags that once waved proudly in front of your face were steeped in shades of gray - you had gone colorblind to his faults. 

And honestly, you could understand how that happened. Ever since the two of you had returned to the city and you had slowly introduced your family back into your life a sense of normalcy had unknowingly descended upon your fragile mind. Those unbearable months of isolation in the woods have become lost, buried in the trenches of your mind. And the way he acted now, how he held you, cherished you, loved you, it was easy to become blinded. 

You had succumbed to your worst fear and you didn’t even know it. 

Even now you melted into his touch. His strong hands settled on your waist as he pulled you back into his chest, his chin coming down to rest upon the slope of your shoulder - notching together like two perfect puzzle pieces. 

“Good morning, baby,” He whispered, his voice low and laden with sleep as he nuzzled further into your skin. 

“Morning,” You mumbled back with a wisp of a smile on your lips, your hands busy with finishing up breakfast. 

Jungkook never asked you to do that for him, in fact, oftentimes he was the one offering to care for you. But months of training from his mother had adhered stronger than you had anticipated. You rose earlier than you used to, your body doing the work for you without your input. It was hard to say if you derived joy from the task, but you knew joy when his pleased smile would spark warmth in your chest. 

Jungkook was far too hesitant to admit he did enjoy it when you did these things, domestic things. He didn’t want to make you think he needed a mother - after all he wanted you, a wife. If he wanted a caretaker he would have stayed with his mother. But god, did he fantasize about you being the mother of his children. He dreamt of those sleepless nights with a newborn baby, the first day of kindergarten, and a home filled with laughter and the quintessential pitter-patter of tiny feet. But he knew he had to wait. After all, you had brought it up first, you were not ready.

He delivered a firm squeeze to your hip, his nose brushing at the column of your throat as he let out a pleased hum. 

“Down boy,” You giggled, halfheartedly slapping his hands away, “You have work, do you really want to piss Yoongi off by being late again?” 

“He’ll be late anyways, you know he doesn’t get much sleep anymore.” He whined before acquiescing and backing off, leaning back against the island counter. 

The subtle hints again. Jungkook came home every day from work gushing about Yoongi’s baby. About how she was already saying words despite you knowing she was definitely just babbling and not comprehending whether she was saying meaningful words or not. He was absolutely enamored by his goddaughter. 

“She has the cutest little shoes,” and “She sat on Yoongi’s lap during the meeting and drooled all over his documents,” and “I got to hold her for an entire hour and she didn’t cry once, I must be a natural.” 

While it was true that Jungkook was a natural at almost anything he tried, you still weren’t giving in to the bait. But when you tried to think about why you didn’t want a child your mind wandered elsewhere and you couldn’t think of a good reason not to. There was some block, some important answer hidden right around the corner but every time you tried to reach out to it, it darted away and stayed just out of reach.

“The quicker you get going the sooner you’ll be home,” You reminded him as you turned the burners on the stove off. 

“I could just take the day off again,” He said with a pout. 

“No, you just took a week off. You’re the CFO Jungkook you know better,” You chided him. 

Jungkook had just taken the week off, declaring the two of you were having a staycation. Said staycation had really just been the two of you redecorating your shared living space, binging dramas, and fucking like rabbits - which had not been your idea but you hadn’t exactly been against it. In fact, you were laid against a few things that week. 

You probably should have made the assumption that he had baby fever sooner. 

But if you needed anything it was for him to go to work, you needed the break, all of you needed the break.  Some parts of you more than others. 

“Fine,” He groaned, “But I deserve a reward.”

“Really and what kind of reward are you thinking of?”

“You.”

“Mhm?”

“On my face.” 

“...Get out of my house Jeon Jungkook!”

“I didn’t hear a no!” He impishly called over his shoulder as he headed for your bedroom, retrieving and dressing in the clothes you had laid out for him the night before. 

You buried your face in your hands as your skin heated up with shame and another feeling you refused to recognize. Jeon Jungkook was going to be the death of you if he didn’t leave that very minute. 

Luckily for you, the rest of your shared morning went by without further incident. The sanctity of your kitchen was unsullied by his frankly ravenous sex drive that certainly had come out of the blue. 

Unlike last week. 

“Baby, where’s my kiss goodbye?” He called from the door after slipping on his shoes. 

And like the good wife that you were, you met him at the door, smoothed down the collar of his shirt and the front of his jacket, and popped up onto your toes to give him a kiss. Jungkook has many traits, but his most prominent one was that he never did anything halfway. But even with this knowledge you were still startled by the touch of his fingers to your jaw and the way he tilted your head, deepening the kiss in a way that was far too much this early in the morning. 

And then he gave you that smirk of his, that mischievous smile with a quirk of one of his dark eyebrows after leaving you absolutely breathless. 

“I love you, I’ll be thinking of you all day. And, don’t forget about my reward,” He said with a playful wiggle of his eyebrows before you were shoving him out the door and slammed it shut behind him. 

By all means, your morning had gone normally, just the way it had for the past few weeks since you had officially moved into the apartment as Jungkook’s wife. You had no inkling or hint of an idea that today would be any different. 

But it was the little things that you hadn’t even thought of that pushed you over the edge. 

Your throat had been a little sore that morning so you decided that you wanted some tea to soothe the ache. So you decided to put the kettle on and in the meantime, you put the TV on for background noise to fill the silence of a too-big apartment without Jungkook. 

You had no way of knowing that a major news story had broken that same morning. 

“After she went missing ten years ago, Cho Minji has finally been found,” The reporter’s voice echoed out from the flat screen. 

“While the story is still progressing we have learned of what happened in her ten years of captivity. Miss Cho had been stalked by an ex-boyfriend for four years after they had broken up and in those four years, he had made extensive plans as to how he was going to hold Miss Cho captive for the rest of their lives. 

Deranged notes expressing his undying love for her were recovered from the home alongside pictures and videos that he collected during their relationship and during Miss Cho’s captivity. Miss Cho claimed that she was held against her will while her captor vehemently disagreed claiming that she came willingly. Evidence suggests that Miss Cho was indeed kidnapped from her childhood home and drugged repeatedly over the duration of her captivity to keep her sedated and agreeable. During this time she planned to gain her captor’s trust and in a ten-year plan, she finally succeeded and escaped - flagging down a passing car and making her way to the authorities. More on this incredible story will come as the case continues to unfold.” 

A horrible, nauseating feeling was churning deep in your gut, one that had you leaning against the back of the couch for support. But the final push was the kettle, a sharp whistle from the kitchen striking you harder than any hit you had ever taken. In seconds you were transported back to that night and in a moment the rose-tinted glass was shattered. 

This wasn’t you. You weren’t some housewife, you and Jungkook weren’t really married, and you weren’t in love. You had fallen for his trap. You and Cho Minji were one and the same, the only difference was that she had much more mental fortitude than you did. She was successful. 

Your body was back to moving on its own, but this time you were running on adrenaline as your brain took the back seat. You were tearing the place apart, grabbing clothes and cash and whatever you could grab and stuffing it all into the first bag you could get your hands on. 

“Hurry, faster, you need to run as far as you can before Jungkook get’s back. Oh god, what would he do if he found you?” Your brain was practically screaming at you, a whirlwind of anxiety and fear sweeping you up as you stumbled out of the door alone for the first time since you had been taken by Jungkook. 

You had no plan as to where you were going to go, only the thought that you needed to flee and you needed to do it now or you would never see another opportunity like this one arise. It was now or never. 

You felt like you were doing something wrong, something that was forbidden or perverted as you rushed through the busy city sidewalks. It was a horrible cocktail of emotions, to be so frightened and confused at the same time. You had become accustomed to life with Jungkook, leaving felt wrong and right at the same time.

But the more you pushed on the more you realized you had nowhere to go. You couldn’t go to your parent's house, that would be the first place that he would check. And your friends, well you didn’t really have friends anymore and even if you did you wouldn’t want to put them in harm's way either. You knew what Jungkook was capable of, hell you had witnessed it firsthand. 

But it was also so unbelievable that hands that could squeeze someone’s life out of them could be so kind, gentle, and caring towards you. This clarity you had been thrust into was so confusing and startling that you felt like a crazed person wandering the streets. 

You were at a loss as to what to do, especially as the adrenaline began to slowly wear off, your body crashing from the sudden influx of hormones.

At the end of the day, you really had nowhere to go, nowhere to go but to him. 

You weren’t sure how far you had made it from the apartment, your feet leading you to a park bench which you collapsed against, dropping your bag to the concrete pathway. 

What was wrong with you? Why weren’t you running for the hills? What the fuck were you doing? 

You sat there, dazed and utterly confused as you anxiously bounced your knee. There were so many thoughts rushing through your head that you were struggling to focus on the task at hand. You needed to make a plan, you needed to figure out what your next move was. The longer you stayed there contemplating the more time you lost to escape. 

Jungkook was very quiet about his friends and his life outside of you, but he had dropped hints before that his “friends” weren’t the greatest people. Of course you had met Taehyung and Jimin and they had no problem revealing their twisted nature to you. And you had met Yoongi on several occasions enough to know that he was just as obsessive as Jungkook was. But there were others, other that both Yoongi and Jungkook were reluctant to talk about, their eyes always shifting to you when the topic would come up - a promise that they would talk later when you weren’t present. 

Even if you decided to leave now, hopped on the nearest bus and rode it to the end of its route, you had no doubt that they would come for you. Taehyung and Jimin would be there without question and you very clearly remembered Jimin’s gleeful threats to you months ago. But the others, the ones that were far more dangerous would certainly join as well and that was a thought that shook you to your very core. 

Your panicked thoughts only became worse as time stretched on, your brain reminding you when Jungkook leaves work and how much time you had left to either leave or go back before he found out you were gone. 

You couldn’t believe you would even think about going back but you were. Jungkook had been good to you hadn’t he? He let you have a relationship with your family again, he had pulled the two of you out of the isolation of the woods, you didn’t have to see his family anymore, and he showered you with unrestricted affection and praise. He loved you didn’t he? He said it every day and never let you forget it. He wasn’t a good person but he wasn’t a bad person either - he too was irrevocably changed and damaged by his horrible family, you couldn’t blame him for that you don’t get to choose what family you’re born into. 

You were wrenched out of your spiraling thoughts but the sudden vibration of your phone. Despite your fear you checked the caller ID anyways and your stomach lurched as his name lit up the screen: Jungkook. 

He had gotten off of work early. 

You watched in fright as the call went to voicemail before he tried again, and again, and again, and again. The calls never stopped, one after the other they rolled in like a stubborn storm. 

You were really screwed now, he was home and he knew that you were gone. The frantic mess you had left behind had to have told him enough - that you had grabbed what you could and fled. So now you had to make a choice - run with nowhere to go, or return back to the eyes of the hurricane. You knew what Jungkook was like when he was angry - it was a deadly type of calm that was a precursor to unbridled rage. 

Your hands shook as you tapped your voicemail, whatever was there would help you make your decision. 

There was static for a moment, and then his voice. 

“Baby? Where are you? Call me back right away, okay?” He was surprisingly calm but there was a touch of fear to his words. 

“This isn’t funny, please just answer your phone, I need to know that you’re safe or I’m going to go crazy, please just call me.” 

Each message became more and more desperate until you got to the most recent one. This one was by far the worst. You could hear him crying and struggling to breathe and even dry heaving like he was so distraught he was going to empty his stomach. 

“Please tell me where you are, please baby I’m begging you, I can’t live without you I need you,” He was sobbing hysterically into the phone, “Please come home, please don’t leave me here alone,” 

In your time with Jungkook you had come to learn something about yourself, you couldn’t stand to hear or see him cry. It broke you down in a way that was indescribable. It always took you back to those days where he was broken and despondent after his father had died. Those days where he needed you to care for him because no one else could. You understood what crushing loneliness felt like and you were empathetic to him to a fault. 

Before you realized you were doing it, you were back at the front door - the skin of your cheeks tight from dried tears you had shed when you realized several uncomfortable truths. 

You had nowhere to run to

You didn’t have the strength to leave him

You were in love with him, your kidnapper

Just like Jungkook couldn’t live without you, you could no longer live without him. He had infected you with love, the roots of his carnal desire burrowing deep under your skin and penetrating your heart. 

You had delivered a single knock to the door before it was ripped open - he had been waiting there that entire time. He had given you the chance to return on your own before he had sent them out to find you. 

A choked sob parted his pretty lips before he pulled you into a crushing embrace, collapsing onto the floor with you in his lap. The skin around his eyes and nose were pink, his cheeks glistening with tears as he pressed desperate kisses to your forehead and cheeks, his hand running over your hair like you were his long lost lover returned. 

“Why did you leave me?” He whimpered, sniffling as he attempted to stop his tears. 

You knew you couldn’t tell him the truth so you did what you had learned to do best, you lied. 

“I’m so sorry, Kook. My mother called and said it was an emergency, I didn’t even think I just grabbed what I could and left but I was coming back.” You calmly explained, cupping his cheeks tenderly and wiping away his tears. 

“I thought you were gone, I thought you weren’t coming back. I don’t want to be alone, I can’t be alone,” His words rushed out, like he couldn’t hold himself together and needed to say everything he could before he collapsed. 

“I’m not leaving you, Kook. I love you.” 

“Promise me you’ll never leave me, please I need to hear you say it,” He begged, pressing his forehead against your own. 

There was a beat of silence before you spoke, your mind trying to warn you one last time not to make a stupid decision. But in the end, the heart tends to triumph. 

“I promise, I’ll never leave you.”

You weren’t Cho Minji, you had no incredible story to tell and nowhere to escape to. 

You weren’t Cho Minji, you were in love. 

Want to read the main series? Click here to read part one!

[delphiealmond]

A Fallen Apple From The Apple Tree

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Pairing ➸ Lucifer Morningstar x Alastor

Synopsis ➸ Lucifer Morningstar believed that Heaven was a sanctuary, the best place for a soul to be in. Growing up with his brothers was the easy part, until God summoned him and his older brother Michael to guard over the portal between realms. Slowly, Lucifer begins to see how frightful Heaven really was. Sought out to defend the sinners of Hell, tragedy strikes among the Archangels. But a familiar face makes Lucifer think that maybe defending his opinion wasn't the worst idea he could've had. Does this familiar face bring him peace? Or does Lucifer end up getting stuck in another twisting cycle of lies and betrayals?

Warnings ➸ None for this chapter

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Chapter Six : Twelve Years Later (4.0k)

The soft blankets offered nothing but pure comfort. The warmth of the pillow under his head made sleep like a welcoming dream that he didn’t want to wake from. The sounds outside the window, gentle and soft, a silent lull in the room. 

He dreamed. Big and beautiful dreams that could only happen through sleep. Things that could be created, could be named. Plants that grew tall and strong. Greenery etched into the crevices of each corner. A beautiful gold creature, feathers as soft as silk. Eyes that looked around the green world with curiosity, wonder and hope. Wings that spanned larger than a bed frame. A creature so beautiful, yet so far from his touch. 

In dreams, his magic held no limit. No one told him how to use it. No one can stop him from creating the most spectacular and beautiful beings. Things he only wished he could create for Earth. Things he only wished he could touch. 

Earth was beautiful, magnificent. Yet, so far from his reach. A fever dream that he wished he could live. But only has ever seen it in his dreams. Dreams hold his power. Dreams hold his magic. Dreams hold his hope. 

“Lucifer,” 

He was shaken awake, a loud groan coming from him as he pulled the blanket over his face. The day's light broke through the curtains Michael had pulled wide open, pulling Lucifer away from the one thing he wished could come true. 

“Come on, we gotta go.” Michael complained, pulling the blanket away from Lucifer’s head. “Father’s not gonna be happy with us if we’re late.” He said, heading around the bed as he pulled open the drawer. 

“Don’t go through my clothes,” Lucifer muttered, sitting up. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he looked over at his older brother. He was already dressed, his hair pushed back, styled as if he had an important business meeting to attend. 

Lucifer couldn't help but chuckle. 

“You look stupid.” He commented. 

“What?” Michael turned to him, a small frown on face. “Look at yourself, sleeping beauty.” He teased, throwing a set of white, blue and gold clothes onto the bed. “Get up, we gotta leave in 10.” He said, before leaving his bedroom. 

Yawning, Lucifer stretched from his bed. He reorganized his plush collection of ducks as he pulled himself out of bed. He slicked his own hair back, getting dressed in the outfit Michael had picked for him. 

He looked at himself in the mirror and smiled. He looked very well dressed for a day that was so important to Heaven. 

Heading down the hallway, towards the kitchen, he could hear all of his brothers chatting, arguing, laughing about what to have for a quick breakfast. Their father, already left to meet the elder angels. 

“Luci,” Gabriel stood from his spot as he grabbed his hand. “What should we have? I mean, Uri wants cereal, but that’s so boring and basic.” He complained. Lucifer couldn’t help but laugh, following his younger brother. 

Each of them had grown, no longer little kids. No longer babies, but to Lucifer each one of them, aside from Michael, will always be his baby brothers. 

“It’s not boring to want Cereal.” Uriel frowned, leaning against the table. “Besides, father says it’s the most important meal of the day.” 

“Not for cereal,” Joel added. “Why not bacon??”

“We don’t have time for bacon.” Michael said, tossing a few granola bars, rice crispy squares and cookies onto the table. “We’ll have this, and by intermission we’ll get some real food.”

“Cookies!!” Raphael was quick to reach over, grabbing a handful of cookies for his own breakfast. 

“Really, Michael..?” Lucifer pondered, watching as the oldest just rolled his eyes. 

“We really don’t have time.”

“Just because you waited for me?” Lucifer placed a hand on his chest. “I’m touched.”

“Not just because of you,” Gabriel laughed. “Joel took a while to get out of bed too.”

“C’mon, don’t tell him that..” Joel frowned, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“Come on, grab something and let’s go.” Michael gently clapped, hoping to move the boys along. Among the six of them, they gathered the food he placed on the table and headed towards the front door. Getting shoes on, making sure their outfits are fit for the day, or maybe even checking their wings. 

Before they knew it, they were heading down to the courts. Winners greeted them on the streets, smiling and waving at them as they, too, headed down to the courts. Heavenborns flew above them, gathering supplies for the big day. Banners, flowers, lights. Yet they were small, their hands could hold plenty. 

Yet the angel army, the exterminators, stood guard over the courts. Masks on and angelic weapons wielded, Lucifer didn’t quite know why they had to be stationed at all. It wasn’t like Hell was going to ruin such a day. They wouldn’t even make it past the pearl gates in the first place. 

The main hall was huge. Bright golds and blue lined the walls in art. A purple mosaic display on the ceiling that portrayed the importance of the day. Winners were dressed in their best apparel, while Heavenborns finished up the last decorating touches. It was a beautiful place, full of love, life and magic. 

“There are the boys!!” St. Peter landed in front of them, greeting all six. “You are just in time to be seated!!” He clapped. “Come along, come along.”

“St. Peter, are you going to be here for today?” Joel asked, throwing his hands in his pockets as the group of them followed the angel. 

“Only for a little bit and then I have to return to the gates,” Peter looked at him. “But I’ll be here for the best part.” He pulled open a door that rested on the right side of the main hall. “Up you go!” He smiled. 

As the brothers headed up the steps, going to their seats in the courtroom, Lucifer hesitated. He glanced at St. Peter, who waved at each brother as they left. But a question lingered in his mind. 

“St. Peter?” He put his hands in front of him, lingering behind the rest of them. 

“Lucifer?” Peter looked at him, a bright smile on his face. Almost, a little too unreal. 

“Why do we have the angelic army stationed today…? Are we expecting something..?”

“Oh..!” St. Peter glanced past Lucifer. He watched winners walk around, finding their way through the building. “Um, we’re not expecting anything, but it’s a big day so we have to keep this building safe!” 

Lucifer frowned, but gave a small nod. 

“Be careful on your duties today,” Lucifer then smiled, bowing his head to the elder angel. Peter thanked him, bowed his head back and closed the door behind him. Lucifer looked up the stairs, seeing Michael standing there. His arms were crossed over his chest, an eyebrow raised as he gestured. 

“Come on,”

“Sorry, sorry.” Lucifer smiled, heading up the steps. Approaching the private box, fit for the six brothers, Lucifer peered over the edge. 

The room was flooded with winners, angels, Heavenborns and more. The golden benches filled the courtroom, the white walls draped in soft blue and purple tapestries; the colours of the Seraphims. In the bleachers, the elder angels sat together, talking amongst each other, and sat above them, his own private box that overlooked the entire courtroom, their father sat next to Sera. Watching carefully as the room bloomed to life with the pure happiness and joy of the day. 

“Wow…” Lucifer muttered. Michael joined at his side, leaning against the railing of the private box. He looked out at all of the souls. 

“This isn’t even a quarter of them, Luci.” Michael spoke. “But they came here today to watch the ceremony. And some are even watching from home, on the TV.” He explained. 

“It’s crazy to think that millions of souls are gonna be watching right now.” Lucifer spoke, sticking his hand out to feel the warmth of the sun that broke through the windows. 

“Yep,” Michael gently nudged him. “Are you ready for your part?” 

“Are you really asking me that?” Lucifer smiled at him, pulling out a little toy duck from his pocket. It was small, cute. It had soft blue eyes and purple-grey hair. A four point flower sat against its chest, a soft purple. 

“It looks just like her..” Michael muttered. “You’re getting really good at that.” 

Lucifer smiled, shrugging his shoulders as he placed the little duck back into his pocket. 

“It’s just a talent,” He smiled. 

“Keep it up,” Michael patted his back. “Maybe one day father will let you create something for Earth.” He said, before heading over to his seat. 

Lucifer’s blue eyes widened with hope. He would do anything to have the chance to create anything for Earth. Whether it be a sea-creature, a plant, or a land mammal. He wanted to do so much for Earth, he had such dreams for Earth and just maybe one day he could show the world his ideas. 

Trumpets began to bellow, as Lucifer rushed back over to his seat. He patted down his shirt as he sat down between Michael and Gabriel, excitement blooming off of him. 

The melody was loud, but beautiful. Reminded Lucifer of the hope the Seraphims bring to Heaven. Souls all around clapped and cheered, echoing through the courtroom. It was nearly magical. 

God stood from his spot, raising his hands as the crowd began to silence. The trumpets finished their song, as silence lingered in the air. 

“Good morning and Happy Furtherance Day!” He spoke, his voice booming and dancing against the walls. The crowd clapped, showing gratitude for such a day. 

“Heaven was created to welcome souls who had done good. For souls who practiced forgiveness and freedom. Since the day Heaven was created, souls have been welcomed at the pearl gates with open arms and a warm home. But what is Heaven, without its people? The people who have helped me carve a path through the darkness, helped me bring life to Earth.” God began, his arms wide open as he spoke. 

Lucifer watched in awe, listening to his fathers words. 

“For some, Heaven was your birthplace. Your home. For others, Heaven is a welcoming embrace. A warm hug that brings you to a beautiful place that you wished and prayed upon. Though some had doubted its existence, we still welcomed you with a smile. If you're in Heaven, you were the purest of souls on Earth.” God continued. 

The elder angels nodded, agreeing to God’s words, while winners sat on the gold benches, nodding and cheering along to their preacher. 

“And today is a day unlike no other!” God placed a hand over his chest. “Furtherance Day happens once every twenty thousand years. We’ve welcomed new souls to Heaven every day, and today we welcome a new soul to our Hierarchy!” The crowd clapped, cheering along. 

Lucifer couldn’t help but join in. He smiled, clapping along with the crowd as his brothers joined in. It was a day of celebration, a day not to be forgotten. 

“For years, we’ve had only one Seraphim.” God spoke, raising a hand as the crowd began to silence. “Sera has welcomed over thousands of souls into Heaven with the help of St. Peter. She has helped the court rulings, and played a most important part in my son's lives.” He gestured over to the brother’s private box. 

Immediately, the brothers stood, bowing their heads to God and their Aunt Sera. 

“Without her, I’m not sure what I would do. Sera, you have played such an important role to Heaven,” He turned to her, gently taking one of her hands. “I thank you for being a part of this hierarchy. And I welcome you to take the stand.” 

Sera smiled at him as she stood from her seat. 

“Thank you, Sir.” She turned his attention to the crowd. To the brothers. “There have been times in the entire existence of Heaven where things just might not go the way it’s planned. But, as God would say, every soul has a fault, and it’s only brought to Heaven after forgiveness. I have spent my entire existence, as the High Seraphim of Heaven, to welcome new souls, help those become accustomed to the new life lived up here in the clouds. I have watched all six Archangels grow from babies, to strong, handsome men.” She looked over to their private box and couldn’t help but smile. 

“I have made some wrongs, that is true.” SHe looked out at the crowd. “But without God by my side, I would not have been able to overcome them. As today's celebration begins, I want each of you to remember who you are. Where you came from. Remember what brought you to Heaven, as we welcome a new angel to our stands.” She said, placing her hands over her heart. 

“I wish upon each soul, in all of Heaven, to celebrate this momentous day. Happiness and joy, and a light show later this evening. Bond with each other, and reminisce how beautiful a day it was the day you arrived.” She took a long deep breath, a smile on her face. 

“As Furtherance Day continues, I hope you welcome this new angel to our hierarchy with warm, open hearts.” The crowd clapped, cheered and even stood from their seats. 

Lucifer smiled, watching how the souls reached to her words. One day, they might just do the same for him. A beautiful sight, and a beautiful sound that rang in his ears as Sera and God sat back down, beginning to discuss with each other the next steps of the day. 

“Is it gonna last the full day…?” Uriel asked, leaning over to Gabriel. Gabriel laughed, gently nudging his elbow into the brunette’s side. 

“It’s Furtherance Day, of course it’s gonna last the full day.”

“For one angel?” Uriel asked, a small frown on his face. “I have other stuff to do…”

“Like what?” Michael asked, leaning back as he spotted the two chatting. 

“Um, practicing my magic..?” Raph and Joel have to as well, right?” Uriel turned to his brothers. 

Raphael sat there, a granola bar in his hand as he munched away on the snack. Joel on the other hand, was peering down at the crowd from the private box. Winners got up from their seats as they talked about the excitement that lingered in the air. 

“Well that doesn’t help…” Uriel muttered. 

Michael laughed. 

“Relax, it only goes until nightfall.” 

“How do you know?” Lucifer asked, looking at his older brother. Michael raised an eyebrow. 

“You didn’t read the book, did you…?” He asked. Lucifer pouted his lips, thinking for a moment before a smile crept up on his face. He shamelessly shook his head, sinking in his seat. 

“I didn’t have time to…” He muttered. 

Michael sighed with a smile on his face. 

“What am I gonna do with you?” He gently punched Lucifer’s arm. “What am I gonna do with all of you?” He looked at the brothers, who now were off in their own little world as the courts came to a break. 

Lucifer chuckled, standing from his spot. 

“I’ll be back.”

“Before the ceremony continues, please?” Michael said, holding out a hand. Lucifer gently took it, squeezing it. 

“Before it continues, promise.” He winked at him, before he left, his hand slipping away from Michael’s as he left the private box. 

“How come he gets to leave and we have to stay here?” Gabriel frowned. 

“Come on,” Michael messed up his hair. “Don’t be like that.” 

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Standing in the main hall, Lucifer couldn’t believe how many souls were wandering around. Chatting with each other, blooming with excitement of the day. There were whispers as he wandered, souls wondering who the next angel was. If they knew them personally. Some even stopped Lucifer and asked him if he was next in line. Sadly, he was far from it. He accepted that fate when he was almost ten years old. 

Lucifer wasn’t going to stand in one of those elder angel’s stands. He wasn’t going to wistfully grant new angels access to the hierarchy. He was second in line to his father, but before that there was a long list of angels who stood before him. 

Michael pushing his dreams forward always put a smile on his face though. Ever since he was a young boy. Yes, Michael had grown up since they were boys, but he was still able to make Lucifer smile. 

Wandering through the crowds of souls, Lucifer found the back door to the elder angel’s private boxes. He knew he shouldn’t sneak in, but he was after one soul and one soul only. Stealing glances around him, he pulled the door open and snuck in. three sets of stairs leading upwards forced him still. Two led right to the Elder Angel's private boxes. The other led to his father’s and Sera’s. Yet, he couldn’t see the soul he was searching for. 

A small frown appeared on his face as he spun around, pulling the door open to be met with gentle blue eyes. She stood shorter than him, but her smile beamed with joy when she saw him. Her hair was done up in a braid, so as to not get in the way of her wings for the ceremony. 

“Lucifer!” She cheered, before throwing her arms around him in a big hug. He laughed, hugging her back. 

“Emily,” 

“What are you doing here?” She grabbed his arms, peering past him. The Elder Angel’s hadn’t noticed him which was a relief. 

“I didn’t want to wait until after the ceremony to see you.” Lucifer smiled. Emily beamed bright, as bright as him. Perhaps that’s why the two of them got along so well. 

“You didn’t have to sneak in here…” She said, tilting her head to the side. 

“It’s fine, I’ve always wanted to see what it looks like in there anyways.” he stepped out of the way, the door closing behind him. “Are you ready?”

“I’m nervous…” She admitted, rubbing her arm. “What if… things don’t go as smoothly as we hoped? What if I’m not a good Seraphim..?”

“Come on,” Lucifer nudged her. “You were born for this. You’ve got this in the bag, and no one can say otherwise.” He gently grabbed onto her hand. “Trust me, Emily. You’re going to be the best Seraphim this generation of souls has ever seen.” 

Emily smiled sheepishly to his compliment. She didn’t hesitate to pull him into another hug, patting his back. 

“I’m glad to see you,” She muttered. 

“I’m glad to be here,” He hugged her back, taking in the moment. She was as old as his second youngest brother, but even then, he found a special bond with her. They were both creators. They wanted to show the world beautiful things, and that’s just something the two could bond on. 

“Oh,” He let go of her, pulling out the little duck he had hiding away in his pocket. “I made this for you..” He held it out to her, and Emily squeaked. 

“Luci!!” She carefully took it from him, her hands delicate with the precious being. “It’s adorable!!”

“Wait,” he held up a hand, before using his angelic magic. It swirled like fairy dust in his hands, blanketing the duck in gold glitter. A few seconds passed and it peeped, looking up at her with its soft blue eyes. 

“Oh my stars…” She muttered. “Lucifer, this is fantastic..” She looked up at him. “And you made this?” 

“I did.” He stood tall, jutting his chest out proudly. “For you, for today. Since it’s a very special day, I wanted to gift you something that you will remember me by.”

“It’s beautiful.” Emily smiled, gently patting the back of the duck. It peeped up at her, tilting its head to the side. 

“It’ll only have life for five minutes, every ten minutes. But you can activate it by gently booping its beak.” 

“You are amazing,” Emily hugged Lucifer with one arm, before planting a small kiss on his cheek. “Thank you so much.” 

“Of course.” He bowed to her, his wings unfolding in a bright white and blue display. Emily giggled, holding the little duck to her chest. He smiled at her, his wings folding in as the trumpets blew once more. 

“Oh, that’s our que.” Emily hummed, yet a small pout lingered on her face. “I’ll see you after, right?”

“Definitely!” He spoke. “Good luck, Em.” he winked at her, before he rushed off, heading back to the door that led to his brother’s private box. Yet, left standing there, Emily peered down at the little duck in her hands. It peeped, it’s little tail wiggling and she couldn’t help but feel warm inside. 

“Emily,” Sera headed down the stairs. “It’s time.” Without a hesitation, Emily hid the small duck in her dress, heading up the stairs to meet God. 

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Lucifer snuck back into his seat, as the trumpets came to a silence. His father began speaking as he got himself comfortable. 

“Where did you go..?” Michael whispered, leaning over to his brother. 

“Just a quick little drop off.” Lucifer answered. “Shh,” He put a finger to his lips as he turned his full attention to his father. Michael stared at him, before rolling his eyes. He put his attention back to his father, back to Sera as the ceremony continued. 

“Heaven can not run without the minds of the innocent. Without the minds of the young, thoughtful and determined. With this new angel, we welcome youth into our hierarchy. We welcome hopes, dreams and beauty. Fierce and independent, yet she has been a bringer of Joy for Heaven for as long as she has existed. Our new Seraphim, joining Sera at her side, Emily!” God spoke, gesturing towards the young girl. 

The crowd cheered, clapping and throwing roses into the air. The Heavenborns fluttered in the sky, tossing confetti into the crowd, tossing it to the Elder Angels, to the brothers, to Sera and Emily. 

Reaching up, Joel grabbed onto a small piece of confetti. Emily’s symbol, the four petaled flower on her dress, lingered blue in a light purple circle. Celebrating the new dawn, the new soul. 

Emily nervously stood next to Sera. Her hands held in front of her as she awaited silence in the courtroom. The elder angels clapped, encouraging her with her speech. And Sera placed a hand on her back, reminding her that she wasn’t alone. 

Taking a deep breath, Emily raised a hand and the courtroom slowly dwindled to a silence. 

“Winners, Heavenborns, Elder Angel’s. It’s my honor to be welcomed into the Angel Hierarchy. Throughout my life, I didn’t quite know what I wanted to do. I didn’t know that I would be taking such a step so young in my life. But I am so grateful to God,” She smiled up at him. “And to Sera,” She looked up at her. “That I am able to be a part of this hierarchy. All I want is to bring joy and happiness to Heaven, and it is my job to do so. I take this position with open arms and a smile in my heart.” She placed a hand over her heart. 

“And without the people in my life who have brought me here, who have encouraged me to be the best I can be, I wouldn’t have made it here. I hope to bring all winners happiness in Heaven. I hope to bring dreams and hopes and joyous news to you in the future. And I hope each one of you can accept my offer.” She bowed, curtsying in the process. 

“As Emily, the Young Seraphim and bringer of Joy, I offer you my will. My will to be happy, for each soul to wake up with a smile on their face. I offer you my joy, in hopes that every day you feel it inside of you. And I offer you my time. No matter what, I hope to help everyone who needs it. I can offer you my assistance, my own joy, my heart and soul.” The crowd clapped, cheering as they welcomed Emily into their hierarchy.

[areyoudreaminof]

The First Annual Starfall Snipe Hunt: Chapter 1

Nyx is ready for the best Starfall ever! His cousins are coming in from the Day Court for two weeks of fun. But when Papa and Uncle Cass suggest something called a Snipe Hunt, Nyx doesn’t know what to think. Will this be the best Starfall ever? Or the worst?

Nyx gave his room one last look, making sure any loose clothes were safely hidden in the closet. He wasn’t exactly sure why he had to clean his room every single time his cousins visited, but his parents insisted. Scanning the carpet and desk, Nyx thought it looked clean enough. They would all be too busy to hang around in his room anyways.

He flung open the door, checking the clock as he raced down the hall, one minute and thirty seconds until they were scheduled to winnow in. Nyx took the shortcut through the kitchens, skidding out into the garden with fifty nine seconds to spare. Mama was waiting there, a giddy smile on her face.

“It feels like we haven’t seen them in so long.” Mama breathed with excitement as she bounced on her toes. Nyx grinned broadly, “Me too. And it’s Froggy’s first Starfall! She was sick last year, remember?”

Mama laughed, “She’s been to two Starfall’s already, Nyx.”

“Yeah, but she was a baby, Mama. She’s old enough to know what’s going on now!” Nyx scoffed. He did remember when Froggy tried catching the falling stars in her chubby baby fists those first two years. Last year, she got some sort of fever, so Cricket and High Lord Helion came by themselves, and only for the night. Nyx and Cricket had fun, but they felt a bit guilty about it.

“Can the girls and I get our own balcony this year?” Nyx asked, breathless.

“We‘ll see.” Papa said out of nowhere. He seemed to have winnowed in when Nyx wasn’t paying attention. Papa looked at the small pocket watch in his hand. “Thirty seconds.”

The booming flap of wings sounded from above them. A large shadow blocked Nyx’s view as he heard Aunt Nesta’s voice ring out, “Just in time!” Nyx could see she was still dressed in her training leathers as Uncle Cass set her down.

“Sorry we’re late.” she said as she gave Nyx a kiss on his forehead. “We got wrapped up with some training.”

Uncle Cass was breathing hard as he drew his wings in slowly. “I don’t think I’ve flown down that fast in my life.” he whispered to Nyx, exaggerating breaths huffing in his chest.

“Ten seconds.” Papa said with a grin.

It had been two long months since Nyx saw his cousins last, when they visited the Day Court for three whole weeks. Nyx and the girls spent the whole time going to festivals and the beach, and getting into mischief. He got to train with Uncle Lucien and Helion, and got to visit the Lady of Day, who Nyx called Grandmother. He made some friends with some boys his age too, and he had been writing to them frequently.

The Day Court was incredible, but there was always something fun about the girls coming to the Night Court, no matter how often they visited.

He felt a buzzing in the air and in his fingertips. It was time. Nyx held his breath as he blinked. Then, he launched himself forward, crashing into his cousins for a hug.

“Nyxie!”

With a tangle of limbs, Nyx had managed to hug Cricket around her neck, while Froggy had jumped up like a spider monkey and locked her legs around his waist. Giggles and screams sounded out through the garden as the cousins greeted each other.

“How come you’re taller than me now?” Cricket exclaimed, as she stood on her toes. Her short, curly red hair added a good inch to her height, but Nyx had grown a bit since he last saw her.

“All that training I guess.” Nyx hummed.

“You live in the library, but you keep telling yourself that.” She teased brightly, as she ran off to his parents for hugs and kisses.

“I missed you so much, Nyxie!” Froggy squealed as she smacked a big kiss on his cheek. Her sheet of dark golden hair was tied up with a sparkly yellow ribbon. She was tiny, but smarter than Nyx and Cricket combined.

“I missed you too! Are you excited for Starfall?” Nyx asked as he set her down.

“Oh, yes!” she said, bouncing on her toes. She opened her mouth to say something else, but Uncle Cass swooped in and snatched her up. Froggy squealed out another set of giggles. “There’s my little cupcake!” He roared as he threw her into the air.

He gave his Aunt Elain a big hug, savoring her honey and floral scent as she kissed him. He threw his arms around Uncle Lucien. “I’ve been practicing my combat forms!” he said, with excitement, “I’m getting pretty good at close combat.”

Uncle Lucien beamed, “Are you now? Sword or spear?”

“Sword! But only because we don’t have spears at the training ring.” Nyx said, he swooped down into a crouch, extending his arms into a strike. Uncle Lucien dodged but Nyx caught his arm before Uncle Lucien could really block the strike. Uncle Lucien laughed as he ruffled Nyx’s hair and pulled him in for another hug.

Finally reunited, the family made their way into the house. Nyx grabbed Aunt Elain’s bag to help take upstairs to the guest rooms with Uncle Lucien, while his father took the girls by the hand, leading them inside to the living room.

“Are Aunt Mor and Aunt Emerie here? ” Cricket asked without stopping to breathe. “What about Uncle Az and Aunt Gwyn?”

“Aunt Mor and Emerie are finishing up closing the shop in Illyria, Cuddlebug.” Mama said. “And Gwyn and Az will be here tomorrow too. They’re doing some extra work at the camps.” Nyx noticed his parents shooting worried looks at each other. Uncle Azriel and Aunt Gwyn had been keeping a close eye on Illyria, going up for missions frequently.

“Is Amren here too?” Froggy asked, ever the polite little lady who refused to let anyone be left out.

“She’s joining after dinner.” His father said as they all took their places on the sofas and chairs. Turning to Uncle Lucien, he asked. “How was the winnow? Are you feeling alright?”

Uncle Lucien shrugged, “It was fine. I think leaving the dog at home made a difference.”

Nyx now noticed that Cricket’s large smoke hound wasn’t with them. “You left Trajan behind?” he asked Cricket, who had flopped down on the sofa next to him.

“Yeah. It’s hard to winnow with all of us. And he keeps barfing when we take him. So, he’s with Grandmother and Grandpapa. When they come up here, Master Dimitriou will take care of him.” Cricket replied with some sadness.

She was so attached to the hound, that he slept in her bed and followed her everywhere at the Day Court. Her Uncle Eris, the High Lord of Autumn had gifted her the pup a few years ago. Now, Froggy waited patiently for a hound of her own.

“He’ll be okay.” Nyx said, patting her shoulder. Cricket gave a little smirk, before she changed the subject.

“We’re staying two weeks. What’s the plan?” She asked with sneaky grin.

“I think we’ll just hang around until Starfall. Then Uncle Cass and Aunt Nesta are gonna do some training with the Valkyries and we’re allowed to go.” Cricket rubbed her hands together excitedly.

“Mama said she and Aunt Mor are taking us all to the Rainbow too at some point.” He racked his brain, trying to think of what else had been planned. “Froggy, I think Aunt Gwyn wanted to show you some new stuff from the library?”

“You can come with me to class, too.” Mama said.

“We’ll take it all day by day, like we always do.” Aunt Elain hummed, before she excused herself into the kitchen. Probably to see the twins, Nyx guessed.

“Well, in a few nights, Rhys and I will take you children out on a snipe hunt.” Uncle Cass announced loudly.

Cricket and Nyx whipped their heads around, while Froggy, who had been cuddled between Uncle Cass and Aunt Nesta, looked up at him with big, curious eyes.

“A what hunt?” Cricket asked incredulously, her nose wrinkling in utter confusion.

“A snipe hunt.” Papa replied, “It’s something we did in Illyria as boys, and you’re old enough.”

“What’s a snipe?” Nyx asked incredulously.

“Just a nocturnal animal. A little feral, but they’re fun to hunt. Hard to catch.”

“I didn’t know they had snipes this far north.” Uncle Lucien said with a smirk. Aunt Nesta and Mama looked confused, while Uncle Cass and Papa just grinned. “We can talk about it later.” Papa said, turning his attention to the twins, who had glided in to announce dinner.

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“What’s a snipe anyways?” Cricket whispered over the din of the adults. “I’ve never heard of them.”

Nyx shrugged, “I don’t know. Papa said they were in Illyria but I never saw them at the camps the entire time I was there. And I definitely never heard of them. There were lots of owls though.”

“Do you think they’re even real? Or are they just teasing us? Uncle Cass does this all the time.” Cricket grumbled as she tore apart a roll, slapping a thick pad of butter in the middle. “Remember when he told us those kebabs at the Children’s Festival were made of dogmeat after we each ate two?”

“Yeah, but your grandfather was in on it too,” Nyx replied. “and he made it worse by saying they were puppies.”

“You think he’s getting us back for the library prank?” Cricket asked as she eyed Uncle Cass with wariness.

“Maybe. He hasn’t mentioned it since.” Nyx and Cricket may have heard that Cassian was terrified of something that had lived in the library. So they might have lured him down a level or two and jumped out and scared him, and they possibly made Uncle Cass scream.

It was hilarious, but Nyx and Cricket had been punished the rest of the week, cleaning the kitchen and the studio after classes. Even Aunt Elain made them pull weeds for hours in every single house garden.

“If they are planning something, won’t your parents get mad?” Nyx asked, stealing a glance at Aunt Elain and Uncle Lucien who were talking and eating like nothing was wrong.

“Papa will probably think it’s funny, whatever it is.” Cricket hissed. “I fell off Meallan’s back last week and landed in manure and Papa laughed about it for days and told everyone .” Nyx held back a snort, choosing to cough instead, “Were you hurt?” he asked.

“No, but there was poop in my hair and in my ears and all down my clothes! Do you know how many baths I had to take to get the stink off?” she stuffed half of the roll into her mouth as her face reddened with embarrassment. “Four!” she said, her cheeks packed in with bread. “Four baths, Nyx!”

“That’s terrible Cricket. Really.” Nyx promised, trying desperately not to laugh.

“Either way, I smell a rat. They’re up to something and I don’t like it.” Cricket mumbled as she shoved the rest of the roll into her mouth. “Go check their minds.” She ordered as she chewed.

“No! Papa knows when I slip in, plus if they’re planning something their walls will be up.” Nyx hissed. “It can’t be big, Starfall is in two days. It’s probably silly. We just have to be on our guard.”

“Speaking of being on your guard, I wonder what terrible outfit Aunt Mor got us for Starfall.” Cricket snickered. Nyx shuddered.

Last year's ruffled monstrosity was a velvet suit with breeches that cut off above the knee in a jeweled purple color. Cricket got stuck with a frilly pink thing that looked more like a cake than a dress, and clashed horribly with her red hair. Only little Froggy made it out unscathed.

But the children were stuck wearing whatever Aunt Mor got them. She was fun and silly, but she had terrible taste in clothes, Nyx thought.

On his left, Froggy pushed food around her plate in silence. Nyx didn’t need to slip into her mind to tell she was nervous.

“You don’t want your mashed sweet potatoes, Froggy?” he asked her with a little nudge. “I was going to give you mine.”

“I’m not hungry.” she mumbled, not meeting his eyes. “My tummy hurts.”

“Don’t listen to Papa or Uncle Cass. They’re just being stupid.” Nyx said with assurance. “And if there’s ever danger, I’ll fly you away and Cricket will kick their butts!” Cricket gave a little punch to the air to emphasize his point.

Froggy halfheartedly laughed, but didn’t say anything as she pushed her food around her plate.

“We’re getting to the bottom of this,” Cricket hissed, as her russet eyes blazed with that look. The one that meant she was planning something.

“Let’s do it.” Nyx said, but not before he booped his baby cousin on the nose. “We can scare them first,” He whispered as Froggy giggled.

Flesh eating animals didn’t live in the woods, Nyx though. Right?

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