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ppersonna · 3 years

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keep me warm - jhs | m

cause you keep me and nice and you keep me warm. wanna feel you on me, can't wait to get back there again - texas sun, khruangbin

✹ summary- camping is always a great time when you’re with your friends, but even better with your boyfriend, hoseok.

✹ rating- explicit/18+/nsfw

✹ pairing- jung hoseok x reader

✹ word count- 3.9k - she’s a short lil quick dip ;)

✹ genre- smut. lol thats it. cant say there is much plot here besties!!! but there is big brother namjoon, brothers best friend hoseok, established relationship!!!

✹ warnings- explicit smut, cockwarming, dirty talk, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (be smart pls!), sex in a tent, a little exhibitionism???, fingering, finger sucking, creampie, lil bit of cum play but not really, hoseok is a dirty dirty boy and i love that about him tbh

✹ a/n- helloooo. i’ve been sitting on this and finally finished it!! thank you to @kimtaehyunq for the sexy banner and beta reading and general support. i was inspired to write this fic when i went camping but pls be warned that sex in a tent is not as sexy as this fic makes it seem 🤕 ILY BESTIES!!! lemme know your thots!!!

The annual Kim Family camp out is an event you haven’t missed since your seventh birthday when you had chicken pox. It’s an outing that has gained notoriety among your friends, a monumental yearly occasion that takes months of prep in advance. What started as a simple camp out with your parents and your older brother Namjoon has become an event with extended friends and family members and significant others involved. Your parents handed down the event to you and your brother, claiming their older age keeps them from being able to keep up with “the youth” for an entire weekend, instead preferring to join for a big cookout dinner, then head back to the comfort of their tempurpedic mattress and functional plumbing back at home.

Not that you minded.

This year was different. Your cousins, Taehyung and Seokjin, would join with Tae’s girlfriend Maggie. Your childhood best friend Jimin would attend as well, bringing along his lover of the month, a tall and leggy brunette. Namjoon invited his best friend Yoongi, who brought along your mutual friend Jungkook.

And most importantly,

Jung Hoseok would be there. Your boyfriend.

Hoseok is no stranger to the Kim Family camp out. He’s been attending since he was sixteen after meeting Namjoon in high school jazz band and instantly becoming friends. You can vividly remember the older high school boy making sure you never felt left out in a group of gangly teenagers—bringing you along on hikes, and fishing, and general mischief.

It’s where you first fell for him.

Every year after that, you pined for Hoseok from afar at every outing. You’d lie awake at night in your shared tent with Jimin, desperately wishing the body next to you was Hoseok, wrapping his arms around you to keep you warm in the forest's chill.

Your relationship with Hoseok flourished after high school, when he was unknowingly in your chemistry class in college. Hours were spent pouring over textbooks together, cramming for exams and practice labs with a familiar friend.

Then came the coffee dates, the movie nights, the dinners. Hoseok went from an occasional study buddy to someone you talked to hourly.

The day he kissed you is a day you’ll never forget.

Soft lips pressing onto yours over a bubbling beaker of magnesium, his hands cupping your cheeks as he drew you in so close, as if he couldn’t get enough of you.

“Be mine,” he whispered. “Please, be mine.”

And you’ve been his ever since.

“Aish! Don’t burn my marshmallow, ___!” Namjoon scolds you, jerking your long stick away from the fire as he sits next to you. “I hate burned marshmallows.”

Annoyance bubbles up in your throat as you roll your eyes at your brother.

“I wouldn’t have to do this for you if you knew how to roast a marshmallow without starting a wildfire.”

Namjoon, ever the strong-headed big brother, glares at you. “That was an accident and you know it.”

Hoseok chuckles beside you, resting a hand on your leg as you murmur expletives about Namjoon and a certain stick under your breath.

“I’ll eat your burned one, babe,” he says with a smile. “I love your burned mallows.”

Hoseok’s charm is a balm to all your wounds. He easily melts the ice around your heart and soothes your frayed nerves with a simple look.

“Thanks, Hobi,” you reply.

“Please, no talk of my sister’s mallows,” Namjoon winces. “It’s bad enough you’re dating in front of me. In front of my salad.”

Namjoon doesn’t mean it. He knows how deeply you love him, and he trusts Hoseok not to hurt his one and only sibling. But it doesn’t mean he’s not above rubbing it in your face that he was Hoseok’s friend first.

Jungkook laughs from where he’s sitting, roasting a hotdog over the crackling flame on Jimin’s lap (“There weren’t any seats left!”).

“At least he’s not tossing her salad in front of you.”

Yoongi slaps the younger man’s hotdog out of his hand and into the fire, making Jungkook whine and pout petulantly.

“Don’t be gross,” Yoongi scolds and Namjoon nods at his friend in solidarity.

Hoseok smirks and licks his fingers clean of the sticky marshmallow. “Besides, we didn’t bring nearly enough lube for any anal play tonight.”

“Hoseok!” Namjoon screeches and you bashfully bury yourself into your sweater. The rest of the group explodes in laughter while your brother holds his head in his hands, lamenting the day you two met.

Hoseok pulls you into his lap, grinning as he kisses at your ear while maintaining firm eye contact with your brother, eager to make him as uncomfortable as possible.

While you’re relaxing into the warmth of your boyfriend’s body and enjoying the laughter of all your closest friends, Hoseok nips at your ear and whispers gently.

“I love you.”

“I’m so cold.” A shiver wracks through you as you burrow down deeper into your sleeping bag. The night air becomes increasingly frosty and you can easily see your breath in the dim light from the moon. “It wasn’t supposed to be this cold.”

Hoseok scoots his bag closer to yours, rubbing over the meshy material in an attempt to warm you.

“I thought about bringing another blanket before we left…,” he sighs. “But Namjoon told me I was being ‘a boy scout’.”

You bark out a frigid laugh, teeth chattering as you try to snuggle into the warmth of Hoseok’s hand.

Pleadingly, you ask. “Can we share? Maybe if we zip the sleeping bags together we can make one big extra-large sleeping bag?”

Hoseok nods. “Good idea.”

He quickly gets to work as soon as you unzip your sleeping bag and move off of it, allowing him to take it and zip the two bags together. He spreads it back out over the soft padded bed once it’s completed and he slips into his end before beckoning you over.

“Come to me, my little popsicle.”

The fabric swishes and slides as you move into the combined bag, wrapping your cold limbs around the warmth of your boyfriend’s body.

“Holy shit, you really are cold,” he exclaims with a grunt when your ice-cold hands seek the toasty expanse of his toned belly. “Fuck.”

“Sorry.” Your apology is anything but apologetic as the high temperature of Hoseok’s body quickly oozes into you. “You feel so good.”

A moan slips out of your lips, pleased at the warmth that your boyfriend radiates as you seek every spot on his body that radiates heat.

“Hold on,” he whispers.

Quickly, he rids himself of his shirt and tugs at the hem of your own.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” You gasp as the icy air billows under your shirt. “Why would I get naked right now?”

He huffs. “Trust me?”

He kisses the pout on your lips, then pulls away with your shirt in his hands.

“Skin-to-skin contact is the easiest way to warm someone up. Body heat, you know. Textbook boy scout stuff.”

He twists your body around to spoon into him, back pressed against his ultra-warm chest, making you gasp once you feel the radiating heat spreading across you.

“Oh…” you sigh as you sink into his embrace. “You were right.”

Hoseok smirks as he wraps his arms around you and buries his face in the nape of your neck—lips pressing gentle, warm kisses to the column below your ear.

“Told you so.”

Your body instinctively presses further into his body, desperate for the warmth that the human-heater seems to emit. His breath hitches as he feels your ass press hard against his lap, cock stirring at the proximity.

Hoseok’s hands run up and down your arms, warming each inch of your skin with his palms. He spreads heat wherever he touches, and your eyes flutter closed as he works his gentle, warming massage into your frozen skin. He is the epitome of sunshine, both in body and demeanor, always able to brighten the coldest chills with one look, one touch.

When he’s satisfied that you’re thoroughly warmed where he’s worked, his hands move from your arms and shoulders around to your belly and up to your chest. You feel like mush under his grazing touch, gasping and biting your lip as he tugs gently at your perky nipple. It’s a live wire to his cock.

“Fuck,” he groans as he feels himself harden. He kisses at your shoulder as he continues to palm at your chest, taking the fullness of your breasts into his whole hand and massaging it gently.

“Hobi…” you warn, feeling the desire between your thighs build. “Don’t start what you can’t finish.”

He chuckles against your skin, breathing hot air over your neck and shoulder, tightening his grip on your nipple for a quick pinch that makes you squeak.

“Who says we can’t finish?”

His voice is low—that deep, sensual tone that sets your tummy aflame with desire. His dick is pressed against your ass, twitching with need as it thickens in his pants.

His hand moves from your chest, rubbing soft, sweet circles on your stomach as he warms the cool flesh around your belly button, before traveling down to where your sleeping pants sit low on your hips.

“We c-can’t,” you meekly attempt to fight back, remain strong, but the warmth of his body and the need growing within you is quickly winning your internal battle of morality. “My cousin is next to us.”

Hoseok smirks as he slips underneath your pants, hand diving in between your thighs to rub at your soft mound. He’s close, so close to slipping inside of you, and you squeeze your eyes tight at the overwhelming urgency you’re feeling for his fingers inside you.

“You think Tae and Maggie are fast asleep right now?” He asks.

As if on cue, you hear soft giggles coming from the next tent over, giggles that sound suspiciously like Taehyung’s girlfriend.

“Tae is really not that funny,” Hoseok says as he nibbles at your ear. “Let me warm you, baby.”

He seeks your consent, desperate to make you feel good but not willing to further his actions.

“Mmm, maybe just a little more.”

His fingers seek purchase further, finally diving into your folds. He gasps into your ear as he feels how wet you’ve become from his ministrations, stroking gently up and down your slick slit and circling over your clit.

“Fuck, look at you,” he nearly whines into your ear. “So wet for me.”

“Please, Hobi,” you whimper. You’re not sure what you’re begging for, what you need, but all you want is for him to not stop, never stop.

“You want me to keep going, don’t you?” He asks, teasingly circling the pad of his finger on your swollen clit.

Unable to use your words, you nod. The light pressure on your clit has your thighs trembling and Hoseok thrills at the palpable desperation you’re feeling.

“Are you going to be quiet for me?” He asks, slowly moving his finger down before breaching into your channel. “Can’t be waking up the entire camp.”

Using your hand, you clamp over your mouth as your boyfriend's finger fucks into your hole, slowly and achingly gentle but with purpose. A shiver runs down his spine as he watches you try to hold yourself back. You’re not normally quiet—he makes it his mission to get you to whine and cry and yell his name as loud as he can when you’re at home. But the thrill of keeping you quiet while he sinks himself into you makes his body hum with want.

“Good girl,” he cooes as he introduces another finger inside you, scissoring you open with his lengthy digits. “Better stay quiet for me or I won’t let you cum.”

He quickly removes his fingers from your channel, making you whine behind your hand, which he silences with a soft tut.

“No complaining. Be good.”

He continues his journey to disrobe you, sliding off your pants and panties. He throws them to the other side of the tent where your luggage lies, no care about you wearing them the rest of the night. He follows suit with his own pants, swiftly pulling the material off his legs and allowing his throbbing cock to spring free. You desperately want to touch it, feel it in your hands and in your mouth, but he keeps you facing away from him, cock fully out of your reach.

“Such a perfect little ass,” he murmurs to himself as he admires your backside before sliding back into the big spoon position. The feeling of his hot, hard length against your bare ass makes you mewl with desire, teasingly rubbing against it.

“Fuck, Hobi,” you gasp as he slips his hands back to the apex of your thighs, scissoring into you again and warming his icy fingers in the heat of your cunt.

“Shhh,” he reminds. “Let me give your mouth something to do, yeah?”

He pulls his dripping fingers from within your walls and brings them to your mouth. You eagerly open wide, obedient and desperate for something to take your mind off the growing neediness your body is throbbing with.

Watching you suck your own wet slick off his fingers makes Hoseok’s cock ache with need. The tip is weeping with pre-cum, as if crying out to bury itself within your walls and never retreat. It twitches as your tongue swirls over his digits, teasing him and reminding him how well you can suck his cock.

“Shit, baby,” he gasps. “I’m going to bust right now if you’re not careful.”

He pulls his fingers from your mouth and uses the spit-slick hand to lift your leg enough for him to line his cock up at your hole.

“You want to warm my cock for me, baby?” He nips at your shoulder as he rubs the bulbous head along your slit. “God, I want to be in this pretty little cunt all night. Can you keep me warm tonight?”

“P-please, baby,” you gasp as the tip prods at your entrance, threatening to breach. He preemptively moves his free hand back to your mouth, covering it gently to help keep your noisy mouth muffled.

“Such a polite girl.” Hoseok’s lips skim over your neck and ear, nibbling at your lobe as he finally, blessedly, spears himself into you.

“Fuuuck,” he whines as he drops his forehead against your soft hair, shuddering as he buries himself to the hilt. “You’re so fucking tight.”

Nothing compares to the feeling of Hoseok sinking himself into you. It’s like the first time, every time. He clings to you desperately, as if he wants to bury his entire self in between your thighs and never retreat. Being connected to your boyfriend like this, not knowing where he ends and you begin, is the most dazzling aspect of sex. Your heart beats in overtime, breath short and heavy, as he holds you like you’re his only worthy possession in life.

He doesn’t move, doesn’t withdraw his cock and plunge back into you like his body is begging him to. He wants nothing more than to roll you onto your stomach and fuck you until you’re screaming his name for the entire national forest to hear, but he doesn’t.

“Mmm, Hobi, please,” you whine against his palm, kitten licking the flesh there to encourage him to move. It almost works, almost spurs him into action, but he remains flush against you and unmoving.

“Just trying to keep you warm, baby,” he teases. “Skin-to-skin contact.”

He can feel your body tense and shake around him, core tightening as you’re desperate to feel the friction you desire. It makes Hoseok nearly growl into your ear, clutching you tighter in his grasp.

“Now you want to fuck me?” He teases into your ear. “I thought you were tired?”

A pathetic whimper is the only response you can muster. You’re desperate for more, aching for his thick cock to thrust in and out of you. His hand slips down your body, caressing each inch of your skin before landing on your clit, circling the nub teasingly.

“I bet you could cum like this,” he breathes as he slowly swirls his finger. “With my cock stuffed inside you.”

He’s right—your body is already reacting to the stimulation and you can feel your body clenching around his unmoving length deep inside you. It’s prodding you in just the right spot that makes you keen, core desperate for some movement. His added touch makes you whine into his palm still covering your mouth.

“That’s right, baby,” he praises as he bites at your earlobe. “Such a needy little pussy, so desperate for me you could cum just from feeling me inside you.”

The pressure rises, stomach tightening as you feel your body near the edge of bliss. You can feel your thighs trembling as Hoseok whispers and nibbles at your ear, fingers working your clit with just the right rhythm to make you see stars.

His finger swirls with delicate speed, playing you like the nimble musician he is.

“Look at you, I’ve only started using my fingers and you’re already about to cum for me.”

Holding back your desperate moans, your eyes nearly roll back in their sockets as you feel your body build closer and closer to the blissful end that it craves. Having him buried deep inside you with none of the delicious friction is driving you crazy, and the speed of his fingers on your clit makes you keen for anything he can give you. You’re so close, so *fucking close* to your climax that your vision blurs.

Suddenly, the telltale sound of another tent zipper opening rips through the relative silence of the campground and Hoseok stills his finger on you.

“Shhh,” he warns, lifting his head to listen carefully.

The sound comes from your left, Jungkook’s tent, and you squeeze your eyes tight and whimper into Hoseok’s palm at the ache in your belly. Jungkook stumbles around the campground before he makes his way out, and Hoseok smirks as the footsteps get quieter.

“That was close, baby,” he says as his finger teases over your throbbing clit. “We don’t want Jungkookie to find his friend like this, don’t we?”

You shake your head, body trembling as his finger provides not-enough stimulation on your tortured clit.

He keeps quiet and continues his feather-light touch, pleased at the unexpected orgasm denial and the way it makes your cunt clench around his cock as if coaxing it to give you what you need most.

“You better not be loud,” he warns. “You don’t want to ruin our fun, right?”

Agonizing moments later, Jungkook’s footsteps return and he zips himself back into his tent and quickly heads back to sleep. He remains stilled inside you, listening intently for any sounds of the others awakening.

After minutes of desperate silence and your needy cunt aching for your boyfriend to move, he rolls you onto your stomach with him on top, cock still buried deep within you.

“You’ve done so well,” he praises as he leans down and licks a fat stripe on the back of your neck, making you shiver. “Take your reward like a good girl.”

Without warning, Hoseok grips at your hips and starts a brutal pace, fucking you fast and hard while staying quiet. It feels so good, better than the feeling of him being still inside you. Nothing can compare to his thickness spearing into you, stretching you wide. The ridges of his cock feel like heaven from the position he has you in, and you can feel the stimulation building upon your ruined, curtailed orgasm from earlier.

He quickly rams a piece of the sleeping bag into your mouth, forcing you to be quiet as he nearly impales you open, burying himself as deep into your womb as he can before retreating and thrusting in for more. You can tell he’s close by the way his movements lose finesse, the way his hands grip your thick hips as if he’s grasping a lifeline.

“Gonna fill you up,” Hoseok whispers harshly, his voice taking on the rough edge that makes your body react. “You want my cum, baby?”

Your mouth is full, but your head nods quickly and you arch your back to let him reach even deeper inside of you, desperate to get yourself and him off simultaneously.

“Shit,” he groans as he feels your body accept him even further at this new angle, your ass high in the air. He grips it, enjoys the way the flesh jiggles in his grip and with each thrust. “Cum on my cock, baby, please.”

Hoseok doesn’t beg, hardly ever, so when he’s desperate for your release, you’re equally desperate to give it to him. As he pounds into you, taking full advantage of your prone body and lifted hips, the dam holding back your climax finally erupts, making your walls quiver and squeeze around his cock and forcing you to bury your face as far as you can into your sleeping bag to muffle your whines.

He wishes he could hear your screams, wants to hear the way you cry his name out as your cunt milks him, begs him for his own end. Another round of thrusts and he feels it all snap, cock pulsing out hot spurts of cum into your eager and waiting channel.

He pulls out of you, loving the way his cum follows him out, dribbling out of your spent pussy weakly. He lifts a finger and scoops it up, pushing it back into your juicy walls and nearly whining as he feels it wet and sopping with his release. You’re pulling the sleeping bag from your mouth, panting hard from your own release and turning around to look at your boyfriend, hips wiggling.

Hoseok smiles fondly at you, removing his finger from your walls and rubbing the smooth skin of your ass.

“Are you warm?” He asks with a smirk, knowing by the sheen of sweat on both of your bodies that you’ve successfully warmed up in the bite of the chilly night.

He flops down beside you and pulls you in close, snuggling into the sleeping bag while kissing your face gently.

Hoseok’s cock is still hard, still aching even after a release and you’re quick to grasp it in your hands, finally getting a grip on it for the first time tonight.

“Better keep you warm all night like I promised, huh?” You smile sleepily as you lift your leg to allow him entrance to your center yet again. “Keep me full all night please, baby?”

He is loath to deny you, and the wet heat of your used pussy feels like heaven. He holds you closer, pulls you in tight as he buries his cock as far as he can go, before kissing you sweetly once more.

He knows he’ll wake up in a few hours, dick throbbing with a need to take you for yet another round, but for now, he revels in the warmth and love and safety he feels when he’s connected to you in nearly every way.

“By the way, I love you too, Hoseok,” you whisper to him after a few moments of silence, recalling to the sweet whispered words around the campfire.

Hoseok smiles as he closes his eyes, body and soul in pure bliss.

And when Namjoon complains in the morning that he could hear the sounds of his little sister getting railed, Hoseok will let him know he ensured you didn’t suffer from hypothermia—that it’s his job as boyfriend to ensure you’re kept safe,

and always kept warm.

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7wanderingpaws · 3 years

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Always, Yours (8)

(he is back 🥰)

Word count: 6.6K

Warnings: suggestive themes

tags: @geniusloey @taemin-jaemin @wooya1224 @f4ncyvelvet @usernameloaa @kyoongsthetic

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“Hi, honey,” you spoke up as he finally reached your awaiting figure.

You had Jun still in your grasp and all the triplets were sleeping peacefully in their respective carriers. His eyes roamed over you once, as if making sure you were alright. You knew Baekhyun was anything but hot headed, but you were also aware that you did him dirty. If he was mad, then he’d be rightfully so.

“Sweetheart,” Baekhyun mumbled distractedly as a greeting. His focus was set on you, as if trying not to look elsewhere.

You smiled at him and walked the remaining steps to give him a small hug. As soon as your scent wafted over Baekhyun’s senses, he smiled a small smile and carefully enveloped you in a hug, pressing his forehead to yours and looking down at Jun nestled between your chests. “I missed you, my angel,” he breathed and pressed a quiet, longing peck on your cheek, before leaning lower and kissing the top of Jun’s head. “Hi there, little buddy.”

“I missed you too. Welcome home,” you smiled wider when he looked you in the eyes.

Baekhyun nodded with a smile all too aware that you and him were now in your personal bubble. Eventually he had to address the elephant in the room. Clearing his throat he straightened up, letting his hand slide down your back. “The girls?”

You turned swiftly and finally the both of you faced Sonhee and Junho, each with a baby. You could see Baekhyun’s face going blank, only wanting to greet and retrieve his little baby girls, until he finally looked at the lady next to Lee Junho. His face expression morphed instantly; shock and surprise were an understatement.

“Sonhee?” he asked loudly and to that, the mentioned girl brightened up even more and with her free hand took Junho’s hand, leading him to the both of you.

“Nice to see you again, Baek,” she giggled. “We thought we would help out by giving your sweet wife a ride - me and my boyfriend Junho,” she emphasized and you thanked her through a short eye contact.

You could sense Baekhyun became tense before easing up a bit, his hand that was around your waist now leaving you so he could reach out for his daughters. He didn't know what to ask first; how did Sonhee meet you? Or how did Sonhee come to meet Junho?

“You’re in a relationship?” he finally asked politely as both Junho and Sonhee handed him the carrier baskets, the babies lying inside, sleeping. He thought it was a miracle. Even Junhee wasn’t keen on being up. While waiting for an answer, he looked over the sleeping munchkins, noting the way their faces were so focused on sleeping, lips glistening from saliva as their cheeks were rosy and puffed up. His heart swelled with affection at the sight of his healthy offsprings.

“Yes, we are,” grinned Sonhee and hugged Junho’s arm to herself while Junho nodded in agreement, not talking.

Baekhyun had a lot of thoughts at that moment. Of course, the small anger about spotting you with Junho around was still present, albeit dying down quickly. Seeing his long-time childhood friend was a shock by itself. He would have never thought he’d see you with her out of all people. There was also a sort of relief that Junho was taken but he still had an uneasy feeling about him. Did Sonhee know about Junho coming to seek you in the past?

“You guys met in the village?” questioned Baekhyun, trying to keep the awkward conversation rolling. He felt you move close to him, your arms touching.

“Yes, it’s all surreal to be honest. We first met in Junho’s gym where I work in the baby corner,” Sonhee told him, smiley and cheerful. “We didn’t know we come from the same village and even though her last name is Byun, there are still quite a lot of Byuns around, so I couldn’t connect it to you.”

“How long have you been together?”

“Three years,” replied Junho, his face calm and collected.

Baekhyun met his eye, nodding. “I see. That’s great. Thanks a lot for bringing my family home safely.”

Baekhyun found himself internally cringing. He already once thanked Junho for bringing his wife home. It just enhanced the fact that he was never around when the family needed him.

“The pleasure is ours, Baek,” mumbled gently Sonhee. There was something in her eyes that you couldn't decipher. “We will keep in touch. Go up and rest, both of you.”

You nodded and went to hug Sonhee from the side since you had Jun on your chest. You noticed Baekhyun and Junho nodding at each other before you stepped back.

“I’ll text you soon,” promised Sonhee and looked at the babies for the last time. “I hope to see you soon, little biscuits.”

You smiled at the term and said bye to the couple. Before you knew it, you were already walking inside the building to the elevators, the tension leaving your body after separating from Junho.

“So happy to be home,” you smiled pleasantly.

Baekhyun hummed, throwing you a gentle smile himself when he pressed the button for your floor and the doors closed.

“Were the babies okay?” he asked you quietly and looked at the still sleeping girls in the baskets.

“Yeah, they were all fine, don’t worry,” you reassured him as you observed his face. His hair was longer and fluffy and fell over his forehead, making him look younger. Wordlessly you reached up and brushed away some strands so they wouldn’t obscure his vision. “Are you okay, baby?”

He hummed, reciprocating now the eye contact. “Much better now that you guys are home with me. I didn’t like coming home to an empty apartment.”

You tiptoed to peck him on the lips just when the elevator stopped and you arrived at your floor. “We are together now.”

You were fast to type in the code and step in the apartment that you left one week ago.

You left it quite in distress and exhaustion, and you couldn’t have been more relieved at how refreshed and happy you were to be back.

Baekhyun already opened the windows and you heard the washing machine working. He must have already started on the chores. “Let's put them in their crib,” he told you. Quickly following him, you undid the safety straps around Jun, trying to be as quiet as possible, and lowered him in his baby blue blanket. He stirred a little, whimpering, but you shushed him gently and rubbed his head which worked right away.

Baekhyun didn’t have problems with Juna but the crybaby Junhee was always a little nightmare. As soon as he placed her on the baby yellow blanket, she scrunched up her face and let out a wail, unsatisfied with the placement. He, just like you, shushed her while caressing her soft baby hair but she wasn’t that easy to convince. So his hand went to rub on her belly gently as he whispered: “It’s okay, daddy’s here. Sleep, sweetheart, sleep.”

He could feel her tummy going up and down, the muscles tightening frantically but a few more careful drags of air and she gradually relaxed. He didn’t stop caressing her even after she went silent and fell back into her slumber, worried she would start crying. His palm could feel the nappy underneath her overall, and hear the way it rustled gently under his touch. Each baby was dressed in overalls, covering their feet and hands. It wouldn't be long before they would grow them out and the clothes would be exchanged with bigger ones.

You giggled into your palm and left him in the room to go clean yourself up. Baekhyun wasn’t dependent on you with the babies and you knew he could take equally good care of them as you did.

After a thorough shower and collecting all of yours and babies clothes, you went into the washing room and put them in the basket, ready to wash once Baekhyun’s batch was done.

You found your husband sitting on the stool chair,waiting for you. He smiled when he saw you approaching and he opened his arms widely so you could finally greet him properly. His arms enveloped around your waist, your figure standing between his legs. You buried your face in his neck and smelled that familiar scent of his.

Ah, finally, finally.

His grip tightened and his lips pressed a kiss to your jaw. “I missed you so much.”

You smiled. Even though you texted and called and kept reminding how much you missed one another while being separated, he still had to remind you.

“I missed you too. It wasn’t the same without you back home.”

He pulled away far enough to see your face up close. “Speaking of home - what exactly happened, baby?” he asked and eyed your lips. He pecked you quickly as if to say I’m not mad but please explain. “You know… I asked you something before I left.”

You sighed but affectionately. Naturally, your hand went to cup his soft cheek and he leaned into the touch, keeping the eye contact. “I know, and I promise I felt guilty for not telling you but I didn’t want you to be worried or get mad. We met in the middle of the week— well, more like Kyunga’s younger sister brought us together. She is friends with Sonhee’s sibling and this is how he came to hang out.”

“You already met a few days ago?” Baekhyun was hurt as he frowned gently, pouting. Both of you were in close touch with each other while he was in Japan and yet you didn’t even mention Sonhee or Junho.

You sucked your lips in, knowing this could hurt him and make him potentially angry at you. “Yeah, but I didn’t want you to worry…”

“Sweetheart.”

“Yes?”

He sighed, his hold around you loosening. “Should I consider you keeping stuff from me as lying? Have you been lying to me? I asked you not to meet Junho and yet you spent time with him.”

Your heart made a painful jump at his accusatory words. “No, no, Baek! I was mostly with Kyunga’s sister and Sonhee, and they explained to me why was Junho acting the way he was-“

“So you’re telling me that Sonhee is okay with Junho following married women and letting him into other people's businesses? She is okay with him eyeing other women that are taken and have children?”

Well, when he put it like that...

You looked at him with wide, innocent eyes as you made a step even closer to him. “Let me tell you what they told me. He has his reasons.”

“It just doesn’t make sense, babe,” Baekhyun reasoned with a hint of seriousness. “And I don’t see how Sonhee is okay with this. Out of all people - Sonhee? She is scared of men and everything that they can potentially do to harm her. What if Junho is also doing something to her?”

You pouted. “Let me explain, honey,” you tried one more time and caressed his cheek, fighting with your own anxiety at a possible fight.

Baekhyun looked you in the eyes, seeing the way you were honest and ready to talk. If you were lying you’d be cowering away from him, he knew that for sure.

With another sigh, he nodded. “You know when I tell you that I trust you, I don’t mean that you should keep any secrets from me. When I say I trust you I expect you to tell me things that can potentially hurt me.” He paused when he saw your prominently growing pout. “Your secrecy doesn’t sit well with me. You’ve kept stuff away from me with your work, then your jealousy and now this. Should we talk about trust again?”

A little taken aback at him pulling out the happenings of the past, you only blinked a few times, feeling guilty. He wasn't wrong. After all, you were a secretive girlfriend and you would understand if he got mad at you keeping stuff away from him again. It wasn't even about Junho. It was about you.

“Hm?” he prodded, tapping your chin from under with his index finger. “Hiding things from me doesn't help. It makes it worse,” he told you in a somber voice, raising his eyebrows.

With a sigh, you quickly tucked some unruly hair behind your ear, feeling like a scolded child. “I know. This is... '' another sigh, “just… can you hear me out? I promise I won't keep anything away from you.”

He observed you for a moment with a calm countenance. He wasn’t being unfair but you also wished he didn’t think of you the way he did.

After sucking his lips in and popping them back out, he uttered: “Tell me everything.”

And with that he took your hand away from his cheek and you almost felt hurt. Then you felt him standing up but he interlaced your fingers and went over to the couch where you sat down, facing each other. He prompted you to talk with an eyebrow raise and you nodded, telling him everything just as he wished. Just as you should have from the beginning.

You managed to become a little emotional when you told Baekhyun about Sonhee’s sister but, of course, he already knew all of it and probably even more. As soon as he saw you tear up, he was fast to hug you to him, shushing you gently while he murmured that it was okay. “Sonhee’s little sister is a happy child. Don’t cry, sweetheart.”

“I’m just… how can the world be so cruel…” you hugged him tighter around his neck and he didn’t respond anymore, instead letting you cry out your heavy heart. He tapped your leg, prompting you to sit on his lap and you did while not leaving the spot in his neck.

“And it made me realize how thankful and lucky I am to have you, Baekhyun oppa,” you weeped. Baekhyun felt the moisture from your tears on his neck, your breathing hot as you exhaled harshly through your pants. He felt the same way you did, and his heart swelled with warmth and love for you. Now that he had you sniffling and crying like this in his arms, he was reminded of a crying Junhee a while back.

“I’m thankful for what we have had since the beginning. I’m thankful that you appreciate me and respect me and that you’re there for the babies whenever you can be. I love you so much,” you said through sobs and squeezed your eyes shut, letting out more tears.

Baekhyun could only continue with rubbing your back, hoping to console you. “I love you so much, sweetheart,” he murmured into your ear. “I’m forever thankful that I have you and our healthy babies. What Sonhee’s father did is animalistic and should be punished by law. But know that both Sonhee’s mother and sister are alright and they are healthy.” He heard you sniffling more and he added: “Don’t cry, it breaks my heart.”

With the help of his words and his soft, shushing voice, you tried to ground yourself. You didn’t realize how much Sonhee’s story affected you and how much you’d been trying not to think about it. Maybe seeing Baekhyun who was the hero of Sonhee’s story made you finally weak and realize just what a gem of a man you were blessed enough to marry and receive his attention.

“Shh, it’s okay,” he shushed gently, and you heaved out one final, heavy sigh. “Everything is alright.”

Licking your dry lips, you pulled away to look at his expectant orbs. He cooed when he saw you, and his hands were on your cheeks, tapping away the tears. “You’re not mad anymore, are you?”

He looked you in the eyes, his more down-wards from the sadness swimming in them. He shook his head. “No, I’m not mad. I was just hurt. Surely you can see why oppa was hurt, right, baby?”

You nodded, pressing your lips together to will the burning tears away. “I’m sorry for making you feel hurt. I’m sorry,” you whispered and leaned your forehead against his.

“That’s okay,” he whispered back and closed his eyes. “As long as nothing happened, it’s alright and forgotten.”

You pecked him in a quick thanks.

You stayed in a comfortable silence for another ten minutes, both of you taking the time to bask in each other’s presence and collecting your thoughts. Not once did his hand stop drawing patterns on your back, the regularity of the action lulling you into a pleasant emptiness you felt after a good cry. Eventually Baekhyun patted your bum gently. “Are you sleeping, my princess?”

You murmured a small no as you laid on his shoulder and his head was resting against the backrest.

“Wanna see what oppa got you from Japan?”

At his words, you perked up with a curious smile. “You didn’t have to, honey.”

“I wanted to,” he said, mirroring your smile. “Just a little something since you’ve never been there.”

You’ve never traveled outside of Korea at all. You didn’t even own a passport but since you got everything you needed in Korea, which was Byun Baekhyun and now the munchkins, you didn’t have the need to travel anywhere unless it was with him.

“Okay.” You pushed yourself off of him and stood up, feeling a little sleepy and tired. It was already dark outside and it looked like rain was about to start pouring. That fact made you even more excited because you didn’t have to go anywhere and you could be cozy with your husband and your munchkins inside.

He took you to your bedroom where he had the bag of various snacks prepared. Among them, a box of matcha green tea that you loved, and even a pretty red lipstick.

You looked at him with questioning eyes. “A lipstick?”

“It’s a Japanese brand,” he told you with a shrug and observed how you turned the product in your fingers. “Red lipstick suits you and I wanted to spoil you for once.”

“You always spoil me,” you told him softly when you looked up at him.

“Well, maybe when we finally get to go on a date together you can wear it for me and spoil me, hm?”

Your heart jumped at his suggestive tone. “Sure, whenever we will get to go on a date,” you added cheekily. Baekhyun groaned but he was amused.

“We will have to bother Chen and Sukyeong again.”

At the mention of Sukyeong’s name your heart deflated. You took notice of the change and you pursed your lips, unsure what these feelings were about.

“Babe? You good?” asked Baekhyun when he saw you becoming distant.

You nodded, snapping back to a smile. You tiptoed and pressed your lips to his cheek. “Thank you for the gift,” you murmured. “I’ll make sure to wear it for you well.

In a second you felt his lips touch yours, not letting you retrieve from his personal space. His arms circled your waist and he took the lipstick in your hand to throw it on the bed before he placed his warm palm on your cheek.

You circled your arms around his neck and hummed when he outlined your lower lip with his tongue. He pressed himself closer to you, savoring the moment that enabled him to finally kiss you.

“Since you were with Junho behind my back, I’m keeping the picture in my phone,” he murmured against your lips when he separated with a wet smooch. “I’m not deleting it.”

You looked at him with wide eyes. “But oppa-“

“I said,” he pressed strictly though playfully, and his hands wandered to your bum, fondling with the cheeks before pressing down on them. “You better listen to me, little lady.”

Once again the passion in your tummy was reignited. Baekhyun was gazing at you through hooded eyes, his voice low and warning. It shot electricity down your insides and you squirmed in his arms. “What will you do with it?”

More like, what did I do with it, he thought.

Baekhyun wanted to laugh at your innocence. No matter what he did with you, be it in bed or just play with words, he never could break through your endless innocence. “Hmm, what do you think I’ll do with it?”

You bit your lip, which caught Baekhyun’s eye. “Threaten me with it.”

“What? No, babe, why would I use it against you…”

“I don’t know,” you murmured sheepishly. “If you need to keep it, then…” you blinked your eyes at him, and it made Baekhyun become breathless. “I’d like to make a new one. I want to be satisfied with the picture too, you know?”

Baekhyun had a hard time keeping his cool. He swallowed harshly and he felt like he wasn’t leading the game anymore. You were. “You’d like me to…” he nuzzled your nose, his thumbs resting next to your lips, each pressing down on the corner of them, “take a picture of your body again?” He breathed a kiss on your parted lips, still watching you. “Is that what you’re saying, my little lady?”

Shakily, you breathed him in. “Yeah.” Even when the babies started to whimper and cry in the background, you didn't separate. Intensively looking him in the eye, you were keen on making him quiver.

“Baby,” he closed his eyes, pressing his forehead to yours. “What are you doing to me? I can't just let you leave now.”

Your eyes danced as they tried to count each eyelash that brushed his flushed cheeks. “Not now, but let me prepare better later.”

“What is there to prepare? Your body is a goddess,” he almost hissed and placed his hands on your hips. His eyes were fiery as they reopened, burning into your soul. But he softened up quickly. “But I'll do as you wish.”

You smiled gently, pecking him. Baekhyun was about to deepen the kiss, leaning over you and therefore making you bend backwards with a smile but you stepped back and out of his grip. “Duty calls,” you smirked, untangling yourself. You just heard his flustered laugh as you made your way out of the bedroom, satisfied but very much bothered.

His body heat under the blanket made you feel warm and cozy. You buried your face deeper in his neck, and Baekhyun chuckled quietly at your clinginess. He tightened his arms around you, squeezing your waist and middle to his side.

“You smell like baby oil,” you murmured with appreciation, “I love it.”

While you were working around the house, Baekhyun took good care of the triplets. He missed them more than he thought he would, given how much hard work they were, and he ended up being with them for almost the rest of the day. He bugged you about helping out but you were more than happy to leave him with the crybabies that needed a nappy change every two hours (or sooner).

Throughout the day you saw him playing with the triplets, lying on the playmat with them as he lifted each of them up above his body, then slowly bringing them back down and straight to his puckered lips to kiss their wild laughter away. Their chubby cheeks were protruding, their grins were toothless, and you’d never been happier to hear your babies’ laughter. Baekhyun’s own chuckles were making you realize what happiness truly was, despite being busy and tired.

After lining up each baby, he had told them to wait when their turn was up, because at the airports the planes also patiently wait until it would be their time to take off.

“You’re a helicopter, Juna,” he’d told the clueless baby nonchalantly as he lifted her up. “You’re helping daddy to train biceps too, so I’d say you’re almost a five kilogram weight! How’s that!” With that he had lifted her higher as he made a noise that was supposed to sound like a helicopter, and then swiftly brought her down, Juna’s hysterical laugh resounding in each room of the apartment. At those moments, you had found yourself eagerly snapping pictures and videos from the corner, your own smile hurting your cheeks.

Back to the present, Baekhyun spoke up: “You always smell like baby oil,” he pointed, his breath fanning the top of your head. “I actually went to this shop in Japan and smelled a baby oil just to be reminded of you and our babies,” he admitted. You could hear amusement in his voice and you giggled, hiding your face deeper in his neck. If it was even possible.

“So cute, daddy Baek. You missed the nappy change too?”

He squeezed you in warning. “Yah, don’t tease.”

“Just admit that you didn’t,” you quipped, your lips brushing the skin on his neck. Baekhyun shivered, your light touches making it hard for him to stay focused.

“Okay, I didn’t,” he sulked. “Who does…?”

His fingers ran through your hair, the way he brushed the strands causing ticklish sensations. You brought your face out from his neck and looked at him, caching his glinting eyes. Grinning cheekily, you saw how he registered your mischief and responded with an equally cheeky smile before you leaned in, pecking him on the lips, too quickly for his lips to react and therefore accidentally kissing his teeth.

“Oh, wait, that didn’t count,” he protested with a laugh, “one more.”

“Hmm, I don’t know…”

He squeezed you again and you laughed. “One more, that’s not fair.” He puckered his lips and you had to suppress a wide smile at the way he looked so cute and soft and just so cuddle-worthy.

You leaned in and pressed a lingering kiss to his awaiting lips, making a little smooch sound. “Mmm, that’s better.” But you didn’t stop, instead leaned in again and this time opened your lips slightly, catching his upper one between yours. You enveloped yourself lips around it, bringing it into your mouth and Baekhyun instantly closed his eyes at the moist feel of your mouth. A low moan rumbled in his throat when he let you lead the kiss that grew passionate within seconds.

Soon enough, you climbed over him, straddling his waist while being careful not to touch an inappropriate part. His hands slid around your naked thighs, the palms outlining their shape as they made their way to your backside, caressing and massaging the mounds that poked out from under the shirt’s hem.

God, you missed him and his presence.

He deepened the kiss when he licked into your mouth, challenging your dominance in the kiss. Your hands were in his hair and on his cheeks and neck before they dove back into his soft strands. One of his hands wandered inside your shirt, the trailing fingertips tickling the untouched skin on your hips and sides. You opened your mouth with a loud exhale and Baekhyun hummed again when you shimmied on his middle. Your hands now caressed his chest and pectorals, loving the feel of the ridges under your palms.

“Ah, babe,” you groaned when he cupped your mound and massaged it gently. He chased your lips as he lifted his head up a bit, tipping his chin up to reach your pink lips.

He moaned at the feel of the fullness of your breast and you were becoming affected quickly as well, heartbeat speeding up, his touches electrifying you into a sighing, whimpering mess.

“Hell, I need you,” he practically groaned into your mouth. He had been restless throughout the day, fighting the urge to take you just like that whenever he saw you as much as lean over the babies or feed them. The time he spent away from his family gave him a good idea of what was important in his life. Though time made him yearn for you more, he also realized that he just wanted to make you feel good, too. Having hardships with triplets, he had to make sure you would have some good time with him when the time allowed it.

Also, he almost couldn't believe the words you uttered today, only irking him more and making him curious about this new part of you that he and you were discovering at the same time. Baekhyun started to believe that whatever game he would start with you, you would continue.

You whimpered and pushed yourself lower so that you could tease him where he needed you the most. Baekhyun groaned loudly, head craning back to reveal his smooth neck that you didn't hesitate to kiss and bite gently, so as not to mark the skin.

“Missed me, oppa?” you breathed eagerly.

“Yeah, I missed my sweetest sweetheart so much, but,” he trailed off as one hand went up to cup your cheek, “now you have an idea what oppa had your photo for.” With a cheeky wink, he kissed you again and you swore you felt even more aroused than before, the whole idea of Baekhyun doing stuff while looking at the—

He made you squeal as he switched positions, your back gently colliding with the mattress as you tried to quieten your laugh. He nestled himself between your legs and with a bright, boyish smile dived back to kiss you senseless.

Even though he had your photo, a real you could never compare.

The next day you awoke too early, even before your babies could do the job for you. You were a little warm, and you had a queasy feeling in your tummy, almost as if you were nauseous. Quickly recollecting what you had the day before, you concluded you didn’t eat anything out of the ordinary. Yet the undeniable reflex to gag was still there.

You turned to the other side, facing Baekhyun who was still fast asleep. His bare shoulders were poking out from beneath the comforter and his hair was messy, most probably due to what you did last night.

You admired his sleeping features and he seemed so peaceful. There was a lot happening for him and you chastised yourself for giving him more things to worry about. Slowly you reached out and brushed some hair away from his eyes, his slumber so deep he didn’t even budge at your silk touch.

Since the uncomfortable feeling wasn’t going away, you slid out of the warm sheets quietly. You ignored the gentle throbbing between your legs and thighs, and went to the bathroom. Cold water and freshening up should be the cure to everything.

You were a little alarmed, because it couldn’t be what you were scared it could be. With a cringe, you remembered how last night went as well. Unable to pull out, passion and desire too strong to be careful about what consequences the action could lead to. And you could only slap your forehead for being irresponsible like that. Neither of you were horny teenagers, so why had it been so hard to behave recently?

“It’s impossible,” you murmured to yourself after finishing a quick, cold shower to make the feeling go away. “I can’t be pregnant...”

Thankfully, the shower did its magic and you made your way to the kitchen, ready to prepare breakfast and Baekhyun’s lunch for work.

Only then you were able to process something that you had completely forgotten about yesterday.

Kyunghee and the YouTube channel.

You were stirring the morning porridge when you pulled out your phone with a haste, your heart beating just a little faster than it was normal. Just as expected, you found many unopened messages from an eager Kyunghee. She linked the video in your chatroom and when you clicked on it, you were immediately met with your parents' house and her cheerful: “I'm at the Byun's!”

Your eyes automatically darted to the viewer count and your eyes doubled in size. “What!”

“What what?”

You whirled around from the stove to spot Baekhyun emerging from your bedroom, buttoning up his white shirt, the action immediately catching your eye. He was giving you a questioning look as he smirked.

“I just…” you sighed inwardly when you had yet another thing that you didn’t mention to him. Even though you didn’t fight, you were worried this would tick your husband off for real. You quickly turned off the stove and faced him.

“What is it, sweetheart?” he murmured, finishing the last button. He caressed your lower back after stopping in front of you, a hum following the action to coax you into talking. It was unconscious but you squeezed the phone in your hands and braced yourself.

“Honey, so you know how Kyunghee spent a lot of time with me and our munchkins?” you started, carefully picking your words as you stood up straight to face him. Your hand smoothened his chest, the surface dipping with the outline of his pectoral underneath. You went on to finger the buttons, innocently blinking up at him to ease the severity of your news to him.

Honestly, you yourself had no clue what to think of this. Your face wasn’t visible in the videos but your babies were exposed.

“Baby, as much as I’d love to give you time, I’ve got a morning lecture to do,” spoke up Baekhyun after going quiet on him. “Tell me.”

“So… Uh, Kyunghee is doing Youtube and she happened to make a video about me and our babies and so she uploaded that video and now it has almost one million views though yesterday it was only the half of it and I had no clue it will-“

“She what? The youtube video has… what,” he breathed in disbelief.

“Yeah, she uploaded a video and now it is trending and-“

“Show me,” he said, not waiting for you, instead stepping away so he could reach for your phone.

Your hand shot out to grab it and you blurted: “Maybe once you’re back!”

“Oh, darling, you just said my family is exposed to almost a million people and I should wait until evening to see the video?” he asked, scoffing. “I want to see it now.”

You whimpered, pushing out your lower lip at him. Baekhyun eyed your lip with amusement.

“C’mon, I don’t have a lot of time,” he reminded you with an eyebrow raise.

With a deep sigh, you unlocked your phone and then clicked to play the video. You sat up on the high chair and Baekhyun moved behind you, his arms circling your waist. “I just want to see you guys shine,” he whispered into your ear, kissing the shell of it gently. He didn’t want any funny thoughts entering your mind. Your heart skipped at his gentleness and you finally pressed play.

As you were watching the YouTube video in the kitchen, with his arms nestled under your breasts, you couldn’t help the wide smile whenever you saw your babies and your hands or half of your body.

Baekhyun chuckled lowly at some points; you felt his arms tighten when the video showed you struggling with the babies. Upon Junho appearing together with Sonhee for the slightest of moments, you felt him go a little motionless.

“There were so many people at the market,” you told him with a chirped voice to distract him, “and they were all so talkative and gossipy and just-” you sighed, “paying too much attention to me.”

Baekhyun let out a little laugh, his breath fanning your neck. He knew you were too shy when you received more attention than what you were used to receiving. “I don't like it,” he murmured with a small sigh eventually into your neck while his eyes were taking in the way the village boys were roaming around your stall, your mother diligently consulting the price while some of them were eyeing you. “I don't like them looking at you like that.”

An electric shock ran down your spine when he sounded so husky out of nowhere. Suddenly, you were all too aware of his intimate touch, the way he had you in his arms and his warm breaths on your skin. “It was just a market craze.”

“Market craze? Or my little lady craze?” he whispered.

You pinked under his strong spell; one week apart and you grew weaker. Baekhyun's power would always have the same magic it had on you years ago. You couldn't run away and hide.

Instead of replying, you only squirmed in his hold, and Baekhyun breathed a kiss on your neck. “I guess we both know the answer.”

You turned your head slightly and caught his eye instantly. “You’re not mad then?”

His features softened. “I’m not mad. I mean… wasn’t it fun? Kyunghee and her comments are so cute and it captures well the reality of having triplets.”

The video ended and Baekhyun reached out for your phone to scroll through the comments while you turned in the chair so you were facing him again. He had a slight frown as his thumb was scrolling too fast for you to catch up.

“Some people want you to reveal your face,” he murmured, engrossed, “and some want more tips from the cute mother. Oh, another one is asking if you have your own YouTube channel!” He looked up at you as if he had light-bulbs lighting up around him.

You shrugged. “I don’t…?”

Baekhyun mimicked your shrug and put your phone down. “But you could…?”

“Huh? Me? A YouTube channel? I don’t even have a camera!”

“Well, how did Kyunghee film?” he asked nonchalantly.

Did he really want that answer? “She got a camera as a gift.”

“No way,” Baekhyun blinked. “Who gives such expensive gifts in our village?”

You shrugged. “Ask her.”

“I’m sure you know it.”

“Well, I forgot!”

He sighed, albeit affectionately but he didn’t bug you. “You can make a video with your phone camera too.”

“I don’t know…” you trailed off, eyes going back down to the wooden floor.

As you tried to avoid his stare you realized that the babies had yet to wake up which was a surprise. They really slept through many hours and even though you checked them after waking up, it was still strange. “I will check the munchkins, they need feeding,” you murmured absolutely not trying to avoid the conversation.

“Honey,” he stopped you as you slid off the chair. “You can think about it and fill up your days with filming, that would be cool, right?”

“You’re right but… I’d have to figure it first out.”

“Just call Kyunghee and ask what she does, I bet she would be super happy to tell you. Especially since she is responsible for your fame now..”

Baekhyun was looking at you with sincere interest and a very sweet smile. He wanted you to give it a go. You seemed quite natural with the baby work, and talking like a good friend to the camera and, he had to admit, the both of you had something not many had - triplets.

And Baekhyun, as much as he tried not being busy, knew he couldn’t be by your and munchkins' side all the time. If this meant you’d finally find a hobby and become a little open to the world, he’d wanted you to try. He wanted you to go back to the way you used to be.

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A/N: The previous chapter ended with “double-trouble” and some of you didnt know what exactly it meant. The issues the couple has arent even directly about Junho anymore - its the communication that OC doesnt do well with Baek. I hope it was clear in this part ^^

Happy weekend! 💛🤗

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Turtle, Duck, Dragon, Horse: Ch. 8 excerpt

It’s a chilly afternoon when Bumi sits in on Hana’s worst training session since she arrived at Air Temple Island.

Under Jinora’s supervision, she and six other novitiates were walking the circle in a coordinated effort to create a sphere of solid wind nearly twice her height. Intimidating, but she’d managed it before. She actually wasn’t doing too terribly, until she caught sight of him out of the corner of her eye. Maybe it was excitement or performance anxiety or just the distraction, but that’s when it all went wrong. She immediately fell out of step with the others, but the more she tried to correct for it, the more unstable their formation became, until the sphere was a roiling squall-ball they were struggling just to contain.

Master Jinora stepped forward and summoned a gust with thought alone. “That’s, uh, impressive, but if you’ll slow down and back away, I can safely disper—”

Then it exploded, with a roar like a thunderclap in reverse. Thankfully, they were shielded from the worst of it by a barrier whipped up by their teacher, but it was a close thing.

Hana’s ears are still ringing when she makes in Bumi’s direction, ignoring the accusatory glances from her fellow novitiates. It’s obvious to all of them who messed things up, but they can’t prove anything, so whatever. Bumi, in contrast, just waves happily, absentmindedly petting Bum-Ju on his shoulder.

She stops five feet away from him and plants her hands on her hips. “What’re you doing here?”

“Hi to you, too,” he replies, slightly offended.

“Sorry, that sounded… I mean, did you need me for something?”

“Nope.”

“So, what, you popped by to watch me be a screw-up?”

“Well, I like to get a feel for where the newbies’re at. Didn’t think you’d be out with ‘em.”

She deflates a bit. “You saw how hopeless I am. I’ll be stuck with the newbies forever at this rate.”

“Nooo, no… Your bending’s just, uh, chaotic.” His smile is wide but not very convincing. Oh no. He’s trying to be nice. Her face burns at the realization. Pity is the last thing she wants from him, of all people.

He continues, “Form was great, though. Right, buddy?” He glances at the dragonfly-bunny, who shrugs. “Yeah, he thinks so, too.”

“…Thanks.” She stares past him, at the ground, wishing she were anywhere else. At the same time, Bumi’s easily her favorite person on Air Temple Island, and it’s usually such a treat being the focus of his attention. If only she could be anything other than a pathetic misfit in his eyes.

He puts a hand on her shoulder. “Hey, kid, don’t get hung up on it. We’ll figure it out.” His voice has gone all serious, worried.

“You don’t have to… be nice to me.”

“…Huh?”

“Because you feel sorry for me. I don’t want…” She feels her eyes flood with hot tears. In a panic, she slaps a hand over her face, harder than she intended. “Ow.”

Bumi clears his throat and calls over her head, across the courtyard, “Hey, Jinora, gonna steal Hana for a bit!”

“Oh, we’re all done!” she calls back, sounding less rattled than she probably feels. “No theft required.”

“Great! Seeya at dinner!” His hand slides down to Hana’s arm, sending a wave of goosebumps shivering along her shoulders and neck. She almost jumps when he mutters into her ear, “I know a good place to talk. No lookie-loos.”

Then they’re hurtling through the air, and she forgets about her shame for a sweet thirty seconds. His grip on her arm is firm, but she latches onto him anyway. Just survival instinct, she reminds herself, as she hears him laugh with her ear against his chest. He wraps an arm around her then, and she feels safer than she ever did on the ground.

Bumi sets them down in a little grassy clearing on the eastern edge of the island. It’s not far from one of his favorite places to have class, but without any obvious paths to it, you’d have to survey the island from the air to even know it exists. Or just know its layout like the back of your hand. It’s late afternoon, leaving most of it in the shade from nearby trees. What sunlight there is glows gold on dead grass. Framed by two stunted trees jutting from the cliff’s edge is the skyline of Republic City, painted gold as the grass. Bumi pulls a little ta-dah pose in front of it, which gets a smile out of her.

“That’s more like it,” he says, wearing his own smug grin. “Now what was that about you not wanting me to be nice?”

“I just meant…” She grasps at the air, like the words she needs to complete her thought are buzzing around her. “I don’t want you to feel like you have to go out of your way. For me.” It seems like a moot point now.

“Why not you?”

“I’m not cut out for this. You’re wasting your time.”

He laughs softly to himself and crosses his arms. For a moment, Hana’s terrified that he might be mocking her, but when he looks back up at her, his eyes are kind, and a little sad. “I know how ya feel,” he says with a shrug.

“How could you poss—”

Bumi just raises an eyebrow at her, and she slaps her hand over her face again. It stings worse than the first time, but she figures she deserves that.

“Fu— Nngh! I’m such an—” Hana drops down onto her haunches, holding her throbbing face in both hands. Maybe with enough pressure, she can shove the tears and snot back where they belong. “I’m sorry. Please don’t be mad.”

She hears him sit down across from her. “M’not mad, kid. Like I said, I’ve been where you are. More or less.” She steals a glance at him, seated maybe a foot away and wearing the city itself like his own personal aura. “I see you busting your ass to do what comes so easy to others, and I know what that does to ya. Shame and doubt. Anger. A lot of anger. It can make ya feel worthless…”

She nods and eases into a cross-legged sit, mirroring him.

“S’not true, though. Everyone’s worth something. You’re worth a lot. Trust me, I’ve got an eye for talent.” Bum-Ju, who’s been hovering at a respectful distance, picks that moment to park himself on her head. “See? So does he.”

Hana wipes her runny nose, trying to hide it at first, but Bumi’s expression is so genuinely affable that she feels silly for thinking he might judge her. He’s on her side. A goopy face won’t change that. For lack of better options, she wipes up with a sleeve.

Hands dry, she reaches up, tentatively, to pet the dragonfly-bunny. “Is it okay if I…?”

“That’s up to him.”

The spirit doesn’t flee at her touch. In fact, he leans into it. She gasps as she runs her fingers through his fur, which is easily the softest, silkiest texture she’s ever felt, like yarn spun from cloudstuff. To her surprise, he gives a happy little chirrup and plops into her lap, landing on his back.

“He says to tell you he wants belly rubs.”

“Heh. Okay.” Petting Bum-Ju is supremely soothing, like lemonade on a summer’s day. His quiet little chirps merge and blend into a purr, and she smiles again. How could she not?

“It… It’s humiliating. I knew training wasn’t gonna be easy, but this is like being a little kid all over again.” She runs a finger along the edge of one of the spirit’s strange insectoid wings. Like the fur, it doesn’t feel entirely substantial. “I was supposed to be an earthbender, y’know.”

“Yeah? Says who?”

“…My dad.”

“Hah! Ain’t that always the way?”

“Heh…”

“You don’t give me earthbender vibes at all. You’re too… squishy.”

Her head shoots up to glare at him, and she notices how the sunlight’s shifted since they arrived. Twilight’s creeping up fast. “Did you just call me squishy?”

She’s caught him off-guard, and he blushes at the unflattering implications of such a word choice. “That’s to say… Well, the way rocks aren’t, right? Does that make sense?”

“No…?”

“You’re, I dunno, airy.”

“So I’m squishy like air…?”

Bumi runs a hand through his hair in actual frustration. “Forget I said you were squishy!” He looks relieved when she giggles and clues him into her teasing.

“My point being,” she continues blithely, “I may be the worst airbender here, but I had no earth talent whatsoever. Dad was not pleased. I never even wanted to do it, except to please him.”

“Sorry.”

“I have a little brother, though, and he’s brilliant with earth. Stone, glass, metal. You name it. Guess it worked out for Dad in the end, but I always… Even though it was crazy, I always wanted to fly. Not in an airship, but like the birds do. It never seemed fair.” She winces at how naive that sounds. “After Harmonic Convergence, I thought, y’know, finally. This is who I’m supposed to be.” Sympathy fills the lines around Bumi’s eyes and mouth, and she looks back down at the fuzzy spirit in her lap. She gives him some experimental chin scritches, which seem to go over well. “But it’s been more than three months now, and I’m still… I’m just a screw-up.”

“You’re the best teaching assistant I’ve ever had.”

Hana blinks. “Aren’t I the only one you’ve ever had?”

“Nah, I used to spend summers teaching new recruits arts ‘n’ crafts.”

“That doesn’t make any sense.”

“Says somebody who has no idea how boring it can get on a tour of duty! Keeping your hands busy staves off Sea Madness. And fistfights… Well, that is until somebody badmouths another guy’s macramé. I’ve been called as a witness at some crazy court martials, lemme tell ya.”

“I… Wow, okay. I guess you’d know.”

“And before I forget, let’s get one thing clear,” says Bumi, leaning forward and pointing right in her face. “I like being around you. Aren’t we friends?”

What’s the appropriate response to that? “You… friend… with me?” Well, it’s definitely not that. “I guess I didn’t… I thought you were just trying to figure me out. What’s wrong with me, I mean.”

“That, too, but hey! We have fun, right?”

“Yeah?”

“There ya go! Friends!”

She laughs. She can’t help it. Seeing the way Bumi’s face lights up only makes her laugh harder. Bum-Ju launches clear of her lap as she doubles over. Collapsed on the grass, she finally admits, “Okay! We’re friends! I guess!”

“So…” Only when she sees his shoulders relax does Hana realize how tense he’s been this whole time. “You always wanted to fly, huh?”

“Oh, yeah. More than anything. Thought I could grow up to be a bird if I put in the effort, but I was forced to develop an overactive imagination instead.”

“Sounds like a fun story.”

She pushes herself back into a sitting position and picks bits of grass out of her hair. She could do with a trim, now that she’s thinking about it. “Not a whole lot to tell. I was basically a toddler, and I don’t remember much.”

“Yeah?” Bumi’s grinning at her. He grins a lot, to be fair, but he has a different style for every occasion. Goofball, smart-ass, encouraging, nervous, and so on. This is a pure look of amused contentment, just for her. It makes her feel all gooey inside, but in a nice way, no snot involved.

“Hm. Well, okay. Mom did tell me about one time she found me eating worms out of the garden.”

“Hah! What’d it taste like?”

“Slimy dirt, probably? I only know it happened from Mom. Like I said, toddler.”

Bumi scratches his neck and looks off to the side, like he’s debating something with himself, then says, “I jumped off cliffs a lot.”

“Wow. Dark.”

“Into the water! Got pretty good at climbing. Diving, too, but that’s just, y’know, falling with style.”

“Umbrellas.” He looks at her expectantly, eyes glittering like chips of ice. They might be the palest she’s ever seen, and if they aren’t the most beautiful, they’re definitely in the top five. That’s a strange thought. Despite his age, he’s actually quite handsome. In fact, the wrinkles themselves emphasize his features in a way she didn’t realize she appreciated until just now. They tell a story of a life well-lived.

A quirk of his eyebrows reminds her that she’s in the middle of a conversation, during which she’s just said “umbrellas” and stared at him for ten seconds.

“W-well. Um. I saw this character in a storybook who flew around with an umbrella, so I found the biggest one I could and ran down the street, screaming my head off the whole time.” Hana feels herself blush at the admission. “That part seemed important for some reason. I was, like, five.”

“How’d that go?”

“As I recall, I broke the umbrella, and several people called the cops. They thought I was escaping from a murderer or something. Can’t imagine why.”

Bumi just laughs. Hana revels in it until he quiets enough to keep telling him embarrassing things about herself.

“Then there was the time I spent a month collecting loose feathers around my neighborhood and stuffed them all in my shirt,” she says, with a bit of added pantomime. “Was gonna jump out the apartment window, but I chickened out.”

“So… it worked?”

“Shut up. You are horrible, and I hate you now.”

“Minus 57 points for disrespecting your elder.”

“Hey, it’s not my fault they dress me like a giant baby.” She tugs at a corner of the scarlet shawl sewn around the shoulders of her standard-issue Air Nomad pajamas. They both snicker.

Then Bumi sits up straight like he’s been struck by lightning. “I got it!”

“Hm?”

“A wingsuit. Try one on!”

“That’s not really allowed unless you’ve qualified, though.”

“Eh, if you get in trouble, I’ll smooth it over,” he says with a little hand wave. “It could be just the confidence boost you need to get over whatever mental block is tripping you up.” He gestures at his own outfit. “Think about it. The right uniform can totally change how you see yourself. And I should know.”

“That’s a good point, but…” Hana shrugs and makes various non-committal noises. What she doesn’t mention is her discomfort at the snugness of the wingsuit’s fit. As ridiculous as the pajamas look on her, they’re at least loose and comfortable. Squeezing into a skintight flight suit to practice—probably clumsily as ever—is just another humiliation waiting to happen. It does give her an idea, though.

“Remember when I told you how I’ve had a bit of Kyoshi Warrior training?” she asks with a little smirk.

“I remember you not flipping me, even after I asked nicely.”

“Well, I might still have my fan lying around somewhere…”

#text #bumi ii #lok bumi #lok fanfic #fanfic #tddh #oc hana #hana #hanumi #yes i'm shipping bumi with my oc fight me

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Because Two People Got Drunk: 35

Chapter 35

Series Masterlist

A/N: Thank you to the anon who gave a suggestion for this. I honestly hadn’t considered it in the story; but it actually made sense given how little Fred and Y/N had spent talking about it.

Warning: Angst, swearing, mentions of cheating, smut

Word Count: 7100

You are in the lobby of the hockey arena waiting for Oliver. The twins are asleep in their stroller; you gently rocking it back and forth to help them nap. The game ended over twenty minutes ago and Fred went to the change room to help get him out of his hockey equipment.

It’s been a couple weeks since Fred’s injury; he has been home for most of it. When at the rink he has been spending his time with trainers off the ice. That was until yesterday, he managed to do a short session with the goalie coach and some basic drills but likely won’t be back until after Christmas.

You know it’s been hard for him, since that game the team fell into a slump. They have won a few games in regulation, but overall the team is struggling being outplayed and outscored. The hardest part for him is feeling completely helpless because he is sidelined.

As he started to improve he was able to spend more time with the kids; and Oliver has been loving getting all the cuddles from Fred. Today Fred decided to join you at Oliver’s hockey game.

You were a little unsure of the idea, not wanting it to be too much for him, but he reassured you he would be fine; and once Oliver heard you knew there was no way Fred wouldn’t come. After helping Oliver get in his equipment Fred told you he was beaming in the change room; his smile never fading, introducing Fred to everyone though he has already met them earlier in the season.

You look down at your watch; it’s almost 10:45, your stomach growling loudly. You ate breakfast at seven, but around now you normally would have a snack but forgot to pack something. The little baby in your belly really making the eating for two seem like a reality right now. Finally you see Fred leave the change room carrying Oliver’s hockey bag in one hand and holding his hand with his other.

Your son is practically skipping as he makes his way down the hall. As soon as he sees you he releases Fred’s hand and takes off running to you “Mommy!”

You catch him mid jump “good game buddy!” you say squeezing him.

“Did you see me?”

“Yeah you were great” you reply “you played awesome. Looked like your daddy in net” you say and he smiles at your words. The biggest compliment for him is being compared to his hero.

“Where is your dad?” you ask him realizing Fred hasn’t made his way to you.

“People wanted his picture” Oliver shrugs confused.

“Yeah people are excited to see him” you respond scanning around the hockey arena.

As soon as you sat down there was whispers and a couple kids came up asking for pictures. It’s something you have learned to get used to over the past few years.

Fred is always willing to take pictures with fans, especially kids. Every time he apologizes even though you have told him countless times you don’t mind. You love how he interacts with fans, and how taking a few minutes makes their day. While you understand how important fan engagement is, Oliver doesn’t understand the hype around it. To him Fred and all the other players are just people, normal people he knows.

“Did you see my save? The one I stopped with my stick” you hear Oliver ask and you dive into a conversation with your son about his game.

Your eyes find Fred standing with a woman and her son, who is Oliver’s age. You engage in the conversation with your son but can help and notice the large smile on her face, how her dark brown hair shines under the lights. While it’s not uncommon for Fred to talk to the parents of young fans, you notice how close she is standing and how her child doesn’t seem interested in him at all.

You gently set Oliver on the ground while the two of them continue to chat away. You drop random “uh huh” or an “oh really” but you lose all focus when you watch her hand touch his bicep while they laugh at something he said.

You swallow a lump in your throat and take a deep breath but it doesn’t stop you from feeling like the walls are shattering around you. You hear Oliver babbling away but his voice continues to fade away into the background. Your stomach almost jumps into your throat and your chest tightens. You tell yourself it’s nothing, that you don’t be concerned. And you almost believe it, that is until you watch her stroke up his arm.

“Mommy” Oliver pulls on your sleeve and grabbing your attention.

“Yeah bud” you say snapping your eyes down to his.

“I said I’m thirsty” he repeats.

“Oh” you reply with a shaky voice. You fumble into your bag and pull out your water bottle handing it to him. When you look back to where Fred was you notice he is gone and you turn your attention back to Oliver

Finally you feel the familiar touch of Fred’s hand on your back and he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. Your entire body stiffens against his touch, you reach down to take the bottle back from Oliver to hide the real reason you pulled away.

“Ready?” he asks taking the stroller from you, while you take Oliver's hand as he skips in excitement. The drive is filled with Oliver’s excited chatter from the back seat, you stare out the window not having much to say.

Fred’s hand reaches across the car finding your stomach, slowly rubbing over your bump. You relax into the seat, Fred chuckling while Oliver rambles on about his friends on his team. You replay the scene from the arena over and over in your head, you remember she was in the stands; her son having played against Oliver. But did she look towards Fred, did his eyes wander?

“Can I mom?” Oliver calls out and Fred gently nudges you with his hand.

“Hmm what was that?” you ask being brought back from your trance.

You feel Fred glare at you from the side of his eye “Kyle said I could have a sleepover at his house” he repeats “can I?”

You chuckle slightly knowing this is one of his friends on the team, after every game or practice he always has something funny to tell you that Kyle said or did. “I’ll have to talk to his parents” you respond.

“Yeah talk to them mommy” he cheers and Fred laughs shaking his head.

“We will but not today, we have the party this afternoon” Fred says pulling into your driveway.

As soon as the car is in park Oliver jumps out the car “when’s the party daddy?”

“In a couple hours” he says grabbing Noah “after lunch.”

Oliver runs into the house leaving his boots and coat in a pile on the floor and making his way to the living room. You take the twins and follow him while Fred takes his hockey equipment to air out. You have a relaxing afternoon, Oliver plays with his Lego and various toys, the twins nap and play on their activity mat. You rest on the couch scrolling through your phone aimlessly.

Multiple times over the next few hours you feel Fred’s eyes find you. His eyes are soft but full of concern. He can sense something is wrong, but he also doesn’t know if it’s just the pregnancy dragging you down today. Instead of asking he gives you time in case you are just tired, thinking maybe you just need some time to rest.

“The boys are cute” Kathy says giving you a hug while you stand at the snack table. You laugh lightly seeing the twins in plaid shirts and vests, one of them held in Fred’s arm while Oliver immediately took off to find his friends. You didn’t dress them, Fred actually had their coats on before you came downstairs so you had no idea all your boys were matching until you got here.

He bounces them in his arms and shoots you a smile when he catches you staring. He aims them towards you and their green eyes light up when they see you. A half smile crosses your face, but Fred senses the emptiness behind it and a scowl crosses his. You look away with a displeased groan grabbing a cup.

“How are you doing?” she asks as you pour some water.

“We’ve been good; now that Fred’s symptoms are mostly gone it’s been better. Oliver loves having him around though” you respond taking a sip.

“That’s great but I asked how you are. Seems like something is going on” she says softly. “Having him at home the past few weeks should be good. You two are almost nauseating to watch sometimes. You came in after him, and haven’t spent a second beside him and don’t think I didn’t see whatever that was” her index finger pointing between the two of you.

You laugh a little and turn towards her “we’re fine” you lie.

You hear her groans as she grips your hand pulling you down the hall to the bathroom, locking the door behind you. “Spill.”

You roll your eyes and back up against the counter. Anyone else wouldn’t have given you a second glance, some would have bought your fake smiles and those that didn’t would have assumed it was hormones or exhaustion from the pregnancy. But not Kathy; she knows you too well.

You start by telling her how it’s nothing and how you are overreacting; that you are likely reading too far into it. You get into the woman at Oliver’s hockey game, how they seemed to be really close, too close. You tell her how when he said something she touched his arm and gently grazed over his muscles.

You ramble for twenty minutes and at the end finish by saying how you have no idea what they talked about. It could have been about him donating time or merchandise for a charity event; that they were so far away you couldn’t hear anything.

You expect her to tell you you’re overthinking it. That it could have been nothing, or maybe she was trying to flirt with him but that doesn’t mean anything. That you can’t get upset over what strangers do. That just because she flirted with Fred it doesn’t mean he flirted back.

Instead she takes a deep breath and walks over to you, wrapping her arms around you. She holds you for a few minutes saying nothing. The silence is deafening; you swear you feel the walls closing in around you before you finally speak.

“During the playoffs last year when I was pregnant Fred kissed someone else.”

You can tell by her silence and that her eyes not meeting yours that she already knew that.

You thought saying those words would be liberating; finally telling someone what he did. Instead you feel yourself fall apart, sobbing into her shoulder. Your hands tighten around her back, clenching on the fabric of her sweater. Your body shakes against hers; warm tears staining her shirt.

Her hands gently run up and down your back; soothing you. You grip her shirt tighter, swallowing the lump in your throat until your eyes begin to dry.

“Sounds like you and him have some stuff to talk about.”

You thought this had been left in the past, you had accepted and processed it and dealt with all your emotions. But now after watching what should have been a harmless interaction you realize you have some unresolved feelings and paranoia. Likely because you never had a dedicated conversation about everything that happened.

You basically shut Fred out for days while you processed everything. You wanted to calm down and think over everything; make sure you didn’t say something you would regret. Once you had your time you were going to invite Fred to share your bed again and begin to have the conversations needed to move on.

Then the car accident happened. Fred tried to talk with you after but at that point it didn’t seem important to you. You had long decided you were going to forgive him, and with everything that happened focusing on your recovery and the twins seemed more important than tearing open old wounds.

You and Fred should have sat down; even for a brief conversation. What happened today should have been nothing, it shouldn’t have triggered you the way it did. Fred didn’t do anything besides stop to take a picture with a child; this woman decided to touch him. And he was at your side in under a minute of that happening, making it pretty obvious he got away as quick as possible. If your trust hadn’t of become fractured seven months ago you wouldn’t be in your head right now.

Once you return to the party you feel Fred’s eyes immediately find you. He can see the redness in your eyes and the puffiness of your cheeks. He knows you have been crying, but what makes it worse is you are blocking him out. You can feel the pleading of his eyes, but you can’t bring yourself to make eye contact.

He watches while you get a snack, while you chat with some of the women. He smiles watching you and Oliver decorate stockings, part of the Christmas crafts the team has set up. He laughs watching when Oliver shakes his, spilling the excessive amount of glitter onto your lap. To everyone else you seem happy, like you are having a great night.

You feel his eyes burning a hole in you and eventually find his gaze, his entire face lights up; he thinks maybe he was right, maybe the pregnancy is just tiring you out. But Fred sees the emptiness behind your eyes, the hollowness in the half smile. You swear you hear his heart fall as you pull your eyes from him.

“You ready for Santa” you ask walking up beside Fred a few moments later; bouncing the twins in your arms. They coo in response having no idea what you are saying. But Oliver who is clinging to Fred’s neck cheers in response.

“When is Santa coming daddy?” he asks eyes lighting up.

“I heard that his sleigh landed on the roof a few minutes ago” he says and you watch as Oliver’s eyes go wide. You hear some jingling of bells and Oliver drops down eagerly running to the group of children. The entire room erupts as he walks in, but Fred places a hand on the small of your back pulling you into his chest.

“You okay?” he asks softly leaning close to your ear.

You give him a small nod in response, his breath on your neck would normally ignite your core, send a dampness between your legs but today it doesn’t. Today it irritates you but Fred doesn’t stop trying to break your walls down.

“Don’t lie to me” he says pulls Lucas from you, his hand resting gently on your hip as he places a soft kiss on your temple.

“It’s nothing” you lie shifting on your feet to pull away from him ever so slightly.

“Are we seriously going to play this game (Y/N)” he groans. “Just tell me.”

“Not here” you hiss in response.

“So it is something” he says.

“Yes” you retort. As you begin to walk away you hear Fred sigh loudly but he uses his better judgement and doesn’t follow you.

He joins you for a family picture with Santa, and even asks Sid to take the twins so the two of you can get a picture just the two of you. Apart from that he gives you space while also remaining close.

You can tell he is bothered he comes up beside you a couple times and tries to talk to you, but each time his mouth falls shut and he saunters off. He has no idea what he did, and how could he? How could he know you’re actually bothered by something that happened months ago?

After buckling everyone in the car Fred climbs out of the back, you place your bags and coats on the floor before closing the door. When you turn around Fred is waiting off to the side. He opens your door for you but instead of getting in you walk into his chest.

After the immediate shock Fred’s arms wrap around you. You feel the tears prick the sides of your eyes, but you sniffle them away. He feels your body gently heave and tightens his grip around you, holding you close; his body keeping you sheltered from the crisp Pittsburgh air.

You sigh against him and pull away, wordlessly climbing into the car. Fred gently shuts the door and gets in the driver’s side, you can tell he is confused but he says nothing starting the drive home. It’s a silent drive, you staring out the passenger window, Fred turns the volume of the radio down until it’s almost inaudible, you don’t need to turn around to see that all your sons have fallen asleep.

Once home you carefully take Oliver to bed and tuck him while Fred does the same with the twins. You change into some pyjamas and begin your night routine. At some point Fred comes in the bathroom to brush his teeth. Normally he would wait in the bathroom for you, his hand resting on your bump, groaning when you reach for another product instead of being done and ready for bed. You would shoot him a playful smirk and he would resume his post patiently waiting for you finish.

But not tonight, tonight he leaves once he is done; letting you finish your routine alone. You wash your face, brush out your hair and pull it into a loose bun on the top of your head. When you are finally done you find Fred sitting on the end of the bed waiting for you.

“Hey” he says seeing you nervously playing with his hands

“Hey” you reply shooting him a soft smile. You sit beside him curling your legs up on the mattress.

“What’s going on?” he chuckles awkwardly.” I replayed today through my head a million times from every angle and I have no idea what I did” he huffs. “We had coffee in bed before the boys woke up and it was great. We had breakfast and got ready for hockey everything was great until the party. Something shifted and I don’t know what. Did I leave some dishes in the sink or some socks on the floor? Did I say something stupid, like what did I do?”

“Nothing” you whisper.

“No don’t say nothing. Something is wrong so tell me. What did I do wrong?” he shifts closer to you and rests his hand on your ankle. You see the pleading in his eyes as he gently lifts your chin.

“You didn’t do anything” you repeat, Fred shaking his head running his hand through his hair frustrated at your response. You grip his hand and bring it back down to the bed “you didn’t do anything…today.”

“What does that mean?” he scoffs.

“After the game when you were walking back to the lobby you were stopped for pictures and what not by some people” he nods slightly. “Well a woman came up to you, dark hair.”

“Yeah her son wanted a picture” he explains.

“Right well I saw that, but then the two of you talked for a couple minutes. She was standing really close and I saw her touch your arm, and I don’t know it made me jealous or something.”

“Babe I didn’t want anything to do with her, I basically ran back to you right after that. I mean she’s not my type you don’t have to worry” he replies.

“Wait I don’t have to worry because she isn’t your type” you rise to your feet walking away.

“That’s not what I meant, they are two separate statements” you hear the sound of his footsteps getting closer. “Even if she was my type you wouldn’t have to worry, you’re it for me babe” he comes up resting his hands on your hip his voice low and in your ear. “You’re the only one I have eyes for. Nobody else elske.”

“But that hasn’t always been the case” you say pushing his hands off your hips. “I mean seven months ago you kissed someone else.”

You hear him sigh behind you and you take a large gulp. You turn around to face him seeing regret fill his face. His face falls and you blink through your pain before continuing “seeing that today bothered me and I know it shouldn’t. I knew nothing happened but it really bothered me. Eight months ago it wouldn’t have, but after finding out about you…I…I don’t know” you shake the image from your head, trying to compose yourself.

Fred walks over to you and wraps his arms around you “I get it babe” he sighs .

“I guess I thought I was fine. That I was over it, it didn’t bother me. But it does bother me” you say choking on some sobs. Fred tightens his grip on you, completely engulfing you in his arms while you begin to sob against his chest. You clench his t-shirt while warm tears roll down your cheeks.

“Let’s talk about it then. Whenever you’re ready, and as much as you need” he says hands finding the back of your neck to hold you tight against him.

“I want to” you take a deep breath and wipe the side of your eye “now.”

You walk over to the bed and sit down crossing your legs, Fred joins sitting a few feet from you waiting for you to start. You sit in silence for a few minutes trying to find the words, not knowing where to start.

“I know you love me” you grab his hands in yours. “I know you would do anything for me, our family. But it’s not easy. We only got together because I got pregnant, if I didn’t I don’t think we’d be here.”

As you talk you watch his facial expression change; he stares at you like you’re crazy. Like he has no idea where that is coming from; because he never felt that way and doesn’t want you to. And it something that has been mentioned a few times, and you know it irritates him when anyone thinks that way. But it kills his to think you believe it.

“I don’t think that’s true babe. I mean yeah that brought us together, but we took our time. We built this right and we wouldn’t be here after all this time if we only were together because of you getting pregnant. It was almost two years after we got pregnant that we finally figured out or feelings and got together. If we were only together because of Ollie we would have been together from the start and it likely wouldn’t have been so hard. We both wouldn’t have gotten hurt so much in the process.”

“Okay but I get insecure because of that, and women constantly throw themselves at you which doesn’t help. But I was able to ignore it befre, let it all become background noise until you kissed someone. Now I see someone flirt with you and I can’t help but be jealous” you say through foggy eyes.

“I know I’m not always easy to be with” he shifts to be closer to you, pulling you into his lap “but I love you so much.”

“I never doubted that” you whine against his chest looking down in your lap. You nervously pick at your nails, trying to avoid eye contact “I just. I don’t know, I don’t know what I’m saying or what I want.”

Silence fills the air and you sense his hesitation “do you still want me, to be with me?”

“What” your head snaps up finding his dark eyes glazed with tears “of course I do.”

“Still want to marry me” he whispers afraid of the answer.

“Yes Frederik of course I do.”

“Do you want me to go to a hotel, give you some time –“

“No Fred I don’t want that” you almost snap at his questions. “I just need you to know that what you did hurt, and sometimes it still bothers me. The last time you cheated on me I was pregnant, and I’m pregnant again now so it’s hard. It’s hard because I want to trust it won’t happen again and I do trust it; until something happens and I doubt everything.”

You hear him mumble a fuck against your hair finally putting together your struggles. You practically hear the wheels stop turning as he finally has connected all the dots that led to your pain. It’s not that you are worried about him cheating, you are worried the stress of the pregnancy will get to him and it will happen again.

His hand rests on your waist, hesitantly finding its way onto your bump. You hear Fred sniffle as some tears land in your hair. The past 12 weeks you have had fears of Fred cheating on you again, dreams of that day and thanks to your pregnancy they have been vivid.

In some dreams it’s almost like you are replaying that day, you get sent a picture. Another dream or more like nightmare is you walking in to your bedroom and he is in bed buried deep inside another woman. You know these are just dreams but it doesn’t help your anxiety.

He runs his hand up and down your arm while you soak his shirt with your tears. He continues to try to soothe you but his attempts fail and you begin to sob uncontrollably. He holds you tight, you don’t even know for how long.

Finally your body relaxes and the tears in your eyes have dried, bottom lip stopped trembling. Your vision is still slightly blurred but you tilt your head to look at Fred showing your puffy cheeks. His face is wrecked with emotion; eyes wet with his own tears.

“I hate when you cry, but it’s so much worse when I’m the cause of it” he says laughing through his tears. You bring your thumb up to wipe his away, he gently rests his cheek against your palm.

“I love seeing you pregnant, I always have. There is something about seeing the woman I love carry my baby; words can’t even describe the feeling” you smile slightly at his words. “And I am so sorry I took what should be an amazing beautiful time” his hand lands on your stomach and he softly strokes over it “and put seeds of doubt into it. But tell me what you need to make this better. Whether it’s a night away, or a puppy or if you need to hit me whatever it is lets do it.”

“I don’t need or want to hit you” you laugh slightly. “And a puppy would be way too much work right now.” Fred’s lips gently land on your forehead as he rocks you back and forth. You relax into his touch bringing your hand through his beard and onto his chest. “I don’t know if there is any one thing; if the situation was reversed and I kissed someone do you think there is one thing that could fix it?”

He doesn’t respond. You don’t know if it’s because he doesn’t know or doesn’t want to say it; not that you were expecting a response.

“Honestly I’m drained; me and the baby just want to curl up under the blankets and get some sleep” you sigh.

“Okay” he whispers pulling his hands away from you.

Your body is weak as you crawl out his lap; slipping under the cold sheets. Fred sits at the bottom of the bed not sure if you want him to join. You fold the blanket on his side down and tap the empty space and he quickly fills it, not needing to be told twice.

He lies on his back not bothering to pull the blankets up his body. His gaze locks on your ceiling, but you can see his pupils shifting as he replays the conversation; or maybe that night eight months ago. You slide closer to Fred and rest your hand on his chest, using his bicep as a pillow.

His hand lands on your back and he pulls you in close, almost as if he’s afraid he’ll lose you. You can feel the tension exuding off of him and can hear his uneasy breathing. After the night you had you are mentally exhausted and practically fall asleep instantly, though you know Fred will be awake for hours.

The next morning you wake up on your side facing away from Fred, some of the morning light beginning to trickle through your blinds. You don’t need to look at your clock to know you are earlier than normal; the kids likely sleeping for another 45 minutes.

You roll over and Fred is staring at the ceiling the same position you left him in last night. The bags under his eyes and red in his pupils telling you he didn’t sleep well. While you were emotionally drained and fell asleep relatively easily, you felt Fred tossing and turning beside you which woke you up multiple times.

“Hey” he whispers a faint smile finding his face when he sees you. “How’d you sleep?”

Shifting in your sheets, you embrace the exhaustion carried over from the night before. Normally you would try to fall back asleep until the twins cried over the monitor or you hear Oliver footsteps running down the hall towards your room.

“Okay” you yawn. Fred smiles lightly brushing your hair from your forehead.

“Not sleep good?” you ask, he shakes his head in response.

“How could I?” he sighs turning his gaze back to the ceiling.

“Sorry” you whisper.

“No you don’t have anything to apologize for. I fucked up and your feelings are valid”

“I kind of feel better, I think maybe I just had to get it all out. Tell you how I was feeling” you say crawling over to him. It’s not a lie, you didn’t necessarily need anything to happen or for Fred to do anything He just needed to know how you felt, be aware of the problem. Maybe if you hadn’t brushed it under the rug many months ago your feelings would be resolved.

“I’m glad” he responds his lips hesitantly press to your forehead. You melt into his touch, your hand sliding up his shirt feeling his warm skin under your nails. You tilt your head gently pressing your lips to Fred’s.

You can sense his hesitation as you crawl on him sinking into the kiss. You know he can taste your morning breath but he doesn’t care, opening his mouth to allow you entrance. His lips are slightly chapped like usual as your tongue swipes along his lower lip; he moans when you suck on his lower lip pulling it back slightly.

His hands tentatively find your hips holding you on his stomach. Your tongue slides inside his mouth, your hand finding his rough beard and gently rakes through it. Your mouths move in sync with one another, his hands slowly begin to wander around to the back of your thighs before returning to your hips. You gently grind down on him, feeling his tip separated by some thin fabric between your cheeks. After a few minutes Fred pulls away leaving the two of you gasping for air.

“I’m sorry I made you feel like this. I never want you to be insecure, especially because of me” he whispers. He gently pushes you onto your back, him resting on his side. “You’re it for me, my other half; my better half. You complete me and I never want you to worry. No other girl has a shot with me” his mouth attaches to your neck peppering you with soft kisses.

“You are the only girl I want to curl up beside after a game. The only girl who will make me watch the Notebook only to turn it off with 15 minutes left because it’s too sad to finish.” You roll your eyes at that but can’t help a grin from crossing your face.

He crawls on top of you; your hands stroking along his biceps. “You’re the only girl I want stealing my sweaters, the only girl I want to kiss” he briefly presses his lips to yours. His knee gently finds a spot between your legs spreading them open a couple inches.

You moan ever so lightly you aren’t even sure Fred heard it until he smirks against your lips. “You’re the only girl I want to make those sounds come out of.” You clear your throat and bite your bottom lip as Fred’s mouth presses to the side of your neck. Your eyelashes kiss your cheek your body squirming while wetness begins to pool in your core.

“You’re the only girl I want to touch” he gently presses a kiss to your jaw bone, a finger trailing down your arm. “The only girl I want to taste” he licks along your collarbone. He places warm open mouth kisses on your collarbone finding its way to your sweet spot.

A light giggle falls from your lips as his mustache tickles your ear. You know Fred is enjoying this but he won’t touch you further until you allow it.

“Freddie” you moan and feel him smirk against your neck.

“Yes smuk” he mumbles against your skin as goosebumps begin to form.

“I need you” you moan out softly. Before you even finish getting the words out your shirt is off, his large hands finding your breasts, easily cupping them in his palm. His movements are soft and gentle as he waits for your response.

He massages your breast in one hand; gently rolling the nipple through his finger. You gasp at the feeling, them being slightly sensitive from the pregnancy. Fred eases his touch but doesn’t pull away; his mouth dipping down to suck on your other breast.

Your back arches in response soft moans escaping your lips. You expect him to continue down your body but he continues to work on your breasts for a few more minutes. You feel your cunt dripping your hands finding his hair. Instead of tangling your fingers in his hair you try to push his large frame down further and earn a deep seeded chuckle from him.

“Someone’s eager” he mumbles against you; soft curse words fall from your lips. His hand slides down your body slipping inside your pyjama pants. His fingers graze over your folds coating them in your juices. He smirks against your breast “very eager eh” he jokes feeling your wetness.

His large hands easily push your pants down your legs, they bunch just below your knees. He continues to suck on your breast while his hand caresses up the back of your thigh. He gives your ass a squeeze, pulling your body down the bed until your pussy finds his thigh.

He flexes his muscular thigh, your pussy trembling on him. You begin to slowly roll your hips in search of more friction. Fred lets out a soft moan at the feeling of his muscles pressing against your throbbing clit.

His hands find your hip, rough fingers digging in, encouraging the motion of your hips. His lips still wrapped around one of your hardened nipples. Breathy whimpers leaving your mouth as you grind your hips against him; earning a few low groans from him. Your moans turn to whimpers needing more contact.

“Fred please” you whine voice thick with need and desperation.

He releases his mouth from your breast and slowly trails down your body. When he reaches your pelvis he sucks hard likely leaving a mark; his nails digging into your hips. He hooks your legs over his shoulders his mouth places soft kisses on the inside of your thighs.

His arms wrap around your waist, pinning you to the bed as he bites up your thigh. Your head falls into the pillow and your eyes rolling into the back of your head. Even though he has barely touched you the anticipation almost has you going over the edge.

You gasp when his lips finally attach to your clit, placing some soft kisses on your folds. He pulls back, lips ghosting barely a centimeter from your skin causing your hips to buck up. Fred flattens his tongue and licks a stripe up; a dark groan leaves Fred’s throat tasting your wetness. Your back begins to arch but his grip tightens holding you to the bed.

His tongue slowly slips inside your walls and your hands tangle into his messy locks, gripping tight to the scalp as his tongue moves in and out of you. Your thighs tighten around his head, Fred groaning under you. His nose presses into your clit as whispered curse words fall from yours.

He flicks his tongue inside you, curling in your walls. His teeth gently graze your folds; you breathe out a fuck as the coil in your abdomen gets painfully tight. You aren’t sure if Fred heard you or if he can sense it, until you hear him hum in response.

You tremble knowing you are hanging on the edge, “I’m gonna cum” you manage to pant out. You feel Fred smirk below you but he doesn’t let up, continuing to fuck his tongue in and out of you.

Your eyes squeeze shut as the coil inside you snaps; your orgasm washing over you. Fred works you through your high groaning as you flutter around his mouth. An incoherent noise leaves your lips the heels of your feet digging into his back. Finally you come down from your high Fred’s tongue slowing. You are breathless as your eyes flutter open looking down to meet Fred’s gaze. His mouth releases your swollen bud and he drops your legs; pulling your pyjamas back up your legs.

He slowly crawls up your body, your juices dripping from his beard. He places a trail of soft kisses up your chest. Your hands release his hair sliding down to his beard pulling his face to yours. You guide his mouth to yours moaning when you taste yourself.

His tongue slides in but before you can deepen it you hear a cry over the baby monitor. You pull apart with a groan; Fred’s head turning to the screen.

“I think he’s still asleep” Fred says after a couple minutes “got a couple more minutes” he mumbles against your neck. He falls beside you pulling you into his chest while your head turns to look at him. He softly brushes your sweaty hair from your forehead.

“I’m sorry for yesterday” he says softly “and more importantly seven months ago.”

“I know” your lips gently press against his.

“If something bothers you please tell me” he says and you smile lightly in response. “And if you need to talk about what happened more, bring it up. No matter what.”

“I will, promise” you smile

“No matter how uncomfortable it’s better for us to talk these things through now then let them stew inside.”

“I know” you nod against him. Fred smiles down at you and brings his lips back down to yours. You gently play with the baby hairs on the nape of his neck. The kiss is soft and slow; his tongue swiping inside your mouth. When you pull away Fred’s forehead gently presses against yours.

Your hands gently play with his beard, a wide grin glued to your face. Fred crawls beside you his hand finds your stomach “any movements yet?”

“I’m only 13ish weeks babe” you laugh “that probably won’t happen for another five weeks or so.”

“I know I just love the little kicks” he places another soft kiss on your cheek when you hear another cry from the nursery.

“I got it babe” he whispers crawling out of bed. When the door closes you find your shirt knowing your time in bed will be ending soon. You hear the nursery door open on the monitor, and your gaze meets the screen. You feel your heart skip a beat watching Fred.

He pulls Noah from his crib, blowing a raspberry on his stomach. Noah’s little laugh is loud enough you can almost hear it down the hall.

He engages in a random conversation with him while changing his diaper and getting him ready for the day. Before he finishes Lucas stirs in his crib and Fred turns his attention to him repeating everything with him. After finishing he leaves the nursery and you hear his footsteps on the hardwood and the door slowly creaks open.

The twins faces light up when they see you and Fred crawls back into bed handing Noah to you. “Hi buddy” you smile pressing a kiss to his cheek. The four of you lie in bed, Noah babbling away on your stomach; Fred’s arms wrapped around the two of you.

You all lie in bed, you curled up beside Fred the twins crawling over you. You and Fred fall into an easy conversation the twins cooing around you. Lucas is sitting on Fred’s chest and you laugh when Noah sits on his face. It’s an easy morning; something you didn’t get when Oliver was this young. When he was around this age you and Fred were in separate apartments. It was during the span when you weren’t sleeping together; and your interactions were sometimes awkward.

You grab Lucas from Fred’s chest and Fred grips Noah’s waist lifting him off his face. He puts him on the mattress and begins to tickle your son, his little laugh erupting. His laughter echoes off the wall getting louder; it’s so loud you almost don’t hear the door creak open. You look over and see Oliver yawning in the doorway, rubbing his eyes. He slowly climbs up in bed beside you.

A large grin spread across you face watching as Fred wrestles Oliver into the bed and tickles the boys. Their laughter fills your bedroom and your heart watching your four boys. You rub your hand over your stomach smiling, knowing soon there will be another baby making your king sized bed seem even more crowded; just the way you like it.

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pettyprocrastination · 4 years

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Braiding Din Djarin x Reader

Summary: Din Djarin embarks on a slow but caring journey into intimate moments with the child and his partner, who he may want to become more than that. Also Yodito learns to braid!

I’m heading back into work tomorrow so this is sort of a gift to myself, but mostly something I wrote for @captainsamwlsn my mf ride or die what an icon. Life be crazy rn but im here for you every step of the way bb!!!

Warnings: None besides occasional curse words, lots of fluff and din feeling intimate for the first time in a long long time! Mention’s of emotional over-stimulation. Touch starved! Din.

Din loved your hair. Thick, brown, curls that swayed and moved like the waves of the oceans on Kamino. Beautiful tresses that bounced with each step and framed your face like a priceless picture. Once during a long flight through hyperspace, Din made the mistake to look over at you. Seeing the bright colors from the stars they were speeding by bounce across your face and shine through your hair, he swore for a moment he forgot how to breathe. You looked positively ethereal, smiling down at the sleeping child in your arms like some sort of patron saint, protecting both the innocent and the damned alike.

Sometimes, in moments of silence and solitude, he thought about what it’d be like to touch it.

Not in the way he saw others do to you so many times. Some self-entitled heap of bantha fodder, waltzing up to you at a market and bringing their hands to stroke and tug at your beautiful locks like an animal on display in a hutt’s lounge.

No.

He thought of his fingers working along your scalp in the shower, after a grueling day of hunting a bounty and the trek back to the Razor Crest. To help wash the sweat and grime from your hair and skin. To feel the water trickle off your hair and to his finger tips, your eyes shut and your head tipped back in relaxation as he washed it with care. He thought of feeling it tickle his face as you straddled his lap with a playful smile while covering his face in feather-light kisses, so soft and quick that they tickled his skin and made him grin. He thought of the feeling of it fanned out against his chest while you laid on him, the child snuggled against your own chest, the both of you with drooping eyes and soft smiles, just barely awake. His arms would stay wrapped around you both and his eyes open, a vigilant protector, a loving father and a committed partner.

Din’s senses have been guarded since he was a child and learned the ways of the Mandalore, any attempt at a touch to his face since then had been either a test from those who taught him, or an attempt on his life by those he hunted.

He hadn’t felt a tender touch in so long, he wasn’t quite sure how he’d respond to one.

The Mandalorian was shaken out of his stupor by the excited giggles of the child, which were followed by your smooth voice after.

“Very good.” You cooed, “Now take this piece and bring it forward just like that and- you're doing so well!”

You were always so great with the child. Kind, patient, and loving. Especially when his little green hands first found purchase in your hair and tugged with glee. Now he would simply wind his tiny fingers into your locks like they were a security blanket and he would drift off to sleep against your chest. Listening to your steady heartbeat and feeling your soft halo made him feel safe. Din understood why.

When he was young, before the attack that took his parents away, before he was saved by the death watch and taken in as a foundling, Din loved his mother's hair. Her hair was different than yours, jet black and wavy, not as thick or curly, but beautiful just the same. As a child he would brush his mother’s hair whenever he got the chance, his tiny hand fumbling with the brush as it slid through her long hair with ease. One he was done she’d turn to him with that kind smile and kiss his forehead.

“Would you like to braid it for me, Din?”

His father would watch from the doorway, smiling and biting back a laugh as he watched his little boy, no older than four, try to weave the separated parts of his mother's hair as well as he watched her do so many times. Sometimes it would come out more as a knot that the intricate braids he’d seen her wear. But the action always brought a smile to her face, and she’d kiss the crown of his head, on his own hair with such love the mere memory made him tremble.

“Thank you my dear, it looks lovely.”

Din set the ship on auto-pilot and followed your voice, taking him down into the lower belly of the crest where you sat in your cot with hair still wet from the shower, a towel draped over your shoulders and hair separated into neat parts as-

His breath hitched, not that you would hear. It was such a soft noise, barely rising from his throat but by the Stars, his knees felt like they would give out in a moment.

The child sat on your right, holding three separate parts of your hair in his hands, mirroring you as you did a neat and simple braid on the other side of your head. His big eyes watched your hands with such an intense focus Din doesn’t think he’d ever seen from him before. His little hands slowly brought one piece forward, then another to the back and one in front, slowly and carefully as if he were extracting a delicate gem from deep in the ground.

“That looks lovely, little bean!” The child grinned up at you as he continued the process, moving the parts behind and in front of each other with such concentration his little hands would tremble but never cease their movement. You watched him with such care, such love in your eyes that Din refused to interrupt the moment. Instead he found himself leaning against the rungs of the ladder, watching as a smile grew on his face hidden by his beskar helmet.

Once the child finished his braid, you neatly wrapped the end in a hair tie and scooped him into your arms. “You did so good!” You cheered, pressed loud kisses to his cheek as he laughed at the sensation, but found his tiny hands patting your cheek for more smooches.

The child turned his head and grinned wide, letting out a string of babbles while reaching for his father. You smiled at Din and his helmet, once comforting, now felt all too tight on his head.

“You wanna show your papa what you did?”

Maybe it was the way you said it, or the implications of you calling him the child's father while you fit the role of the caring mother but he felt himself moving towards the two of you like he was in a trance. The little child grabbed the end of his finished braid and waved it from side to side with excitement, proudly showing off his finished product to the Mandalorian.

“That looks great buddy.” His gloved hand rubbed the top of his tiny head, fingers twiddling his large green ears as he looked up at Din with a smile. The child reached for Din’s left hand, grabbing the cloth of his glove and leading it to the end of a separated part of your hair that you had begun to braid. The child squawked and garbled and Din tensed up.

“Oh.” He stammered, looking down at the smiling boy. “I don’t think-”

“You wanna see your papa braid my hair?” The child clapped his hands and nodded. You looked up to Din with a soft smile. “Would you like to?”

Like do? Stars, he didn’t think in that moment, there was anything he wanted more in the goddamn galaxy. But did he deserve to?

“I-” His voice cracked through the modulator. “I don’t know how.”

“No worries, space cowboy.” You padded the spot to your right on the pile of blankets, the only protection between you and the cold metal floor of the Razor Crest, “I can teach you.”

Din found himself sitting at your side, the child in his lap staring up at the two of you with such a big smile Din was worried he’d hurt his cheeks. You held three parted sections of your hair in one hand, motioning for him to take them. He reached out before freezing and looking at his own hands. His gloved finger tips must have had grime on them, sweat and dirt and just filth, whether it be from cleaning his blaster or securing a bounty. There was no way they were clean enough, pure enough, deserving enough to handle your hair, to handle you.

“One-one second I uh-” His fingers fumbled as he slowly tugged on the tip of his gloves before wiggling them off his hands. He pretended he didn’t see the look of shock on your face that only served to kickstart his nerves once more. “-don’t want to get your hair dirty.”

“Are you sure?” You stared at him with such care and concern Din was worried he might cry if you didn’t look away.

“Yeah it’s fine.” His breath stuttered when his bare hands gently took hold on the sections of your hair. “I’m fine.”

While instructing him, you took three parts into our own hands and braided slowly so he could follow your movements.

“You’re really good at this.” You told him once he finished off the braid, even going so far as to tie it off with a hair tie for you. The braid he did was a bit looser than yours out of fear of doing it too tightly and hurting you.

Perhaps it was muscle memory, of those mornings spent sitting behind his mother, brushing and braiding her beautiful hair as his father watched with a smile.

“Could I-” it felt like there was something lodged in his throat when he asked you with a voice just above a whisper. “-Could I do another?”

And so he did. And then another. And another. He braided until the child was asleep and your hair was completely separated into neat little braids, protected for when you head laid on a pillow and found slumber. Which judging by your relaxed shoulders and sleepy smile would be sooner rather than later.

He looked down at his lap, where the child lay sprawled out, eyes shut and drool dripping from the corner of his mouth.

“Thank you.” Din stood slowly, taking the child into his arms as you turned to him. With any other pair it would be you thanking him, for his help with such a time-extensive task. But you knew what this was to him, what it truly meant.

He settled the child into his little floating cradle, tucked under the fluffy blankets. “Of course.” You answered, finding solace in wrapping your own blanket tight around yourself.

“I should be getting back to flying now.” He blurted. Turning on his heel to quell his rapidly beating heart in the lonesome of his seat as he piloted the ship through open space.

“Din.” You called, just like that he stopped on his tracks.

He didn’t turn to face you.

“You're very good at braiding.” He wondered if his father felt the same way looking at his mother as he did when he looked at you, blankets bunched up and eyes barely fighting off exhaustion. But you stayed awake,

For him.

“Would it be alright if i asked for your help in the future?” He appreciated that you asked him. You knew the underlying meaning of him doing such a thing, the power it had over him, a man who hadn’t laid his bare and on another creature with the intention of care and protection before meeting the child in who knows how long. That sort of power was unknown to him for so long, that too much of it could be overwhelming if taken in too much at once.

So you gave him an offer. An out if he needed one.

“Yes.” His hand curled along the rung of the ladder before pushing himself up. “I would like that.”

Authors note: Five pages babey! Really like writing this one because id on’t think it’s mentioned enough that Din most likely has to be like, eased, into such tender and intimate moments otherwise he’ll feel suffocated and uncomfortable. Homeboy has gone years upon years without this type of touch, it’s sort of become a part of his stoic personality. Anyways most likely going to write more pieces like these, about Din slowly being eased into intimacy. That doesn’t necessarily mean sex (but that’s a possibility) but just tender loving moments like this, that leave him exposed, leave him human. Anywhomst if yall want to hit me up with some hc’s or reuqests PLEASE do i love din so much. Pedro is a KING

#pedro pascal #the mandolarian #mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian x reader #mando #x reader #imagine

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lostinaseaoffictionalbliss · 3 years

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RPTL-Court Date

Summary: Danielle finally gets her day in court

Pairing: eventually Elliot x fem!OC

Word count: 1305

Warnings: mentions of sexual abuse, abuse, PTSD

Danielle nervously ran her hands down her dress, smoothing out imagined wrinkles. Her palms were slightly sweaty, her chest ached from the repetitive hard thumping of her heart, and her stomach churned. She felt like she was going to vomit any moment. She was also having trouble getting her breathing under control. She was starting to hyperventilate.

Elliot looked Danielle over as he stepped into the living room. He saw how tense her shoulders were, the way her nails were digging into her palms to keep them from shaking. Her ragged breaths could be heard from his spot at the entrance to the hallway. With a few long strides he was next to her. Gently he led her to the couch and sat her down. "Dani, I need you to open your eyes and look at me."

She whimpered, but did as he asked her to. She looked into his eyes, tears pooling into the corners of her own.

He held her hands. "Good. Now tell me five things that you can see."

She looked around the room and back to him. "You, the...the TV, the coffee table...the couch, the picture….on the wall," she said softly, a slight quiver to her voice.

He nodded. "Good. Four things you can touch." He rubbed her knuckles.

"My...my dress," she mumbled, clear disdain shown by her tone. "The couch, you, and the table." Her breathing was starting to slow down and regulate.

"Three things you can hear." He kept his eyes locked with hers, their blue depths showing kindness and understanding.

"Traffic, the fan, your voice." The more she spoke the calmer she was feeling. Her heart no longer felt like it was going to beat out of her chest.

He smiled a little. "Two things you can smell." As she relaxed it made it easier for him to relax. Not that he would fully until this whole thing was over and her attackers in jail.

She gazed at him. "Your cologne." Which smells really good, she thought. "My perfume."

"Alright and one thing you can taste."

"The peppermint chewing gum I was hoping would calm my stomach." She could breathe, talk, and her heartbeat was back to normal, but she was still shaky and nauseous. The last two always lasted for a while after an anxiety attack.

He gently squeezed her hand. "I get it. You have every right to be anxious. To be on edge. Anyone in your position would be. But I promise everything is going to work out and they will get what they deserve." He smiled a bit. "Also I know you don't feel comfortable in what you're wearing. We have fifteen minutes before we have to go. Go change into dress slacks and a blouse. I know you'll feel better."

"Yeah you're right." She stood and went to move down the hall, but stopped. She hesitantly leaned down and kissed his cheek. "Thank you," she whispered before heading to her room.

Elliot watched her go, a wide smile gracing his lips.

Danielle sat at the table in front of the pews she knew were filled with people. Elliot was right behind her and holding her hand. She allowed him to ground her as she ignored the comments being whispered by her former platoon. It seemed most of her Army buddies decided to desert her for going forward with her case.

She knew there was a good chance they wouldn't back her, but the comments they spewed wasn't at all what she had been expecting. She sighed softly and looked forward. It was easier to focus on Casey Novak cross examining Garret and the feel of Elliot's hand in hers than it was to hear people she once knew on a very deep level call her all sorts of things.

She took a breath and with how close Elliot was she could smell his cologne. The rugged musky scent washed over her, calming her nerves and making a slight warmth blossom in her belly. She squeezed his hand and smiled a little.

Casey gazed at Garret with cold eyes. "You claim she came onto you and asked you boys to take her like she did?"

Garret nodded. "That's right. She wanted us. All this is, is a big case of morning after regrets. Doesn't want her uncle to know what a whore she is.'

Casey looked toward Danielle then back at Garret. She had questioned Malcom already and planned to question the other two next unless the defense called Danielle first. However if she got Garret to slip up she had a play up her sleeve. "Now why would a girl who just got back stateside want to be with multiple men before she's had a chance to shower and even find a place to stay?"

"Cause she's a slut." He shrugged. "I mean it would have went further, but well things happened. Bet she was disappointed."

Casey grinned. "And what things happened?" She knew she had him right where she wanted him. That was the one thing she needed him to say.

"Dante got a text. His old lady wanted him to grab something on the way home from the base."

She nodded. "Prosecution would like to call Jordan Hicks to the stand."

The defense attorney frowned. "Who is this person?" He crossed his arms.

"He's on the list. If you failed to look it over, that's on you." She smirked.

Jordan was a slightly older black man. His beard was salt and pepper, but he stood tall and proud. He didn't bother looking at the defense table as he went to the stand. He put his hand to the Bible and gave his oath to be truthful.

Casey smiled at him. "Jordan, what can you tell me about the night in question?"

Jordan glanced at Danielle, offering a kind smile. "I was heading home after a long shift at the butchery. It was the job I took once I retired from the Army. Couldn't stay home and do nothing." He sighed. "I heard what sounded like crying and a scuffle. I went to check it out. I came upon three men attacking a young woman. She was pleading with them to stop. When I called out as I was still too far to do anything physically they took off. I guess they thought I didn't see anything as they never bothered coming for me. I found Danielle on the ground. Helped her home."

"Did she say anything to you as you helped her?"

He nodded. "She did." He frowned. "She said they forced her. She thanked me for saving her. I suppose she felt they were going to kill her cause I didn't save her from what they were doing. I helped her inside, got her some water. She eventually changed, but I could tell she hadn't showered. She said she was going to the station the next morning. I gave her my name and number before leaving."

Casey nodded. "Thank you. That's all."

Danielle sat in the hallway as the jury deliberated on her case. Her leg bounced and she chewed her lip.

Elliot pulled her into his arms and kissed the crown of her head. "It will be okay," he whispered.

A few minutes later Casey came to get them. The jury had reached a verdict.

She went inside and sat down.

"How does the jury find on the charge of attempted rape in the second degree?" The judge asked.

"We find the defendants guilty."

"How do you find on the charge of aggravated sexual assault?"

"We find the defendants guilty."

The judge tapped her hammer and nodded. "This case is adjourned. Sentencing will be in two weeks."

Danille teared up in relief and turned. She hugged Elliot. The first one she had ever initiated.

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loungelizardatwar · 4 years

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Even 58-year old time travelling asassins deserve hugs

Here’s another fic with Ticklish!Five because I’m in love with one (1) feral gremlin asassin boy and I want him to be happy. Anyways I hope you enjoy! Also I may not have proofread this well enough because i’m embarrassed so if you see any errors let me know lol

It was times like these when Five really missed Delores. He was drunk as shit on the couch at Elliot’s, clutching the bottle in his small hands with a miserable look on his face. He still couldn’t believe that the fucking world was going to end again because of them.

Five thought about trying to find the department store before, but he found out that the building hadn’t even been built yet. So his lovely Delores didn’t exist in this timeline. He sighed, taking another swig of liquor with a grimace.

Elliot was sitting in a chair nearby, watching the man in a child’s body with a leery yet sympathetic look. He didn’t trust him fully yet but he felt bad seeing him look so miserable. He had no idea what Five had been through so he couldn’t really offer him any help.

Five was lonely, and deep down he really just wanted someone to hug him. But his pride kept him from telling his siblings that. He was a highly trained assassin, not to mention he was 58 years and 14 fucking days old and he figured that murderous old men like him didn’t deserve hugs.

Somewhere in his mind he had hoped that at least one of his siblings would have been happy to see him again. Instead they all blamed him for stranding them even though he was just trying to save their lives. He remembered how Vanya and Allison had hugged, even though Vanya had amnesia and didn’t even remember her. It made his heart ache. He wished that he shared the bond that the rest of them had.

Five slumped against the couch, taking in shaky breaths as he tried to steady himself. He missed his family every single day for those 45 years in the apocalypse and he spent all that time trying to get back to them. Now that he found them again they were all angry because of him. Because I failed them. He took another long sip from the bottle, feeling angry tears prick at his eyes.

“Hey Five, are you okay?” Came a familiar voice.

Shit. It was Klaus. He must have snuck in while Five was lost in his thoughts.

“Yeah, ‘m fine. Why do you even care?” Five sniffed and wiped his eyes, trying to play it off casually.

Five deflated at the concerned look Klaus gave him, and he sighed as Klaus sat next to him on the couch. He could tell that his brother could see right through him.

“Why wouldn’t I care? Tell me what’s going on in that crazy head of yours, old man.” Klaus put a hand on his shoulder and Five tensed up.

“First of all, don’t call me that an’ don’t touch me.” Five slurred slightly, taking another large sip of alcohol. He swatted his brother’s hand away.

“Okay, fiiiiine. You must have had a really shitty day.”

Five scoffed. “You don’t even know the half of it.”

Klaus fixed Five with a look that he couldn’t quite read, and he was curious about what he was about to say.

“I might be able to help you relax, if you’ll trust me.” Klaus said with a twinkle in his eyes. He couldn’t help the little smirk that took over his features.

Maybe it was the alcohol, or the bubble of curiosity Five felt in his belly, or the fact that he really did miss Klaus and his antics. Whatever it was, something made him feel like he could trust Klaus to cheer him up.

“Fine. Do whatever you think will help. But I’m not responsible for your injuries.” Five put the bottle down on the floor next to the couch, crossing his arms and looking at Klaus with a pout.

“That’s all I needed to hear!” Klaus grinned at the sight of his 58 year old brother pouting like the petulant child that he looked like. He started poking at Five’s sides, delighting in the startled squeaks he got.

“H-hey! What the fuck! Dohohon’t do thahahat!” Five hissed, swatting at his brother’s hands. He wasn’t really surprised at that Klaus would choose such a childish method to cheer him up. Five acted like it annoyed him, but deep down he knew that he probably did need to lighten up at least a bit.

“Awww, but Five! You’ll feel better if you let yourself laugh. I’ll stop though, if you really want...” Klaus went to move away, and Five panicked.

“Wait!” Five all but shouted, sounding more desperate than he meant to. He suddenly found himself blushing for the first time in years. He didn’t want to ruin this playful moment with Klaus.

“I mean, it’s okay. I trust you Klaus. You can keep going.” Five sighed and smoothed back his hair, a nervous habit he picked up over the years to self-soothe.

Klaus instantly lit up, not expecting this reaction from Five. He figured that his brother would probably tell him to fuck off and blink away, but he was very intrigued to see him blush for the first time he could remember. It was a cute look on his childish face.

“Oh really?” Klaus cocked his head to one side in fascination. “This is great! Thanks, Fivey!” He grinned and clapped, letting out a giddy giggle,

“Ohohoho shihihihit! Heheheheh!!” Five squeaked, falling into helpless giggles. He curled into himself, making Klaus smile at how child-like he really looked when he laughed. Meanwhile the alcohol was making Five feel weightless and warm, and he had to admit that he already felt a little happier. But he couldn’t stand the delighted way his brother grinned down at him. It made Five want to die of embarrassment and strangle Klaus at the same time.

“Are my eyes and ears deceiving me or are you actually enjoying this~?” Klaus teased, suddenly snatching up one of Five’s hands in his own and using his other to lightly tickle Five’s palm. Klaus knew that it was one of his brother’s death spots.

“Sh-shuhuhuhut up! ’m not- fahahack! Klaus, NOO! HAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEHEHEHEHEASE! NAHAHAHAT THEHEHERE!” Five screamed and cackled, frantically flailing and trying to pull his arm away.

Thanks to Five’s powers, his palms and wrists were incredibly hypersensitive. On a scale from 1 to 10 they were easily a 13, where as his knees were more of an 11. In other words, it tickled so much that Five wanted to crawl right out of his skin.

Klaus laughed, letting go of Five’s hand. He couldn’t believe that a highly trained assassin such as Five could be rendered to begging just from the lightest touches on his hands. Klaus hoped that none of their enemies found this weakness or Five would be screwed. He snorted at the thought.

“I’ll leave your hands alone for now,” Klaus teased with a soft smile. “You feeling okay?”

“Th-thanks.” Five croaked, greedily sucking in air. He was still smiling, his dimples and blushing cheeks on full display. “I’m fine, I just..need a minute.” He closed his eyes, sighing and laying back against the couch.

“Of course, take your time.” Klaus grinned at him, ruffling Five’s hair. Usually Five would roll his eyes and push him away, but when he nuzzled into Klaus’s hand, Klaus realized with a pang of guilt that Five must be touch starved.

But how could he not be? Spending 45 years alone in an post-apocalyptic wasteland with only a mannequin to keep you company didn’t offer much room for happy, cuddly moments. But then, that wasn’t all there was to it, was there?

Klaus was struck so violently by the revelation that he visibly recoiled. Nobody has hugged Five since they were kids. It made Klaus feel sick, to imagine how that must have felt. To know that after all those years apart from his siblings, not a single one of them even missed him enough to give him a hug.

And here they all were again, reunited after they all thought they would never see each other yet again. Five had saved their asses, though he may have separated them in the process and they threw it all back in his face.

“Hey Five?”

“What?”

Five pushed himself up, resting his head on Klaus’s shoulder. He felt content in his tiredness, happy to lean on somebody other than himself for once.

“C’mere.” Klaus opened welcomed arms,

doing all that he physically could to not cry.

Klaus felt so fucking shitty for never giving any thought about what Five had done for them. But he knew that he deserved it and that he needed to be there for his drunk brother. It was the least he could do.

Five lazily opened one eye, giving Klaus a funny look. “Why?”

“Can I give you a hug?”

Five wasn’t sure how to respond, as if he was taken aback by the audacity of the question.

“You want to?” Five tried to hide the way his voice wavered as he asked. He hated feeling vulnerable like this, but his family was the only exception.

“Of course I do. Why wouldn’t I?” Klaus almost couldn’t believe him, but he could understand where Five’s wariness came from.

Five just sighed, looking so utterly sad that Klaus could hardly bear the sight of it. He put his arm around Five’s small shoulders, and he almost couldn’t believe his ears when he heard a sniffle. Then, when Klaus felt Five’s breathing grow shaky he was right. Five was crying.

Klaus had maybe 5 seconds to register that before Five was clinging to him for dear life, crying like he had never heard before. Klaus did all he could do to hold Five, rubbing his back and trying to calm him down but the man in child form was a sobbing mess.

It wasn’t long before Luther came in, seeing the scene unfolding in front of him.

“What’s going on?” He asked, looking concerned and slightly sad on seeing number Five sobbing into Klaus’s chest.

“I-I don’t know! All I did was ask Five if I could give him a hug and now he’s stuck to me like a sad baby koala bear...I just hope he doesn’t try to bite me.” Klaus sighed dramatically, but he didn’t really mind. He hoped that Five could tell.

“Ah, shit.” Luther sighed, awkwardly sitting next to Klaus and Five on the couch. All three of them hoped that the couch wouldn’t break, but it seemed fine despite it’s creaking. “What should we do?”

Klaus shrugged, but he was smiling like he had an idea.

“Five, buddy? Are you in there?” Klaus asked, giving a gentle poke to Five’s side.

Five twitched, still sniffling and clinging to Klaus.

“Leave m’ alone..” He croaked, sighing deeply as he tried to steady his breathing.

“Are you okay?” Both Luther and Klaus asked at the same time, wincing as they realized how they’re both such mother hens. A trait they probably picked up from Grace, bless her circuits.

A few moments passed of Five’s shaky breathing and quiet sobs, until eventually he got his bearings enough to look up at Klaus. His eyes were red and puffy underneath, and his hair was a complete mess but somehow he looked a little better. Klaus was sure that the relief of crying was probably good for Five. It just pained him so much to see it.

“Yeah, i’m okay.” Five finally said, covering his mouth with a hand as he yawned.

Klaus chuckled, and Luther gave Five a fond look. They were both so glad that he was alright.

“I bet you’re exhausted. You can nap on me if you want.” Klaus suggested, adjusting his position so they were both more comfortable on the couch.

Five hummed, considering the idea.

“Here,” Luther said, reaching to grab a small throw blanket. He tossed it over Klaus and Five, smiling a bit as he watched them get comfortable. It sure was a funny sight, seeing the usually grumpy number Five cuddle up to Klaus. But everyone knew that Five had been through the most out of all of them, and he deserved his rest.

#the umbrella academy #tua #number five #number four #ticklish!five #I just want five to be happy and laugh for once dammit #also he needs to REST.#tickle fic #tua tickle fic #the umbrella academy tickle fic

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jadethest0ne · 4 years

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When the Moon meets the Morning, Chapter 3 - A Sense of Familiarity

Summary: Raphael is going on missions with Captain Jupiter as he always does when he meets an orange-wearing turtle yokai who feels oddly familiar.

Word Count: 2690

Ratings/Warnings: General Audiences; some minor harrowing moments, but mostly fluff, emotional overload, emotional manipulation, self-deprecation

Notes: Longer chapter this time, but lots of good brotherly bonding! Big thanks to @undercoverwizardninjaturtle, @fraymotiif, and @frasierverse for helping me workshop this (especially to Charmy for the “friend-cheese” exchange). Also, special shout-out to @dovelydraws for creating the concept art for Infinity the phoenix and Buddy the aurax.

Read on AO3 For the RotTMNT Fantasy AU

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Raph thought that going on a trek with Mikey would help him understand the kid better, but it only proved to make him even more confused. A few of Raph's initial assumptions about Mikey were correct. He was indeed a turtle yokai - a box turtle to be exact. And he was only about 2 years younger than Raph making him 15. And the reason why he was so far north, despite apparently coming from the Soothing South, was that, like his attire suggested, he was a courier. But between those things, Raph was left with more questions than answers.

For one thing, Mikey was really good with animals. When Raph first introduced him to his aurax, Buddy, Mikey was enamored with what most people took as a rather large and intimidating cattle beast. But Mikey immediately started complimenting his fluffy curls and powerful stature, begging Raph to let him braid his fur. Buddy himself, who, while usually quite friendly, often had trouble distinguishing between roughhousing playtime and calm pets, and yet seemed to understand that Mikey was someone that he should be gentle with. The curly-horned creature even relented at Mikey's touch and flipped over onto his back to beg for belly rubs, which Raph had never seen him trust anyone else to do besides himself and Red Fox. Even the Captain had trouble getting on Buddy's good side sometimes.

Not only that, but it turns out Buddy wasn't even needed all that much to carry the packages, since Mikey owned a phoenix, an actual phoenix, to help him with his cargo and carry Mikey around. The large beautiful bird, he called Infinity, with iridescent feathers of reds, purples, and golds, snuggled up with Mikey often when they slept during their journey. He'd never heard of a phoenix being so close to another being before - yokai or human.

The other thing that really confused Raph was Mikey's personality. The kid was just so trusting.

"You don't even have a sleeping bag?" Red Fox asked when they were packing their supplies.

"Well, I DID have one, but there were these guys in purple who asked if they could borrow it a while back. They took some of my other supplies as well and said they'd meet me after I ran an errand. I came back at the meeting time, but they took so long and I had to deliver another package, so I had to leave. I felt bad for missing them so I left a note with a drawing. I hope they're okay," Mikey explains in his usual long-winded way.

Raph starts to say, "Are you sure they didn't just steal--" before Red Fox cuts him off. "I'm sure it's fine, sweetie, I think I have a spare that you can use."

"Really?! Thanks! Oooh! It's orange! My favorite color!" Mikey says, happily taking the sleeping bag and hugging it as though it was the best gift he had ever received.

Raph was just perplexed how he hadn't been robbed completely or had something worse happen to him. Then again, another mystery about Mikey was that it was really difficult to say no to the guy. He had somehow perfected the puppy dog look and turned any conversation, even the more negative ones, into something positive and light.

"You mean you somehow convinced the owner of a castle to let you use it whenever you wanted?" Raph says incredulously.

"Yeah! He liked my cooking so much he said I could use his summer home in the Soothing South, too!"

"Man, Mikey, do you have some sort of niceness power?"

"No, that'd probably be Todd - he's the nicest guy I know! Taught me practically everything! But that's why I wanted to travel! I wanted to learn more!"

Raph pushes past the fact that he has no idea who Todd is and asks the more pertinent question. "Aren't you afraid of, I don't know, thieves or people tricking or hurting you along the way?"

"No, not at all. Besides, if there was danger, then Infinity's instincts would let me know!" He gives the large bird he's riding a friendly pat, to which the bird replies with a cheerful squawk.

Raph highly doubts that Infinity, who seems to be as cheery and naive as Mikey, would be able to sense anything like that.

Then there was the question of why Mikey seemed so familiar. After thinking back on it, Red Fox did often talk about the people she helped guide through the mountains, but he'd rarely met any of them. And he had a hard time conjuring up a memory of any time that he'd met Mikey with Red Fox in the picture. He almost felt closer than that. Like a friend he hadn't seen in a while. Mikey himself certainly kept acting like they were long time friends; constantly hugging him, invading his personal space, grabbing at his belongings to ask about them. Even Raph was beginning to think they had known each other for a long time. Then again, Mikey seemed to act like that with everyone.

“What do you think of this?” Mikey asks Raph after they had set up camp, suddenly shoving a spoonful of the meal he is cooking into the snapper’s mouth.

“Mmnghrff--” Raph says intellectually around the wooden spoon and hefty portion of meats and hearty root vegetables that it held. He chews slowly, at first trying to think of some helpful feedback, but then just to savor the flavor. He closes his eyes and hums in pleasure, as the savory sauces roll over his tongue. Raph could see why that one guy let Mikey have free use of his castle and summer home.

“Mikey,” he says with absolute seriousness. “This is the most delicious thing I have ever tasted.”

“Really?!” Mikey says sheepishly. “You don’t think I went a little heavy on the cumin?”

“No, it’s perfect!” Raph says, even though he’s not exactly sure what spice cumin is.

“Ah great! Well, then dig in!” Mikey says handing some plates over to Red Fox and Raph. As they take the plates, Red Fox chimes in, “One of the reasons why it’s such a joy to guide you on these treks is that I get to taste your cooking again, Mikey!”

“Aww shucks, Red! Thanks!” Mikey grins widely.

Raph thinks to himself that maybe it was Mikey’s niceness that kept him alive. His naivety was worrisome, but he was also really good at lots of things like that - caring for animals, cooking, and after all, he did help save him from the fire, which brought Raph to a question that he finally voiced out loud on the third day of their trek.

"So how did you do that thing with the fire? You were in the middle of it all and then you like, ate it?"

"Oh, I'm a fire mage!" Mikey says while riding atop Infinity as they make their way through the mountain paths. As a way of demonstration, Mikey cups his hands and produces a tiny ball of fire within them. He holds the fire gently, almost as if he's carrying a tiny animal in the palm of his hands. “Fire doesn't hurt me and I can use it to help with cooking and stuff. It's also why I can keep pretty warm in the winter.” He lifts up his palms and lets the small flame dance in the air. Infinity explores the flame with her beak and nips at it, but Mikey maneuvers the fire just out of her reach. He twirls the small fire around her and she tries to catch it in her beak. He giggles and she squawks happily as they play their little game.

Raph smiles at the display. "Thanks again by the way, for helping out back there."

"No problem! I mean, you had a lot of it handled by yourself. You saved a bunch of people! I'm surprised that you didn't make it into any of the Aetherwave announcements or the news clippings. Just some guy named, er..., Jupiter Jim, was it?"

"Uh, it's Captain James Jupiter, actually." Raph fails to hide his appalled tone. "And of course he was talked about! He saved everyone! He's a famous hero!" Seriously for all his travels, how did Mikey know so little about James Jupiter?!

"Did he, though? I mostly just saw you and Red Fox while I was trying to stop the fire. I saw another guy in some sort of hero suit, but he was mostly staying outside of the forest."

"He was leading! Everyone would've been a mess without his guidance!" Raph tries to bury the annoyance bubbling up in his chest with his adoration of the Captain. "His strong, guiding hand of justice makes us all feel safe!" Raph tries to gain validation from repeating the mantra often used by the Captain himself, but he felt more upset and defiant - as if he was trying to defend the Captain. The Captain shouldn't need defending. Obviously he was great! So why did Raph's stomach twist in such a way?

For once Mikey has something less than a smile on his face. Instead his eyes wander around Raph's entire frame as if seeing something new on him he didn't like.

"I just..." Mikey hesitates. "I just think you should get the credit you deserve. You pulled like three families out of that fire, and at one point you were carrying almost ten people." His face shifts back into a smile. "That's pretty heroic if you ask me!"

Raph eyes him warily. Something about his statements don't really connect at first in Raph's mind. The Captain is the one who is the hero. He's just a student at best. But why did happiness flutter in his untwisting stomach at being called such?

"OH MI GOSH I JUST REMEMBERED!"

The sudden shout makes Raph jump, and a small yelp would've escaped his mouth if Mikey weren't immediately in front of him squishing either side of Raph's face and beaming at him excitedly.

"’Remembered...?’" Raph tries to ask between squished cheeks.

"What I wanted to tell you!" MIkey threw his hands in the air, releasing Raph from his hold. "I wanted to tell you that I like your cape!"

"My cape?"

"Yeah it's like super heroic looking!"

Raph looks at his cape as if trying to see what Mikey sees.

"Oh, and I wanted to know if Buddy knew any female aurax's that could make friend-cheese for me,” Mikey continues.

"Oh, um, thank you?" Raph lets out a small chuckle. "Also, I could, uh, ask around when we get back to town about… ‘friend-cheese?’" Raph thinks a moment before continuing. "Why was that so important though?"

"Because friend-cheese is Todd's favorite, because of the method of farmers asking aurax’s nicely before they milk them."

"N-no, not that." Raph can't help but smile; man this kid's attitude is infectious. "Why did ’ya have to ask about my cape?"

"Because I thought it looked really cool with the flames and the moon and your powers and I wasn't sure then that I'd get a chance to tell you again." Mikey beams brightly enough to show off his gap tooth and rear molars.

"Well, thank you." He's still not used to so many compliments.

He looks to Red Fox with a confused expression, but she just smiles back and says, "He's right, it does make you look rather heroic."

Before Raph can sort his thoughts out on the image of himself as a true hero, he suddenly feels something land on his neck hard enough that he jumps and nearly goes on attack mode, until he sees Mikey's legs trail down the side of his neck. Raph looks up to see Mikey craning his head downward looking at him with round, inquisitive eyes. "Can I ride on your shoulders for awhile? I wanna give Infinity a break," Mikey asks.

Raph gives Mikey a soft smirk and a quiet chuckle. This guy really does have some sort of niceness power. "Yeah, sure," the snapper says.

Mikey punches both fists in the air and his legs stick out as he shouts out a triumphant "Yes!"

"Hey Mikey, we've still got another hour or so before we make our first stop," Red Fox says. "Why don't you tell us one of your stories from your travels?" She then says as an aside to Raph, "He's a very good storyteller by the way; he was able to keep me entertained on our previous trips through the mountains, as well as many other folks along the way."

Mikey looks at her with joyful, watery eyes. "Red Fox, you really think I'm a good storyteller?!"

Red Fox nods sweetly.

Mikey bows as best he can while perched on Raph's shoulders. "Aw shucks! Why thank you, my friend."

The rest of their trek for the day is filled with Mikey's melodious voice recounting several strange tales which continue to add questions to Raph's mind.

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Mikey's storytelling stopped only long enough to deliver his first package. It was to a local store in a tiny grouping of houses nestled in the mountains. Afterwards, they went to the barely-a-village's tavern to get something to eat before resting for the night. Once in the tavern, and in between mouthfuls of food, Mikey continues to tell his stories to the patrons, which seem to grow in number as the evening wears on. Raph guesses that they don't get many travellers here this high up in the mountains, because they're all enraptured by Mikey's tales. Raph is just finishing up his dinner and he is feeling rather content, allowing Mikey's voice and the patrons' reactions to drift into background noise when he perks up at the mention of his name.

"What?" Raph snaps to attention looking to where he was called.

"Mikey is right, Big Red was indeed quite heroic." Red Fox gives him a pleased look.

Before Raph can figure out if Red Fox is playing some sort of joke on him, Mikey glides over to Raph's side and puts an arm around his shoulder. "And that's when I saw him under the blood moon, with glowing eyes and glowing arms, picking up an entire family of squirrel yokai!" Mikey says sweeping his arms wide. The patrons’ eyes are all on Raph now, and the attention has his heart pounding, though out of sudden stage fright or pride he's not sure. Either way, Raph is sure his face is burning more than it ever had in that forest fire. But luckily the patrons quickly turn back to Mikey as he continues his story. It's weird for Raph to hear Mikey talk about something he did in a similar way that the Aetherwaves trumpet the stories of the great Captain Jupiter. Raph is not worthy of such a grand retelling, but Mikey is so excited about it that Raph just puts on an easy smile and focuses on his theatrics, drinking a bit from his cup to hide his face.

When the story ends the people in the tavern clap in amazement, some even patting Raph on the arm, offering congratulations, but he respectfully waves them off. He's caught off guard a little bit by the look Red Fox gives him. There's a twinkle in her eye and an earnest smile on her face, wrinkling the scar above her nose. Raph buries his face in his cup again before getting up to start pitching a tent for them to sleep in when the tavern keeper insists that they stay the night free of charge as payment for Mikey’s wonderful stories.

Raph feels bad for the tiny hint of suspicion that he has at that moment that maybe Mikey is actually using some sort of niceness spell or something, but he quickly changes his mind when he looks over at Mikey. He's not unhappy, per se - the kid is still smiling - but there's something in his face that falls almost imperceptibly at the suggestion that they stay at the tavern. Noticing Raph's observation of him, his smile brightens and he thanks the tavern keeper for his generosity.

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#rottmnt #rottmnt fantasy au #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt raph #when the moon meets the morning #marcus moncrief #jupiter jim #captain james jupiter #red fox #brotherly bonding #my fic #my writing #jadethest0ne #fanfic

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btsqualityy · 5 years

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BTS Second Pregnancy Series #5: The First Kick

20 weeks, or 5 months, pregnant

Kim Seokjin

“Here jagi,” Jin said as he handed you a plate full of kimbap before sitting down on the couch next to you.

“Oh, thank you Jin,” you smiled, leaning over and pressing a kiss to his cheek before making yourself comfortable against the side of his body and setting the plate on top of your baby bump. You started eating as Jin pressed play on the movie that the two of you had already picked out for your weekly movie night.

“If I fall asleep half way through this movie, don’t hold it against me,” Jin groaned as he let his head fall back against the couch. “I’m exhausted.”

“No, you’re fine,” you mumbled through a mouthful of food, making Jin laugh as he looked over at you. “Between work, keeping up with Kade today, and this little one,” you said as you rubbed the bottom of your growing belly. “I’m feeling the same way.”

“How are they doing in there?” Jin wondered with a smile.

“Well, I feel good, if that’s any indication,” you giggled. “And they’re clearly growing so.”

“Good. Now, share?” He requested, opening his mouth expectantly and you laughed as you grabbed a piece of kimbap and popped it into his mouth. The two of you then really settled down and paid more attention to the movie, with you eating your kimbap and sharing pieces with Jin whenever he held his mouth open. Suddenly, you felt a strong push against your skin, which knocked the plate of kimbap down onto the ground.

“Wow, clumsy much Jagi?” Jin teased and you set your hand on your stomach, smiling when your baby kept kicking.

“Jin, that wasn’t me,” you giggled happily. “It was the baby. They kicked.”

“Did they?” He wondered excitedly and you nodded. He held his hand out and you grabbed it, setting it directly over the spot where your baby was still moving around. “Wow.”

“I guess they’re mad that I was sharing the kimbap with you and not giving them enough,” you joked, which made Jin roll his eyes.

“In this family, we share food,” he whispered to your stomach, making you laugh loudly.

Min Yoongi

“Come here sweetheart,” you said as you held your arms open, and Kinsley didn’t hesitate to crawl into your arms and make herself comfortable, laying her head on your chest. Since getting into your second trimester, you had been able to gain a little bit of your energy back but you were still taking taking naps almost daily. Unlike with your first pregnancy where Yoongi had been your napping partner, Kinsley preferred to take his place most times these days.

“Is Daddy gonna come nap too?” Kinsley asked softly and you smiled as you ran your fingers through her hair.

“Mm, I don’t think so sweetheart. He’s in the studio right now,” you told her and she nodded slowly, snuggling her face into your chest. The two of you continued to lay there, eventually drifting off to sleep together.

When you woke up again, it was because you felt movement on the opposite side of your body from where Kinsley was laying. When you looked over, you saw Yoongi laying down on the bed, wrapping his arm around your bump and pulling both you and Kinsley closer to him.

“Mm, hi,” you whispered, making him smile when he realized that you were awake.

“Hi,” he murmured, leaning over and kissing you.

“What time is it?”

“Only 3:15,” he replied and you nodded, realizing that you had only been asleep for about an hour and a half.

“How was the studio? Did you get that melody out that you’ve been humming for days?” You chuckled.

“For your information, I did actually,” he replied, reaching down and pinching your butt. Before you could even reply, you felt a sudden hard kick from inside of you, making you gasp in surprise. Yoongi, who had his arm around your stomach, gasped as well.

“Was that?” He trailed off and you nodded in confirmation.

“Yeah, and that was the first time,” you told him, laughing when you felt two more kicks in rapid succession. Kinsley stirred against you after that, opening her eyes and whining loudly.

“Mommy, something hit me,” she drawled and both you and Yoongi couldn’t help but to laugh at her reaction.

“That was the baby sweetheart,” you said, pointing to your belly. “They’re moving around.”

“It’s not nice to hit people,” she muttered towards your bump and you stifled another laugh as Kinsley made herself comfortable and shut her eyes again.

“Well, I guess it’s safe to say that she’ll be fine with the baby as long as they don’t wake her up,” Yoongi laughed.

Kim Namjoon

“Mase, are you sure you wanna read this again?” You asked, eyeing the copy of Jack and The Beanstalk that Mason had in his hands. As usual, the two of you were in his room getting ready for story time after his bath and you had told him to pick out a book for story time. In order to get away from Mason repeatedly choosing Jack and the Beanstalk, you and Namjoon had bought him a decent amount of new books, which had excited him and kept his attention away from his favorite book of all time. However, he had made his way back to the story.

“I’m sure,” he nodded. “It’s my favorite.”

“I know buddy,” you smiled, taking the book out of his hands. “Wanna read it here or in Mommy and Daddy’s room?” He tilted his head to the side and hopped from one foot to the other as he thought about it.

“In your room,” he finally decided and you nodded, the two of you walking out of his room and down the hall into you and Namjoon’s room. You and Mason got onto the bed, with you sitting up against the headboard while Mason leaned against your arm.

“Comfortable?” You asked as you looked down at him and he nodded rapidly, making you laugh. You then opened the book, starting to read it from the beginning. You managed to get about halfway through the book before you felt repeated kicking from inside of you. You took one hand off of the book and set it on your baby bump, rubbing softly to try and get the baby to calm down. However, this didn’t work and it almost felt as if they started to kick you harder in retaliation.

“Mommy?” Mason called. “You stopped reading.”

“Oh, I’m sorry buddy,” you told him. “The baby is just kicking Mommy kind of hard.”

“It hurts?” He wondered and you couldn’t help but to chuckle at the concern laced throughout his tone.

“It doesn’t really hurt, it’s just kind of uncomfortable,” you replied and he nodded slowly. He then moved down, pushing his face close to the front of your growing bump.

“It’s not nice to kick Mommy,” he whispered to them and your eyes widened as you watched him talk to the baby. “And you have to listen to the story too. Jack and The Beanstalk is a really good story, I promise.” You smiled at him, and you realized that the kicking was slowly starting to taper off as well.

“I think they heard you buddy,” you told him, making him look up at you with a wide grin. “Come on, let’s finish your story.”

Jung Hoseok

“Hi baby,” Hobi smiled as he walked up to you. You ignored him and continued to wash your face as he set his hands on your belly and began talking to the baby. Hobi had made it a habit of talking to the baby every night before bed, and you had gotten so used to it that you didn’t even think that he was talking to you.

“How was your day?” Hobi asked you as he looked up and you shrugged as you rinsed your face off. Once you dried it off, you looked down at him and gave him a small smile.

“Not feeling that great,” you replied honestly, making him raise an eyebrow. “Chasing after the twins was just a little more tiring than usual today.”

“Well, you are at the halfway point in your pregnancy baby,” he nodded in understanding. “Plus, it probably didn’t help that I had to stay at the studio longer than usual today.”

“Don’t go blaming yourself, it’s not your fault,” you chastised him, rolling your eyes lightly. “I really just wanna lay down and cuddle though.”

“Well, lead the way,” he said, sweeping his arm out which made you chuckle and shake your head. The both of you walked out of the bathroom and into your bedroom, climbing into the bed and getting comfortable underneath the duvet.

“Come here baby,” he called and you moved over into his open arms, smiling when he laid his head on your chest. You placed your hands on his ears, touching them softly as he curved his neck so that he was closer to your baby bump. “You know, your mommy is doing such a good job of looking after you. Even while she tries to keep up with your big sister and brother.”

“You know, do you ever think that you may be getting on the baby’s nerves?” You wondered with a smile. “I mean, you’re always touching my bump and talking to them.”

“Of course I’m not,” he scoffed. “We’re bonding.” You just smiled and shook your head, listening as he continued to talk to them. Suddenly, you felt an extremely hard kick against your stomach, which made both you and Hobi wince simultaneously.

“Ow! They hit me in the eye,” he exclaimed.

“Heh, that’s pretty good for a first kick kiddo,” you praised them, making Hobi glare at you. “What? I told you that you were probably getting on their nerves and they kicked for the first time to prove that.”

“You know what?” He said. “Cuddle yourself tonight.”

“Hobi, it was a joke,” you laughed loudly.

Park Jimin

“Stop playing and come here,” you whispered to Jimin, who was playfully keeping his back turnt towards you. He turned to face you, a small smirk on his face as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Ah, I don’t know why you’re trying to seduce me,” he chuckled, setting his hands on your hips and pulling you closer to him despite his words. “You know that I said no sex.”

“Jimin, I’m fine,” you whined childishly. “I haven’t had any issues since we found out that I was pregnant. You shouldn’t be withholding sex from a pregnant woman with raging hormones.”

“Well, excuse me for being a little traumatized from how we’ve found out about both of your pregnancies,” Jimin muttered as he rolled his eyes. “I just don’t want to hurt you or the baby.”

“You won’t and even if you did, I’d tell you if I was uncomfortable,” you told him and he bit his lip as he thought about it. “Please?” You whispered, leaning in and leaving soft, open-mouthed kisses on his chin and jawline.

“You promise that you’ll stop me if you feel even a hint of pain or discomfort?” He wondered and you nodded as you continued kissing him.

“Promise,” you replied and you let out an involuntary moan when he kissed you firmly. You clutched onto him tighter as he backed you up to the bed, slowly lowering you down until you were resting comfortably on the duvet. His hands trailed down, squeezing your thighs as he left kisses on your neck.

“Mm, I’ve missed you,” he whispered and you smiled to yourself as he sucked on your neck.

“I missed you too Jimin-ssi,” you replied, letting your eyes flutter shut in pleasure. However, a quick movement against your abdomen made you pop your eyes open again. You waited for any more movement to confirm what you thought it was and when it happened again, you gasped softly.

“What? What’s wrong?” Jimin asked as he pulled back from your neck to look down at you after he noticed that you gasped.

“The baby kicked,” you told him happily.

“Is that the first time?” He questioned and you nodded in response. He set both of his hands on your bump, smiling when he felt the soft thumps against his palms. “I guess that’s their way of telling us to chill the hell out.”

“I guess so,” you giggled, happy to finally have felt your baby moving.

Kim Taehyung

“Tae,” you whined loudly from your place on the bed as you looked towards the bathroom door, where Taehyung was getting ready for bed. “Come to bed.”

“I’m moving as fast as I can jagi,” he chuckled. You just huffed gently, turning your head to the side just in time to see Yeontan trot into your and Taehyung’s bedroom.

“Hi Tan,” you smiled, a soft giggle escaping your mouth when Yeontan hopped up onto the bed and immediately came over to you, stepping in a circle a few times before settling down right up against your growing bump. Yeontan had been more attentive to your baby bump with this pregnancy, sniffing it and curling up against it a lot.

“Is he still being clingy?” Taehyung laughed as he turned off the bathroom light before walking out and into the bedroom. You watched silently as he walked over to the bed and crawled onto it, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder before laying down next to you.

“Yeah, apparently,” you shrugged, reaching down and gently scratching behind Yeontan’s ears. Suddenly, you felt a strong kick against your abdomen, which made Yeontan yip in surprise and quickly move away from your bump.

“What happened?” Taehyung asked with a chuckle.

“The baby kicked Tae,” you told him as you looked over at him.

“Did they?” He asked excitedly and you nodded, reaching over and grabbing one of his hands and placing it on your bump where the baby was still kicking. “Whoa, Squirt’s definitely strong.”

“It must’ve hurt Yeontan,” you giggled, looking over at Yeontan, who had moved over to Tae’s side of the bed.

“Just let him lick his wounds and he’ll be fine,” Tae laughed before turning his attention back to your belly, whispering softly to the baby.

Jeon Jungkook

“Mm, Kook,” you groaned, twisting around in his arms as his phone went off on the nightstand. “Your alarm.”

“I got it,” he mumbled, reaching over blindly and slapping the snooze button on his screen. You were semi-aware of him not getting out of bed, but you were too comfortable tucked into his side to really care so once the alarm was silenced, you threw your arm over his stomach and closed your eyes before drifting off to sleep again.

10 minutes later though, his alarm went off again. However, that’s not what woke you up again; this time, it was the feeling of steady pushing against your skin. You opened your eyes and looked down at your slightly extended baby bump, just barely making out what looked like, and felt like, your baby’s foot kicking inside of you.

“Seriously?” You grumbled, almost not believing what was happening right now. You then sat up a little, reaching over and pushing Jungkook’s arm repeatedly.

“Y/N-ah, leave me alone,” he groaned.

Get up, you jerk,” you whined. “You woke me up and I think you woke the baby up too, because they’re kicking the shit out of me.”

“Ok, fine,” he muttered, sitting up and turning the alarm off. He then pressed the heel of his palms against his eyes, shaking his head a few times to try and wake himself up. “Wait, the baby kicked?” He asked suddenly, looking over at you in surprise.

“Yeah,” you nodded. He leaned over and set one of his hands on your stomach, moving it around until he found the spot that your baby was kicking in.

“Wow,” he murmured softly. “I forgot how cool it is to feel them kick.”

“Don’t be cute, I’m supposed to be mad at you for waking us up,” you giggled softly.

“Mm, I’m sorry,” he said, pressing a kiss to your bump before sitting up and pressing a soft kiss to your lips.”Go back to sleep.”

“Ok,” you nodded as you laid back down. “Have a good day at work.”

“I will,” he chuckled, leaning down and kissing you one last time. “I love you.”

“I love you too Kook.”

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notyetneedcoffee · 5 years

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Got To Stay Warm Somehow

Pairing: Stucky x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, +18, threesome, DPs, super smutty

Author’s Note: Thanks to everyone for the great feedback! I’m going to be starting a tag list this weekend, so if you’re interested, please let me know!

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It started as a simple recon mission in the woods in Northern Canada. They got into the bunker, extracted what little intel was to be found and headed for home. The suspected threats turned out to be greatly over-exaggerated, so the two old friends just decided to enjoy the road trip to a bigger city where Stark could send a plane.

Unfortunately, the sky decided to dump a season’s worth of snow all at once.

They made it to a collection of log cabins, one seeming to be a lodge, before the roads became completely impassible. Inside they found the old couple who ran the lodge, their daughter-in-law and three grandkids. The son happened to be a long haul trucker out on a job. A handful of guest, locals who gathered for the storm. And a lovely bartender, you, who was the only one with a smile.

“Well,” Steve turned off the power to his cell phone. “We’re stuck until the storm passes. They’re not going to drop in a jet if we’re not in danger.”

“Does being trapped with Boris Karloff and his uglier brothers count?” Bucky glanced over at three lanky, creepy looking guys sitting at the table in the corner.

“That’s the Wilkins brothers.” You set down a tray with beer bottles and bar snacks. You slipped into the spare seat. “They live in a shack up here. Real reclusive. Frankly, they make me want to shower every time they look at me.” You cracked open one of the beers and took a swig. “The other’s aren’t so bad, though.”

“So,” Cap opened his own bottle and leaned back in his chair. “You don’t really seem to fit in. Why are you out here in the middle of nowhere?”

“Used to live in Chicago. High stress job, not enough money, too many people, way too much stress for a treadmill existence.” You smiled. “In the span of a couple months I lost my mom to an aneurysm, my brother to a motorcycle accident because he was a stupid shit and driving drunk, and my dad to a heart attack. He couldn’t take the loss. I was at work one day and just stopped. I looked around and thought, what the hell am I doing? I’m wasting the life I’ve got. So I packed up my suitcase, my cameras, and just started driving.”

“Cameras?” Bucky asked.

“I sell my photos. Nature, landscapes, wildlife. This place is amazing, when you can see through the snow storm.” You smiled at him. He was gorgeous. They both were. When Bucky’s smile widened, your mind swirled with so many dirty thoughts.

“You’re an artist, then.” Steve beamed at you too.

“Yep.” You grinned, leaning forward. “So are you in this hole in the wall to save the world, or just find a warm spot?”

Bucky laughed. Steve looked sheepish.

“You got a warm spot for a couple road weary soldiers?” Bucky teased.

Oh shit, the man had trouble written all over him. You wanted to climb him like a tree. “Oh, I’ve got a warm spot.”

The next few hours were spent talking, laughing, flirting. The snow got deeper and the rooms got colder. Eventually, everyone went to bed.

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You sat in the middle of your little bed, wrapped in a quilt. It was freezing. The old heaters couldn’t keep up. Beside being cold you couldn’t take your mind off the two sexy super soldiers sharing the only remaining guest room. It was over the unused dining room. They were probably colder in there than you were.

Then again, you had a wicked idea to work up some body heat. It had been a while and you really wanted to get laid. They were both attractive, both flirted with you. You couldn’t tell who was more interested. What if…? A truly wicked image filled your mind. Oh, fuck, you’d always wanted…

You found yourself standing at their door, wearing nothing but a button up flannel nightshirt that barely covered your ass and a pair of cotton panties.

Bucky opened the door, leaning against the frame, taking you in. “Hey, Doll. Come on in.”

“I just wanted to let you know the heaters are crapping out. So it’s going to get cold when we have to just rely on the fireplaces.” You rocked on you bare feet.

“We’ll have to be sure not to freeze to death, then.” His blue eyes lit with mischief, and more than a little lust.

“I can think of a way we can keep warm.” You grinned wickedly at Bucky.

“Well, Doll.” He ran his hands up and down your arms. His hands drifted over your shoulders, across your collarbone and down to top of your breasts. “I really like the sound of that, but I don’t think my buddy Steve would appreciated it much.”

Just over his shoulder Steve intensely stared at the two of you.

You reached up and pulled Bucky’s head down to yours, kissing him hard before breathing into his mouth. “Can he join us?”

Bucky’s eyes went wide for a moment before the corner of his lip twitched up. “That’s up to him.”

You took the few steps to Steve, his blue eyes gone dark. Touching his strong chest, shoulders, sharp jaw, you licked your lips. “Well? Do you want to fuck me, too?”

He swallowed, remaining silent. Steve’s eyes drifted past your mouth, down to your breasts. They flicked up to Bucky, but only for a moment. Finally, he took a deep breath and placed his hands on your shoulders, turning you towards Bucky.

So much for fulfilling a dream.

Fingers grasped your hair and a strong hand came down with crack across your ass. You jumped. Yelped. When Steve’s bit down on your earlobe you moaned. “Oh, yes.”

Bucky peeled off his shirt as he came closer.

Steve still held your head back, arm wrapped around you, jean clad erection now pressed to your ass. “You came on pretty strong, sweetheart. Are you really going to be a good girl for us?”

You moaned, nodding your head as much as his fisted hand would allow. God. This made you more turned than you could have ever imagined.

“We need to hear it.” Bucky cupped your breasts through your nightshirt. “This stops if you don’t use your words.”

“Yes. I’m going to be a very good girl.”

“What is it that you want, Doll?” The cool metal fingers of his hand slipped along your cotton covered pussy.

“Tell us.” Steve rutted against your ass, hand on your belly holding you close.

“I want you to fuck me.” Your voice quivered with excitement. “Want you both. Now.”

Bucky’s hands tore open the buttons of your nightshirt, exposing your heaving chest. Both hands kneaded your tits, rolling your nipples under his thumbs. His mouth crashed into yours, messy and wet. You pulled at his hair. He groaned and pinched your hard buds, pulling on them almost painfully. You gasped.

“Turn around, Doll.” Bucky bit your lower lip. “And put this gorgeous mouth on my pal’s cock.”

Behind you Steve had shed all his clothes. He was spectacular. “Holy shit.”

He cupped your face, kissing you thoroughly. Different than Bucky, still drinking you up and making you weak. Your fingers moved over taunt muscles. He was so solid. He growled when your hand wrapped around his amazing dick. Silk flesh over steel.

He petted your hair as you tasted your way down his torso, tongue lapping at his abs, nose rubbing in the sprinkling of hair leading down from his navel. “Yes.” Steve breathed as you took him in your mouth. His girth forced your jaws open wide. You pumped your hand slowly up the base of him in time with your head.

When you massages his balls he readjusted his feet allowing you better access. Your tongue swirled and licked. Slobber dribbled down, soaking your hand as well as his cock. You sucked and hummed. When you rubbed your saliva slicked knuckles into the spot just behind his sack, Steve’s hands gripped your hair.

“Oh fuck. She’s good.” He panted.

“My turn.” Bucky growled pulling you away from Steve and to where he held out his thick cock for you. He was not as long, but thicker, heavier. As you fucked him with mouth and hands, he groaned. “Holy shit, Doll. So sweet.” His hands pulled your hair back. “Look at that filthy mouth. Gorgeous.”

You felt strong hands graze over your ass, spreading you wide. “She’s glistening.” Steve purred. You hummed against Bucky’s cock when you felt Steve’s fingers slip inside your wet cunt. His the fingers of his other hand rubbed at your clit, then rolled it between forefinger and thumb. You shook, moaning hard.

“Fuck. Do that again, Stevie.” He did and you quivered to your core. Bucky panted. “Fuck yes.”

“Bet she tastes good, too.” Steve rubbed right against your g spot, firm and steady. “Will come for me, beautiful?”

Bucky pulled you away from him, manhandling you to the bed and throwing you down on your back. “Open up wide for my boy, here.” He smirked at your smile, lips wet and swollen. Your legs opened, exposing you to them both. Bucky slicked his fingers through your fold. “So, pretty.”

He crawled up on his knee beside you, but your focus was on Steve who knelt between your legs. His fingertip spread you open and laid his flat tongue against you, licking you up. He hummed in pleasure. “You taste like heaven.”

Steve’s mouth sucked on your clit, flicking you with his tongue. His fingers buried in you again, calling you to come for him. You mewed, and whimpered. The tension centered in your core. Body writhing, your hands reached for whatever flesh you could reach.

When Bucky’s mouth closed over your nipple and he began to pull at it with his teeth, you arched back with a cry. It was all so much, every nerve on fire, your approaching orgasm intense.

“Hold still for us, Doll.” His metal hand closed around your throat, holding you down with pressure but not choking. Your eyes about rolled back. You never knew you like that before.

“Yes, sir.” Your voice shook but you moaned, “Yes, more.”

Steve pushed you leg down harder, his mouth making you writhe. Bucky leaned over you, hand tightening. His other fingers pulling hard at your nipple. He licked your lower lip. “Come for us.”

You may have screamed into his mouth, coming apart violently.

Boneless and breathing hard, Bucky lifted you up and onto Steve’s waiting cock where he now lay on his back. He slipped in, bottoming out, and flooding you with new sensations. His mouth devoured yours. You tasted yourself, felt the slick of your sex on his face. His hips jerked up into you, growling, “So tight, beautiful girl. Fuck you feel so good.”

He suddenly lifted your hips, slipping out. You whined at the loss, but felt cool metal finger slip into you. Bucky captured your wetness, slicking you up. He finger rubbed around your ass, making you moan. His open mouth trailed kisses across your shoulder and neck.

Steve filled you again. You rocked on him. His hands on you, everywhere. “Kiss me.”

You leaned forward, laying on him and sharing wet kisses.

Bucky’s finger slid past the tight pucker of your ass. You moved with him as he prepared you for his cock. The sensation was intoxicating. You felt another orgasm building, moaning into Steve’s kiss. When you felt Bucky push the head of his cock into you, you gasped.

“Breathe. Just relax, Beautiful.” Steve nipped you lip and pulled at your nipple.

The initial pain vanished, leaving you overwhelmed. So full. Drowning in pleasure. “Oh god,” You panted. “Move, please. Fuck me.”

“Oh, shit.” Bucky growled out as he began to thrust. They moved in time with one another.

“I’m going to come again.” You cried, eyes locking shut one hand clenched in Steve’s.

Bucky pulled back on your hair. Steve’s hand closed around your throat. They arched you back like a bow. You squirted hard over Steve’s cock, body shaking with the most intense orgasm you’d ever had.

“Fuck!” Steve’s hips slammed up into you faster. “I, ah, I’m…”

“Come for me.” You mewed, a sex drunk smile on your face, panting. The surge of another orgasm dancing on your nerves. “Fuck me hard. Fill me up. Both of you”

“Goddamn.” Bucky slammed into you. Both pounding hard. The bed creaking. Skin slapping. The most lewd and vulgar sounds filling the air. Bucky’s hips lost his rhythm. He growled, emptying himself.

You cried out, coming again, in spasms.

Bucky pulled away as Steve lifted you enough to pound his cock into you fast, mouth open, panting. “Ah, fuck, yes!” He came hard, holding your hips tight, buried deep.

Laying across Steve’s body, you felt heavy and boneless. It took a while for your breath to calm down. Gentle hands rolled you onto your back. You opened your eyes to see Bucky leaning over you. His lips fell on your, slow and gentle.

He pulled back and began gingerly cleaning your up with a warm washcloth. Steve nuzzled against your cheek, wanting a kiss of his own. He smiled, big and bright. Bucky stretched out on the other side of you, hand drawing lazy circles on you belly.

You giggled.

“What?” Bucky kissed your shoulder.

“I’m not cold anymore.”

You all laughed.

Steve tossed a leg over yours “Well, it’s likely to cool off in the next day or two. Maybe you should stay close.”

“Maybe I’ll have to. I don’t think I can move.” You chuckled.

Bucky and Steve laughed again.

They nestled you between them and you soon began to drift off, feeling utterly sated and safe. You were definitely warm buried between their strong bodies.

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star-spangled-steve · 5 years

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His New Partner

Chapter 31: The Nine Long Months

Series Masterlist

Previous Chapter

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Words: 2877

Warnings: Pregnancy, child birth, some angst, some fluff, cussing.

A/N: I feel like this kind of sucks, and I’m so sorry! I’ve been having a bit of writer’s block recently, but I hope that it’s not too bad for you guys. Also, the italicized words are flashbacks.

“Seriously?” Y/N groaned, dramatically throwing her head back onto the pillow behind her. “No food? No water?”

“Come on, N/N. It’s not too bad.” Tony failed to hide his grin. “You still have these delicious ice chips.” He shook around the tiny styrofoam cup that was filled to the brim, watching as the girl got more and more annoyed.

She rolled her eyes. “Mmm, delicious.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N. But it’s for serious reasons, and I know you that know that.” Dr. Madeline Bennett, one of the top OB-GYNs in America, spoke with an apologetic smile. “These next several hours are not going to be easy, but you’ve been preparing for this for the past nine months. As long as you cooperate, you’re going to do great, sweetie. ‘Kay?”

Y/N nodded her head, sheepishly placing her hands on her extremely large belly. “Okay. Thanks, Doc.” She watched as the other woman walked out of the room, letting out a heavy sigh once she knew that she was completely gone.

“Y’okay, kid?” Tony asked her, seeing the nervous look that was painted his friend’s face.

She dismissively shook her head in response, trying to break herself out of the nervous trance that had currently taken over her mind. “I’m fine.” The girl rubbed her hands up and down her midsection, wishing that it could be filled with something other than a baby. “Just hungry, that’s all.”

“Ewww!” Y/N groaned after taking a bite of the pancakes that Pepper had just made her. She made grabby hands towards the paper towel roll, a sour look completely taken over her face. “‘Gimme, ‘gimme.” Her articulation was horrible due to the massive clump of barely chewed food that was just sitting in her mouth.

Pepper frowned as she handed her friend a rectangle of the paper towel, watching as the younger girl spit the mushy piece of pancake right into it. “What’s wrong with them?”

Y/N took a long drink of her water, gurgling to get the taste completely out of her mouth. “You didn’t tell me you put banana in there!”

The strawberry blonde furrowed her eyebrows. “I didn’t think I had to. You love my banana chocolate chip pancakes.” She placed her hands on her hips, remembering something that happened way back. “Actually, you were the one who suggested putting the bananas in-in the first place! You said it would be a healthier option!”

The three months pregnant woman shoved her plate away from her. “Ya, well, I don’t like bananas anymore!”

“It’s true.” Tony agreed nonchalantly as he walked into the kitchen, taking a large bite of his apple. He walked up to Pepper, who he had recently got back together with after their brief ‘break’, placing a chaste kiss on her cheek after swallowing.

“They make her sick now.” Vision added from his seat at the kitchen table.

Rhodes nodded from right next to him. “Ya, she can’t even smell them.”

Pepper sighed, grabbing the basically full plate and beginning to dig in herself. “Well, if anyone has a manual to pregnant Y/N, that’d be greatly appreciated.”

“I’ll have F.R.I.D.A.Y. send it over.” Tony replied, and no one could tell whether or not he was actually joking.

The girl in discussion just gave a small shrug Pepper’s way, taking another sip of her water. She then placed the glass down with a frown, noticing how nobody was moving to get her anything different. “So… do I just not get breakfast now?”

“Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!” Y/N wailed. “Oh, god. Shit!” Her hands were clenched in fists, and her head was back and aimed towards the sky, silently asking whatever God or Gods were up there to help her out. As the large contraction finally began to calm down, the girl took a deep breath in hopes to relax herself. “Those things hurt like a bitch.”

“The little one’s just eager, that’s all.” Tony spoke from his chair right next to her bed.

Y/N quietly chuckled. “Never stops moving; just like-” She stopped herself from finishing her sentence, knowing that it would hurt too much to say the name of the man who broke her heart. “Never mind.”

Tony gave her a sympathetic nod. “I know, sweet pea.” He placed a hand on her forearm and gave her a comforting squeeze, not wanting her to be under anymore stress than she already was. “You and your little boy are fighters.”

“You ready for the big reveal?” Dr. Bennett asked with a smile as she walked into the small Avengers Compound office that had been set up for her appointments with Y/N.

The girl, who had wanted to keep this whole ordeal out of the press, had insisted on not going out for doctor’s visits.

“A bit nervous, if I’m being honest.” She responded.

“Why?” The older woman questioned. “You want a certain gender over the other?”

Y/N shook her head. “Nope, just... I don’t even know. I guess I’m always nervous for these things.”

“Well, there’s no need.” The doctor spoke while grabbing the jelly to rub on her midsection. “This is just going to be a little cold; you know from the last time.”

The five months pregnant woman winced as soon as the substance touched her belly, making Dr. Bennett chuckle.

After several seconds of scanning Y/N’s belly to get a good view, the doctor had finally figured out which sex it was. She turned to her patient with a smile. “You for sure want to know, right?”

“Yup.” Y/N responded shakily. “Tell me.”

“You’re having a boy!”

The girl let out the breath that she didn’t know she was holding, grateful to have at least one mystery now solved. “Oh my goodness, I’m so excited. How is it that you know?”

Dr. Bennett pointed to the screen. “Well, you see this little protruding thingy right here?”

“Hey, sweetie.” Pepper greeted as she walked inside of the small room, Rhodes trailing directly behind her. “How you doing?”

Y/N sighed. “Not too bad. Pretty uncomfortable, though.” She rubbed her hands up and down her large stomach, noticing that Rhodes was carrying a paper shopping bag. “What’s in there?”

“We, uh, went out and bought you a little something.” The man answered with a grin, before pulling a small brown teddy bear out of the bag. He watched as Y/N’s eyes lit up, her hands going over her mouth in awe.

“You guys!” She beamed as they placed the plush toy in her waiting hands, hugging it tight to her chest. “Thank you so much. You know how much I love stuffed animals.”

“Uhm… ya, N/N… it’s actually for the baby.” Rhodes said with a sheepish look.

Y/N’s face instantly dropped. “Oh, um… sorry. I didn’t know that.”

The man began to laugh at her reaction, realizing that his little joke probably wasn’t very funny to her right now. “No, no, I’m just messing with ‘ya! It’s for you, honey.”

The girl let out a heavy breath and shook her head at his antics.

“Ya,” Pepper added, “the baby couldn’t even play with that anyways. The plastic eyeballs are a choking hazard.”

Y/N’s eyebrows drew together. “They are? Well damn, I didn’t know that either.” Her bottom lip began to quiver, almost comically, as she squeezed the teddy bear tighter to her body. “I could’ve ch-choked my baby. I-I’m ’gonna be such a terrible mother!”

“Oh, boy.” Tony frowned, walking towards her to stroke her hair. “No you’re not, sweetheart.”

“N/N,” the other woman spoke kindly, “you’re going to be an amazing mother, and you are amazing with these kinds of things. I’ve seen it.”

“Oh goodness, all this stuff is so cute!” Y/N smiled while she and Pepper sat on the couch, scrolling through countless baby websites together. They had originally planned on going to the stores in person, but opted out because Y/N didn’t want to be seen pregnant in public. Who knew what the paparazzi would do if they caught sight of it?

“I know right.” Pepper agreed before flipping her laptop towards the other girl, pointing at two small blue objects on her screen. “Look at these little booties!”

“Aww!” Y/N giggled. “Those are so adorable.” She turned back towards her own computer, continuing to scroll through. “There’s a huge onesie selection on this one site. Like, they are all so nice, and they look like they’re good qual-”

Pepper looked towards her friend, wondering why she stopped mid-sentence, only to see a heavy frown painted on her face. “What’s wrong, sweetie?” When Y/N wouldn’t answer, Pepper decided to peer over her shoulder, slightly gasping at the sight in front of her.

Right in the middle of Y/N’s laptop screen was a navy blue onesie, a big Captain America shield placed right on the front of it.

“Oh, honey-”

“It’s fine.” The seven months pregnant woman interrupted, discreetly wiping a tear from the corner of her eye. “Let’s just keep shopping. We’re not nearly done.” She technically was correct, as for obvious reasons they hadn’t done a baby shower. There was still a ton of things to purchase. “What about a breast pump?” She sniffled. “I need one of those, right?”

“When is this going to be over?” Y/N groaned, dramatically running her hands down her face. Or, at least any man would’ve said that she was being dramatic. Any woman would completely understand the pain that she was going through. “I’m sick and tired of this!” She glared down towards her protruding belly, pointing a stern finger at it. “I swear, when you get out here young man, you are in very big trouble!” She instantly felt a sharp pain come from her womb and gasped in response. “Wha-? Little guy just kicked me!”

Rhodes tried to hide his chuckle with a fake cough. “I guess it’s payback for you yelling at him.”

“Ya.” Tony nodded along. “He clearly knows his mom’s voice by now. That’s a good thing.”

The girl shrugged. “I guess.” She began thinking back to all the long nights that she spent just speaking to him and him alone. “Still doesn’t make my cervix hurt any less, though.”

“Buddy,” Y/N sighed as she laid on her bed, rubbing her nine months pregnant belly, “you’ve ‘gotta calm down. It’s getting late, I want to sleep.”

She got a kick in response, much like the ones that she’d been getting for the past hour or so.

“Oh, I see how it is.” She lightly chuckled. “So stubborn, eh? Hmm… how can I get you to go to bed?” She racked her brain for any ideas that would work, before finally stumbling upon one. “How about I sing you a lullaby? Okay? ‘Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star’?”

An additional kick to the womb alerted her that he was probably okay with that.

The girl cleared her throat before beginning, ready to sing her little boy a song that she’d most likely be singing to him for the next several years.

“Come on, Y/N.” Dr. Bennett urged in a calm and collected tone from between her patient’s legs. “One more push, that’s all.”

“That’s all, N/N.” Tony repeated from his friend’s side, her hand squeezing the living daylights out of his own. “One more and he’s here.”

She gave them a strained nod before beginning that final push, her screams so loud that they could’ve probably been heard throughout the whole Compound.

Though, they were interrupted by a sudden high-pitched cry; one not of an adult, but of a newborn baby.

“I-Is that-?”

“Yes.” The doctor interrupted Y/N with a grin, slightly holding up the boy to show her what he looked like. “He’s here.”

A huge smile took over the girl’s face as she laid back on her bed, her muscles finally relaxing after many tedious hours.

Dr. Bennett cut the umbilical cord herself, knowing better than to ask Tony because he wasn’t the father, and wrapped the baby up before bringing him over to Y/N’s waiting arms.

“Hi, baby boy.” The mother cooed as she brought him close to her chest, taking in just how beautiful he was. “You’re finally here.” Tears began to mix with the sweat that was already coating her face, and she sniffled.

“He’s gorgeous.” Tony spoke from beside her, making her glance up to smile at him.

“Isn’t he?”

Y/N looked back down at her newborn son and began to lightly bounce him in her arms, causing the boy gurgle in response. “He’s so precious.”

“Do we have a name yet?” Dr. Bennett questioned the girl.

She nodded her head before making eye contact with Tony, getting ready to drop a huge metaphorical bomb on him. “The first name is Anthony, and the middle name is James.”

Stark’s heart felt like it stopped beating for a second. “W-What? You can’t be serious.”

Y/N nodded. “Well, I am.” She turned back towards the doctor, a big smile on her face. “That’s the name.”

“N/N-”

“Tony, I want this.” She interrupted him firmly. “You and Rhodey have been with me every step of the way through this pregnancy. This is my way of saying thank you, and that I love you guys.”

The man nodded, feeling tears spark into his eyes at her words. He definitely didn’t feel deserving, but if that’s what she wanted, he wasn’t going to argue.

“Is there a last name that you want me to put?” The doctor spoke again. “You can decide later if you want, that’s totally fine.“

“Rogers.” Y/N stated, her tone leaving no room for discussion. She knew that she was about to get heckled for it, but had already made up her mind many months prior.

“Are you sure about that, N/N?”

“Yes, Tony.” She gulped, stroking her son’s soft face. “I am.”

“So, I’ve been wondering…” Steve spoke as Y/N sat on his lap with her back faced towards him, the television in front of them playing a movie that neither one of them were actually watching.

“So, you’ve been wondering…?” The girl repeated playfully, turning around in his lap to face him.

The man took her left hand in his right one and began to toy with the large diamond ring on her finger. “We’ve been engaged for a few months now, and you still haven’t told me what your last name is going to be.”

“What do you mean?” Y/N asked, tilting her head to the side in the way that Steve found so adorable.

“Like, you know, are you taking mine? Are you keeping yours? Are you hyphenating?” He listed off, very curious of what her answer was going to be. “I know that there’s a lot of new ways of doing things these days, and I know that with your fame you might want to keep your own. Whatever you do choose, though, it’s fine by me.“

The Captain’s words were followed with a loving kiss from his fiancée, which he immediately melted right into. His large hands firmly gripped Y/N’s hips as he groaned lowly into her mouth.

“Was that supposed to give me some sort of an answer?” He asked after their lips parted.

Y/N gave him a sweet smile. “I want to take yours.”

“Really?” Steve questioned.

“Yes.” She nodded, hands resting at the nape of his neck and massaging gently. “I want to be a Rogers. I always have.”

“And you’re absolutely sure about this, doll? Because from what I’ve read, most celebrities hyphenate or just keep their own.”

“I’m not them, though.” The girl stated. “Stevie, I’ve been scribbling ‘Y/N Rogers’ in my notebook since the night of our first date. I’m very sure about this.”

The mother and son sat in silence, her lightly stroking his little face with the pads of her fingers. She watched as he repeatedly opened and closed his eyes, crystal blue irises that were very much like his father’s melting her heart already.

Her family was currently on their flight in, ready to meet their newest member, and her friends from work we’re going to drive up right away. Y/N had politely asked Tony, Pepper, Rhodes, and Vision to step out of the room, as she had wanted a moment alone with her baby before all of the commotion. And for the first time in a very long time, Y/N had gotten the chance to just breathe.

She had been so worried, so incredibly nervous for the past nine months that she had almost forgot to actually enjoy the experience. So scared of her and her baby being alone, that she really forgot to cherish his company. But now, holding her precious little creation in her arms so lovingly, Y/N knew that she and her son were going to be okay.

“Ya, sweetheart.” She spoke softly to him, rocking him in her arms. “We’re going to just fine.” She pressed a kiss to his forehead and let it linger, basking in the presence of the person who was now most important to her. “Just fine.”

Baby Anthony James Rogers murmured a couple incoherent sounds in response. He had not a single clue that he was missing out on meeting his father, the man who should’ve been sharing this very exact moment with them.

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asphalt-cocktail · 4 years

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Kinkmas Prompt #12: Pet Play

A/N: Hi Yall! I’m going to be honest I thought about making this longer but I ended up keeping it short, so if you would like a part 2 slide into my DMs/asks. Stay tuned for another fic tonight! I’ve never written pet play before so I wasnt entirely sure what to write, sorry if it isn’t what you expected! If you would like to request a prompt and character yourself please reference my Kinkmas masterpost.

Pairing: The Beatles x Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Smut, Polyamory, mentions of prostitution, oral(f receiving), pet play, collar, idk really.

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Your job was… well it was interesting to say the least. It started out as a simple customer service job working for Brian Epstein, you’d answer phones, schedule appointments, take notes, you know the usual things a secretary would do. It was a job that didn’t help you pay the bills.

You spent many a break on your phone with your mom, “I don’t know how I’m going to make rent.” You said in a hushed tone, talking in the back office in hopes that no one would hear you.

Your mom always took moments like these to remind you that you should have never moved to the city, “I know, I know.” Your tone frustrated and disgruntled, “I’m picking up extra shifts at that restaurant I told you about.” No matter how hard you worked, it seemed as though she was always disappointed with your decision to be more independent.

It wasn’t until your boss, Mr. Epstein over heard you that he propositioned you.

Your face flushed “You-you want me to what?” You asked in disbelief. It wasn’t an unappealing offer to say the least, but it caught you off guard.

Brian shifted sheepishly, “Well, with going over to the states, I don’t want the boys to run wild with all the women that’ll be around.” You understood what he was getting at, the boys did have insatiable sexual appetites that had only been fueled by their recent claim to fame. They couldn’t run around ruining their own reputation, not after all of the work they put in, “I’ll pay you more of course, for your troubles.” He cleared his throat “I’ll even throw in apartment that’s closer to the studio for your troubles.” He crossed his arms over his chest and awaited your response.

You chewed on your lip and pondered, an apartment closer to work would be nice, and the more pay was enticing, but you couldn’t wrap your head around prostituting yourself. It was literally what your mom had warned you would happen.

“You’re going to end up selling sex for money!” She would scold and you’d laugh.

That was ridiculous wasn’t it?

Well, apparently it wasn’t all that ridiculous because here you were, seriously considering it as an option to help you pay the bills. You swallowed thickly and glanced at the soundproof window that looked into the studio, you could see the boys goofing off, George’s sharp cheekbones, Paul’s pouty lips, Ringo’s cheeky smirk, and John’s devilish glint that hid behind his Buddy Holly inspired glasses were all enticing. You looked back at your boss and pursed your lips for a moment “I’ll do it.” You responded with a curt nod.

Today was actually your first day in your new position and your first official day in America. Per the boys, you were told to wait patiently in the green room for them to finish their performance and set out bottles of water and towels for when they returned. It didn’t matter how thick the concrete walls were or how many divided you from the crowd you could still hear their roars as clear as day. The reception they received was insane.

But what was even more insane was this stupid collar that you had on. It was simple and black with a silver buckle on it and the short pencil skirt you were always required to wear, for easy access. You checked the clock, their show would be over in ten minutes, so you assumed your position next to the door and knelt, smoothing your skirt over your thighs and waited.

Your knees hurt and dug into the tacky shag carpet while you played with the hem of your skirt, rubbing it between your fingers nervously. You could hear chatter on the other side of the door and the handle jiggled. You sat up straight and poised, adjusting your chest so it stuck out more than usual for good measure. You were nervous, your heart was racing, and your breathing sped up as you saw the first boot step through the door. Your eyes remained averted and your face flushed, you swallowed thickly, and the collar felt as though it was getting tighter around your neck.

“Your show sounded great!” You said greeting them.

“Wow,” Ringo quipped, “I wasn’t expecting you to actually do what we asked.”

You looked up to see them, their mop tops sweaty and plastered to their faces, and cheeks reddened from heat “Well,” You started, “It’s my job, why wouldn’t I do it?” You asked honestly.

John smirked, “You’re an obedient little kitten, aren’t you?” He asked. You clenched your thighs, you’d never been called kitten before. It ignited a fire in your belly, “Come on over here.” He beckoned.

You nodded and stood up from your spot on the floor, brushing your skirt and legs off and walked over. John spread his legs and patted his lap for you to sit and you promptly followed his silent command. As soon as took your seated position his hand gripped the dip of your hip, calloused fingers rubbing softly on the fabric.

“Are you nervous?” Paul asked and gave you a knowing smirk.

Your eyes darted around the room before you shook your head “No,” You lied through your teeth.

“Why don’t you be a good little Kitty and spread those legs for us then?” John asked, using his large hands to rub the inside of your thighs and beckon them open.

You leaned back into his shoulder, inhaling his musky scent and spread your legs wide. Your skirt began to inch up your lap before it exposed the damp spot that had soaked through your cotton panties. You turned your face with embarrassment and buried it into John’s neck. Your chest heaved with anticipation as you felt his calloused hands inching closer and closer to your heat.

Your legs began to shake, feeling his hand touching everywhere but where you so desperately needed it, “Come on, John, don’t go on teasing the poor thing.” George cooed.

With that he finally pulled your panties to the side, gathering the slick on his fingers before he pushed into your tight cunt. You choked out a high-pitched moan and spread your legs further. His fingers expertly circled your clit while he trailed kisses down your neck, licking and sucking to mark your skin. But, as soon as his fingers entered you, they exited and moved up to your chest, pulling your shirt up and exposing your breasts. John pulled your bra down causing them to spill out and your nipples to begin to harden in response to the cool air.

His calloused hands began to pinch and twist the pebbled buds, your mouth hung open and you rested your head on his shoulder while he whispered filthy words into your ear. You opened your eyes for a brief moment and looked down to see Ringo settling between your legs. He looked up at you nervously, for such a handsome man he was the most self-conscious out of all four of the boys, “Mind if I…” he trailed off as his hand settled on either side of your panties. You nodded your head, urging him to take them off.

Once they were slipped off and your skirt now fully bunched up, exposing your entire bottom half Ringo settled between your legs, spreading your folds and getting a view of the mess you were making on John’s trousers. He experimentally inserted a finger into you and instinctively curled it upwards, brushing against your soft walls. The sensation of his cold rings biting against your skin and the pleasure he was bringing you along with John gripping your breasts soon became over whelming.

Paul stood behind Ringo, observing your dripping cunt and watching Ringo’s thick fingers disappearing within you, pumping in and out rhythmically, “Give her a taste,” He urged, “She’s been such a good girl.”

Your walls fluttered around Ringo’s fingers at the positive affirmation which caused Ringo to smirk. He spread you apart and hesitantly dipped his head between your legs and licked at your wet folds. You shuttered and your hips relaxed while your head fell back onto John’s shoulder while he pinched and pulled your nipples.

Ringo’s tongue delved inside you, lapping at your wet core like a starved man, his fingers continued to pump in and out of you, curling and rubbing against your soft walls. You bucked your hips and ground them against his face and moved to lace your fingers through his hair, but your wrist was quickly snatched by a set of long and thin fingers.

You opened one of your eyes and saw George holding your wrist and stroking his length in his other hand. Instinctively you reached out and brushed your thumb over the tip, spreading the precum that had leaked out over and pumped your hand down his length. He shuttered and brushed your hair out of your face, grabbing a fist full and tilting your head back roughly.

You gasped as your head jerked back, exposing your neck and allowing now both John and George to kiss your neck, the contrasting feelings of their kisses and Ringo tongue vigorously lapping at you caused your chest to heave and breathy moans to seep from your lips as you continued to roll your hips and jerk George off. You reached your hand up and ran your nails down the side of John’s neck while you desperately sought something to keep your self-anchored to while your walls quivered around Ringo’s tongue. “Do you think our good little kitten deserves to come?” John asked, his voice was heavy with lust.

Paul gave you a cheeky smirk, “Why don’t you be a good girl and come all over Ringo’s face for us.” You glanced over to see him seated casually, his long legs sprawled out, pants unzipped, and pumping his length in his hand. Your back arched against John’s broad shoulders and you let out a desperate cry as you came, your walls pulsating and clenching Ringo’s fingers. Neither of the boys had yet to get off, but you still had a feeling that your time with them was far from over.

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talesofphantombandits · 4 years

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The Loyalty of a Bandit ~ Chapter 2.

I wasn’t happy with the first chapter so I went back into it after writing this and edited/ made it a little longer. So please go read Chapter One before this. Thank you <3

Character pairing: Poe Dameron/OC character.

Warnings: probably mild language. If you would like to be tagged let me know.

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I stirred to the sound of two people arguing.

“You can’t just kidnap someone Poe!” A women shouted.

“We needed a thief! Yes it wasn’t the one we met with. But she just happened to steal from me and honestly I was impressed.” I knew that voice, but my head was so fuzzy that I couldn’t picture his face.

“It would have been nice if you would have talked to her first! Explain the situation and maybe she would have come willingly!”

“There was no time Leia, she would have put up a fight either way.”

“Let’s hope your right about this, if she causes trouble.”

“Yeah. My head I know.”

There was a lot of shuffling, some banging and then a door closing. I relaxed a little but decided to wait until I was sure both people had left the room before I moved. I needed to know where I was and who I was up against. My thoughts were interrupted when a deep voice sounded from the middle of the room.

“I know you’re awake.”

I kept my eyes closed but sighed deeply. My mind a lot clearer now I knew it was the guy from the Cantena, the one I’d stolen from. This was going to be bad.

“Where am I?” I opened my eyes to see him, he had his back to me while he was fiddling with some objects on the table in front of him.

“Resistance base.” He turned to look at me, leaning on the table.

“You’re with the resistance.”

Well at least this was a better situation than being at the First Order base, but I still felt unnerved. They were still directly linked to war and conflict, something I was trying to keep my distance from. But in a world full of violence and hate I guess it was only a matter of time before I witnessed it first hand.

“You sound surprised?” He crossed his arms over his chest, he looked at me with a snug expression.

I got the vibe that he thought he was the best, he was charming I’ll give him that. He was also very handsome which was going to make hating him hard, but his cocky attitude was making it very easy right now. However I couldn’t help but notice the flex of his muscles against his tight beige shirt that drew my eyes away from his face.

“Well yeah, I didn’t know the resistance kidnapped people, isn’t that more first order behaviour.” My eyes shifted back to his face but it was too late he’d caught me staring.

He gave me that smirk, that knowing look that said I caught you and you can’t deny that you’re attracted to me. “I did what I had to.” He shrugged.

“Why I’m I here?”

“You’re honestly taking this better than I thought.” He pushed himself off of the table and walked his way towards me. I pushed back in the bed surprised that he was coming closer, I couldn’t stop my heart from beating erratically.

“Can we please just cut the bullshit and tell me why I’ve been taken by force to the rebel base?” He sat down in the chair next to the bed, he leaned his elbow’s on his knee’s. He was way too close for comfort.

“Your name.”

“Are you even listening to me?” I raised my voice sitting up on my elbows, I didn’t care about the closeness anymore. He was pissing me off.

“Give me your name and I’ll tell you.” He raised his eyebrows. “Information for information.”

I just scoffed and rolled my eyes, god this man is insufferable. “Solar.”

He motioned for me to continue. “Solar Bandit.” I rolled my eyes.

“That wasn’t so hard was it.” He smirked at me and leaned back in his chair crossing his arms over his chest again.

“Now can you please tell me why I’ve been ripped from my home planet. You’re starting to piss me off.”

He just stared at me, clicking his tongue. “The man I was meeting at the cantena, he is a master thief. I was meeting him because we need a skilled thief for a mission, the item you stole was payment for him. But when I found the item gone when I was trying to make the deal I knew it had to be you. No one else was close enough, I mean I’d find out sooner or later when I caught up with you. When I found it on you, I was impressed.”

“Wow, is that a complement?” I smiled at him for the first time, he just glared at me.

“I made a rash decision and decided to employ you.”

“Employ me, YOU KIDNAPPED ME!” I sat up and pointed angrily at him, my finger dangerously close to prodding him in the chest. Which I had no doubt would be firm under my finger tips.

“I know I should have probably talked to you about the mission, but there was no time and you were being all feisty.” He gestured to me.

I just stared at him in disbelief. “Yeah, I wonder why.” It was my turn to cross my arms over my chest and look at him all displeasing.

“You seem to be forgetting that you robbed me.”

He leaned forward again but this time, with me now sitting up in the bed he was even closer to me. I could feel his warm breath on my lips, It took all the strength I had not to gasp.

I fell back into the bed, the closeness becoming too much. I’d only known this guy less than twenty-four hours, why was he having this much of an effect on me. Not to mention that he was also holding me hostage.

Who was I kidding! I knew exactly why. He was a sarcastic, cocky, Charming, handsome rebel pilot that had literally sweep me off my feet. “Yeah well I robbed you, you Kidnapped me so I guess we’re even.”

There was a moment of silence while I just laid there, staring at the ceiling.

“You never told me your name.” I didn’t look at him, continuing to stare at nothing.

“It’s Poe, Poe Dameron.” He stood up from the seat abruptly, startling me a little my eyes immediately shifted to him. “Rest, and then someone will come get you for the briefing.”

Before I even had time to argue he had paced the length of the room and disappeared through the door.

Great! Guess I’m stuck here, I hope Ryder isn’t too worried about me. I was defenitly going to get an earful from him when I returned, If I returned.

I groaned closing my eyes again, quickly slipping back into darkness.

I woke up to a small tapping on the metal hatch.

I called out sleepily. “Come in.”

I sat up and rubbed my eyes. I looked around to find I was still in the what I assumed was the medical room at the rebel base. Not going to lie, I’d always wondered what being apart of the resistance would be like. The mission against the dark side. But this is definitely not how I wanted it to go.

“Beep beep.” I looked over to find a white and orange round droid looking at me from the door. He was adorable, I’d always wanted a droid companion.

“Hey buddy.” I walked over to him and bent down touching his head. “Their ready for me huh. Thank you, let’s go shall we?.”

He just nodded his little head, making a whirling noise I had to laugh at how cute he was.

“Lead the way.” I patted his head as he spun around, we both finally left the warm room.

The hallway was dark and cold, I couldn’t tell if that was because we where underground or because it was night. It was so quiet as well, I wondered if the whole base would be in this meeting or if people were just asleep or busy planning missions. As we reached the door, the droid punched the code in the keypad with his little metal hand. The metal door swooped open, everyone inside turned to look, I was taken back for a moment the lights weren’t as bright as I thought they would be. It was a little dingy.

I stared into the room looking at everyone as they got bored and turned back to work. I noticed Poe at the round table in the middle, he was conversing with a elegant older women.

Finally catching on that the mood in the room had shifted to the new arrival, Poe lifted his head catching my eye. He looking at me and smiling but then turned his attention to the droid who was still beside me.

“BB-8!” He beamed.

I looked down at the droid who in turn looked up at me.

“That’s your master?” I pointed to Poe with a disbelieving look on my face.

He just squeaked. Zooming over to Poe who gave the droid loving scratches on his metal belly. I couldn’t deny, that was super cute.

I stared ahead dumbfounded.

I started walking forward down the steps towards the round table In the middle of the room, Poe stood up, making his way back to stand next to the elderly women.

“Ah here’s our theif.” Poe smiled as we got to the table at the same time.

“Like I had a choice.” I stood across from them, giving Poe a face.

The women looked at me sympathetically but Poe was just smirking, god how I wish I could just lean over and smack him.

“I’d like to know why I’m here.” I looked at the women. “Why I’m truly here.” I turned raising my eyebrows at Poe.

“My name is Leia.” I gasped, my eyes snapped to her.

“Princess.”

“Call me General.” She sweetly smiled at me. “Well we were prepared for another accomplice.” She quickly glanced at Poe.

I wonder how often this man when against orders and got in deep trouble. She sighed. “But if Poe says you’re good at what you do then I guess I trust his judgement.”

Poe shifted and leaned against the table. “You’ll be going to a high class party, the host is a wealthy arms dealer and he has some information that would be very useful to us. He carries a drive with him that holds the blueprints for a new TIE fighter. This information will help us bring down the fighters easier.”

I thought for a moment, I was good at what I do. But I’d never done something on this level before. Helping the resistance and possibly saving countless lives sounded rewarding though. “I’m use to tricking intoxicated bar patron’s, I don’t think I’m skilled enough to go after a wealthy, intelligent arms dealer.”

“Their all the same, It’s a party their will be alcohol. He will no doubt be intoxicated. He’ll be in no state to deny a beautiful women flirting with him. He’ll be in the palm of your hands, You’ll just have to be mindful of the guards. Buts that’s where I’ll come in.” He leaned on his forearms, staring at my confused expression.

It was a lot to take in, in such a small space of time. I decided to let go that he’d basically just called me beautiful, but I’d definitely remember it for later.

“You’ll be coming with me?” He stood up smirking.

I turned to Leia. “Is there no one else who can escort me?”

She just chuckled as Poe noticeably slumped at my words.

“He’s our best pilot.” She patted him on the arm. “He’ll keep you safe.”

I just groaned and hung my head low. “Looks like you’re stuck with me sweetheart.” I looked up to find the smuggest smile on his face.

I looked to Leia, not wanting him to indulge in my annoyance. “If I do this, will I get to go back home.” I put both my palms on the table and leaned forward.

Leia and Poe just looked at each other. “That’s completely up to you, you might decided to stay and fight with us.” She looked at me hopefully.

I gave her a sad smile. “I need to get home.”

I had no family to go back to, but I had Ryder. He’d no doubt be worried about me by now. I needed to get back to him as soon as possible.

“You got someone waiting for you.” I turned to Poe giving him my best bitchy look.

“Maybe, though I don’t see why it’s any of your business.”

“Oh I like her! She knows how to keep you in your place commander Dameron.” Leia moved round the table to grab my arm, she then looked at me and said softly. “Not many people talk back to him, Come with me.”

I looked at Poe who looked annoyed and almost jealous. I just laughed to myself.

“Is he always that much of an ass?”

“Oh sweetie, you’ve not seen the half of it yet.” Leia patted me on the arm as she lead me down the corridor.

I don’t know if I wanted to find out what she meant.

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A Trip Downtown

I could hardly see a thing as I made my way through the dim light of the club’s back room. The thumping music bled through the walls, but hardly muffled the chorus of masculine moans filling this small space. I slumped back into an available spot on a black leather sofa, beside a man with the dim shape of a head bouncing in his lap.

He turned toward me and grinned, reaching a hand down to push that bobbing shape until it sputtered and gagged on his manhood. We shared a chuckle at his mild show of force, a little display to establish ourselves as alike. I sat back with my legs wide, sprawling an arm along the couch behind the man as my other hand rested on my belly, wedding ring glinting gold like a lighthouse for men who couldn’t resist a bit of married white man cock.

I idly pressed my fingers into my compatriot’s opposite shoulder, sitting close as I enjoyed the show he put on for me. He grabbed his sucker’s head in both hands and used his throat like a toy, forcing him up and down that seemingly sizable shaft. It was a nice little performance, and the guy was probably pushing fifty like me, but it obviously hadn’t slowed him down either. “Man or woman?” He rasped, nodding to my ring.

“Woman,” I proudly replied.

“Fuck, man,” he whispered, before shouting, “someone get this straight guy a mouth on his cock!” The room collectively chuckled with apathetic disbelief. It was a common lie, I’d learned, but I didn’t mind what they thought. Still, more than a few men hastened to be the one who took the vacant space between my thighs. I nodded my approval at the first and he became the victor.

He was cute, a short and slender asian man with submissive smile on his full lips. “How old are you?” I asked.

“Twenty-two, sir,” he whispered over the slurping sound of my new buddy’s sucker beside him. I squeezed my bulge happily. Less than half my age and already calling me sir, we would get along just fine.

“Then go ahead and service daddy’s cock, you little queer,” I teased, testing the waters. It wasn’t in my nature to speak like that to anyone, at least not since high school, but I’d learned that these fellas seemed to enjoy it as long as you let them slurp on your penis while you spoke. He smiled delightedly, all the permission I needed.

I grinned at my buddy beside me, and he watched with great interest as my cocksucker’s trembling little hands lifted my gut to unbuckle my belt and undo my jeans. I wasn’t fat, but I did have a pretty classic dadbod—tree trunks for arms and legs, a muscled barrel for a chest, and a warm bowling ball for a belly. My buddy’s eyes went wide and my boy gasped when he finally managed to fish my manhood out of my boxers.

Eight inches of thick, meaty, and musky manhood still completely soft as it flopped down on my denim-clad thigh. “You like that, boy?” I growled, staring at my buddy, but rubbing my boy’s soft cheek with my wide, coarse fingers. Even the head in my buddy’s lap paused to steal a look before continuing its work.

“Yes, sir,” my cocksucker exclaimed before engulfing my meat with his mouth. With my hand moved to the back of his head, he took me all the way down into his throat and gagged on my soft member.

I lifted my hand from my buddy’s shoulder to his neck, squeezing him there with subtle dominance and half-expecting him to stop me. But he didn’t, he nuzzled back at my hand. I grew between my boy’s lips, holding him firmly as his jaw steadily stretched open and I snaked deep down his throat. “Good boy,” I whispered to the both of them.

At the apex of my enlargement, I dragged my cocksucker’s lips back up the long length of my manhood and let everyone who cared to see feast their eyes on the towering pillar of meat, gushing pre-cum up from its swollen head like a fountain. With a sideways glance, I saw my buddy gazing down in awe. “Taste it,” I growled commandingly and pushed him down by his neck until his lips were smacking centimeters from my tip.

His tongue touched first, lapping up a mouthful of my milky brew, and I moaned, “That’s it. Make daddy feel good.” With steady, unyielding pressure, I lowered his face into my lap until his lips were stretched wide and he was gagging. I forced the guy on his knees down to my heavy, churning nuts and rubbed his smooth face into them until he started licking and worshiping.

Fingertips pressed into my shoulders, an unseen man standing behind me, and I rolled my neck from side to side to let the tension drain. I let my hands relax, draped over my belly, and enjoyed the moment. My deep voice filled their ears as they lavished their lips over my shaft and sack. “Good boys. The Mrs. never treats me this well anymore.”

Truth be told, my wife treated me just fine, but these guys loved hearing how they were sating a married straight man’s hunger. It was a fun part to play, nonetheless. I was getting close already, balls tightening against my body so the guy had to press his face right into me just to keep licking them.

My buddy didn’t know what was coming until too late, until my hands closed down on his neck and his skull. “Swallow it all,” I snarled as I pushed him down and bucked my hips up. My monstrous member flexed between his lips as it gushed mouthfuls of my seed into the moaning man. He was cumming in his own sucker’s mouth, I didn’t doubt, but my flood overtook him, drizzling out his tight-clenched lips down to whet my other boy’s appetite.

All the while, I wasn’t shy about advertising my delight. I groaned and growled, my barrel chest swelling up with satisfaction. When he finally gulped down the last of my gushes, I let my buddy come up for air and he gasped, “Holy shit, man. That was hot.”

I grinned down at him in the dark and said, “You’ve got a good mouth, buddy.” Glancing down at my irked sucker on his knees, I added, “Both of you.” I grabbed him by his chin, wedding ring digging into his jaw, and guided his mouth back to my cock as I whispered, “Now keep sucking until I’m ready for round two, boy.”

It was tough to sneak downtown on a Friday night, but damn if it wasn’t always worth the trip.

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A Prelude to Chaos Control - Chapter 7: Green Light Ride

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*****

Sonic, Tails, and Amy made their way to the airport hangar, traversing through the busy downtown streets of Seaside City.

Tails looked down at his duffel bag, switching hands to give his right arm a break before peering back up at the never-ending barrage of pedestrians clogging the sidewalk, perhaps a normal sight for a city dweller but utterly claustrophobic for the small fox who lived in near solitude.

If only we didn’t have these bags, I could fly us to the hangar no problem.

Instead, the gang stood along the side of a busy street corner, vehicles passing by as the heroes waited for the pedestrian crossing sign to light up.

Amy folded her arms and sighed, watching the stream of cars travel either direction.

“Why is this taking so long? Do you think the light’s busted, Tails?” Amy turned to the orange fox, who was staring at his feet, a blank expression on his face.

It felt like Eggman was waiting for us to arrive. Did he just want to pick a fight for kicks, or was it a trap to lure us in to steal the Chaos Emerald?

“Tails?”

But how would Eggman have known we’d have th…

“Tails!”

“Wooahh, what?” Tails shook his head and looked forward, an angry pink hedgehog staring back at him.

“I was just asking if you thought…” She was interrupted by the clicking sound of the pedestrian crossing signal, the LED red hand transitioning to an image of a walking Mobian.

“…never mind.” The trio walked across the street, Sonic propping his head up with his hands while Amy walked alongside her self-described boyfriend. The young kitsune, meanwhile, remained a few feet behind the two hedgehogs, walking aimlessly.

Surely there is no other logical explanation. Eggman is sadistic, sure, but even his motives go beyond mindless destruction.

“Yo Tails, wanna step it up a bit?” Sonic spun around, walking backward as he observed his little brother falling behind, a frown on his face.

No. This is the only possible reason. Eggman has…

The orange kitsune collided with Sonic’s belly. Falling to his back, he rubbed his backside with closed eyes, lightly bruised from the surprise fall.

“Owww.” He looked up to find his older brother, a friendly hand reaching down to him, a smile on his face.

“Ya gotta be careful where you’re walkin’, lil’ bro.”

“Thanks, Sonic.” Miles grabbed hold of Sonic’ hand, allowing himself to be pulled up.

“You’ve been quiet this whole time. Somethin’ on your mind?”

“Well, yeah…” Tails placed his hands on his forehead, trying to retrace his thoughts.

“Wait…” Tails’ body froze, wearing a blank facial expression as he stared at the bag to his side, busy Mobians stepping by him.

“What’s wrong, buddy?” Sonic placed his hand on Tails’ shoulder as the young fox peered back up at the blue hedgehog.

“We’re in big trouble.”

“What d’ya mean?” Sonic chuckled nervously as he slowly retracted his hand.

“We’ve gotta move!” The determined fox sprang forward, running in the direction of the hangar, passing Amy as his namesakes began to rotate. He hardly made it a half city block, however, before he was stopped by the blue blur, whizzing past him and blocking his path.

“Okay, mind sharin’ what’s gotten you all worked up?” Sonic observed the surprised kitsune, who breathed deeply before letting out a big sigh.

“Eggman can detect Chaos Emeralds.”

“What? You mean like the detector you have?”

“Well, yeah…if it worked.” Tails grabbed his dangling left arm with his right hand, his lips quivering as his eyes met the sidewalk. Sonic frowned as he looked down at the troubled fox before him.

Shoot…why’d I have to go n’ bring that up?

Amy caught up to the brotherly duo, dragging the duffel bags with either hand with great effort.

“What’s going on here guys?” Amy asked between labored breaths, joining Sonic in peering at the orange kitsune. Looking back at the two hedgehogs, he sighed once more.

This’ll be faster if I just explain myself.

“You see,” Tails sat on a nearby sidewalk bench, Amy and Sonic joining him, “Eggman must’ve known we had a Chaos Emerald at home, so he attacked the city to lure us out and snag it for himself.” The fox’s fist collided with the palm of his other hand. “It’s the only reason why attacking downtown made any sense at all.”

“Suppose you’re right.” Sonic leaned closer to his younger brother. “How would he know we’d bring it with us?”

“Well…I…” Tails looked at his dangling feet in front of him before swinging back around to face the blue hedgehog. “…He could’ve had some Egg Pawns infiltrate the workshop while we were away.”

“True…” Sonic raised a gloved hand to his chin. “Hey Ames, what do you think?”

“Sounds possible. Why else would Eggman attack the city without an army of robots backing him up? He clearly wasn’t planning on taking over the city by himself.” With arms crossed and eyes closed, Amy nodded to herself. “I think Tails is right.”

Tails stood up and watched the passing vehicles on the road in front of him, his fists balling up as he sniffled, trying to hold back tears.

“You okay, buddy?” Sonic joined his little brother, wrapping his right arm around Tails’ back and placing his hand on the kitsune’s shoulder. He continued sniffling, a small tear escaping from his closed eyes before pushing the blue hedgehog away, kicking a metal garbage can off its foundation, trash spewing along the side of the road.

“I’m such an idiot, Sonic!” The fox collapsed to his knees, tears pouring out of his eyes as he cried in frustration. “I’ve been lounging around for an entire week while Eggman has been collecting the Chaos Emeralds.” He looked back up at the concerned, speechless hedgehog, his vision obscured. “Why didn’t I realize it sooner, Sonic!?” Slamming his fist against the pavement multiple times, he cried through the pain reverberating through his recovering hand.

“It’s okay, Tails.” Sonic got down to his knee, gently pushing the distressed fox’s chin up with his hand, the two brothers locking eyes. “No one realized what was goin’ on, and you needed that time to recover.” The blue hedgehog offered his hand to Tails once more, who accepted it, allowing his older brother to pull him up from the sidewalk. “Even if we went after Eggman sooner, I would have had to go it alone...and there is no way I would’ve fought Eggman’s mechs without you by my side.”

“…Sonic…” Tails stared at his older brother, his tears still flowing as he approached him with arms forward. The two brothers shared a long hug, Sonic patting Tails on the back as he felt a few drips roll down his chest. Sonic’s warm touch helped soothe the young fox, whose tears eventually ebbed, the orange kitsune resting his face against his older brother.

Sonic gently pulled himself away from the young fox, still holding him by the shoulders as he got a good look at Tails’ face, his muzzle covered with tears. Using the back of his gloved fingers, Sonic dried the tears around his eyes before running his hands through Tails’ fluffy muzzle, capturing as much of the moisture as he could before stepping back once more.

“So…wanna go kick Eggman’s butt?”

Tails smiled, wiping his nose with his arm before nodding approvingly.

“Hey guys.” Sonic and Tails turned around to see Amy standing next to an open taxi door. “With our luggage, it’ll be faster to get there by car, so let’s go!”

“Right!” the brothers said in unison, grabbing their bags and throwing them into the trunk before getting in the backseat on either side of the pink hedgehog, all but forgetting the garbage strewn along the sidewalk from the toppled garbage can, now blowing across the street.

“The airport, please.”

“Alright, Miss.” The cab driver, a Mobian skunk with sunglasses, tipped his ivy cap before pulling into traffic.

The party remaining silent for several minutes before the blue hedgehog began to fidget in his seat, tapping his foot against the floor of the car.

“Man, this stinks.” Sonic crossed his arms, looking out the window as he watched pedestrians slowly walk up and down the sidewalk across the street.

“Hey man, hope you’re not talkin’ about me.” The driver peered at the blue hedgehog through the rearview mirror.

“No, no! I meant…our speed! We’re going so slow.” Sonic looked back up at the driver, nervously matching the glare he received from the cabbie. Amy cleared her throat.

“What he meant to say was that we’re in a rush and will pay you double if you get us to the airport faster.”

“Ohh, why didn’t you say so?” The driver’s demeanor instantly changed as he pulled into the far-left lane and accelerated, going fast enough to pass the slower traffic to their right but slow enough to prevent the unwanted attention of a patrol officer.

“Ahh yeah, now this is happenin’!” Sonic opened the backseat window and stuck his head out, feeling the cool breeze flow through his quills. Tails looked over at the blue hedgehog and laughed.

“You goof.” He reached over Amy to playfully punch Sonic’s shoulder.

“What can I say? I’m a sucker for speed, even if we are still goin’ slow.” Sonic pulled his head back into the car and turned his attention to the driver.

“Any chance ya can step it up more?”

“Sorry kid, gotta obey the traffic laws.” With a grin, Amy touched Sonic’s leg, winking at him before looking up at the cabbie.

“We’ll triple your fare.” Sonic smiled at the pink hedgehog as they locked eyes, blushing at the closest thing to a romantic moment the two had ever experienced. Ending just as it began, Sonic pushed Amy aside and poked his head between the two front seats.

“Ya heard the girl, put the pedal to the metal!”

“Right away.” The driver shifted gears before accelerating faster, swerving past other drivers in their wake, many angerly honking their horns. He veered toward the interstate, pushing his speed even further.

The blue hedgehog leaned back in his seat, closing his eyes as the driver careened down the busy highway. He was rarely the passenger in a fast car, but as it turned out, allowing someone else to take the wheel was rather therapeutic for the blue blur, for once not having to work for the speed.

As Amy made her move, cuddling against the relaxed blue hedgehog, the orange kitsune was left alone, giving him time to think as he peered out the window.

We may be late, but we’ll figure things out for sure. We’ll stop Eggman before he can…hatch…his evil plan.

Tails chuckled to himself.

“What’s so funny?” Amy looked over at the orange kitsune.

“Ohh, nothing.” Tails smiled as he placed his hands behind his head before returning his gaze to the outside window, losing himself in thought once more.

How does Sonic do it? One second I’m bawling my eyes out, and the next I feel way better.

The fox looked back over at the relaxing blue hedgehog, laying his head back against the seat without a care in the world, Amy nestled beside him.

I wish I could stay so relaxed and cool-headed all the time...or at least hide it better like him.

Tails sighed as he rested an arm on the side of the door, using it to prop up his head. Watching the tall buildings along the perimeter of the highway, he recognized the area they were passing through.

Heh…things returned to normal pretty quickly.

Indeed, it took only a few days for municipal workers to clear the destruction wrought by Dr. Eggman. No longer were the streets littered with destroyed vehicles, shattered glass, and twisted, fiery metal; it looked as nice as it did prior to Robotnik’s surprise onslaught.

At least someone’s doing their job…

Feeling another mood swing kicking in, Tails tried to push his guilt back into his subconscious, opening his window and resting his hand against the door on the outer side, not brave enough to completely stick his cranium out of the car like his big brother. The cool air felt nice against his gloved hand, the wind flowing up his furry arm. He forced a smile as he kept his mind occupied with the outside world, hoping to distract himself from his own thoughts.

*****

Skidding to a stop, the taxi came to rest in front of the airport, the driver closing the windows as he looked back at his customers.

“Well, I got y’all here in record time…”

“Ohh, right.” Amy reached into her hammerspace and pulled out the driver’s fare, three times the amount which appeared on the small LED screen on the back of the front seats.

“Much obliged.” He tipped his hat and pressed a button on his dashboard, the trunk popping open.

Sonic unbuckled his seatbelt and stretched his legs. “Thanks for the ride, p—” His compliment was cut short by the sound of police sirens behind the cab, the flashing blue and red lights piercing their eyes before they had the opportunity to cover them.

The driver banged his fist against the steering wheel, cussing profusely. “I can’t have another incident on my driving record! I’ll lose my license for sure.”

Sonic tapped the driver’s shoulder. “Relax, man. We got this.” Without explaining himself, Sonic stepped out of the car, followed by Amy and Tails. The cabbie eyed the trio through his rearview mirror as they approached the officer, a slender, gray dog who stayed in his car, his facial expression loosening up at the sight of the world-renowned hero. He stepped out to address the party.

“G’day Sonic. I’ve been tailing this cab for a few miles. Was gonna issue a citation, but if he was helping you with hero work, I’ll give ‘im a pass.”

“Good deal.” Sonic gave the officer a thumbs-up.

The dog’s attention turned from the blue hedgehog to the orange kitsune, his eyes half-closed as he focused on him suspiciously.

“That fox on the other hand…” The officer pointed a finger at Tails. “…he’s a different story.”

“M…me?” Tails pointed a finger at his chest.

“Yes, you. We’ve heard reports of a short, young fox with two tails kicking over a trash can and spilling garbage on public property.”

The fox stepped back, the emotional incident resurfacing as he became teary-eyed once more.

“W…well, you see…”

Amy placed a hand on his shoulder before stepping forward.

“I’ll take it from here.” She stood in front of the officer, who was twice her height, clearing her throat.

“He didn’t mean to do it. It was an accident.”

“Oh yeah? Well how does someone accidentally kick over a garbage can?”

Amy froze up.

“Ummm…” She ran a gloved hand through her short quills, looking away from the intimidating officer.

“No, Amy.” Tails planted his feet next to the pink hedgehog, his eyes closed and face pointing downward. “I don’t have a good excuse. Take me away.” He raised his arms up, positioning his wrists to make it easier to be restrained. Sonic watched from Tails’ side, his pupils shaking as the officer appeared to be reaching for his handcuffs.

Putting his hands back down, the dog let out a bellowing laugh.

“Huh?” Tails was confused, thinking he’d committed a crime and would need to suffer the consequences of his actions.

“I was just gonna issue a citation, but I’ll just let ya off with a warning for your honesty.”

“Ohh.” Tails put his arms down and looked up at the dog above him, chuckling nervously. “Thanks for not arresting me…”

Giving the three heroes a handshake, he got back into his squad car and left the airport, munching a half-eaten donut as he sped away.

“Phew.” Tails exhaled deeply, wiping sweat from his brow. “I thought I was a goner for sure.” Looking over at Sonic, he saw him with his hands on his knees and breathing heavily, no longer feeling the need to maintain a cool posture now that the officer was gone.

“Sonic…” Tails approached the blue hedgehog, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Sorry I scared you like that.”

“No…it’s fine, Tails.” He turned his face, looking into his concerned brothers’ eyes before giving him a smile of assurance.

The cab driver honked his horn, prompting the heroes to turn around.

“Am I free to go then?”

After giving him the green light, and grabbing their belongings from the trunk, the cabbie drove away, searching for his next fare.

Tails faced the airport entrance before turning his head to the left, observing a gated, non-commercial airstrip in the distance, the number “18” displayed across the yellow structure of the nearby hangar in blocky white text. The young kitsune squinted his eyes, placing a hand over his brow to get a better look; he could make out the unmistakable Tornado 2 resting inside the structure.

“Hey gang, follow me!” The determined kitsune waved at the hedgehogs, beckoning them to follow him to the gate. Sonic and Amy obeyed, following the eager kitsune as he was about to be reunited with his pride and joy.

Halfway through the gate, however, the fox was stopped by a baton blocking his path. Looking up, he witnessed the menacing sight of a muscular security guard, the Mobian lion’s mane flowing in the wind and his sharp teeth exposed, sending shivers down Tails’ spine.

“Where do you think you’re goin’, small fry?”

“Oh, well…ummm…” Tails dropped the bag and played with his fingers, fidgeting his legs as he struggled to respond to the authority figure blocking his way. “…my plane is over there.” The young fox pointed in the direction of the hangar, the biplane visible under the ever-darkening clouds covering the landing strip.

“You…a pilot?” The guard scoffed. “Don’t make me laugh. Are they just giving pilot licenses to anyone nowadays?”

“Hey pal!” Sonic came to Tails’ defense, the guard’s snickering laugh disappearing as his eyes crossed paths with the blue hedgehog. “Whatja say about my little bro?” Sonic’s hands tightened into fists as he stared intently at the guard.

“Ohh, Sonic…” he dropped his baton and ran a claw through his mane. “…I didn’t know he was with you.”

“And?” The blue blur got within inches of the guard, who was having a difficult time keeping cool under pressure. “You’re gonna apologize to my friend here and let us through, capeesh?”

“Umm…ughhh…” The lion struggled for words as his attention turned back to the fox, who now gave the once menacing lion a firm stare, hands on his hips and determination in his eyes.

“Sorry friend…I’m jus’ overworked is all…damn boss won’t give us breaks, man.”

“Yeah?” Tails kicked the baton between the guard’s legs, his eyes blazing with anger. “C’mon guys!” The determined fox led the hedgehogs through the gate, the lion stepping back to give them ample room.

As the trio approached the hangar, Sonic observed Tails’ balled fists and fluttering namesakes as he marched the group along.

Strange. I’ve never seen Tails act like this before. Maybe I should say something?

“Ya okay, bro?”

Tails looked to his right to find Sonic walking alongside, as if materializing out of thin air.

“That guy back there…” Tails stopped and pointed backward. “He reminded me just how defenseless and weak I can be.” He sighed as he turned to the blue hedgehog, exhaling deeply. “But when you came to defend me, I was filled with a vigor that made me feel…invincible…ya know?”

Sonic raised a gloved finger to his chin as the orange kitsune continued.

“Whenever we’re together, I feel like nothing can hurt me, even if I were staring down death’s door. I just…” Tails turned away, looking down at the dark pavement. “I need to learn to be brave alone. As much as I’d like you to protect me all the time, there’ll be times when I’ll need to stand up for myself.” He walked toward the hangar once more, his face forward, namesakes dragging against the concrete. “I just don’t know how…”

Sonic allowed their distance to grow as he watched Tails walk away.

“Is something wrong, Sonic?” Amy approached the blue blur, whose eyes were fixated on his little brother.

“Everything’s cool, Ames.” He put on a smile, one that failed to convince either hedgehog as Sonic proceeded to follow Tails to the hangar. Sighing deeply, the pink hedgehog followed suit.

*****

Entering the enclosed structure, Sonic and Amy watched as Tails placed a palm on the body of the Tornado 2.

“I’ve missed you so much…I hope they’ve been taking good care of you in here.” The orange kitsune swiped his hand over the slick metal side of the biplane, pampering it as if it were a pet. “I’m sure they did, but let me check a few things before take-off, okay?” Pausing for a few moments, as if waiting for the plane’s permission, Tails spotted a creeper a few feet away. The young fox retrieved it, rested his back against its cushioned surface, and kicked himself under the aircraft. Taking a screwdriver out from his utility belt, he opened a small hatch, wires contained therein which helped give the plane its power.

“Hmmm…everything looks good here.” Pulling himself out from under the biplane, Tails wiped his brow and flew up toward the propeller, using his screwdriver to open the compartment that housed the engine.

“Hey Tails, you about ready yet?” Sonic tapped his foot with impatience.

“Almost there, Sonic…just gotta check this…and that…and…” The kitsune’s voice trailed off, Sonic chuckling to himself as he watched his younger brother in his element, spending several minutes inspecting the engine. “…All right, everything looks normal.” Tails shut the engine door and floated to the ground below, grease covering his hands and orange fur. Wiping a bit more sweat from his forehead, he managed to smear the black sludge across his face.

“Hey guys…what’s so funny?” Tails placed a finger against his chin, covering the bottom of his muzzle with the black substance as well.

“You should see yourself, bro!” Sonic pointed at his face. “You look like you’re goin’ to war.”

“Huh?” Tails looked down at his gloves to find them covered in grease. Amy pulled a handheld mirror from her hammerspace, pointing it in the fox’s direction.

“Take a look for yourself, Tails.” He peered within, discovering exactly why the hedgehog duo was laughing at him. Blushing, he itched the back of his head, smearing even more of the grease around his triangular ears, causing them to laugh even more.

“Not to mention you reek, man!” Sonic pointed at his younger brother, pinching his nose with his other hand.

“Huh?” Tails smelled his armpits, retracting his nose as his face contorted, realizing Sonic’s assessment was correct.

“At least I was the one stuck in the hospital! You had no excuse!” They laughed some more, Tails giggling the loudest. “I suppose I deserved that, though…”

The trio hopped into the biplane, Tails taking his seat at the wheel while Amy sat behind him.

“Ohhhhhhh Sonic!” Amy waved to the blue hedgehog, who took his spot on the leftmost wing. “I can always sit on your lap y’know!” Sonic shivered at the thought before tapping the wing with the tip of his shoe.

“Nooooo thank you. I’ve got a seat right here!” He pointed down at the metal wing below with a smirk on his face.

“Hmph…” Amy crossed her arms and looked away. “Well, it was worth a shot, I guess.”

“All right, gang.” Tails flicked some knobs and pulled some levers on his dashboard, the Tornado 2 coming to life as the propellers began to spin. “It’s time we head back to the wo—” His declaration was interrupted by an incoming call on his wristwatch communicator. “…Just a second guys, I’m getting a transmission from Knuckles.”

Pressing a few buttons on the watch, a projected live feed from Knuckles’ own device hovered over his wrist.

“Tails, you readin’ me?”

“Loud and clear, Knuckles. What’s up?”

The red echidna pulled out the green emerald, showing it to the party.

“Woahh! How’d you get it back?”

Knuckles looked back at Rouge, who was lying in the bed behind him.

“It’s…a long story.”

*****

Sometime prior, Knuckles was making his way through the thick vegetation of Angel Island, carefully lugging the jewel thief over his shoulder as he used his other hand to push the foliage to the side, occasionally wiping rainwater from his eyes.

“…K…Knuckles…” Rouge was hardly awake.

“Don’t worry. We’ll get you healed up.”

A few minutes passed, and the rivals found themselves in the well-kept valley where Knuckles lived and guarded the Master Emerald. He breathed a sigh of relief as he eyed the stone shrine, the mystical gem resting at the top undisturbed; normally he would have inspected the emerald more closely after such a trek, but tending to Rouge’s wounds was more important at the moment.

The red echidna opened the cabin door and turned on the lights, taking the bat to his small bedroom, placing her over the covers as she winced in pain, wet from the rain. Knuckles left momentarily, coming back with some basic medical supplies.

“All right, bat…where does it hurt?” She slowly reached her arm toward her left knee, a scrape visible through the rip in her latex pants.

“This is gonna sting a little.” Knuckles swabbed the wound with a wet towel, Rouge’s face scrunching up as her lips quivered from the pain. Setting the rag aside, the red echidna squeezed some ointment onto a cotton swab, rubbing it against the gash. Finally, he affixed a sticky bandage over the layer of ointment.

Knuckles repeated this ritual several times, the jewel thief pointing to each part of her body that hurt so he could tend to each individual lesion, tear, and abrasion. After treating each injury, the echidna pulled out a fresh towel, doing his best to dry the wet bat before pulling a blanket over her. He turned off the lights as he left the room, eager to check on the Master Emerald.

Waiting a few minutes, the bat twitched her ears, trying to detect any noise in the cabin that’d suggest Knuckles was still inside. When the coast was clear, Rouge pushed the blanket to the side and climbed off the bed, still wet after Knuckles’ shabby attempt at drying her off.

“It was so nice for you to patch me up, Knucky.” She observed the bandages around her arms and legs. “I hate to dine and dash, but this lady’s got places to be.” Looking out the window, she spotted Knuckles standing guard at the base of the shrine facing the cabin, the rain not fazing the determined guardian.

“I’m gonna need to find the back exit.” She explored the sparsely furnished cabin, discovering a small window on the opposite side of Knuckles’ home.

“Bingo.” She opened the window, stepping out and dropping to the grass below.

“Going so soon?”

“Hmmm?” Rouge looked up to see Knuckles standing before her, his arms folded as he glared at the fleeing bat.

“Hiya cutie, didn’t think you’d come strolling around here.” She blew the red echidna a kiss, a smirk on her face as Knuckles’ muzzle became red, matching the color of his fur. He shook himself out of it a few seconds later.

“Hey, don’t toy with me, bat! Now that you’re feeling better…” Knuckles made air quotes with his gloved paws. “…I think it’s time you owed me an explanation.”

“Ohh, an explanation?” Rouge attempted to use her feminine wiles to escape the persistent echidna. “You helped this poor, defenseless girl out…maybe you deserve a kiss?”

“I SAID don’t toy with me!” Knuckles’ rage grew as flames lit up in his eyes, his fists shaking as he clenched his teeth. He pulled Rouge around the cabin by the arm, dragging the bat through the front door and placing her back on the bed.

“Now,” Knuckles began, taking a seat on a nearby chair, “what are you doing on my island?”

“It’s a free Mobius, isn’t it?” Rouge folded her arms, looking away from the red echidna. “This lady can do whatever she pleases. I was just sightseeing.”

“Sightseeing, huh?” Knuckles grinned at the bat’s story, chuckling to himself. “Don’t suppose your little tour included a surprise crash landing?”

“And what if it did?” It was her turn to smile, watching the red echidna’s anger continue to rise.

“Okay, I’ve heard enough out of you.” Knuckles approached the bat, pulling the drawstring bag from her waist.

“I wanted to respect your privacy and not sneak through your junk, but you’ve forced my hand.”

“Wait! Don’t open that bag!” Rouge raised her hand toward Knuckles, trying to snag her loot from his paws, but it was too late; the echidna pulled the drawstring, dumping the green Chaos Emerald into the palm of his hand.

“What the…” His eyes widened as he observed the sparkling gem before returning his gaze to the jewel thief.

“You can start by explaining how you managed to steal this from Dr. Eggman.”

“Oh pleazzzee, any fool could easily waltz into Eggman’s base and steal from right under his nose.”

Knuckles placed his gloved paw on his forehead.

“Look Rouge, this isn’t a game. I need you to tell me all you learned at Eggman’s headquarters.”

“And why should I do that?” She gave the red echidna a grin, crossing her legs as she sat on the side on the bed.

“Because the world is at stake, you dumb bat!” Knuckles raised his voice once more, unable to negotiate with someone as difficult as Rouge. “This is far beyond either of us. We need to know what he’s up to so we can stop him.”

“Hmmm…” The jewel thief placed a gloved finger to her lips. “I suppose I could give you the inside scoop…but it’ll cost you.”

“Huh? What do you mean?” Rouge glanced out the window, eying the Master Emerald glistening in the rain.

“…Wait. You can’t be serious! There is no way I’d ever give you the Master Emerald!”

“Okay then…” Rouge stretched her arm out, raising her fingers as she playfully inspected her nails, covered by her silk gloves. “…then how about you take me for a night out on the town?”

“Excuse me?” Now Knuckles was really confused. “You want me to do what now?”

“You heard me.” Rouge stood up and approached the red echidna. “I’ll tell you everything I learned in exchange for a date. Seems fair, doesn’t it?”

Knuckles stepped back, blushing at the embarrassing thought of being out in public with a woman like her.

“…Why don’t you ask Sonic? We could give him a call right now…” Knuckles pulled out his wristwatch communicator, gifted to him by Tails for emergencies such as these. Rouge placed an arm on Knuckles’ wrist, gently pushing it down.

“With Sonic? He’s handsome, sure, but I want to avoid Amy’s rage, thank you very much.”

“All right…” Knuckles placed a gloved finger to his chin. “How about Tails?”

“Tails?! What is he, like, eight? What kinda person do you take me for, anyway?”

“Ummmm…” Knuckles turned his eyes away from Rouge, putting his head down in thought before twisting around to face the jewel thief once more.

“Okay, fine! I’ll agree to this…but taking out Eggman is our number one priority.” Knuckles activated his wristwatch. “We can have our little date later.”

“Suit yourself, Knucky.” Rouge allowed herself to fall on the bed, placing her hands behind her head for support as she crossed her legs.

A projected image of the orange kitsune appeared over Knuckles’ wrist. He was sitting in the cockpit of the Tornado 2, his face visibly dirty. He spotted Amy behind, lifting her head up above the pilot’s seat.

“Tails, you readin’ me?”

“Loud and clear, Knuckles. What’s up?”

The red echidna pulled out the green emerald, showing it to the party.

“Woahh! How’d you get it back?”

Knuckles looked back at the injured bat, who was lying in the bed behind him.

“It’s…a long story. Rouge snuck into Eggman’s base and snagged the emerald before crash-landing on my doorstep. Anyway, the bat hasn’t told me everything…I figured she could just explain it to us all when you arrive.”

“We’ll be there as soon as possible, Knuckles.” Tails gave the red echidna a thumbs up.

“Understood.” Knuckles ended the call, turning his attention back to the jewel thief. “Now I need you to sit tight and wait for my guests to arrive.” He turned to the door.

“Aren’t you afraid I’ll try to escape again?”

“We have an agreement, right? You want this date so badly, so you won’t go flyin’ off, especially without the Chaos Emerald.” Knuckles placed the gem in his dreadlocks, tossing the drawstring bag back on the bed as he began walking out of the bedroom.

“And besides…” he stopped at the edge of the doorway. “I have some soup to make.”

Rouge smiled to herself as Knuckles left the room, twirling the small bag by its drawstring as she lay in bed.

Knuckles is so gullible.

It’s almost kinda cute.

*****

Continue on with Chapter 8 here.

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