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~☽ Moonstone ☾~ (Six)

Fandom: Moon Knight(TV)

Rating: Mature/Explicit (THIS CHAPTER IS 18+)

Pairing: Khonshu/Reader (unnamed cis!female)

Summary: Before Marc and Steven, before Arthur Harrow, Khonshu had another avatar. Well, hundreds of thousand of others, but this is the story of one in particular that Khonshu was fond of.

First Part: Whoo boy, is this a chapter. And a biggie. I did redo Mirage and added it in, though I'll keep that as a stand alone still.

Second Part: I was having a day, and therefore, so was our characters. Smut ensues. (Lucky devils)

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Now, finally, the story!

The two women were halfway to Cairo, shoved in two small seats in economy class on a nonstop flight to Egypt. Layla was catching a quick catnap, but you couldn’t calm your mind enough to even think about sleeping, and instead watched the clouds pass. The last twenty-four hours had been a whirlwind that you were still trying to come to terms with.

And, heavens, did your body ache from your stupid stunt last night. Bruises had bloomed across your body. You were sure you cracked at least one rib, and your head throbbed. You missed Khonshu’s healing suit now more than ever.

And what was with his new knight? You knew Steven, his British accent and soft, awkward mannerisms. You found him adorable and thought more than once about giving him your number, just to see what he’d do, and wondering if someone soft and sweet like would finally fill that missing piece of your soul.

But Marc, the man Layla told you about, the rough brash American, fit the bill as Khonshu’s true avatar. Was Steven truly just an alias of his? But what about the change in suit halfway through the fight? How did he go from barely knowing how to fight to throwing the jackal like a pro, getting it to chase him away from the busy street instead of just barely scrapping by?

The bright sunlight suddenly dimmed, drawing you out of your thoughts. You blinked, shifting as you realized it wasn’t another plane or a stray tall cloud, but a solar eclipse dimming the sky.

The thing was, you were pretty sure there were no eclipses forecasted. You liked to monitor such things, and did your best to attend both solar and lunar eclipses, knowing Khonshu reveled in them.

Especially the total solar eclipses, as he explained them as a sort of middle finger to the sun god, Ra.

The other passengers noticed and quickly chattering as the now-steady warmth in your chest flared as the total eclipse held longer than usual. This was not a natural eclipse.

He was literally giving a giant middle finger to the other gods.

“No. No, you fucking idiot!” you hissed. Khonshu had told you of his banishment, how if he angered the gods again, he’d likely end up sealed in stone like Ammit herself. You pressed a hand to the glass, your heart aching despite the growing power inside. “No, no, no.”

You could almost feel him, a whisper-thin link trying to re-establish itself. Or maybe you were imagining it. Still, you closed your eyes, concentrating on it, hoping it really was a line to him. “You idiot. Don’t do this. Please, don’t be doing this.”

The eclipse started to pass, the power fading, but you swore you heard his deep rumble a soft whisper in your mind. “I must.”

------

“I am; I am unwell. I need help,” Marc admitted, feeling every single word as he looked up at the avatars of the other gods, literally pleading while on his knees. His mind was fractured, so much worse than it had been just a few weeks ago, and his will to carry on was fading fast.

But it wasn’t gone yet. He had to do his part. He had to protect Layla and the rest of the world. And by the stony faces of many of the avatars, they were unsympathetic to his pain. To the pain of the rest of the world. Yatzil being the exception, her, or maybe Hathor’s, expression full of pain and pity, he had to look away. “But that doesn’t mean that he’s not trying to resurrect Ammit,” he continued, his expression growing firm again as he pointed to Harrow, trying to hold on to what little energy he had left.

Who knew being physically possessed by a god was so tiring?

Beside him, Harrow scoffed slightly. “Khonshu has twisted and broken this poor man’s mind, and plans to make a mockery of this court.”

“That’s not true,” Marc bit back. His mind had been fractured far before he had ever met Khonshu. The god had just taken advantage of it. “If you don’t believe me--”

“Marc,” Khonshu spoke suddenly in his mind, already knowing what he was about to say. “Don’t.”

He was desperate, though. Even if it meant angering Khonshu, there was a chance it would be worth it. A chance, but it was all he had. “Khonshu’s avatar, before Harrow. She knows.”

That got a reaction from Harrow, one not staged as the long-suffering, gentle prophet. His eyes widened in surprise, and then shortly narrowed in anger.

“We are not having three avatars of Khonshu in this court,” Bastet sighed. “Two is trying enough.”

“I think a third view would be helpful,” Hathor countered the other goddess respectfully. “And my avatar as well as myself are acquainted with her. She is uncouth, but speaks truthfully.”

“Very well,” Osiris sighed, and Marc felt Khonshu groan in despair.

“You begged for Layla to be spared, but summon her in front of the Ennead? Have you no empathy, Marc?”

Marc waved his worry off as the god being dramatic. Harrow would have killed Layla for the scarab, nearly did as a matter of fact. Khonshu would ruin Layla if she became his avatar. But where was the harm of you coming before the other gods? Especially against Harrow? There was no danger here.

There was a grumble of stone, and Marc looked back in time to see the woman in question wander in, looking a little disoriented as you looked around the dimly lit room, the door closing behind you. “This is not the toilet,” you commented before you recognized Harrow, your eyes narrowing. And then even more when you gazed around the room. “Oh wait, maybe it is. There’s a couple of assholes.”

“You are called before the Ennead to give an account between Arthur Harrow and Khonshu,” Osiris spoke, gracefully ignoring your comment, though Marc could tell it irritated him by his frown. “Khonshu accuses Harrow of attempting to resurrect Ammit, and Harrow’s counter-accusation is Khonshu’s own misuse of avatars and paranoid delusions. Which, considering he has had three Avatars in such quick succession in one generation, seems to have merit.”

Your glare shifted from Harrow to Osiris’s avatar as you walked towards them, pausing on Marc’s other side. “I can’t account for how he’s treated these two, but I have no complaints about Khonshu. Well, okay, that’s a lie,” you offered, holding a hand out to Marc, but he didn’t feel strong enough to stand, and merely shook his head. “But those are personal matters and had nothing to do with his treatment of me as an avatar.”

“You had personal issues against Khonshu… unrelated to your role as avatar?” Isis asked, confusion coloring her voice.

“She was his lover,” Harrow answered before you could, a sneer on the edge of his tone. “Obviously, how he treated her differed from how he treated us.”

You gritted your teeth, your eyes focused on the Ennead while you gestured sharply to Harrow, continuing as if he hadn’t even spoke. “It’s complicated, my lady. And something I don’t believe this court needs to bother itself with. However, as to this motherfucker--”

Your jaw snapped shut suddenly. Osiris’s avatar hand glowing faintly as he glowered down at you. “We do not tolerate foul language in this sacred place.”

“And violence,” Khonshu spoke through Marc briefly, surprising Marc at his sudden appearance as he shifted Marc’s body to sit on his heels by your side. He was further surprised as he felt an echo stir as he met your gaze. Or rather, as Khonshu met your gaze. It was like a phantom copy of his own link to the god, no more than a wispy after-image.

But the longing it caused Khonshu, and the absolute pain, left Marc speechless. It was almost as bad as being stabbed in the chest.

The moon god was scared, Marc realized. Terrified of the bond between him and you, yet craving it with the same intensity. And whatever was causing this bond placed you in danger, Marc realized. That was why Khonshu hadn’t wanted to call you.

“If they find out…” Khonshu tried to threaten Marc as he relinquished control, but the threat was empty and left unfinished. Being possessed by the god was giving him insights into the god Marc honestly wished he remained oblivious to.

“Okay, fine,” you continued, looking back up at the god of the sky, unaware of the mental conversation between him and Khonshu in that split moment. “Mr. Harrow here, has started a cult that worships Ammit, and wants to unleash her on the some-billion people of earth to ‘cleanse it of evil’ as he called it. He said so himself, several times, in fact.”

“Where is your proof?” Harrow stated coldly after the long moment of silence that hung after your accusation. “Why should they believe you on your word alone for such a serious accusation?”

“Besides being in your little cult myself?”

“You would admit to such a belief yourself?” Osiris questioned.

“What? No! I thought the whole deal was shady as fuck--”

“--language--”

“And so I went to do some investigating myself and found out the idiots were praising the actual Ammit and not the one from the dusty history books!”

Harrow snorted, “It seems to me very suspicious that Khonshu’s former lover found such a cult when Khonshu himself was looking for Ammit as well. She is desperate to follow in his footsteps even after he abandoned her.”

Marc gasped at Khonshu’s rage, the god quickly surfacing once more. “LIAR!” he roared while attempting to throw themself at the other man, and only ending up face-planting in the dirt. Whether it was because Marc tried to hold them back, or because of Osiris’s magic trick, he wasn’t sure.

“I said we will not tolerate violence,” the other god hissed. “My patience with you, Khonshu, is growing thin.”

“I am desperate to follow Khonshu’s creed to protect the innocent, and to help my fellow man,” his former avatar snarled through clenched teeth as you knelt down to help Marc out of the sand. “It is my purpose to help others, even though I am no longer his knight, because it’s what I believe is right.”

Marc didn’t know if it was him or Khonshu that leaned into you, seeking the soft, warm comfort you provided. Or maybe it was both of them. Marc took a few slow deep breaths, the bone-deep ache of physically housing a god slowly easing. Even the constant undercurrent of Khonshu’s rage eased some.

“My dearest moonstone, how I’ve missed your touch.”

Oh god, Marc was going to be sick. The damn bird really was in love.

“Khonshu tricked her into believing his delusions and then unleashed her onto the world,” Harrow argued. “I mean, just look at the state she is in. It only proves she is as violent as him, as well as just as unhinged.”

“Oh, don’t even start that!” you snarled, making to move towards the other man, your intent apparent in the bunching of your muscles, but Marc held your back with a firm grip on your arm. “You’re the asshole that sent the fucking jackal--”

Your lips sealed against your will as Osiris stood, the pale skin of his avatar turning red with anger. “That is enough! You are as insolent as your god!”

You turned to glare at him your lips parting with obvious difficulty as you spat back: “And you’re as ignorant and blind as he says if you believe this fucking--” Your jaw snapped shut with an audible click, but you retaliated with flipping your middle finger towards Osiris, which was quickly twisted around your back with the rest of your arm as you were shoved into the sand-covered stone, your head pressed against the stone.

“I should punish you for your insolence, mortal,” Osiris snarled. “I have never seen such disrespect in this hallowed chamber. You have offered no proof that this man has committed a crime. Thus, I declare him innocent. But you, mortal, have committed many offenses in front of us today. Be thankful that I am merciful and will allow you to leave this place unharmed.”

Marc watched as the other gods stood and left, apparently having no qualms with Osiris’ judgment. Even when his avatar left, the god’s magic remained as you struggled against the magic that kept you in the prone position while Harrow was free to leave.

“Well, that went better than expected,” Khonshu sighed, making Marc roll his eyes in disbelief, but any quip died as you growled and suddenly punched the ground as soon as the magic restraints disappeared.

And then whimper in pain, which quickly turned into a sob as you curled into a ball, clutching your fist to your chest.

“I’m sorry,” you whimpered quietly, almost too soft for Marc to hear. “I should-I should’ve tried harder. Controlled myself. Something.”

“Hey, you did good,” Marc tried to comfort. Gently placing a hand on your shoulder while Khonshu remained oddly silent when just minutes before he had been ready to be imprisoned in stone to defend your honor, or craving your touch with such longing.

But that was Khonshu, confusing as ever.

“Good? Good?!” you looked up at him, your eyes full of tears. “They believed in Harrow! Khonshu risked everything with that bullshit of his, and yeah, they didn’t imprison him or anything, but I- I failed him.”

“Even if you had been as eloquent as Thoth, Hathor doubts Osiris and the others would have listened.” Yatzil offered as she approached the pair. “They are still quite upset with Khonshu, and refuse to believe that a mortal would risk awakening Ammit. Besides, it was not Khonshu who asked for your testament, so you could have hardly failed him.”

You looked towards Marc, who shrugged as he got up. “He was kinda pissed that I even mentioned you, to be honest.”

Instead of being reassured, he could see a brief flash of pain on your face, and held his hand out to you to help you to your feet. Only then did he realize how bloody and bruised your hands were. Your whole body was.

No wonder you were crying. Both he and Khonshu were of the rare same mind as they tried to wipe the blood and sand away from your cuts, trying to be soft and reassuring.

And that bond flared once more were his eyes met yours.

“And she expects that is why,” Yatzil smiled sadly, and shook her head at your puzzled look. “This is not the place to speak of such things. Even though the others are gone, you can never be sure who walks these chambers.” Her eyes drifted to Marc, her expression hardening. “Hathor implores you to find the medjay Senfu. He alone recorded the location of Ammit’s tomb, though his own sarcophagus was lost to black market traders…”

Marc laughed dryly. “Well, that actually might be easier than finding that damn scarab.”

“Hathor believes us?” The former avatar asked.

“While Hathor doesn’t agree with Khonshu on many things, she isn’t blinded by a grudge as the rest of Ennead is,” was her answer. “He wouldn’t go to such great trouble, risking his own safety and the safety of his avatars, if he didn’t believe it was well worth the risk. And for him to take such a gamble, the situation must be dire. She will do what she can, though she will not stand against the rest of the Ennead at this time.”

The woman pulled a card from the fold of her dress and gave it to you. “As for the other matter, call me when you have a moment.”

Khonshu groaned, his embarrassed discomfort apparent before he left Marc’s body, which felt like a ton of weight suddenly lifting from his shoulders. The avatar swore he didn’t want to know.

Besides, he had more important things to worry about.

----

Layla frowned when you came back from the airport bathroom, looking far worse for wear than when you had left nearly half an hour before. “That was a long bathroom break.”

“You know that freaking weird ass eclipse?” you seethed as you flopped down, grabbing the now-cold coffee.

“The one that had you cursing Khonshu loud enough that the stewardess had to ask you to calm down?” Layla asked, sipping at her own drink. It was actually her second cup as she tried to shake off the jet lag and the jitters at being back in Egypt. “It was rather hard to miss.”

“Well, I was right!” You slammed your hands on the table, oblivious of the looks it drew. “It was him! The dumbass summoned the Ennead! Against that silver tongued snake!”

Like everything else that you had told her, Layla only blinked at the new information, digesting it quickly. She had been with Marc for years, knew of Khonshu and her husband’s position as the moon god’s avatar, so everything else went along with the insanity fairly well. “Let me guess, it didn’t go so great? Also, how do you know this?”

“Er, your boyfriend--”

“--Soon to be ex-husband, actually.”

“--thought I would be a good person to vouch against Harrow.”

“Well, I mean, you were infiltrating his cult.”

“I can’t talk civilly for the life of me!” You whined, as if she knew that despite meeting you yesterday. Granted, she had figured it out well before the flight to Egypt as they tried to figure where their respective idiots were heading next. (Though believing the woman in front of her had been romantically involved with the same Khonshu that Marc cursed was a hard pill to swallow.) “I may have called the Ennead ignorant and blind and flipped off Osiris himself.”

Layla laughed, covering her face in case you accidentally spit out her drink. “You didn’t.”

“Sure did. And he made me eat dirt. Asshole. Anyway, you’re right. They’re here in Cairo. Your former boy-toy’s going to be poking around the black market for Senfu’s sarcophagus.”

Layla rolled her dark eyes. “With that thick American accent of his? I guess it’s my idiot’s turn to get himself into trouble.” She finished up her drink with a sigh. “Shall we?”

----

Khonshu was livid.

The small open market of Cairo had no warning when the large gust of wind slammed through as the two women appeared by Marc, making his anger apparent. People braced and scattered for cover as the winds whipped up sand and dirt like a vengeful dust devil.

Well, not like one, it definitely was one. Marc groaned as he covered his face and knew he wasn’t the only one irritated by the god’s temper-tantrum, judging by the cursing of the two women.

But if he thought of being stuck in the open, surrounded by oblivious civilians, was bad. Being crammed into the small hotel room, it was even worse.

“Tell her she needs to leave!” Khonshu roared for the hundredth time, stalking around the room. “She needs to go back home and stay there! This isn’t her fight!”

“I have to agree with Khonshu.” Marc sighed as the two women made themselves at home in the room, apparently deciding without asking that they were going to share it with him despite the uneasy tension in the air. “Both of you need to go back to London.”

“I want to see you get to Senfu’s sarcophagus then,” Layla challenged, crossing her arms as she perched on the bed, disarrayed by arguments between him and Steven. “I mean, you were doing so well without me.”

“And if you think I am leaving now, with the fate of the world in the balance,“ you growled, plopping yourself near a plug in and booting up your laptop. “You are both sorely mistaken. Khonshu wasn’t the brightest before, and obviously his skull’s only gotten thicker. I mean, a full solar eclipse? Are you fucking kidding me?” You gestured to the open room, obviously talking to the god you couldn’t see but knew was there, somewhere. “You are so unbelievably lucky the others didn’t seal you away! And then where would we be?“

“I had no other choice,” Khonshu argued back, looming over your unaware form. “It’s hardly my fault my avatar has been even more incompetent than usual!”

“Don’t blame me for this,” Marc shot back, hearing Steven echo the sentiment in the mirror.

“I don’t even wanna know,” you grumbled, shaking your head. “I am so fucking mad. Heavens, you would think I would know better than to trust the stupid bird brained god to make a rational decision.”

The wind started up, as Khonshu slammed his staff next to you, the lights flickering and your computer suddenly shutting off. “Don’t--“

“I don’t care what you have to say,” you yelled blindly into the room, interrupting him. “For fuck’s sake, I can’t even hear you! I can’t hear you, can’t see you, and I can barely feel you.” Your voice caught as you stood, tossing your computer to the side. “I know you’re there and you have no idea how horrible this is! I trusted you, Khonshu; I trusted that you had a reason for taking the mantle from me, but here we are, a short few years later, and look at this mess!”

Marc shot a worried look towards Layla, unsure about being caught in what almost felt like a lover’s spat between human and god, but Layla only gave him a pointed look.

Right. He was in a similar boat as Khonshu. Layla obviously sided with the former avatar, and well, to be honest, Marc did too. Even if he barely understood the situation himself.

“And-and I can’t even hear you,” you finished softly, rubbing your face to hide the tears forming. “I can scream and yell until I’m blue, and it won’t change anything because I’m virtually just talking to thin air. So, fine. You don’t want me here, then I’ll follow up on my own leads. I know some people here that may know a few things.”

You grabbed your bag and stormed towards the door, pausing only when Layla grabbed your wrist. “Keep in touch, okay?”

“Yeah, I won’t be far,” you whispered while avoiding her gaze, though she could still see the pain and tears in your eyes. Layla squeezed your wrist briefly, trying to be reassuring, before letting you go.

“Marc,” Khonshu said after you slammed the door shut after leaving. It wasn’t the sharp, commanding tone that Marc was used to, the one he just used moments before, but a softer, almost pleading tone the avatar had never heard from the Khonshu before. The former mercenary turned towards the god, surprised to see him look almost… sad? Dejected? Even if he didn’t have a face, his body language was enough for the avatar to know the anger from just a few minutes before had virtually evaporated. “Let me speak to her. Just for a few minutes.”

“Oh no, we are not doing that again,” Marc argued, recalling the odd sensation of Khonshu possessing his body during the tribunal. It had felt worse than when Steven was in control, because he had been fully aware of everything. Less of a silent passenger in his own body and more like being controlled against his will. Nothing more than a puppet to the god.

And that heavy weight that settled on his whole body that wore him to the bones quickly, leaving him feeling like he had pulled several hundred pounds of dead weight through the desert under the scorching sun.

Besides, he owed Khonshu nothing. Not after everything the moon god had done to destroy his life. Destroy his marriage with Layla, who was acting as if she was ignoring his conversation as she pulled out her own laptop, though he could tell she was listening intently. It had been months since he had been around her, but he couldn’t forget the slight way her head tilted as she listened intently, the curls of her hair falling away from her neck, and….

God, he forgot how much he missed her.

Let Khonshu feel what it was like to be forced away from the one he loved. Sure, he and Layla had their issues, but the moon god was to blame for many of them, possibly just as much as his own inability to discuss his issues.

“Please, just for a few minutes,” Khonshu pleaded, and hearing him say please, to be so humble, knocked the strength from Marc’s argument. Because, despite his simmering anger, he was now placing himself in Khonshu’s shoes, imagining begging to be able to talk to Layla one more time.

His wife who peeked over the top of her screen, her dark eyes framed by her heavy lashes. Khonshu continued on, unaware that Marc was no longer listening, but enraptured by his wife’s gaze. As if she could hear the god and was telling him to be merciful this time. “Perhaps I can calm her some, and we need whatever help we can get now that the gods themselves refused.”

Damn it. Khonshu made a good point. Three humans (Four including Steven) and a god versus Harrow and all of his followers. They barely stood a chance, let alone without losing your help. “Fine. Five minutes and not a second longer. And no funny business!”

-----

You were sitting on the flat stone roof of the hotel, grumbling at your phone, when Khonshu found you. Your back turned towards the door, hair damp from sweat, unused to being under the desert sun, shoulders bared and curved, your shirt sticking to your skin because of the heat.

He wanted to talk to you. He had planned what he was going to say during his search to find you, every argument and every counterpoint.

But now that he was here, seeing you with mortal eyes under the bright sun and not the flickering light of the Ennead’s court, and no longer worrying if his kin could sense the power within you, Khonshu found Marc’s body not responding. The man’s heart was beating quickly, his chest tight enough around his lungs as he found it hard to breathe.

Oh heavens, was Marc sick?

“I’m not sick. You’re nervous,” Marc grumbled from within. “It feels like being a teenager all over again. Just hurry and get this over with.”

Right. He was a god, and this was nothing compared to what he had done in the long years of his life. He cleared Marc’s throat and spoke your name, not used to saying it aloud anymore, even though he thought it every day in some form.

Only for you to wave your hand without looking, gesturing for him to leave. “Not now, Marc.”

Your voice was hoarse, bearing the evidence of crying, and making his chest hurt even more when he stepped closer. “Please, moonstone.”

His term of endearment caught your attention as you twisted around to look at him, confusion clear on your face. “... he really told you to call me that?” you asked softly, and he could see your eyes rimmed with red from crying.

Because of him.

“Marc’s allowed me temporary use of his body so I could talk with you,” he explained and watched the emotions flicker across your face; pain, hope, longing, as you finally recognized his deep timbre and unique accent despite using Marc’s voice.

But rage quickly covered those expressions. You dropped your phone as you stood and stormed towards him, as quick as the wind itself. “Why?! To tell me to go home? That this isn’t any of my business anymore? Well, tough shit asshole!” you jammed your finger into Marc’s chest. “I live on this planet, and I care for everyone on it, so--“

Khonshu didn’t even wait for you to finish before pulling you into an embrace, interrupting your angry tirade. Even though it wasn’t his body, he could feel you as if it was. How soft you were, the strength you possessed as you initially resisted. The smell of sweat mixed with your fragrant soaps you used to bathe yourself.

“No funny business,” Marc snarled as Khonshu pressed his face against your hair, refreshing his memories. “Talking only, so hurry and apologize already!”

Khonshu reluctantly obeyed his host and pulled away, but only a fraction before you stopped him by grabbing fistfuls of his shirt. You kept your head turned away, avoiding his gaze as his hands came to rest on your shoulders.

“Why did you leave me?” you asked, which was not at all what he expected. Your earlier anger had vanished, leaving your voice weak and pleading. “We were such a great team, and I thought-I thought we were happy.”

Heavens, he had been so happy back then. Even the moon had seemed brighter when you walked by his side. “I have ruined many lives of my avatars through the ages, but I considered it an acceptable price to pay for the good I worked through them,” he answered. “But seeing you struggle was a price I couldn’t bear. You are my beloved moonstone, my dearest one, and your happiness is something I will sacrifice everything for.” Every word he spoke was the truth, yet it wasn’t quite the complete truth.

He couldn’t admit how close he came to ruining your life, your entire existence. How there was a solid possibility he had condemned you in the afterlife despite his best intentions. All because he loved you.

Your breath hitched and your grip tightening as you whispered: “You fucking asshole. I would have made it work. I would’ve chosen you over anything.”

“I think I’m going to be sick,” Marc groaned. “God, you two are way too sappy.”

Khonshu ignored him and instead gently encouraged you to turn to face him, wiping the tears away on your cheek. He had missed those beautiful eyes of yours, framed perfectly in your face. Heavens, he missed everything about you. Your beauty, your attitude, your smile, your laugh, your skin, your lips. Those soft words you spoke to him, full of love and tenderness unlike any he had ever heard before.

He could feel that power growing between them, reminding him even more of the past. And reminded him why he had given you up in the first place. “I apologize for the pain and suffering I caused you, beloved. I only wanted the best for you.”

“Damn fucking idiot.” You wrapped your arms around his neck suddenly, pulling him close. Close enough, he thought he could feel your soul once more try to reach for his along a bond that was no longer there. His own lurched towards yours, craving your touch and presence so strongly that it made him ill. Wrapping his arms around you, holding you just as tight, only took the edge off. “Your such an idiot, ya know? I love you, even now, and I forgive you, but heavens, you’re so thick.”

“Great, can I have my body back?”

Marc was going to kill him, but Khonshu couldn’t resist. Not with you here. Out of instinct, he nuzzled against your cheek, not used to Marc’s different nose. That alone was a unique sensation in itself, but then you moved to brush your lips against his, softly with a light sigh ghosting across him afterwards.

Oh.

“I SAID NO,” Marc shouted, suddenly pulling away and stumbling back at the fact he was suddenly in control.

Khonshu was still in his former place. His body curved around you, the bone of his beak pressed against your soft lips. Your eyes slowly opened, basking in the familiar sensation of large hands squeezing your shoulders, bone moving gently against your lips, and that warmth in your chest blooming.

Khonshu. Heavens, it really was him, looking exactly as you remembered him. Unnaturally tall, long limbs wrapped by bandages, and his skull looking as ancient as the pyramids themselves.

Then began fading as quickly as he appeared, taking the warmth in your chest with him. You clutched at him frantically, grabbing the gauze of his robe and then the bone of his beak, as you fiercely tried to keep a hold of him as you took in every detail, but to no avail. By the time he brushed your face with his hand, it was as solid as a gentle breeze.

And then he was gone, as if he had been nothing more than a mirage.

~☽ O ☾ ~

You had been having… issues. All day. It was just one of those days where all your daydreams during class led back to two things.

Khonshu. And sex.

Okay. Mainly having sex with Khonshu.

Angry, violent sex against the wall, where you were ripping and clawing at each other as he pounded into you, lips and teeth scratching against bone, his large hands gripping at you tightly, making you feel so small in his violent embrace. Or where he had you bent over a desk, his hand wrapped in your hair and pulling it as he showed you the might of a god.

Where you had him pinned down, taking what you needed without mercy. Making him moan and gasp as you found whatever made a god quiver and beg. Or maybe cursing you in between frantic thrusts, seeking his own pleasure.

Interspersed, of course, with tender, soft sex as he worshiped your body, praising you in languages you didn’t understand. Or where you voiced all those things you were too scared of saying aloud, and he accepted and returned each one as you laid naked in the moonlight. Where he touched every scar, every flaw you saw in yourself, and praised and blessed each imperfection because they were yours.

Yeah. None of that was ever going to actually happen, but it was certainly distracting to think about. A lot better than the droning of your instructors.

At the end of the day, you may have bought a lingerie set while out trying to clear your thoughts. Pure white lace with embedded golden stars and a crescent moon resting between your cleavage; matching panties that had little straps that clung to your hips and waist, a white strip of fabric barely covering your core. IT was beautiful, and surprising there had been one in your size.

Granted, once you returned to your dingy little apartment, modeling it to yourself, your mind reminded you that Khonshu would not appreciate such things. He was the god of the moon, ancient and probably used to women with far better proportions than you falling at his feet, dressed in decadent robes. He wouldn’t be interested in how the fabric didn’t quite sit right against your form, too tight and small in places, or too loose in others.

You were going to just throw it in the trash. Burn it. Except you paid a lot more for it than you were really comfortable with… maybe you would just hide it in a dresser and let it go forgotten until the end of time.

“You expect to go fighting dressed like that?”

Khonsu’s gravelly voice broke through your thoughts. You screamed as the moon god appeared behind you in the leaning mirror. “Damn it Khonshu! Don’t just appear like that!” you shifted to turn and face him, ready to give him a piece of your mind, but instinctively froze as he quickly reached around and grasped your throat, his long fingers digging into your skin in a warning.

Khonshu took the time to study your reflection in the mirror, how your breasts moved with every breath, barely contained in the lacy bra you wore, the curves of your waist, the stretch marks that adorned your stomach and hips before disappearing into a matching set of underwear that barely hid a thing before giving way to your plush thighs and muscular calves.

“Were you planning on doing something else tonight?” He asked lightly, though shifted his grip so you tilted your head back, baring more of your throat, and causing your eyes to flutter slightly. Just like the pulse he could feel in your neck. “Have you forgotten that you belong to me, insolent mortal?”

“Dunno what you mean,” you mumbled. Almost submissively, making something in him churn. “Just a new pair of underthings. Doesn’t mean anything.”

“I am no fool, my dear,” he chuckled darkly. “I see exactly what you see.”

The impish light he loved flickered in your eyes as you gazed at his reflection. At your reflection, and how his long, lithe body towered over yours, dwarfing you in comparison. “And what’s that, exactly?”

He stepped closer, his body pressed against yours to remind you even more how small you were compared to him. “A gift waiting to be unwrapped and devoured in the most intimate of ways.”

A smile spread across your face, your thighs shifting together unconsciously as he felt your arousal growing through the bond. “Now, where would you get an idea like that?”

Khonshu growled, his staff forgotten as it clattered to the ground. His other hand reached around, the coarse material of the gauze covering his hand tickling your skin as he cupped your groin. “We have work to do, innocents to protect, yet here you are, dressed like this. Such impudence is unbecoming in my avatar.”

“A girl has needs, you know?” you whined as his fingers moved against the cloth covering you, barely pressing against your core as he teased you. “Fuck, I wasn’t even sure you’d get turned on by lingerie.”

“It’s not your clothing that’s causing my desire for you, small one,” he answered, his voice rumbling through his chest and into your back. “You’re so needy and desperate, I can feel it through our bond. All day, growing more and more. Feeling you search out for any bit of friction just for a moment of relief. And here I thought humans didn’t have an estrus.”

“Shut up. I wasn’t that bad.” you grumbled as he chuckled, your head lolling back against his chest, eyes closed as he continued to rub against your slit through the fabric. Slow, gentle movements that were only making you even more wet and needy. “I just get horny from time to time, okay?”

“And thinking about how I would take you on various surfaces?” He murmured, his skull rubbing against your cheek while the tip of his beak scratched against the skin of your chest. “I have to admit, the one where I have you bent over a desk was particularly tempting. I never thought of pulling your hair to make you behave.”

He could feel your knees getting weak, the cloth saturated where he had been toying. He parted your legs with his, pulling you up his leg to support you just enough for your toes to barely touch the ground. “If the others find out about this, I’ll be punished.”

“So you’re going to punish me instead?”

Heavens, it was like you were begging him to. And well, how could he deny you anything? “That, and I promised I would always take care of you.” His fingers slipped around the soaked fabric, both fingers easily slipping inside your cunt. Your back arched as you gasped, your hands grabbing his to stay steady while the only thing keeping you balanced was the hand at your groin and the one still wrapped around your neck. “I won’t let you fall,” he reassured, “Not until I’ve broken you completely.”

Any quips died in your chest as he pumped his fingers in and out of you at a cruel, slow pace. Instead, you could only gasp and whine, occasionally muttering his name as a prayer. His own hips moved slightly in rhythm to his fingers, craving to be inside you once more. The movement quickly had your gasping and crying, so close to the edge after a frustrating day of teasing thoughts and fantasies.

Just as your pleas carried his name, so did your spirit call to him across the bond. He could feel it whine and beg, reaching across the link for him. But he had sworn that he wouldn’t. He may have given in before, but he couldn’t afford to do so yet again.

But heavens, you were so alluring. He found pleasure watching your expressions in the mirror as he continued to fuck you with his fingers, feeling your desire near its peak, your soul continuing to pray for him, tempting him.

He could barely control himself, but to refuse your soul calling, begging him in the same way your body craved more, was more than he could endure. “Can I have you?” He murmured as felt his resolve buckle. “Would you have me, my moonstone? Even if it meant risking their wrath?”

“Always,” your hand let go of his that was grasping your neck, and instead caressed his beak that rested on your shoulder and nuzzled against it with parted lips. He could feel your soft, moist lips caress his bone, your breath hot and heavy and carrying a soft cry with each sweet exhale as he brought you closer to your climax.

He couldn’t hold back, and you eagerly met him halfway once more, your body keening as his spirit touched and melted against yours. He was only half aware of milking you through your climax, more focused on the pleasure of your spirits bonding, feeling the absolute acceptance and love you held for him. Being able to share with you his adoration that he could never truly express otherwise.

He had never had an avatar, a lover, like you, and swore he never would again. You were so much more than his voice and fist. You were the stars in the sky whose beauty was unsurpassed. Whom each night he gazed upon and memorized every single detail while knowing what he saw was only a fraction of their true majesty.

Who was always there, no matter what phase the moon was in. Just like you stayed by his side, your faith and dedication unwavering no matter what manner of mood he was in. Even when you argued and railed against one another, you refused to abandon him.

Time was meaningless as they laid upon the floor of the bedroom, limbs tangled and entwined. Yet he counted every heartbeat and every breath, trying to memorize the way you fit against him. So small and soft, clutching on to him as if he would disappear back into the darkness.

“I don’t think I was the only one hot and bothered all day,” you broke the silence after a long moment, tracing the crescent moon on his chest. “That… feeling. Is that like sex for gods?”

“In a very crude and basic way, yes.” He answered. “It’s difficult to explain.”

“Mmm,” you hummed sleepily, accepting his answer with such ease. “How long do you think we can stay like this?”

He would make the night last forever if it was your wish. Until the moon freed itself of the earth and fell into the sun. Until the Earth turned to dust and time became meaningless. Or until the Ennead cursed him to stone for binding himself with a human. “I think we can afford a few hours of rest, if you desire.”

“I don’t wanna sleep, I just like being close to you,” you admitted softly. “I know we fight and bicker at each other, but I.. “

He had used and pleasured your body, you’d cum screaming his name multiple times. You had worshiped his body and ridden his cock until he shouted your name to the heavens in absolute bliss.

But those three words still held so much meaning as you held your tongue, your eyes saying it all. He hoped his gentle gesture of caressing your face before pulling your body even closer to his echoed the sentiment.

“I do appreciate your choice of garment,” he admitted instead, teasing the finely knit lace, now covered with sweat. “I admit, it’s befitting of my avatar. Though I may not be able to control myself should you wear it again.”

Even though you buried your face against his chest with an embarrassed groan, he could feel your smile.

#khonshu x reader #khonshu #khonshu marvel #khonshu moon knight #moon knight #mcu moon knight #fanfic #mk moonstone #khonsu

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theycallme-thejackal · 2 years

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Midge has a key to Lennys apartment in NYC and stays there sometimes even when Lenny is out of town. He comes home early from a long stint in California to find his girlfriend in his bed wearing his clothes :)

Pairing: Lenny Bruce and Midge Maisel Rated T

It's been a hellish day.

It's almost two in the morning when he puts the key in the lock to his New York apartment. He decided to come home a few days early and was looking forward to surprising Midge, but the universe decided to dump all over that plan.

His flight had been delayed due to wildly unusual weather in Los Angeles. In a place where the sun shines all the fucking time, a freak thunderstorm had hit and then blown over a few hours later, meaning that instead of taking off at noon, the flight had finally gotten off the ground at four only to land in Chicago due to technical difficulties.

The location had driven him to sweat bullets. They've still got that warrant out for his arrest. Fortunately they'd fixed the plane and gotten back off the ground without any incidents involving the police, but it still took a chunk of time away.

And then, after all of that, his luggage was lost. Not that big of a deal usually since he packs light, but he stupidly put Midge's present in his suitcase instead of in his carry on, and he really didn't want to risk it getting lost, so he waited another hour while the workers searched for his suitcase and then immediately extricated the box from inside, not willing to risk yet another something going wrong. And then getting a cab out of LaGuardia after midnight was a nightmare.

He drops his keys on the table by the door and scrubs his hands through his hair as he shuts the door behind him. He'd briefly considered showing up at Midge's anyway, but he knows her parents are there, and as much as he enjoys spending time with Abe debating politics and religion and everything else under the sun, he can't risk dealing with that after the travel day from hell. He'll surprise his girlfriend tomorrow when he's showered and rested.

Loosening his tie, he heads for his bedroom. He has to admit having a lease is nice on a day like this. When everything goes wrong, he has a place to call his own.

He stops in his tracks, his breath catching when he spots her from the doorway.

She's wrapped up in one of his shirts and nothing else, lying on top of his bed instead of under the covers due to the heat of New York in the summer and giving him a glorious view of her legs. She's on her side facing the window and sleeping soundly.

His heart lurches at the perfection of the sight.

Quietly he undresses down to his boxers and places her gift on his nightstand before climbing onto the bed and wrapping his arms around her, holding her tightly. It may have been a horrible day, but this makes it all better. Coming home to find the love of his life in his bed, wearing his shirt, and sleeping comfortably like she actually belongs here.

He trails kisses up her neck and feels her start to stir, tensing when she realizes she isn't alone anymore. She slowly turns her head, shifting so she can fully see him. "Did I sleep for five days or did you come home early?" A slow grin finds her lips.

"I missed you," he says, leaning in to kiss her slowly, enjoying the feeling of her hands cupping his face as she deepens it. They kiss for a long moment before she sinks back into her pillow, looking at him in wonder. "Nice shirt," he teases, noticing that while it's wrapped around her, she's only fastened one of the middle buttons, exposing most of her alabaster skin.

"I missed you, too," she admits a little bashfully as his thumb strokes over her bare hip.

"Midge," he breathes.

Her sleepy eyes search his. "Yes, Lenny?"

"I love you."

She smiles, brushing her thumb over his stubble tenderly. "I love you, too."

He takes a deep, calming breath. "Will you marry me?"

Her eyes widen. "But I thought you - "

"I didn't think I did," he interrupts. "But I was in California for two weeks, and I was missing you, and I realized I do. I didn't want to get married again when it was just this amorphous concept, but you" - he squeezes her hip gently - "are real. You are flesh and bone and absolutely perfect in every way imaginable. And the only way that any of this could be more perfect is if you were wearing a ring on one of those beautiful fingers."

He rolls over, picking up the box from his table and turning back to her. "I was going to take you to a fancy dinner. Dance with you. Do the whole gesture of getting down on one knee. But when I walked in here and found you, after a horrible day, in my bed, wearing my shirt, I just...didn't want to spend another second without letting you know that I, Lenny Bruce, am a fucking sap for you."

She laughs quietly at that, happy tears in her eyes as he opens the box, revealing a simple diamond solitaire set in a rose gold band. "You are the most important thing in my world, Miriam Maisel. You make my life better just by being in it. So...will you marry me?"

She nods, choking out a happy sob through her smile, and he slips the ring onto her finger, quickly turning one of the worst days of his life into the best.

#midgelenny #midge x lenny #midgexlenny #tmmm fanfic #marvelous mrs. maisel fanfic #writing prompt #otp: more important than god #jackal fics #answers #sweet #fluff #lightly sexy #comfort

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strangerthingsstuff4 · 2 years

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She's like the wind- Part two

Warning- Sexual references, violence, abuse, swearing

‘Mom where’s my hairspray?’ Steve yelled down the stairs.

Dylan chuckled as she held her hair up to let out a spurt of the Farrah Fawcett spray.

‘I don’t know sweetie’

She checked herself in the mirror and adjusted her grey cropped jumper as Steve came barging into her room. He looked around before snatching the can out of her hand.

‘Jesus you might wanna try knocking’ she growled

‘You might wanna try not stealing my shit’ he barked back

‘It was in the bathroom I thought it was your moms’ Dylan shrugged

‘Well it’s not…what?’ Steve asked when he noticed Dylan smirking at him

‘Farrah Fawcett?’

Steve’s cheeks burnt red, his eyes widened and he pointed the can at her.

‘You tell anyone… and I will kill you!’ he warned her.

Dylan grinned and widened her eyes at him teasingly before Steve stomped out of her room. She grabbed her back and denim jacket before bouncing down the stairs. Grabbing her keys and travel cup of coffee, Dylan was out the door and down the drive to her car.

She slid her key into the door to unlock when she noticed how her car was tilted slightly. Stepping back she scanned the side of her car and noticed the front tire was completely flat. Dylan bent down and prodded the heavy material of the flat tire.

‘Motherfucker!’ she yelled when she found the knife wound in her tire.

The travel mug of coffee was thrown to the floor and burst open, soaking the pavement with the hot liquid. Steve watched from the door stop, confused to the outburst. Dylan had only been in this town for four days and her poor boy had been damaged. Who would do something like thing?! She barely spoke to anyone to make any enemies. Her chest heaved and her palms became sweaty, she was going to murder someone. No one, no one messed with her car.

‘What’s up?’ Steve asked as he walked to his car, stopped as he pulled the door open.

‘Someone’s burst my fucking tire’ she growled angrily

“What?!’ Steve exclaimed, walking down the driveway to inspect the damage.

Dylan paced behind him trying to contain her fury. She watched his examine the car with his hand, feeling the puncture and looking closer. His watch caught the sun sending a glare straight into her eye. Dylan looked away to avoid the ray of light trying to burn her corneas, when she noticed something bright pink tucked into the gutter, hiding behind the curb. She bent down and picked up the small earring, twisting it in her finger her face turned up into a snarl.

‘You’re giving me a ride’ Dylan announced as she moved up the driveway to Steve’s car.

‘What? Oh okay…that’s fine’ he muttered as he followed and climbed into the driver’s seat.

‘I gotta grab Dustin on the way in’

‘Who?’ she asked annoyed while buckling herself in.

‘Dustin… Henderson’ he exclaimed as if she was supposed to instantly know him

Dylan shook her head dramatically signaling she had no idea who the fuck he was talking about.

‘He’s one of the kids I… look after’

‘you’re a babysitter?’ she questioned

Steve huffed and pulled out of the driveway, driving off down the street. They eventually pulled up outside a condo style house, it looked worn down from the outside, but Dylan still felt the pit of jealousy in her stomach. She would’ve killed to live somewhere like this a few weeks ago, the place she had lived with her mother was in the worst neighborhood in town, it had two windows boarded up and no carpet in the living room. After her father had passed away, they had been forced to sell their house due to not being able to afford the payments, her mother had been let go from her job as a nurse a few months later because she was missing shifts or going in drunk. Eventually with the job her mom had gotten in a gas station they could only afford a small 2 bed apartment, meaning she had to share a bedroom with her 6-year-old brother, but at least he had it to himself now.

‘Er…Dustin usually sits in the front’ Steve informed her, pulling her from her thoughts as she stared at the quaint house.

Dylan turned to look at him, eyebrow raised in disbelief.

‘Well Dustin is just gonna have to sit in the back isn’t he’ she spat back.

‘Okay…well you can tell him’ Steve mumbled quietly as Dylan watched a chubby little kid run out the house, shouting to his mom that he loved her too.

He stopped at the passenger side door and raised his arms in question before flopping them back to his sides and climbing into the back seat.

‘What the hell Steve?!’

‘I told her okay… I told her you would wanna sit in the front’ Steve defended himself as he started the car and drove off towards the school.

‘I thought she had her own car, this is such bullshit’

‘I’m right here you little turd’ Dylan yelled back at him

‘She does but someone burst her tire so I’m giving her a ride’

‘Who burst her tire?’ Dustin questioned annoyingly

Dylan clenched her jaw as she listened to then have the most meaningless, annoying conversation ever. She was already angry enough without them adding to it with their unnecessary weird friendship.

‘Oh my god do you two ever shut up?!’ she yelled silencing both of them

Dustin shot Steve an awkward look and slumped back into his seat. They were silent for the rest of the ride. Dylan was straight out of the car the second the vehicle became stationary.

Billy pulled the cigarette away from his mouth when he noticed her climbing out of Harrington’s car. Moving to stand properly from leaning on the hood of his car, he couldn’t believe his eyes. What was she doing with Steve Harrington?! His car alone was enough to turn you off, it was questionable how that thing was still driving, it was almost as bad as the Mustang that was lowering the tone of the town. Billy watched her walk across the parking lot toward the school and towards him. He couldn’t wait to see that sweet little ass swinging past him, although he had this unknown feeling of jealousy creeping up on him. Maybe it was because she blew him off yesterday in front of most of the school but there she was climbing out of that douchebags car.

‘Gotta say I’m a little surprised’ Billy started before taking another drag and releasing the smoke between his lips.

Dylan stopped in her tracks and looked over her shoulder at him. He looked so fine just stood there, looking up at her through his eyelashes and blonde curls, smoke leaking out between those rosy lips.

‘What?’ she questioned, annoyed that he had stopped her on her march of rampage and annoyed that she was glad he had.

Billy nodded his head towards where Steve and Dustin were waving goodbye to each other and walking in their different directions.

‘Didn’t think you’d be into… that type. I mean he’s an alright looking guy sure, but I mean… I thought you had a bit more class’ Billy commented cockily as he walked to stand to inches in front of her.

She looked up at him through her lashes now and couldn’t control the grin that appeared on her face. Was he jealous? Her heart fluttered slightly as she looked into his sparkling blue eyes.

‘Erm-‘She began, only to be cut off by him.

‘I guess I can’t blame you though, can’t be much in the way of talent from where you come from I mean-‘Billy went on

‘Steve’s my cousin’ she stated quickly, loving the dumbfounded look that appeared on his face.

Billy dropped his chin to his chest, his forehead almost leaning against Dylan’s. Closing his eyes his mouth split into a smile.

‘Shit’ he muttered

‘Was someone a bit jealous?’ Dylan laughed, pouting playfully.

‘Well I can’t say that I’m not disappointed you’re not climbing out my car, although you probably wouldn’t look quite as… clean’ he smirked

‘really? Well you’d have to be the best lay of my life to get me into…that’ she turned her face into slight disgust as she looked at his car, knowing it would annoy him.

‘Careful now’ Billy warned, smile never leaving his face.

Dylan smirked, raised her eyebrows at him and started walking back towards the school. She could feel his eyes on her as she walked further and further away from him. Any second now.

‘Meet me in the gym at 4’ Billy yelled after her, making her smile turn into a grin as she disappeared into the building.

Watching her leave was on of the biggest mistakes Billy had ever made. Not only was his heart pumping but now he had to wait to see her again. Seeing the way her hips swung and her jeans hugged her curves perfectly made him twitch, god he wanted her in nothing but his leather jacket. After giving himself a few seconds to calm down, Billy followed her into the building, throwing what was left of his cigarette to the concrete.

Billy caught sight of her again as she stormed down the practically empty hallway, just before she could disappear around a corner, Mr. Meyers appeared out of his classroom.

‘Miss Fields your American history class is the other direction’

Dylan threw her head back onto her shoulders and sighed, her mission of revenge would have to wait. She turned around and headed back down the hallway, straight towards Billy.

‘Mr. Hargrove, I’m surprised you made it to my class, although it does start at nine and it is now four minutes past’

‘It’s called being fashionably last sir’ Billy humored, making Dylan smirk

‘It’s called asking for detention Billy, in. Now’

‘Billy seems like too nice of a name for a dill hole like you’ Dylan teased as she walked past him.

‘Yeah well you best remember it, I’ll have you screaming it soon’ Billy yelled as he disappeared into the classroom, followed by Mr. Meyers yelling disapprovingly as Billy’s derogatory comment.

The end of the day arrived before Dylan could even blink. She left her chem class with every intention of heading towards the gym to meet Billy. All anger had left her body and been replaced with butterflies in her stomach. The idea of spending some quality time with Billy Hargrove made her head swim but she had to keep her cool. She refused to let him know that deep down she was squealing like a little girl. Dylan made it out the school building and halfway across the yard when she saw her. Carol was sat on top of a picnic bench with Becky and Mandy, laughing and twirling her hair with one of her fingers. Changing her course from the gym towards them, Dylan rummaged into her jeans pocket, pulling out the small earring.

‘Hey Carol’ she called as she approached.

Carol stopped laughing at the sound of her name and stood up when she saw Dylan walking closer towards them. Becky and Mandy also ceased laughing and sat staring at her with distasteful looks adorning their faces. Dylan stopped a few feet in front of Carol and help up the small pink earring, Carols face visibly dropped when she saw the piece of jewelry.

‘I think you lost this’

Dylan charged forward and sunk her hand deep into the curls on the back of Carols head, before the brunette could even think to turn and run. The picnic table connected with Carols face with quite a thud and Dylan forced her head into it with some force. Carol screamed at the connection while Becky and Mandy jumped up yelled. Dylan pulled Carol back into a standing position; her hand still tangled in her hair. Her nose had a steady flow of blood pouring from each nostril, down over her lips and off her chin onto her now bloodstained clothes.

‘You ever go near my car again I will personally make you want to climb back up into your mom’ Dylan snarled before shoving Carols head forward and releasing her grip on her hair.

‘What the fuck is wrong with you?!’ Becky screamed as she tried to comfort Carol.

Billy stood stunned at what he had just witnessed. Dylan had turned and stormed off towards the car park, leaving Carol screaming, holding her nose. Tommy ran past him towards his girlfriend, obviously having seen the situation himself. He had waited outside the gym for her for five minutes and given up when she hadn’t shown. He figured she was just winding him up not breaking peoples noses. Billy began towards the car park himself, walking a little faster than normal.

‘Soo… how’s the whole Dungeons and… gremlins thing going?” Steve asked awkwardly as he walked along side Mike.

‘It’s Dungeons and Dragons, you know you don’t need to try and connect with me or whatever this is you’re trying to do, just because you’re dating my sister’ Mike sighed as he rolled his eyes and began to walk faster to move away from him.

‘I know I just thought that maybe we could hang out or something, you know I drive Henderson to school most mornings I could stop by and I dunno, you could ride with us or so-‘

‘Harrington get your psychopath of a cousin on a leash’ Tommy H yelled as he walked past him shirtless, his t-shirt pressed against Carols nose, stained red with blood.

Steve, Mike, Will, Lucas and Dustin had all stopped in their trach as they watched the couple rush to Tommy’s car. All wide eyed and mouths open. Their eyes all turned to Steve as he was visibly figuring something out in his head.

‘What does he mean?’ Dustin questioned.

‘Oh god, Dylan’s tires got slashed last night, it must’ve been Carol’

‘Your cousin did that to her?!’ Will exclaimed

They began walking again towards the car park, Steve heart was pounding. His mom and dad were going to freak when they found out about this. They had told him to keep an eye on her and make sure she behaved herself, oh god he was so dead.

‘That’s probably why she gets on with Billy so well, they’re both crazy’ Lucas commented as they climbed the small hill towards the lot.

‘Dylan is not as bad as that asshole she’s just a bit… misunderstood…. And they’re not friends’ Steve argued.

‘Oh really’ Dustin smirked as her pointed towards the spot where his cousin was climbing into Billy’s car.

Billy had to admit he jogged a little to catch up with Dylan as she marched across the car park.

‘What the hell was that about?’ he questioned as he fell into stride with her.

‘That bitch slashed my tires last night’ Dylan growled as she stomped further through the car park.

Billy couldn’t help but notice the way her nose was slightly scrunched and how her cheeks had a red tint to them. She was adorable when she was angry.

‘Oh well it was fully condoned; I’d have rearranged the face of the guy who touched my baby’

‘Should give them a wage they might actually improve it in some way’ Dylan teased even in her horrid mood

‘You know, the more you insult my car the less I wanna fuck you’ Billy laughed as he pulled his keys out of his pocket.

They had reached his car and had come to a stop. Watching those green eyes sparkle softly in the dull Hawkins weather, Billy stepped into front of Dylan, close enough that she could smell the nicotine on his breath. Still holding his keys in his hand, he lifted the other to gently push a bit of hair out of her face.

‘Let me take you to Tina’s party tonight, we’ll have some drinks…maybe some dancing’ Billy smirked softly, showing off his sparkling white teeth.

Dylan let a small smile tug at her lips as she stepped that little bit closer to him. Pushing out her chest ever so slightly, she let her breasts brush against him. Not once did she take her eyes off his, biting her lip her let out a deep breath. Billy’s mouth dropped out of his cocky smile as she pushed herself onto the balls of her feet, he lowered his head as Dylan’s continued to move closer, her gaze now focused on his lips. An inch. Their mouths were an inch apart, they were inhaling each other’s breath. Dylan could visibly see his chest pulse heavier. Her chest was flush against him now, her nose brushing his.

‘I prefer to fly solo’ Dylan whispered just before their mouths could connect.

She stepped back and turned to walk towards Steve’s car. Billy felt breathless as he watched her walk away from him, god she was such a tease. He took a deep breath to calm himself, swapping his keys to his other hand so he could wipe his sweaty palm on his jeans.

‘At least let me drive you home?’ he found himself asking.

Dylan’s smirked turned into a grin as she continued to walk away from him. She had his exactly where she wanted him, begging for her attention. She hadn’t even noticed when her anger had melted away but here she was feeling like she was on top of the world.

‘I told you, I’ll be dead before I’m seen in that thing’ she yelled back.

#stranger things fanfiction #harringrove #joe keery #steve harrington #stranger things 4 spoilers #robin buckley #dacre montgomery #eddie munson #billy hargrove #stranger things

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jobrookekarev · 2 years

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Children Get Older, I’m Getting Older Too

Chapter: 1/1

Words: 15,541

Summary: Alex Karev's day never truly ends, between late night teething pain, breakfast waffles, hours at the park, tantrums and train sets that circle the living room, the never ending stream of vomit, drool, hugs, and cuddles. Alex would take it all if it meant he would always have his wonderful wife, their kids, and the dog.

Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy.

Relationship: Alex Karev/Jo Karev.

Characters: Alex Karev, Jo Karev, Luna Wilson, Helena Karev, Atticus Lincoln, and Scout Lincoln.

Rating: General Audiences.

Additional Tags: Waffles, Toddlers, Naps, Movie Nights, Adoption, Birth, Pregnancy, Fostering, Fluff, Reeses the dog.

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AN: I started writing this like two years ago when I first started this series as I knew this was part of the plan that I wanted for Jo and Alex so I hope you like it! Takes place in April 2022, Jo is 20 weeks pregnant, Luna is 22 months old and Helena is 16 months old.

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Alex Karev’s day usually started pretty early. If he was lucky the girls let him and Jo sleep through the night, but they were rarely that lucky. However, he usually gets a solid four to five hours until someone wakes him up.

“Mama!” Helena’s cries filter through the baby monitor.

The second Helena’s cries reached his ear, Alex was awake and sitting up in bed. Jo, ever attentive to her baby girl's cries, was already out of bed and slipping out the door. After bringing their firstborn home from the hospital, Alex had truly learned the definition of sleep deprivation. Both he and Jo quickly learned how to function on little to no sleep those first few months. Back then, Alex had taken the majority of the night shifts in order to give his postpartum wife a break from the round-the-clock breastfeeding.

Nowadays he looked back on those moments in the nursery with Helena with both relief that they were over and fondness of the time he got with his baby girl. At night it was just the two of them and he remembered how he used to sit in the rocking chair and talk to her as she stared up at him. He did it with Helena and later Luna, but now that the girls were toddlers they rarely sat still enough to listen to their Daddy. Alex would say he did miss those moments with them, although he didn't miss having to get up in the middle of the night.

Alex followed Jo as they walked down the hall to the nursery. When they opened the door, Helena was waiting on the other side, having already gotten out of her toddler bed. Thankfully the safety lock on the door kept her contained lest she escape and run around the house in the middle of the night. Helena reached up as Jo leaned down to pick her up. Her cries softened as she buried her head in Jo’s shoulder as she wrapped her arms around her. Jo whispered soothing words in her ear as Alex put one arm on Jo’s back and the other on Helena’s.

“What's wrong sweetie?” Alex asked, rubbing Helena’s back in soft circles as Jo pressed the back of her hand to her forehead. “Is her fever back?”

In the past week, they all had been sick with the flu. He, Jo, and Luna had recovered quickly, after spending a few days with them on the couch watching movies, but it seemed to hang on to Helena who only wanted her Mama. Despite being 20 weeks pregnant, Jo had pulled out the old moby wrap and had been carrying Helena around 24/7 to keep her content. She had been doing better yesterday, but it seemed she still wasn't over it.

“Yeah and Hayes noticed she had a lower canine coming in,” Jo whispered as she wiped away the drool on Helena’s chin as Helena turned her head to meet his brown eyes with her own.

“The flu and a new tooth, it’s just not your week huh, baby girl?” Alex said, giving her one of his crooked smiles that always made her smile as he guided them over to the rocking chair.

Jo sat down in the chair and propped up her feet on the footrest as Helena hid in Jo's chest again. Alex grabbed the thermometer from where they had left it on the dresser and swiped it across Helena’s forehead. Sure enough, she had a low-grade fever.

“I'll go grab the Tylenol and a teether,” Alex said as he put the thermometer down.

“Thanks,” Jo said, glancing at him as she started to rock and soothe Helena, cuddling her close.

She didn't have to thank him, he was just doing what she would have if he was the one holding Helena, but the fact that she did still made him smile. Before he left he checked on Luna who was passed out in her bed on the other side of the room. She often slept through her sister's cries and was fast asleep in a tangled mess in the sheets with one leg off the side of the bed. He tucked her back in before he went down to the kitchen. There he grabbed the Tylenol, frozen teether ring from the freezer, and one of the breast milk popsicles they had made before running back upstairs. Jo had started to wean Helena after getting pregnant, and they had donated the majority of their frozen stash of breast milk to the NICU. But they still had a few bags of breastmilk that they used for popsicles to give to the girls when they were teething.

When he came back Helana was still fussing as Jo rocked her. Alex dosed out the Tylenol and fed it to her through a spare bottle nipple. Afterwards, he offered both the popsicle and teether ring to her as expected she picked the popsicle and happily started chewing on it. Jo smiled at her and brushed her little hairs away as Helena settled on Jo's chest. Alex grabbed her pacifier and Molly from her bed before giving Molly to her to snuggle with. The little brown monkey stuffed animal had been her favorite since they took her to the zoo as a baby. She had velcro hands and feet that they often used to put the monkey on her like a little backpack. Then he sat on the footrest and watched as Helena chewed on the popsicle and settled down.

“You can go back to bed, I'll put her back down,” Jo said, glancing up at him.

“That's okay, I don't mind,” Alex said, catching Jo’s soft eyes, ones that he probably mirrored as they both looked down at Helena. “Besides, if she still has a fever, one of us is gonna have to stay home with her tomorrow.”

“You’ve had a hard week, why don't you take the day with her,” Jo said, giving him a knowing look and Alex just shrugged as he stared at his little girl. She was right, He had just finished a particularly hard case and had missed the chance to play with the girls the last few days as Jo had opted to stay home.

It had been a year and a half since Jo gave birth to Helena, who was now 16 months old. That Thanksgiving day Jo had sworn she was going to have their baby, but she didn’t, she had her the day after. He remembered how Meredith called him in the middle of the night to tell him that Jo was in labor despite the fact that she was standing across from him.

They barely made it to the hospital in time as Jo pushed for only thirty minutes until their daughter was born. Alex remembered being in awe of his wife as she brought their daughter into the world. Jo screamed and cried at him until their daughter cried for her. Carina placed her on Jo’s chest and it was like nothing else mattered in this world as they both fell in love with her.

One of Alex's favorite photos from that day was taken right after Helena had been born. Jo looked up at the camera with a huge smile on her face as their daughter rested on her bare chest. Maggie had edited the photo to be black and white and had framed it for them. It sat on his nightstand next to a photo of Luna and one of them on their wedding day. That night as Jo and Helena both got the rest they deserved, Alex stayed up and watched over his girls. Since then he could count on his hands the number of times he slept through the night, a number that Jo shared.

As Helena finished her popsicle, trading it for her pacifier. Alex leaned forward as Helena reached out her hand to hold his hand. “You ready to go back to bed baby girl?”

Helena shook her head, but her brown eyes drooped as she looked over at him. Alex knew exactly what to do and began to sing the song that she had heard a thousand times. As he started to sing, ‘Pour Some Sugar On Me.’ Jo rolled her eyes. She did so every time he sang it and did this time too, but even when she was in her mother’s womb it never failed to soothe her.

By the time he sang the last line to the lullaby Helena’s eyes had long since closed and she slept peacefully on Jo's chest. Jo got up and he took Helena and got down to put her in her toddler bed, which was much easier for him than for Jo now that she was pregnant, or at least she said it was. Alex leaned in to place a kiss on her forehead as he tucked her in. He got back up and wrapped his arms around Jo’s waist, placing one on her bump, as they watched her sleep for a second before sneaking out of the nursery together. They both crawled into bed together and Jo looked up at him as he settled back on the pillow. He sang the last line again as Jo’s eyes fluttered close and he kissed her forehead, letting his lips linger as Jo hummed and sighed.

With Jo settled, he decided to check on the girls again and rolled over to grab the video baby monitor. He looked and saw that Helena was still fast asleep and turned the monitor to see that Luna still was completely out as well. The 22-month-old starfished in her open bed, little snores filtering through the monitor. The saying sleep like a baby applied to Luna, so long as the room was cool, she would sleep till dawn.

Helena was planned, but they always liked to say that Luna was a surprise addition. The little orphaned NICU baby that they couldn't help but fall in love with. Jo had watched over her as a favor for her mom Val. Especially after she died and Alex kept a special eye on her too. Jo spent more time in the NICU with Luna than she did with any other patient, even when she was his resident.

Alex watched her fall in love with the tiny preemie, and although he tried not to, he couldn't help but fall in love with her too. They were both devastated when their adoption request was first rejected, but Jo never gave up. She believed that Luna would be theirs and together they fought so hard for their little girl. Sometimes Alex just watched her and he couldn't believe that she was theirs. He never really believed in the afterlife or anything, but when he thought of Val, he promised her that he would look after Luna and give her the best life that he could. The day they became a family of four was one of the best of his life. He may not have been there for Luna's first breath, but he would be there for the rest of her life. She was his little girl as much as Helena was.

Alex took the opportunity to flip through the rest of the security cameras. Finding nothing out of the ordinary, other than Reeses snoring on the couch rather than sleeping in his crate, he settled back into the bed. He put an arm around Jo and his hand went down to the newest little edition. He felt their baby kick against his hand as he rubbed up and down Jo's stomach in little soft circles before the baby settled.

He never in a million years thought that Jo would agree to have another baby. He had patiently waited for her to be ready to have their first baby and he watched her become a mom when they fell in love with Luna. Jo was such a good mom, he always knew that she would be a good mom, and watching her be a mom to their girls was his favorite thing. He loved the way that she played with them, and taught them things.

When she suggested they have a third he jumped right in. He had always dreamed of having a big family, although he wasn't sure how he was going to handle the chaos of three kids. The current little Karev was already a riot in their mama's belly. They were always active and kicked Jo’s insides and her symptoms were worse this time around. They were set to have the twenty week scan the next day. He swore it was a boy, but he wouldn't be mad if it was a girl. Either way, he knew they were in for a world of trouble, but he smiled as he drifted back off to sleep.

Alex woke up to Reeses kicking his side and something touching his nose, or rather someone. He opened his eyes to see Luna staring down at him, her nose touching his as she crouched on his chest. Shad recently figured out how to open the baby proof lock on the girl's door. Although they weren't too worried as she only ever got up to crawl into bed with them and couldn't open the baby gate at the top of the stairs.

“Dada,” Luna said, very seriously. “I wanna waw’le!”

Alex tried not to go cross-eyed as he looked up at Luna and nodded, matching their seriousness. “I think you're right. We definitely need waffles this morning.”

Luna gave him a single nod before she sat back, clutching her favorite stuffed animal, a grey elephant named Ellie that had watched over her, even when she was in the NICU. Alex looked over at the clock as the early morning sun filtered through the curtains. Jo was still asleep next to him and it was still early, but he reluctantly got up with her. Luna tugged on his arm and Alex turned to pick her up, letting her climb on his back like a monkey. Together they trudged downstairs in search of waffle ingredients. The smell of freshly brewed coffee met them as Alex entered the kitchen, thanks to the automatic coffee maker.

“Alright,” Alex said as he walked over to the kitchen island before depositing Luna onto one of the stools at the counter. “Are you ready to help me make pancakes?”

“No, waw’les,” Luna corrected him, grabbing his cheeks and turning his head towards her.

“Yes waffles, how could I forget,” Alex said, smiling despite how he was being held hostage by his toddler.

Luna let go of his face and Alex quickly got out the ingredients and the bowl. He started to mix up the waffle mix and turned on the waffle iron, but not before grabbing himself a cup of coffee. Luna mixed up the waffles with him and Alex showed her how to pour the batter into the waffle iron. Alex loved this time that he had with Luna. Helena took after her mother and hated cooking, but Luna was his constant companion in the kitchen. She was also the only reason why they had a home cooked meal most nights.

As much as she loved McDonald's, Luna would complain if she didn't get to cook with them in the evenings. He and Jo had planned on getting Luna a kid’s kitchen for her birthday in a few months, but they caved and had given it to her a few weeks ago. So far it was her favorite thing in the world and she loved to pretend to cook. Ever since they committed to having kids, Jo and Alex had tried to eat more healthy meals. They had even taken a few cooking classes. Now, both of them had a few basic meals under their belts, although Jo still regularly set off the smoke alarm.

Reeses wandered down as the first waffles cooked and stuck his nose on the counter looking for scraps. Alex had to block the dog with his body to keep him from stealing the batter. Gone were the puppy days when Alex could pick him up and put him outside. Alex told Reeses to get behind the baby gate and closed it, separating the kitchen from the living room. Still, Luna snuck him a strawberry when he wasn’t looking and Alex had to stifle a laugh as he pretended not to see it.

Before long they had a plate of perfect waffles and a bowl of strawberries and blueberries for all four of them. He and Luna were munching on warm waffles when Jo and Helena came downstairs together. They were fully dressed and drying their wet curls as Jo put Helena in the chair on the island. Jo buckled her into the booster seat before sitting down next to her. Alex put a plate in front of her, lest she steal a bite from Luna who was sitting next to her. However, Jo wrinkled her nose at the plate he set before her.

“That is way too much sugar before 8 a.m.”

“Says the woman who eats oatmeal every morning. Anything would be too much sugar compared to that.”

“It's filling and healthy, I’ve eaten oatmeal since I was a kid. It was the one constant thing in my life.”

“That’s sad, and now you can afford better things, but there are berries if you want some with the oatmeal?” Alex said, offering her the bowl, but Jo just shook her head and pushed it away.

“Baby says no berries,” Jo said, rubbing her belly as she turned her head away, looking a little green.

“Plain oats it is then,” Alex said, taking the plate away from her and reaching for the oats container on the counter.

“Wa’le,” Helena giggled before she shoved another handful of waffles into her mouth, completely ignoring the silverware they were still trying to get her to use.

“So much for that clean T-shirt,” Alex laughed watching as the syrup dripped down her face and onto the shirt Jo had just put her in.

“I thought you'd make something less sticky today,” Jo said with a laugh as she pulled back the little brown locks of Helena's hair at her forehead and put it into a little fountain ponytail.

“Waw’les, good,” Luna said, her mouth full of waffles and blueberries.

“I’m glad you think the waffles are good, baby, but swallow before you talk. That way it’s easier to understand you,” Jo gently reminded her with a finger tapping her chin.

Luna nodded and quickly swallowed before she and Helena started to babble about waffles as they ate.

“Do you want brown sugar in it?” Alex said as he scooped the oats into a bowl.

“No, just plain,” Jo said with a sigh as she rubbed her belly.

“Are you sure you're feeling okay?” Alex asked, glancing back at her to see that she still looked a little green.

He had put the oatmeal into the microwave and walked around to her. As he wrapped his arms around her waist, she melted into him and rested her head against his chest. While Jo's nausea hadn't been too bad in the first trimester, it had lingered as they came into the second trimester. Alex was pretty sure she was going to be puking while she delivered this kid. On top of that, she was often dizzy and lightheaded. Although Carina said that she and the baby were fine, Alex couldn't help but worry.

“I'm fine,” Jo said, holding up her hand. “Just nauseous and Helena’s been fine too, despite last night, she didn’t have a fever this morning.”

“Well, the daycare won’t take her yet anyway, so why don’t you stay home with her today?” Alex continued the conversation they had last night, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“Or you could stay home with Helena?” Jo said, looking up at him and tilting her head. “After the Miller case I'm sure you need a break and the girls have barely seen you in the past week. Besides, we already have the sitter, Katie, watching them while we go to the ultrasound tonight, so it'll be good if they could spend some time with you.”

“It would mean a full day for you,” Alex said, raising an eyebrow at her.

“I'll be fine, Alex,” Jo tried to reassure him.

“Jo…” Alex said as he let out a breath. He knew she was right, but he still thought it'd be better for her to rest at home.

“I feel up to it and I want to work,” Jo insisted as Alex sighed, but he'd learned long ago not to argue with her unless it was absolutely necessary.

“Fine, but you know I'm going to ask Meredith and Carina to keep an eye on you and if you get dizzy or throw up again.”

“They'll send me home, I know,” Jo smiled as she reached up and put a hand on his cheek. “You worry too much.”

“Only when it comes to my girls,” Alex said, leaning down to kiss her lips before Jo slipped out of his arms.

The microwave dinged and he grabbed the bowl and a spoon as he set them in front of her. She went back to sit next to Helena and Luna and she did take a few bites of the oatmeal to his relief. They all finished eating and despite their agreement that whoever cooked didn’t have to do the dishes, Alex put the girl's plates in the dishwasher and cleaned up the kitchen.

“Okay, but remember, no screen time today, because the girls will probably watch a movie tonight with Katie,” Jo said as she wiped the syrup from the girl’s faces. Although she spoke to the kids, her words were mostly directed at him.

“Otay,” Helena said she still hadn't quite mastered the word and it was too cute to correct as she tried to avoid the rag and Jo finished wiping her chin.

“Luna?” Jo asked, turning to brush her little blonde hair away and looking down at her.

“Okay,” Luna said reluctantly as she looked down at her plate.

Jo leaned down and kissed her head before she and the girls went upstairs to get ready. After Alex finished the dishes, he went back upstairs to see them in the girl's room. Helena was half-dressed with a clean t-shirt over her head and Jo was brushing Luna’s hair and putting it up in two pigtails for the day. Alex smiled and helped Helena get dressed before he went to take a shower.

Soon, they were all ready and running around trying to help Jo and Luna get out the door. Alex grabbed Jo's cases from the desk in the front room, neatly tucking them in her bag as he grabbed Luna’s backpack. He made sure Ellie the elephant was in it and it was packed with everything she would need at daycare. He walked down the hall to see them both putting on their coats in the mudroom and picked up Helena.

“Ready to go kiddo?” Alex asked Luna as he slipped the backpack on her shoulders before handing Jo her bag.

“Go bye-bye,” Luna nodded, holding onto the straps of her backpack.

“Okay, so I’m going to drop you off at the daycare at the hospital and then at noon we'll have lunch together,” Jo said to Luna as she slipped on her shoes.

“‘wench f’ies?” Luna asked, pulling on their coat.

“Yeah, I think we can have some french fries. Wait, I think we're missing something, look at your feet, honey?” Jo said, looking at Luna’s feet. Luna smiled and grabbed their rainbow light-up sneakers before Jo looked up at Alex. “I think you're missing something too.”

Alex looked down at his feet, unsure of what Jo meant as he wasn't going anywhere. Instead, she pulled his chin back up and she smiled as she tilted her head, leaning up on her toes to kiss him. Alex smiled into her lips as he wrapped his free arm around Jo's waist. He savored the sweet taste of her lips and let himself linger for a moment.

“Try not to get into too much trouble on your day off,” Jo said, pulling back, but still holding his cheek before she leaned down and kissed Helena’s cheek as she giggled when Jo tickled her stomach.

“We’ll try,” Alex said with a wink as Jo smiled and kissed him again. He had to pull himself back and untangle his arms from her body as they parted.

“Have a good day, baby,” Alex said leaning down to kiss Luna’s cheek. “I’ll pick you up before dinner if Mommy’s delivering a baby.”

“Mama baby?” Luna asked, turning around and putting her hands on Jo’s baby bump.

“No, not our baby just yet. They've still got to cook a little bit more,” Jo said with a smile as she put her hands over Luna’s. “But do you feel them kicking?”

Luna giggled as she no doubt felt them kick against her hands. “Baby.”

“Baby too!” Helena said, reaching out of his arms, hands first to feel the baby as well and Alex reached out and guided her hand to Jo's bump and placed his hand over the baby as well.

Jo looked up at him and smiled as he caught her eye. She held his hand and interlaced their fingers before she moved it over to the side of her belly. Alex waited for a moment looking down at her belly before he felt the light flutter of a kick against his hand.

“Baby!” Luna and Helena cheered as they felt the baby kick against their hands.

Alex let out a chuckle of excitement as he looked up and caught Jo’s eye. Her eyes sparkled and he got lost in them. He couldn't explain the excitement and joy that he felt at this moment. Ever since the baby had started kicking a few weeks ago he hadn’t been able to keep his hands off of Jo's belly as he enjoyed the movement of his child. The two girls in their arms were just as excited as they were for the newest addition to their family. It was everything he had ever hoped to have with her and so much more. He couldn't help but lean in and press his lips to her as their excitement passed to each other through their kiss. Although, Jo pulled away far too quickly for his liking.

“I've got to go or I'll be late for work,” Jo said, reading his expression, as she held Luna’s hand and moved to open the garage door.

“That's never stopped us before,” Alex said, reaching out and grabbing her hips, taking a second to squeeze her ass as he pulled her back into his arms.

“I have to take Luna to daycare and I have babies to deliver,” Jo said with a roll of her eyes love, although she captured his chin with her hand and leaned in to kiss him again. “Goodbye, Alex.”

“Bye Jo,” Alex reluctantly said, giving her ass one final squeeze before he let her go.

“Bye, baby girl,” Jo said, leaning in to kiss Helena’s cheek.

“Bye Mama,” Helena said with a wave before she settled back in Alex’s arms.

“Ready to go honey?” Jo asked, pulling Luna's coat up before Luna nodded and they walked into the garage.

“Bye bye,” Luna said, waving to them before they got in the car.

Alex and Helena waved back before he walked with her over to the front room. It was set up as an office and he struggled to open the baby proof door knob cover to get in. The room was the only adult-only part of the house where they kept any work documents and other non-child-friendly things. Although, Alex would occasionally let Luna or Helena in just to wave goodbye through the front window. Alex stood with Helena in front of the window as they watched Jo pull out of the driveway.

“Bye-bye,” Helena said as she aggressively waved to them leaning with her whole body and just about falling out of Alex’s arms.

He smiled as he tightened his grip on Helena as they both waved to Jo and Luna as the car drove out the driveway and down the road. After they left, Alex walked back into the main room and set Helena down before looking over at his daughter.

“Well, it looks like we’ve got some free time today, kiddo,” Alex said as he knelt in front of her. “Since it’s kinda a rainy day, how about we play inside this morning?”

Helena nodded and turned to walk over to the toy bins, pulling out a toy tool set. It had a number of screws, nails, and little pieces of wood, with a little toy box that sang. Helena set to work with the little screwdriver and Alex played along and helped her build her own thing with the little plastic screws and wooden boards. The entire time he talked to her about what she was doing and she babbled back to him, excitedly showing off her creation. Reeses joined and napped on the couch for a little bit before he started to engage in play and Alex threw him a ball letting him chase it around the living room.

This was Alex’s favorite thing to do. He loved playing with kids, especially his kids. At work, it used to be a welcomed distraction from the reality of sick and dying kids, for them and him. He’d made a point to make time to play with Helena and Luna as soon as he got home, after kissing his wife of course. Yet, life sometimes got in the way, however, he always worked to make it up to them.

The two played for some time as Helena enjoyed the repetition of screwing and unscrewing, occasionally putting things together and then tearing them apart. To Alex, it was a little boring, but to Helena, it was the most fascinating thing in the world and she spent most of the morning engaged in this play. She did get out some other toys but always went back to her tools.

After an hour or so Alex got up and started a load of laundry. During the days he spent at home, he tried to catch up on the daily chores and get out of the house with the kids. He and Jo had gotten a good schedule when they were babies to keep things entertaining. They would either go to the park, the library, or the shops, or meet up with Meredith or Link for a playdate. They tried to do one of those activities a week, and occasionally go to the museum, the zoo, or the aquarium on special occasions. Although there were some days when they just stayed home and hung out.

After lunch and a short walk with Reeses around the neighborhood, Helena started to grow weary and she soon became grumpy and fussy. She protested when Alex picked her up and they went upstairs, but he knew she needed a nap. He went through their usual routine. They read a book as he held her in the rocking chair before he turned on the sound machine and gave her a pacifier. Helena settled down and was almost asleep. He could have put her down in her bed and she probably would have fallen asleep, but some days it felt important to hold her. So he sat in the rocking chair and rocked back and forth. He started to gently sing to her as she stared up at him, keeping her eyes open for as long as she could until they were too heavy and she fell asleep.

Even then he continued to hold her, watching her eyelashes flutter against her cheek and brushing the little curls away from her forehead. When Helena was born everybody said that she looked like him. She also had his temperament and was grumpy and fussy. As she got older, he saw touches of Jo appear in her features in the way she would smile or giggle. Still, she kept his grumpiness.

Seeing his personality reflected back to him in the form of his child taught Alex a lot. Her likes and dislikes were similar to his own and the things that helped his mood, helped her too. Helena giggled in her sleep, just like he did and a smile formed across her face as her pacifier popped out of her lips. It made him smile and he held her for a little bit longer before finally making the transfer to the bed and sneaking out of the nursery.

As much as he loved holding his child, nap time also brought a certain amount of freedom. Alex used his free time to do the things he didn't get to do when the girls were awake. Even though there were still lunch dishes in the kitchen, toys strewn around the living room, and a load of laundry that had to be done, Alex sat down on the couch and turned on the PS4. He and Jo both enjoyed video games and often competed against each other in everything from Mario Kart to Call of Duty. Alex enjoyed getting lost in the game and he finished beating level nine. After an hour of play, an alert on his phone notified him of Helena’s movement on the baby monitor. He opened it up to see Helena pressing her face against the monitor that was set up on the headboard of her bed.

“Dada, get Lu’a?” Helena asked, the girls, who were practically twins, hated being separated for too long.

Alex checked the time and it was a little after 2 p.m. Although he technically didn't have to pick her up from the daycare until 5 p.m., he knew that picking her up early would be a special treat for all of them.

“Alright, Lena pick out a coat and I'll be up in a second,” Alex responded to her as he watched Helena walk over to the hooks with her coat.

Alex made sure that the game system was put away where the girls couldn't mess with it before he went back upstairs and got Helena who was ready with her coat on, if not inside out. Helena didn’t seem to mind so Alex just shrugged and held both ends of the coat as she zipped it up. He made sure to change her diaper and grabbed a coat and shoes for both of them.

After grabbing the keys and the diaper bag from the downstairs closet they headed out. As a first time dad, when Helena was a baby, his diaper bag used to include an exorbitant amount of everything. Including diapers, a blanket, a change of clothes, a bottle, toys, wipes, butt cream, snacks, a burp cloth, a blanket, pacifiers, playmat, teethers, hat, mittens, hand sanitizers, sunglasses, an extra jacket, sunscreen, insect repellent, a first aid kit, and tissues.

Now, although both girls were still in diapers, his diaper bag now was just a backpack, with one diaper for every hour they were out, plus an extra, wipes, two snacks, and a water bottle. Part of this was because they were no longer babies, but also because he realized they just needed the basics. There was a first aid kit and an extra set of clothes in the car though. Helena insisted that they bring the little teether Giraffe and her favorite stuffed animal friend Molly. Helena held onto her tightly as Alex buckled her into the car seat.

It was a quick drive to the hospital and he parked the car and helped Helena out of her car seat. He put her on his hip as they walked into the hospital. Alex avoided the ER lest he get dragged into work. They took the side entrance and quietly made their way to the daycare. Helena got excited as they spotted the butterflies on the windows of the daycare for he stopped in front of the door. Helena smiled when she saw Luna, she was so excited to see her sister and Alex set her down in the daycare as she ran off to Luna and gave her a hug that was eagerly returned.

When they first brought Luna home from the hospital, the girls were one year, and six months old. Jo and Alex were more worried about how they would manage two babies and how the two girls would get along. Luckily for them, they didn't need to worry. The two of them played together and acted as sisters from day one. Helena looked up to Luna and was so excited to have someone to play with other than her parents, while Luna was always happy to just be around her.

“Hey kiddo,” Alex said, leaning down to hug her after Helena. “How was your day?”

Luna just shrugged, but Alex could tell that she was tired as the daycare worker, Sonia, helped her get her backpack.

“She had a good time having lunch with her Mom, but she didn't get a nap,” Sonia said looking up at him and Alex sighed. “She and Scout kept each other up. We managed to separate them, but she still wouldn't sleep. I called Dr. Karev to see if she could come down, but she was busy with a patient.”

“Thanks for trying Sonia,” Alex said as he took the rest of Luna’s things and picked up Helena again.

Lunar walked in front of them and Alex reached to hold her hand but she pulled away from him giving him the stink eye. It was the exact same look that Jo gave him when he was annoying her and he knew Luna had learned it from her. Alex just sighed again until an idea popped in his head.

“Why don't we go see Mommy?” Alex asked the girls as Luna immediately perked up and Helena excitedly nodded.

The three of them hopped onto the elevator and Alex let Luna walk on her own. All of the nurses waved to them and although Luna continued to sulk, Helena happily waved back. Like father like daughter, she had charmed all of them, but they both only had eyes for one girl. They walked up the halls to see Jo leaning against the nurses' station doing chart some work.

“Mama!” Helena squealed in delight as she saw her and waved both of her arms in excitement.

Jo looked up to both of them and smiled as she saw Luna who took off as she ran towards her. She bent down and scooped her up, holding her above her baby bump. Holding her close, Jo gently swayed back and forth as Luna laid her head on Jo's shoulder. She pressed a kiss to the top of Luna’s head before she whispered sweet and calming words to her. Luna had always preferred Jo, especially when she was tired and grumpy.

"Hi, my chunky monkey," Jo said as she leaned in to kiss Helena's cheek before giving her chubby arm a squeeze. Helena was born with little fat rolls since she was almost 10 lb and now she had the cutest fat rolls on her arms and legs.

Jo finally smiled and leaned in to give him a kiss too. He didn't mind that he was the last one to get her kisses because he always got the first kiss of the day and the last one at night.

“Mama, swoo,” Luna babbled to her with a smile as Jo’s eyebrows knitted together.

“Yeah we played with your screwdrivers today,” Alex said, translating for Jo.

“Oh, you must have had a lot of fun with Daddy then,” Jo said as she smiled at Helena.

“How's this little one doing?” Alex said, reaching out to put a hand on her belly as their baby rewarded him with a little kick.

“They've been good and I’ve had lots of energy and no nausea, finally. I even took a peek at them earlier on the ultrasound. We might not be able to see the gender tonight since they're not in a good position, but I've been trying to get them to move,” Jo said with a slight smile, putting a hand over his on her bump.

“That’s good,” Alex said, feeling the baby kick again.

“I'm guessing that this one didn't take a n-a-p,” Jo said, putting her hand on Luna’s back as Luna clung to her.

“Nope,” Alex said with a shake of his head. “I’m going to take her home and see if she’ll go down there.”

Jo nodded as she looked at Luna, pressing her cheek to the top of her head. “Why don't I walk with you down to the car, maybe a good car ride home will do the trick?”

“It might,” Alex agreed, looking over at Jo with a smirk. “Like mother, like daughter it usually works on you too.”

“Come on,” Jo said with a shake of her head as she walked past him.

Alex took a second to admire the view as she waddled away before Helena pulled on his arm and reached out towards Jo. “Mama!”

“Alright Lena,” Alex said as Jo paused to look back at him as he quickly caught up to her.

The four of them walked down to the car, Helena happily filling the silence with the babbles about her day as Jo listened and happily talked with her. Yet, Luna remained quiet and she clung to Jo. Alex got Helena into the car seat and buckled her in. He heard Jo do the same with Luna before he walked over to the two of them. Jo was fussing over Luna a little bit, she’d gotten Ellie out of her backpack and put the blanket over her legs.

“Mama, come home?” Luna asked as Jo checked the buckle was secured.

“I have to deliver a few babies so I gotta stay here,” Jo said as she leaned in to talk to Luna. “But I'm going to be home tonight before dinner and I will make sure to spend time with you before Katie comes over to babysit.”

“Come home,” Luna whined, clinging to Jo's scrub shirt.

“I'm sorry baby,” Jo said, as she leaned in and kissed her forehead. “Can you take a deep breath with me?”

They took a few deep breaths together which helped Luna calm down a little bit. “Good that's good baby, now Mommy has to go, but I'll be home before dinner.”

Luna solemnly nodded although she pouted as Jo kissed her goodbye and shut the door. Still, she didn't immediately start screaming, which was a win. With the girls settled, Alex took a second to wrap his arms around his wife and rest them on her bump as he leaned in to kiss her goodbye.

“She'll be all right,” Alex reassured her as he could see the worry in Jo’s eyes.

“I know, but call me if she's too fussy and I'll sing her a lullaby over the phone,” Jo said, playing with the collar of his shirt.

“I will,” Alex said, moving his hands from her bump to her hips.

“And Link just left with Scout, since his Surgery got canceled so call him if you need help,” Jo said with a nod.

“I don't need help from Link,” Alex said, his lips turned down into a scowl.

“Oh right, the great Dr. Alex Karev doesn’t need help from anybody,” Jo said, mocking him as she rolled her eyes.

“I can handle it.”

Jo only hummed and raised her eyebrows at him. He took the chance to lean in and kiss her again.

“Dada!” Helena called at them from the car as the two of them parted.

“That’s your signal to get going,” Jo said, letting go of him. “Good luck at home.”

“Thanks, I'll need it,” Alex said, watching her go before he got into the passenger seat. He turned around to look at the girls to see Helena smiling, but Luna was scowling.

“Alright let's get going,” Alex said as he looked into the rearview mirror and pulled out of the parking space before heading home.

He hoped he could avoid this tantrum as much as possible. Alex turned on an audiobook for the kids as he drove, taking the long way home. He hoped that it would put Luna to sleep. Helena listened to it play and reiterated some of the words of the narrator, following along with the story, but Luna just looked out the window.

When they got home, Alex opened the door to the car and Luna rushed out. The garage door to the house was locked so she waited there as Alex got Helena out and picked up her backpack. As soon as he opened the door she ran inside, not even bothering to kick off her shoes or coat, and made a beeline for the couch.

Reeses greeted them with lots of whines and wiggles as he got caught under Alex's feet until he leaned down to pet him, patting his belly. Helena wiggled out of his arms eager to greet the dog as well as Reeses licked her face while she giggled.

“I wanna Bluey!” Luna demanded, from the couch as she kicked her feet.

“I hear that you want to watch Bluey, but not now,” Alex said, putting Luna’s backpack on the hook and checking to see if there was anything in it.

“Bluey,” Luna demanded again.

“Dada Bluey,” Helena joined in the time, running over and sitting next to her. Even Reeses hopped up next to them and placed his head in Luna’s lap, his go-to spot for TV time.

Alex took a moment before he went over to them. This was a fight that often ended in a tantrum, Luna was overtired from skipping her nap, and watching bluey was her favorite thing. He and Jo had worked to maintain a screen time schedule in their house. Although they usually let the girls watch something in the afternoon and then again later in the evening, he knew they would stay up a little later watching a movie with Katie. They never went down for babysitters and would stay up late waiting for him and Jo to get home. They usually scheduled date nights in the evenings or the afternoon, but due to Jo’s schedule, the only opening for an ultrasound that they could get was at 6:00 pm.

“I know that you wanna watch Bluey, but we can't because you’re going to watch a movie tonight, remember?”

“BLUEY!” Luna shouted again, Kicking her legs against the seat of the couch.

Alex had a choice, he could let her watch something but knew the second he’d turn it off, Luna would fall apart. If he put his foot down as both kids knew about the movie night, Luna would fall apart. It was a lose-lose situation as what Luna really needed was a nap. He hated it, but Alex knew that he had to say no and face the tantrum.

Alex went over to the couch, he quickly told Reeses to get down and let him outside before he went back to the kids. He and Jo had been working with Luna to establish good calm down techniques and gave them different ways to deal with her anger and frustration.

“We're not going to watch Bluey right now, let's pick something else to do.” Alex kneeled in front of both of them but spoke to Helena first. “Lena, why don't you go pick out a book and we can read, okay.”

“Otay,” Helena said, running off to grab a book from the self.

Alex looked over at Luna and he could see the storm that awaited him. “Do you want to read a book with us or grab one of your toys?”

“No, Buley” Luna insisted, tears began to collect in her eyes and she kicked out her legs again.

Alex went over to the basket of calm down toys, which included a few books, papers, stimming toys, glitter bottles, and the squeaky toys, not Reeses’ toys, but the ones Jo liked to throw at the walls. He placed the basket in front of Luna and picked up Daniel Tiger. Alex held it as he kneeled in front of Luna pressing the button so it would play the mad song.

It was one of the many tools Alex and Jo used to help their kids calm down. Both girls knew the song, but they were still learning to use it and Alex particularly liked the roaring part. Alex let the song play and demonstrated the calm down techniques by counting to four and taking a deep breath, but could see that Luna wasn't following along as she usually did.

“Bookies,” Helena said, toddling up to them, carrying two books as best she could.

“Alright baby we're gonna read,” Alex said, sitting on the couch next to Luna and pulling Helena to sit next to him, keeping his left side open for Luna before he looked back at her. “Luna, would you like to read books with us?”

“No!” Luna completely melted down, screaming and crying as she threw her head back.

Luna grabbed the Daniel Tiger and threw it before she kicked the rest of the basket over. At least she was using part of the tools available to her, Alex thought as he sat and looked at the books. Luna continued to scream as Alex watched her, he wanted to be open to her if she wanted him, but Helena held up the book. It was one of her favorites, about a little girl who was a pilot, from The Imagination Library. If Alex had liked Dolly Parton, before he had kids, he loved her now. They got such wonderful books in the mail each month, full of adventure and good lessons.

Alex started reading and before he was halfway through the book, Luna had stopped screaming and laying on the couch. He could see that she was playing with one of the squishy balls and listening to him read. Helena followed along, fascinated by the stories and Luna eventually crawled over and lay next to him. Alex picked her up, held her close, and rubbed up and down her back, an action that always soothed Jo and the kids. He started reading again, something that was difficult while holding both kids, but he managed. By the time he finished the third book Luna was out like a light and he carried her up to the girl's room.

Alex tucked her into bed and kissed her forehead, even while she was sleeping he wanted her to know that she was loved. “I love you, Luna, forever and always.”

When he came back downstairs Helena had gotten out the wooden train set. Reeses happily let Helena sit against him as he napped on the floor. Alex took the opportunity to make the three of them a snack. He cut up some vegetables, putting them on a plate for Helena on the side table. Helena grabbed an apple slice and then went back to her toys, always a grazer. Alex snacked on a few slices, taking the opportunity to eat as well. As they played and snacked, Alex and Helena set up a full-size train track that circled around the living room and into the kitchen. When Alex’s phone dinged, he pulled it out of his back pocket and looked to see who it was.

Message from Link: ‘Scout is a little restless, do you guys want to meet us at the park on 4th?’

The Karev and Shepherd-Lincoln kids had been best friends since birth. Scout was only a month older than Luna and six months older than Helena. They got on like a house on fire, but Luna and Scout were best friends.

‘Sure, Luna will be up from her nap in a few minutes and we’ll head over there in a few.’ Alex texted back.

As if right on cue, his phone dinged and Alex checked the baby monitor to see her sitting up in bed. Alex jogged up to the girl's room and opened the door to see her still rubbing her eyes as she held onto Ellie the elephant. Alex smiled and walked over to her, picking her up as she clung to him and rested their head on his shoulder.

“Hey sweetie, did you have a good nap?” Alex asked as Luna nodded against his shoulder. “Scout and his dad are heading to the park. Did you want to meet them there?”

“Yeah,” Luna said, pulling back and crawling off of his lap, but holding his hand and she headed to the stairs. “Park now?”

“Well, are you hungry? Do you want to eat something first?” Alex asked, he held Luna's hand as they walked down the stairs.

“Park?” Helena asked as she and Reeses wandered over.

“Park now!” Luna said with a smile as they playfully tugged him along.

“Alright, alright, we'll go,” Alex laughed as Luna dragged him over to the mudroom. “But you need to eat as we get ready. Okay, shoes and coats.”

Both kids were eager to get to the park so it was easy to get them ready and in the car. The train set and other toys could always be picked up later, a lesson Alex had spent way too long learning. Although they did their best to do a little bit of tidying and put away all of the toys at the end of the day, time spent with his girls was far more precious than having a clean house.

Most days they walked to the park, but given that Link's house was across the street from the park, they were probably already there. The second Alex got her out of the car, Luna was running towards the park. Helena was restless in her car seat and it took Alex a second to get the wiggling toddler out. The second he did he let her run ahead and catch up with the other kids. Link waved at them from where Scout was spinning around on the merry-go-round. Scout quickly greeted Luna, then Helena with a hug before they climbed onto the merry-go-round with him.

“Hey Karev,” Link said, waving him over with an enthusiastic smile.

“Hey Link,” Alex said and he walked over to stand next to him as they watched their kids play together.

If you had asked Alex Karev who his dad friend would be, Atticus Lincoln would not have been at the top of the list, yet here they were. It started after Link’s failed proposal to Amelia, Jo had let him move in with them for a few weeks. He and Scout started spending more time with them and now, Alex was the one Link turned to with parenting questions, even if Alex didn’t always know the answer. They helped each other out, babysat each other's kids, and they did pretty much everything together.

“Daddy ch’ze uz,” Scout said from where he had climbed up on the jungle gym.

“Dada come,” Luna said as they stood next to Scout and stuck out one of their feet in between the railings.

Alex and Link exchanged a look before they both ran over to try and grab the kid’s feet.

“Alright, here we come and we're gonna get you!” Link shouted, reaching for them.

Both of the kids shrieked with laughter and ran to the other side of the play center as Link and Alex tag teamed trying to get them from either side. They played along, roaring and creating monster noises. Helena quickly joined in as all three kids ran around. It was harder than it seemed to try and catch them, but Alex finally caught Luna around her waist and picked her up swinging around as she shrieked.

“I've got you,” Alex laughed as he held Luna.

“No!” Luna laughed as she tried to wiggle out of his arms but Alex had to readjust his grip on her as she squirmed.

“Nope, I'm the monster and you're my prisoner now,” Alex said as he put Luna over his shoulder and walked towards the edge of the wood chip area.

“Lu-Lu,” Scout said, running up and tugging on Luna’s hand from where Alex had her.

“Daddy d’op it!” Helena shouted as she ran up and grabbed onto Alex's leg, as the kids piled up on him.

Alex looked around for a soft spot to land and as gently as he could kneel in the grass and fell down with Luna on top of him and all the kids piled on.

Luna laughed from atop his chest as they pushed down on his shoulders.

“Okay, you got me!” Alex laughed as well, even though it was a little hard with all three kids on top of him.

He heard the snap of a phone camera and looked over to see that Link had his phone pointed at them. He took a few extra pictures no doubt sending them to Jo as he laughed. Alex didn't mind as he had a few blackmail photos of Link including a picture of him in make-up and a tiara, complete with gloves, from when Scout and the girls had a dress-up tea party. Something that Alex would never admit that he had also done because spending that valuable time with his girls was more important than his dignity.

The kids let him up and ran off except for Helena who pulled him towards the swing. Alex scooped her up and set her in the baby seat gently pushing her back and forth. Link watched Luna and Scout play with a few other kids on the play center, going down the side and then climbing back up.

“Jo mentioned that you've got the twenty week scan tonight, are you guys excited to find out the gender?” Link asked, reaching out and pretending to grab Helena’s toes.

“Yeah,” Alex said with an easy smile. they hadn't done a gender reveal or scan with Helena if they wanted it to be a surprise but had decided to get one done this time around.

“Any preference?” Link asked, seeming too casual as he glanced over at Alex.

Alex shook his head as Luna and Scout came back and Link helped them onto the extra swings. “You can tell Jo the same thing I told her. I don't care, either way, I'll be happy.”

“Okay,” Link said with a nod as he pushed Scout. “I think she's just worried you'll be disappointed if it's another girl.”

Alex just looked at Helena and Luna. They were two-thirds of his heart, the other part belonging to Jo. “I loved my girls more than anything and I don't feel like I'm missing out by not having a boy, because everything I always imagined doing as a father I do with them.”

“Yeah,” Link agreed, looking at Scout. “Besides gender isn't set with the sex. It's a spectrum and there's no guarantee. Our kids are their own people and we’re here as parents to guide their journey through life.”

Alex raised an eyebrow as he looked over at Link. “Dude.”

“Too philosophical?” Link asked.

“A little,” Alex said with a smile. “But you're right. We don't get to decide who our kids are.”

“Yeah, if that were true, I'd make Scout less of an early bird. He was up at 5 am this morning.”

Alex couldn’t help but laugh, even though he was up around the same time last night. “Yeah, Lena’s got a few teeth coming in so we were up last night with her.”

“How’s everyone at your house doing?” Link said, leaning back on his heels as he looked at Alex with a raised eyebrow. “I heard everyone got the flu but the kids seem better now.”

“Yeah, they’ve been doing good and Helena’s fever broke yesterday afternoon, but Jo was still throwing up as of last night. Though I'm not sure if it's the flu or her morning sickness,” Alex said, as he pulled out his phone, but neither Jo nor Mer had texted. “I asked Meredith to keep an eye on her and as of lunch time she was fine, so.”

“I saw her in the pit this morning and she was fine,” Link reassured him, but Alex wasn't sure he believed him.

Still, he let it slide and just nodded as he pushed Helena and Luna again. He would see her tonight and check on her himself.

If they could, the kids would spend the entire day at the park. Alex and Link let them wear themselves out for a couple of hours before they all headed home. It took a few tries to get the kids to leave, but eventually, they all willingly got into the car and said their goodbyes. As Alex pulled up to the house he could see all the lights on and Jo’s car was in the garage.

“Mama mama,” Helena said, smiling as she pointed to the car.

They all quickly got out of the car as Alex opened the garage door to the house, the kids ran up to Jo who was in the kitchen. Alex smiled when he saw her. To be honest, he was just as excited as the girls were to see her.

“Mama!” They both shouted as they ran into her arms.

“Hello my girls,” Jo crouched down to meet the girls as they ran into her arms, hugging her tightly.

She kissed their heads and held them for a second as she greeted them. Alex patiently waited for his turn until Luna and Helena eventually let go and Jo stood up.

“Hey, I missed you two today.” Alex took a step forward, wrapping his arms around her and placing a hand over her bump.

“We missed you too.” Jo smiled as the baby kicked his hand and she relaxed into his embrace before she pulled back to kiss him.

Her warm lips welcomed him like a hug and everything was alright. Eventually, Luna pulled them apart as she held up one of her drawings from daycare to show to Jo. Helena babbled and pointed at the elaborate train set they had made and Alex told her about the fun they had at the park with Scout. Jo smiled and chatted with them as Alex sat at the counter and checked the food she was cooking.

Jo’s cooking skills had improved to where she had a few recipes she could do on her own successfully, but Alex liked to double-check. She was making pesto grilled chicken cooked with tomatoes and green beans, and there was also some french bread she must have bought on her way home. He quickly stole some of the tomatoes she was chopping up before she noticed. Then he pulled out his phone and texted Meredith for a minute whilst Helena and Luna helped Jo set the table as best they could, given that neither of them could see over the top of the table.

He quickly took over cooking dinner as Jo spent some time with the girls. They went back to the trains Jo eagerly engaged with them, taking the time to love and cuddle with them. The girls pretty much ate the same as they did. Luna would eat anything, while Helena was a little more picky, but if they put enough ranch dressing on it she’d eat it. After he finished cooking the chicken, he set out the plates on the table before grabbing both of the girls’ bibs. Jo moved to put them into the high chairs next to the table.

“What do you think the chances are of the girls throwing all their food all over the floor?” Jo asked as she strapped Helena into the high chair.

“Well I'd say it's about 60/40 considering that it's one of their favorites, but you know how Helena is,” Alex said as he put the plate in front of her and Jo nodded as she sat down as well.

The two of them sat down and started to eat dinner as the girls explored their food. Things went well, but Alex was right, about the chances of food on the floor. Halfway through the meal, Helena flipped her plate over with a laugh. Jo sighed, but Alex couldn't help but chuckle. He gave Helena a bit more chicken and green beans, opting to put it straight on the tray of her high chair. Neither of them bothered to clean it up from the floor, as Reeses eagerly gobbled up every last bite, although they would mop later.

“Good boy,” Alex said, patting his back as he continued to eat up the mess for them.

Sometimes they called him their four-legged vacuum cleaner and with two toddlers running around it made any food messes a lot easier to clean up. Although they still trained him to leave it alone until they gave him permission, Alex couldn't remember the last time he had to bend down to pick up food off the floor.

As they started to clean up from dinner, Alex was happy to see that both of the girls had finished the majority of their plates. Even Jo had cleared her plate and had a small second portion, a change from that morning and a sign that she was feeling better. He took over putting the dishes in the sink while Jo loaded the dishwasher and the girls helped as well. They were almost done when they heard a knock on the door as Reeses started barking.

“That must be Katie,” Jo said as she got up and walked to the door, the girls eagerly following her, and Reeses happily following them. Everybody in the family loved Katie.

“Hey,” Katie said as she came in greeting the girls with hugs and she and Jo talked for a second before they came into the living room.

“Hey Katie, how did that biology test go?” Alex asked the high schooler as he dried off the last pan.

“It went great. I got an 89, which isn't the best but I'll take it,” Katie said with a little laugh. “How have you guys been?”

“We've been good,” Alex replied, putting the pan away.

“Alright, we should get going if we're going to make the ultrasound appointment,” Jo said as she looked at the clock, seeing that it was a quarter to six.

“Okay,” Alex said as Jo ran upstairs and he grabbed his wallet. “Are you good staying till 7:30 pm? We shouldn't be much later.”

“Yeah, no problem. Do you want me to put the girls to bed?” Katie asked as she smiled at Luna who handed her a train car.

“If you want, but if they don't go down just put on a movie,” Alex said with a nod, they wouldn't be out too late.

“Yeah, sounds good,” Katie nodded before looking over at the girls. “What do you two think, should we have a movie night tonight?”

“I watch Bluey!” Luna excitedly said as Katie nodded.

“Yeah we can have a little Bluey marathon tonight, that sounds fun to me,” Katie said with a smile as Luna jumped for joy.

Alex grabbed Jo’s jacket and put on his before he sat on the couch and played trains with the girls for a second. Jo finally came downstairs again, Reeses' following her every step.

“Ready to go?” Jo asked, holding her bump.

“Yep,” Alex said, putting the blocks down before reaching out for Helena and pulling her into a hug before doing the same for Luna. “Bye girls, you two be good for Katie.”

“Bye my sweet girls,” Jo said, hugging Helena and then Luna, giving them each a little snuggle as she kissed their cheeks before putting them back down.

“Buy Katie, thanks for tonight,” Jo said as Alex helped her into her coat.

“Yeah, thanks,” Alex said, giving her a nod before patting Reeses’s belly and giving him a goodbye too.

“Of course, bye you guys. Luna, Helena wave bye-bye to your Mommy and Daddy,” Katie said waving as the girls followed her lead and waved to them before they stepped out into the garage.

Alex smiled as he took Jo's hand, leading her over to her side of the car and opening the door for her like a true gentleman as she shook her head, but giggled. Then he got into the car and backed out of the garage. As he started to drive, he reached over and placed a hand on Jo's bump. She looked over at him with a smile, putting her hand over his and intertwining their fingers. They both felt the baby kick under their hands and Alex couldn't stop smiling. Still, Jo’s smile fell as she stared out the window at the rainy streets and squeezed his hand.

“The baby is just fine, Jo,” Alex reassured her as he took a second to glance over at her.

They both knew that the 20-week scan was more than just a gender reveal. It was the scan where they would see the development of their baby's organs and learn if they had any health issues. Except for their mutual history of family and personal mental health issues they didn’t have any risk for genetic diseases.

“We don't know that for sure Alex, we could have missed something on the ultrasound,” Jo said, giving him a nervous glance as he stopped at a stop light.

“Jo, you give yourself an ultrasound and take a peek at them every day. If anyone is going to notice something, it'd be you. They're going to be fine and we don't have to worry about anything we haven't learned yet,” Alex said, glancing over at her before the light turned green. “Besides, if it is anything, there's no better pair of parents to help them than we are. Our kids’ got a world class pediatrician Daddy and the best OB doctor Mama.”

“I know,” Jo said, and Alex felt her give his hand a squeeze before she took in and then let out a deep breath.

Things lapsed into silence for a few minutes as they arrived at the hospital. Alex pulled into his parking spot and turned off the car, but as he went to get out, Jo reached over and grabbed his hand.

“Would you be disappointed if it wasn't a boy?” Jo whispered as she glanced over at him. It was a conversation they’d had even before they got pregnant again. “And be honest Alex, I know you want a boy.”

Alex just nodded but he smiled. “You're right it would be nice to have a boy but honestly, I love our girls Jo and I'd be just as happy if we have another one.”

“Do you think you could handle three little girls?” Jo asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Yes,” Alex said without hesitation as he smiled, although Alex wanted a boy that he could raise and teach how to be a good man, he loved his daughters more than anything. “I'll be drowning in princess dresses and pink bows, but I’ll love every second of it.”

“Me too,” Jo said with a smile and he knew how she felt.

She loved having their little girls and often dressed up and played tea parties with them. She re-lived every moment of her childhood that she didn't get to experience and shared it with her daughters.

As they got out of the car, Alex raised an eyebrow and looked over at her. “You haven't seen the gender yet, have you?”

“I told you, they weren’t in the best position earlier so I didn't get a chance to see them,” Jo said, quickly dismissing him as she got out of the car.

“Uh hu,” Alex said, giving her a little smile.

He had a sneaking suspicion that she already knew, especially given their conversation in the car. To be honest he was a little disappointed that he wouldn't have a son. He always thought that if he had a boy, he would raise them to be a good man. He’d raise them to be better than he was and not to think with their fists. Yet, the truth was that even if they knew their kid's biological sex, it was no guarantee that they would be what they imagined.

Luna and Helena certainly turned out to be more different from them than he ever thought was possible. He thought for sure Helena would inherit his anger issues, but she seemed to take the calm and gentle approach that Jo had. Whereas Luna somehow inherited both of their stubbornness.

He thought for sure that they would love tea parties and dressing up and they did, but they also love playing in the mud and getting dirty. They loved playing tea parties, dressing up, playing princesses, and watching Disney movies. They also loved creating train sets all over the house and playing with their dinosaurs and construction cars. They each had their own unique personality apart from the ones they inherited from their parents and he was so surprised with everything they did and he knew this baby would be the same.

Soon enough they were sitting in the waiting room. Alex wasn't used to being a patient and he never really liked it. It always made him nervous for some reason and he tapped his foot as he waited. He wasn't sure if the nervousness came from a general dislike of actually being seen by a doctor or rather the fact that he was a doctor. He knew how things could go wrong and what could be wrong with the baby. Alex got that same worry every time they took the girls in for a checkup, even though they were mostly healthy. Luna had a few lasting issues due to her prematurity and early surgeries, she couldn't handle any fizzy drinks and had difficulty burping, but was generally healthy. Still, he preferred to be on the other side of the white coat, taking care of patients rather than being a patient or having his family be a patient.

Jo seemed to share none of his fears or worries as she quickly picked up a magazine and began to read. She even took it back with them as they were led into the ultrasound room by a nurse. The nurse gave them a towel and told Jo to lie down and pull up her shirt and that the ultrasound technician would be in soon. As Jo laid back and pulled up her shirt, Alex handed her the towel before making sure that the gel was warmed up so it wouldn't be cold for her and the baby. Jo tucked the towel into her pants pulling them down a little bit to her pubic bone and revealing her full bump.

“I kind of miss the vaginal ultrasounds,” Alex said, he couldn't help but smirk at the little bit of extra skin he got to see.

“You just want to see me naked,” Jo said with a shake of her head.

“Any chance I can get,” Alex replied with a smile.

“Well if you put the girls to bed, I'll give you a private show tonight.”

“Deal.”

He sat down next to her, taking her hand as she gave it a squeeze. Although she handled doctors' appointments a lot better than him, she still occasionally got nervous, especially when it came to their babies.

Luckily they didn't have to wait long and to their surprise, Carina came into the room. “Hello, you two.”

“Hey Carina, what are you doing here?” Jo asked as she greeted her mentor and friend with a smile.

“Oh, Mrs. Olsen delivered early and didn't need a C-section,” Carina said as she sat down on the stool next to the ultrasound machine.

“That's great, I know how much she was hoping to avoid it,” Jo said with a nod.

“Yes, and that left me with some extra free time so I thought I'd come down to see you and your baby, as I rarely get the chance to do ultrasounds anymore.”

Carina grabbed the now warm gel and squeezed a little bit on Jo's bump before she grabbed the wand. They both watched in anticipation as Carina moved the wand around Jo's belly. She kept the screen turned away from them as she took the initial scans and measurements. Then she smiled and turned the screen towards them, showing them a profile of their baby's head.

Jo gasped as she smiled and Alex grinned from ear to ear. They never got over the excitement that came with seeing their baby on the ultrasound. The simple black and white picture filled his heart with love for his unborn child and instantly put a smile on his face.

“There they are,” Carina smiled, taking a second to glance over at them.

“Look, I can see their lips,” Alex said as he pointed his finger over the screen to the little outline of their baby's pouted lips.

They could see their nose and eyes and the circle of their head and brain. They moved to smack their lips, then moved a hand in front of their face. Carina moved around to see their arms and they counted all ten tiny, but perfect fingers on their hands. Despite their baby's movement they were both still relieved to hear the heartbeat as the magical sound filled the room like music to their ears.

Carina looked over the other organs and Jo's eyes followed along and read the ultrasound better than he did. She kept smiling, which told him that their baby was perfect, just like he was sure they would be. Finally, Carina moved down to their legs as they kicked against the screen. Jo had often complained about them kicking, but she smiled now.

“Alright, let's see,” Carina said as she moved the wand up and over the top of the baby rather than a profile.

Alex kept his eyes focused on the screen, but Jo looked over at him. He spared her a glance before looking back at the screen. He knew she was watching for his reaction. She squeezed his hand and he knew she was preparing him for the disappointment of them not being a boy. As Alex studied the ultrasound himself, he saw the gender of their child.

“It's a girl!” Alex exclaimed, the excitement filled his body and his chest as his smile grew so wide his cheeks hurt as he laughed.

“Is that okay?” Jo asked as he looked over at her to see a tiny nervous smile on her lips and worry in her eyes.

“Are you kidding me, Jo? I'm so happy that we're having another girl!” Alex exclaimed as he leaned forward and kissed her lips, letting the excitement on his lips send sparks through their lips as she kissed him back.

Jo smiled against his lips and Alex pulled back with a laugh as they looked back at the screen to see Carina looking at their baby girl. His excitement was true and real. In this moment, he felt nothing but excitement for their little girl and he couldn't wait to meet them. He loved having his girls. He loved dressing them and the adorable little pink outfits and flowers and bows. He didn't miss out on doing anything that he could do with a boy. He taught them how to stand up for themselves, to play in the mud, and get dirty. He played catch, baseball, and soccer. He taught them how to wrestle and they loved wrestling with their daddy and he would do the same with this little girl.

Sure there was a bit of disappointment, which he allowed himself to feel a little bit later. It was mostly just disappointing that he would never raise a boy into a man and get to make sure that his boy turned into a good man who would treat people and women with respect. However, the excitement that came far outweighed the flicker of disappointment that this child was a girl. He was so excited to have another baby girl.

“Are you ready for another girl?” Carina asked glancing over at them with a smile

“Yes!” Alex said without hesitation as he glanced over at Jo and she smiled just as excited as he was. They were ready for their new little girl.

They switched to a 3D ultrasound and got to see all of her features. They all agreed she looked just like Alex, but he saw Jo in her too. He saw her lips in a pout and her little nose turned up at the end, just like Jo's. Luna looked like Val and while Helena had started out looking like a carbon copy of him, she had slowly turned into a mini Jo. As much as he wanted a little mini version of himself, he hoped this one looked like Jo and was just as wonderful as she was. Carina finished the ultrasound, giving the baby a clean bill of health.

Jo let out a breath and he squeezed her hand and kissed her forehead. They left with thousands of pictures that they proudly showed all of their friends and colleagues that they ran into and stared at them as they walked out to the car. As they drove home they discussed a few names.

“What about Mary?” Alex asked as he pulled out of the parking lot.

“No, it's too short,” Jo said as she looked down at her bump.

“Jo, we have a Luna, Mary has the same number of syllables,” Alex said looking over at her.

Yet Jo ignored him as she rubbed her hand over their baby girl. “We have a Luna and a Helena. It should end with an A.”

“Okay, what about Sara?” Alex offered with a smile, it was one of his favorite names.

“Yeah I like that, Luna, Lena, and Sara,” Jo smiled as she tried out the name, smiling at him.

“It means princess,” Alex said with a smirk, remembering his old nickname for her.

“No,” Jo deadpanned as she looked over at him.

“Just for that?”

“Yes.”

Alex rolled his eyes as he thought of another name. “What about Anna?”

“No, what about Lyra?”

“No, what about Kara?”

“No, what about Rhea?”

“No, what about Lisa?”

“Lisa,” Jo said, trying the name out on her tongue before she smiled. “Maybe, but what about Laura?”

“No, I dated a Laura,” Alex said, remembering his first girlfriend with disdain. “What about Leah?”

“No, Alex, just no.”

They continued to discuss names on the car ride home with the occasional giggle as they glanced over and caught each other's eyes. They were so happy and that happiness bubbled over into little laughs shared between them. Alex once again reached over and rested his hand on Jo's belly as their daughter kicked his hand. He was so giddy at the thought of having another daughter that he smiled the whole way home.

Once they got home Alex came around to open Jo’s door again wrapping his arms around her as they walked inside. As they opened the garage door into the kitchen, they weren't surprised that Reeses was eagerly waiting for them. He did a full body wiggle as he got tangled up in their legs, excitedly greeting them. Alex looked up to see Bluey playing on the TV in the living room. The two of them walked over to the couch to see the girls cuddled up against Katie. Each of them held their stuffy, Helena had her monkey, Molly, and Luna had her elephant, Ellie.

“Hey you two,” Katie greeted them as both of the girls looked away from the TV.

Luna's eyes lit up as she spotted them and sat up on the couch. She reached out to them and Alex picked her up, greeting her with a kiss on her cheek. Helena however immediately burst into tears and Jo quickly swept her up in her arms.

“Oh my sweet girl,” Jo said as she rocked her back and forth before kissing her head. “Are you tired baby?”

“She definitely is, but she thought up pretty hard when I tried to put her down. Still, she was practically falling asleep here next to me,” Katie said as she paused the episode, which was only halfway finished, and stood up from the couch with a stretch. “We played with their train set for a little while and then watched a few episodes. I got them into their pajamas and they each had a bottle of milk. I did some reading with them up in their rooms and I sat with them, but they wouldn't go down. After thirty minutes we came back down. I put on another episode and it's only been playing for a few minutes.”

“Thank you for trying, Katie,” Jo said, giving Katie a smile as she leaned her cheek against Helena’s head and their little girl finally calmed down.

“No problem,” Katie said with a wave of her hand before she smiled. “So what about the new baby, is it a boy or a girl?”

“It's a girl,” Alex said excitedly as he grinned with glee.

“Yay, how exciting!” Katie said with a small squeal.

“Thank you, Katie,” Alex said as she gathered her bag and walked her to the front door.

“Yeah, it was a joy to watch them as always,” Katie said, smiling over at the two girls and giving them a goodbye wave. Alex made sure Katie got to her car alright and then he and Luna waved to her as she drove away.

Jo smiled over at them as she looked between Luna and Helena. “What do you two think about having a little sister?”

“Sissy?” Luna asked, picking up her head and pointing over at Helena.

“Baby sissy,” Alex said as he stepped over to Jo, placing a hand over Jo's bump.

Helena looked down and put a hand at Jo's bump too. “Ba’y sizzy i’ Mama's bellwe.”

“That's right,” Alex said as he nodded and Luna placed a hand on Jo’s bump too. “We have a new baby sister who’s in Mama’s belly.”

The girls smiled as they all shared a little moment holding Jo’s belly as the baby kicked against their hands before Luna pulled back and laid her head on his shoulder. She was clearly tired but fought it. Jo started walking up the stairs with Reeses right behind her and followed them along as the two of them went into the girl's nursery. The curtains were already closed, their starlight night light glittered and their sound machine played. The girls were ready for bed as Alex put Luna down in her little bed.

“Story,” Luna said, getting up and going over to her bookshelf.

“Alright one story,” Alex relented as Luna picked out a book and came back to him crawling into his lap as Jo and Helena came to sit next to them.

He put one arm around Jo, who held Helena in her lap, and the other around Luna as she held the book and Reeses settled over their outstretched legs. Jo helped her hold the book open and turn the pages as Alex read. At first, he started out reading with eccentric voices, but he slowly faded into a monotone voice as the girl's eyes drooped. By the time he was finished, they were practically asleep. Jo looked over at him with a smile. She loved it when he read to her too.

They slowly moved and quietly put each of the girls into their beds. Luna was out like a light. As Alex tucked her in, she clung to her elephant and he made sure Ellie was tucked in next to her.

“Goodnight, Little Moon,” Alex whispered goodnight to him and kissed her forehead before going over to Helena.

She was still awake, blinking up at them through heavy eyes. Both Jo and Alex pulled up the covers as they tucked her into bed. Alex sat near her feet as Jo laid down next to her and started to rub her back.

“Time to go night-night, baby girl,” Jo whispered as she laid her head on Helena's pillow, pretending to close her eyes and fall asleep.

The hand on Helena’s back rubbed up and down before Jo slowly stopped. Alex carefully avoided Helena’s eyes, although he occasionally peeked back at her. It wasn't long before her eyes closed and didn't open again. Alex smiled and waited for a second longer before he knew Helena was finally asleep. He gently reached out and rubbed Jo’s back as her eyes fluttered open. She sat up with a yawn and he pulled her up and out of the nursery as they went over to their room. Reeses opted to stay and they left the door open for him.

Despite her yawn, the second the door closed behind them, Jo grabbed his waist. She put her hand on his cheek like she always did and leaned in to kiss him. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her body into his. They walked back to the bed peeling their clothes off as they walked.

“God I love my pregnancy hormones,” Jo said as she kissed her way down his neck. “I wish I could have this sexual stamina all the time.”

Alex pulled back with a laugh as he kept his lips close to her skin. “I am surprised you let me knock you up again. I remember the way you screamed at me last time you were in labor.”

“Shut up, you deserved every minute of my screaming and I didn't let you do anything. If I recall correctly I was the one who wanted another baby. Unless of course, you don't remember the night we made her,” Jo returned his smile sharing in his excitement as she leaned in to kiss him again.

“Oh, I remember that night very vividly,” Alex said as he kissed her again and ran his hands down her back.

Jo smiled against her lips, he loved how the pregnancy hormones drove her crazy with lust. His knees hit the bed and he fell back as their lips parted. Alex looked up to see Jo crawling on top of him. His hands went to her hips as he pulled her onto him. There was nothing he loved more than the vision of his wife on top of him and he would let her have him any way she wanted.

Afterwards, Alex traced patterns into Jo's bare back. Reeses had wandered back into their room and they had put him to bed in his crate for the night. Now the two of them lie together, slowly falling asleep. She lay on her side cuddled into him. He relaxed as he stared up at the ceiling slowly drifting off. This was his favorite way to end the day, with his wife and his arms and her head on his chest. He felt like he was where he belonged.

“Did you have a good day?” Jo asked, her soft voice filling the silence.

“Yeah, I did,” Alex said with a smile as he thought about the day. “I got to spend time with my girls and have some special time with my wife and I'll get to see this special little girl.”

Alex smiled as he put a hand on Jo’s belly. Their baby lightly kicked in her stomach, but he could tell that she was already asleep like her sisters. Jo moved to look up at him with a soft smile as she placed a hand over his on her belly. Then she leaned up to gently kiss his lips.

“Good,” Jo said with a small smile as she rested her head on his chest again, her eyes finally fluttering close. “Good night, I love you, Alex.”

“Goodnight, I love you too, Jo,” Alex said, gently pressing a kiss to her forehead.

He fell asleep easily, something that often happened on happy nights like this and more so now that he had Jo and the girls. His days were often filled with happiness and it made falling asleep easy, even after long days at work and hard cases.

Before he even opened his eyes, that morning he reached out for Jo. He found her warm body beside him and pulled her up against her chest. Jo hummed partly awake as well and rolled over.

“You're nice and warm,” Jo said as she snuggled into his chest not opening her eyes.

“Umm, the perks of being the one fairest from the window,” Alex murmured, his eyes closing again as he rested his chin on her head and one hand snaked down to hold her baby bump.

She drifted off again and Alex let himself try and sleep as the birds chirped and the morning breeze swirled in through the open window. Just as he was about to fall asleep again he heard the door creak open. Jo groaned as she buried her face in his chest.

“Maybe if we pretend to be sleeping they'll leave us alone?” Alex whispered as he heard the pitter-patter of tiny pajama feet on the floor making their way over to the bed.

“Fingers crossed,” Jo whispered back.

They both kept their eyes closed and their breaths even as Luna and Helena came over to them. For a second things were quiet and he wondered if they had left again, but then he heard one of them grab the sheets and pull them away as the other grabbed his tee-shirt and pulled herself up onto the bed next to him. Alex didn't dare open his eyes as he waited. He felt Helena lean against his back before she put her tiny sticky hand on his forehead.

“Dada, wa'e up,” Helena said at full volume as he felt Luna climb over their legs to try and worm her way between them.

“Shh, Daddy is sleeping,” Alex whispered, still not opening his eyes.

Helena and Luna were clearly not satisfied. Some days they were content to crawl in bed and snuggle with them and fall back asleep, but this was not one of those mornings. Instead, the girls piled on top of them, their little hands and feet stepping over them as Alex protected Jo’s bump. Even worse, Reeses, who had somehow managed to get out of his crate, hopped up on the bed and joined the girls stepping right on Alex's stomach. The girls sat on top of them and wiggled, no doubt pretending that their parents were sleeping horses.

“Dada Mama, wake up!” Lena and Helena insisted as Jo rolled over wrapping her arms around Helena, pulling her in for a hug as she giggled. Alex pulled Luna in and tickled her sides as the wonderful sound of her laughter filled the room.

“Alright, alright, we're awake,” Alex said as Luna hugged him before she pulled back.

“Waw’les!” Luna said, looking between the two of them.

Reeses barked in agreement and Helena nodded as well. Waw’les, waw’les!”

“Alright let’s go make waffles!” Jo said as she got out of bed.

Alex smiled despite knowing he would be doing all the cooking, he didn’t mind. Otherwise, Jo would burn the waffles and set off the smoke alarm. He got up and picked up Luna, but stopped as he smelled the familiar stink of a dirty diaper. He sighed as he pulled open the back of Luna's pajama pants, peeking into her diaper, but thankfully she was clean.

“It's not this one,” Alex said looking over at Jo and Helena as she reluctantly peeked in Helena's diaper.

“It's definitely this one,” Jo said, picking up Helena and holding her out for him as they traded the girls and Luna crawled over to her. “And you promised to change every dirty diaper when she was born.”

“I was hoping you would forget about that after a few months,” Alex sighed and held Helen out in front of him as the stinky smell hit his nose and he turned away.

“Alight Helena, let's go clean your butt?” Alex said as he got out of bed and carried Helena back to the nursery and so with a dirty diaper, Alex Karev’s day began again, but at least Jo made him bacon along with the waffles later.

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I’m officially back. In the past few months, my health has improved tremendously thanks to the new medications I've been taking and I've gotten a new full-time position as a Pre-K teacher. So while I'm back to being busy, I still try and make time for my writing and have several projects I’m looking forward to sharing with you all!

Also, a little tidbit is that Alex’s diaper backpack for Helena is the diaper bag I had when I nannied with little ones. Now as a daycare teacher I‘m back to changing diapers. As much as I loved the snuggles, I don’t miss changing diapers.

#jo wilson #alex karev #grey's anatomy #jolex #luna wilson #jo karev #otp: home and heart #helena karev #carina deluca #scout shepherd lincoln #atticus lincoln #fluff #grey's anatomy fanfic #my work #my writing #my fanfiction

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pirefyrelight · 2 months

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Rant about work today below cut

so today was fun (<- lying so hard you can see the sarcasm) I first came in to work at 2 because that's my usual shift and I just didn't check the schedule beyond whether I work or not a few days ago. Turns out I was supposed to be in at 4 to close and the way the sous chef informed me of this kinda soured my mood right out the gate. He didn't call me an idiot for not checking my schedule outright, but I could hear it in his voice.

Whatever, I'll brush it off. There's a coffeeshop with good breakfast sandwiches like two blocks away I'll hang out there for a few hours.

Well turns out they close at 3 in the winter and I didn't know they weren't open until 4. So even though I left immediately and the employee was nice and polite about it, I felt like the asshole customer who was trying to stay after closing. So just another bad emotion to throw in the mix.

So I headed back and sat in the back hallway of work on my phone off the clock since sous was already mad I was here early (for some reason- it's a busy week it's not like I'd be standing around and if I'm already here anyway who gives a shit)

And of course being at work and trying to relax is not compatible. People are talking and coworkers I don't vibe with are hanging out and getting on my nerves for just existing so I put both earbuds in to drown it all out as I scroll tumblr and that mostly works until-

I get the distinct impression that the last thing that was said was to me. I look up and it's the head chef looking at me. I take my music out and ask him to say again. He tells me "you know you can clock in and get to work right"

It was still like 15 minutes to 4. I was planning on clocking in 5 minutes to. Because the aforementioned sous being mad at me for being early. I didn't feel like explaining that and I already don't like chef and didnt want him to think i was arguing so I just agreed that yes I can get to work and did. It still grated on me and getting contradictory orders that make me feel like I can never do anything right is pretty high on my pet peeve list so even though I pushed it down it really set me off inside.

So you know. Before the apron's on I'm pissed.

Did I mention I was off work yesterday? I was off work yesterday. You know what having a day off work does to my station, my lovely neat and organized station that I do everything in my power to keep that way so I can survive my fucking job?

It makes it look like a hurricanes been through there.

If bottles aren't greasy or missing, door handles are sticky, dessert cooler is packed with mess that should be in the offline cooler, plate stacks are missing, and of course I should note we are running both a featured salad and dessert that I would consider me not having space for therefore making an extra layer of clutter I can't actually get rid of.

Oh did I mention we technically open at 3? I have to deal with tickets as I organize all this shit, and mentally I can't look at the probably poorly marked preplist before counters and line coolers have some semblance of organisation.

Theres an adage the previous chef would say, "messy station messy mind," and he was so right.

If only there was a solution. If only I had more time to get set up and get certain sauces and dressings at room temp where they can actually come out the bottle. If only there was some magical way to preserve my sanity and actually get my job done smoothly. But I guess some things are just meant to stay in the realm of impossibility.

And of course because I wasn't working yesterday and the opening was chaos, I didn't notice we were already on the backups that were panned up for beets and arugula for the featured salad. Everything is prepped, but I need it brought to station.

I tell my second as she's pulling the empty pan, "hey can you get four more of these flat bottomed [6th] pans and both types of beets please?" I even pointed at the pan. I meant for her to bring them up and I actually pan them up so I can make sure they're labeled and filled to the top and the backups are wrapped properly and everything but she takes awhile to do that (and she's not the kind to talk to every single person on her way to and back from the cooler like another second on my station) so she's probably panning them on prepline and that's fine, ok?

I didn't Specifically say to bring empty pans up to let me do it, and she's trying to do her job I'm not mad ok. As long as it gets done. Despite what the rest of this post tells you I am not so much of a control freak I cannot recognize that.

Heres the thing. She didn't pan up backups. She did one pan of each type of beet, and one was in a round bottom pan. (This matters slightly in the fact that 1. Flat bottoms hold more volume and 2. They're more stable standing upright on flat surfaces, like on a makeshift cooler made out of a hotel pan over ice that I don't know is entirely health code complient but that's not important here)

Point is it wouldn't Really matter if I didn't specifically tell her to get flat pans and I know there's flat pans back there. It also wouldn't Really matter if I didn't tell her to get 4. What did she think the other two were for? I asked here where the backups were and she was confused so I explained I wanted two of each, and she went to get those.

Do more at one time and you have to do it less often. I don't know how this is so hard to explain or understand. If there were backups already in the line cooler this wouldn't be any issue at all but here we are.

So I finished my wave of tickets and got the arugula myself. Did I mention the distant whistling the whole time? There was distant whistling throughout this entire encounter. Do I need to explain why that didn't help anything at all?

And then there's the servers who just expect me to be able to read their minds instead of what they actually type onto the tickets. "Birthday" ≠ "birthday plate" (birthday desserts get discounted, and some anniversary or birthday people get a big plate denoting the celebration written in chocolate at the top. Idk if this special treatment costs extra or what) and you would think one of the servers that have been working here longer than I have would know that by now.

I want it to be noted that mistakes are understandable but still, having to replate something in the middle of a rush because of a server's mistake has never improved my mood even once. Did the time you save by not typing those 5 letters surpass the time taken by me redoing it for you?

Im so tired. I know I'm bossy and controlling, but I do make a very conscious effort to understand that each thing here isn't something to be mad about. Everyone makes mistakes, and my standards for organization are matched by very few people. I do try so very hard to let all non essential things go, but holy fucking shit it adds up so quickly.

But you know what? There's upside at the end of all this.

I get to go immediately to bed and do it all again tomorrow.

#pire.txt #Venting about work tag #I tried to make it coherent #I very specifically checked my schedule and I'm in at 2 and not closing for the next two days #And I was the one to mark the preplist today for tomorrow so I know it was done right #god I'm so tired physically and emotionally #Remember when I was the only one trained for that station?#I was soloing a two person station all summer and I was tired but it was being done right?#Yeah #Fuck I need out #I think I need to try and get screened again for mental issues #There's no way this is just the autism not with how big the emotional response is #Either that or get back into therapy. Or both.#I get a major discount for behavioral health it's definitely easier now than when my parents tried sending me to one after my diagnosis #And the only major identifiable problems were I couldn't do my homework to save my life and also the other kids hated me #There's definitely more specifics to talk about and explore now.#I just need to fucking get on that horse I guess #I'm not doing shit now tho I need to go to bed

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frostedfaves · 3 years

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Dark Paradise

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Pairing: dark!WandaNat x fem!reader

Summary: You meet the infamous Avengers on spring break with your best friend Peter, and two of them seem to adore you more than expected. Requested here by my lovely 🐞anon.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY!!! dark themes, manipulation, mind control, blackmailing, age gap (reader is 21), dubcon (saying this just to be safe because Wanda uses her powers for evil a lot here), smut: oral, fingering, penetration/sex toy use, voyeurism (kinda), edging, overstimulation (if I forgot something please let me know!)

A/N: hi this is 6k words, which is the longest single fic I’ve ever written/posted here haha. also the end is not technically the end, if you know what I mean. anyway this took forever to write so enjoy this super far from canon fic and please tell me what you thought!! (also if you’re on my taglist and you weren’t tagged it’s because your age wasn’t in your bio)

“Here, let me take that for you,” Peter offers when he notices you headed toward the car, and you hand your suitcase to him with a smile.

“Thanks, P.”

You close the car door behind you after getting in on the passenger side, instantly reaching for his phone resting on the dashboard once you were buckled in. The two of you had an unspoken rule that you controlled the music whenever you traveled together, so his library was filled with various playlists you’d created simply because you didn’t trust him not to listen to the same five songs for the rest of his life.

“This is different,” Peter comments as he gets in on the driver’s side and catches the opening notes to an upbeat song. “I thought you were going to go with something calmer to help you sleep, like you usually do.”

“Well, I’m not usually going to meet the Avengers, so I’m too nervous to sleep.” You turn to pout at him as he drives off. “Is it too late to cancel?”

“Don’t even think about it. If I show up without you, everyone will think you’re imaginary.”

“Do they think you can’t make any friends outside of Ned?” you question as you open a bottle of water. “Because they’re not wrong.”

“I can make friends!” Peter whines and a quiet snorting sound escapes you.

“You can’t use me as an example.”

“Why not?”

“Because we’re not actually friends.”

He picks up on your teasing nature and rolls his eyes, causing you to laugh as you lean back and settle into your seat more. You had well over three hours to stress about spending a week with the world’s most popular superheroes, and you’d rather be comfortable while you do so.

“Wake up, we’re here!”

Your eyes fly open at the sound of Peter’s voice, and any of the nerves that left long enough to let you sleep made a U-turn and hit you again, full force. Sitting up straight in the seat, you practice breathing properly while stretching and taking a look around as he pulls into the garage.

“Are you okay?” Peter asks once he parks, placing a hand over yours as he meets your gaze and you smile.

“I’ll be fine, P. I’m not gonna miss out on hanging out with you just because your super family is super intimidating.”

“Good. Besides, it won’t even be that bad! I’m willing to bet $1 million that they’ll love you.”

“I appreciate your optimism,” you tell him as the two of you get out of the car. “But you’re going to regret that bet when I use your money to retire early in some faraway rural town.”

Peter carried both suitcases as you made your way to an elevator, and you jumped when you suddenly heard a male voice.

“Welcome, Mr. Parker and Ms. L/N.”

“What is that?” you questioned as you faced Peter with wide eyes and he chuckled.

“You’re hearing Jarvis, Mr. Stark’s AI. Hey Jarvis, can you take us to the common room, please?”

“Right away, Mr. Parker.”

“This is so cool,” you comment as you look around the suddenly moving elevator. “How does it know my name?”

“Knowing everything is kind of its job, I guess.”

“Underoos!” a voice calls as soon as the doors open, quickly revealing itself to belong to Tony Stark as his gaze lands on you next. “So she is real.”

“I told you!” Peter defends as you step off the elevator together. “Mr. Stark, this is Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you, kid,” Tony greets you with a shake of your hand. “I’m glad he found you. I was starting to worry that he’d build a robot to spend the rest of his life with.”

“I’m just his best friend, so it’s still possible.”

“Is this your friend, Peter?” Steve cuts off Peter’s response as he enters the room, moving to shake your hand next. “I’m Steve. Nice to meet you.”

“Okay, I’m going to show her to our rooms and then we’ll be back for dinner,” Peter tells everyone once you’d been introduced to Pepper, Bruce and Clint as well, and you’re about to head for the elevator again when someone interrupts.

“How about we take her down to her room instead?”

Your eyes widen as you watch none other than Natasha Romanoff and Wanda Maximoff enter the room hand in hand. Natasha’s hair seemed much longer than the last time she’d been in the public eye, but her all-knowing smirk was just the same and her green eyes were even more piercing in person. You noticed a bit of red glowing in Wanda’s eyes, which faded as she probably realized you’d seen, and you couldn’t help but wonder if that meant she hated you already.

“I know what you’re up to, Red.” Tony seemed accusatory as he pointed a finger at the pair. “You can’t bribe her into helping you cheat tonight.”

“Maybe I planned on giving her tips for surviving this testosterone filled tower.”

Natasha steps forward and grabs your hand with her free one, and with a flick of her wrist, Wanda has your suitcase floating in front of you as they lead you into the elevator.

“Sorry to whisk you away like that,” Wanda apologizes as the doors close with her head tilted to see you past Natasha. “We’re just excited to meet a new woman here.”

“No, it’s okay!” you insist breathlessly, your nerves slowly returning as Natasha lightly squeezes your hand. “I’m actually really excited to meet the two of you.”

“You know who we are?”

“Well, I wouldn’t say that I know you personally, but I know that you’re one of the original team members.” You make eye contact briefly with Natasha before turning to Wanda. “And because the news stations somehow get ahold of everything, I know you joined after you helped everyone stop Ultron before he could create that indestructible body and destroy the world.”

“Yes, that’s true. Although I wish I could’ve saved my brother, too.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you lost him...or that you even had a brother.”

“It’s okay,” Wanda assures you with a smile as she lets go of Natasha, shifting to the other side of the elevator to grab your free hand. “I asked Fury to keep Pietro a secret because I didn’t want to see or hear any negative opinions from people that never even met him.”

“And we have plenty of time to get to know each other,” Natasha chimes in as the doors open to reveal a new setting. “This is our floor. We set up a spare bedroom here so we can spend time together away from the boys...when you’re not with Peter, of course.”

“Yeah, that’d be great!”

They lead you past their living room and kitchen, and you shamelessly admire the simple decor with little personal touches spread about. Turning into a hallway, Natasha walks ahead of you and Wanda to open a door to a bedroom.

“What do you think?” she asks with a smile that widens upon seeing your expression. “I’m guessing it’s good, then.”

“It’s perfect!” you cry out as you walk past to enter the room, immediately noticing the eggshell colored walls trimmed with your favorite color along the borders. “Wow, this is four times the size of a normal bedroom. Wait a minute.”

“Do you like it?” Wanda asks when she sees you pick up the glass figurine on the nightstand. “Peter mentioned your love of this animal and I have a whole collection of them from different places.”

“Like it? I love it! I have the same one in my dorm room!”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I can get you a different one.” She steps forward as she brings your suitcase to the floor beside the bed and you hug the small object close to your chest.

“Like I said, it’s perfect,” you assure her with a grin, which brings one to her own face.

“Well, I’m glad you’re happy with the set up. When you’re ready to head up to dinner, we’ll be waiting by the elevator. Also, if you ever need anything, our room is right across the hall.”

Natasha points to the closed door a few feet away, and you acknowledge her statement with a nod before they leave the room, closing your door nearly all the way behind them. You flop down on the bed with a dreamy sigh as you gaze up at the ceiling with a night sky painted on it.

“I don’t think I’ll ever want to leave this place.”

On the elevator ride up to join everyone for dinner, Natasha and Wanda take turns asking you questions about your classes and any friends you’d made, what you liked to do when you weren’t studying. You had to admit that the level of interest they had with you was shocking but flattering, especially when they insisted you sit between them at the table to continue your conversation.

“You don’t seem to be nervous anymore,” Peter acknowledges as you sit down, and Wanda faces you immediately.

“Were you nervous about meeting us?”

“Well, yeah,” you answer timidly, avoiding catching anyone’s curious glances by directing a glare toward Peter. “You might be normal people in here, but to the rest of the world, you’re portrayed as powerful and untouchable beings.”

“Maybe when they’re not talking about how much damage we’ve caused,” Bruce mumbles under his breath as the elevator doors opened again.

“I’m here, I’m here!” a voice calls as footsteps hurry toward the dining area, and Sam Wilson is revealed as he rounds the corner. “Sorry, I’m late. I was--”

“On a date, we know. You only told us that 500 times.”

“Don’t be jealous, old man. You’re married.” Sam grins at Clint as he sits next to him before his attention turns to you. “Do we have a newbie?”

“No, Mr. Wilson. This is my best friend, Y/N.”

“Call me Sam, kid.” He smiles at you as he goes for his silverware, and you’re just about to acknowledge him when his expression suddenly turns serious. “I’m sorry. You’re not a kid. You’re an independent and capable adult, and I should address you as such.”

“What the hell was that?”

“I don’t know.” Sam clears his throat and shakes his head as if he was clearing his mind. “I just suddenly felt the need to correct myself…You have any powers we should know about, Y/N?”

“No!” you quickly respond with widened eyes. “I wasn’t going to say anything, actually. I’m pretty used to older people calling me kid by now.”

From your left side, Natasha asks Clint to recall an embarrassing tale for you and the table livens up again, but you can’t seem to move past the unsettling way Sam shifted gears from calm and casual to uptight and disciplined. The image stayed with you through the rest of dinner even after he seemed to fully recover, until dishes were cleared away and replaced with games, and you suddenly had a lot more to focus on.

“I just don’t think it’s fair that he gets to be on your team again when I haven’t had him once.”

“Is anything fair with the guy who could use his personalized AI to cheat for him?”

“Could I do that? Yes. But have I done that? Maybe.”

“Wanna grab some fresh air with us?” Natasha suddenly asks you, causing you to frown.

“Aren’t we about to play another game?”

“It’ll take them another half hour before they finally decide something,” Wanda assures you as her fingers thread through yours gently. “We have plenty of time, and they won’t even notice we’re gone.”

They lead you by the hand to the elevator once more, going up a few floors before leading you out onto a balcony. Because you were so much higher than most of the surrounding buildings, there was an incredible view of the sun that was probably minutes away from disappearing to the other side of the world. The air is chillier than when you’d arrived, but you had to admit that standing in the cool breeze is worth a few goosebumps on your skin. Your hands are released as you reach a bench near the ledge, and you climb over it to sit as the other two women settle on either side of you.

“Why did Peter decide to share his secret with you?”

“Technically he didn’t,” you recall with a laugh. “He’d gone out to deal with something that activated his spider sense or whatever and I came to his dorm room to sleep after an exam because I was too tired to walk all the way to my place. Anyway, I walk in at the same time he’s coming back in through the window, and I swear we both sat there for a full two minutes before either of us could think of anything to say.”

“It’s still very nice of you to keep such a big secret for him,” Natasha praises, and your laughter quiets down as you take in her words.

“I guess I just know what it feels like to not want your life to change drastically because of one thing.” Your gaze shifts between the women for a moment. “That reminds me, I wanted to ask--”

“Wait, look at this!” Wanda quickly cuts you off with an enthusiastic grin. “You’re about to witness one of my favorite things about living here.”

She directs you to lean over and look at the streets as the sun finally disappears over the horizon, and you can’t help the small gasp that escapes you. Street lights begin turning on at what seems to be the center of the city and quickly spreading, increasing the radius of well-lit neighborhoods by the second. It was a mesmerizing sight that--until every lamp was on--nearly made you forget the question you were building toward.

“That was so cool!” you express honestly before clearing your throat awkwardly. “So I wanted to ask if the two of you were dating...or in a relationship or whatever. I mean, I don’t want to assume anything of course, just wondering because you share a room and floor, and you seem to be really into holding hands.”

“Well, I’d never really been into holding hands or a lot of other forms of affection before I met Wanda, but she seemed to flip some switch inside of me.” Natasha admitted with a bashful chuckle as she glanced at Wanda before turning to study you. “And your hands are so perfect to hold.”

“To answer your question, we are together.” Wanda rests a hand on your thigh and casts a sweet smile in your direction when you face her again. “Natasha was the first to give me a chance after everything with Ultron, and initially I thought I was just feeling grateful to receive some type of positive attention from someone other than Pietro. It wasn’t until Tash called me out on staring at her lips that I realized I wanted more than friendship.”

“The only reason I did was to confirm she was feeling the same things I’d finally come to terms with myself.” Natasha chuckles as Wanda sends over a bit of red mist to squeeze her own thigh. “What about you, love?”

“What about me?”

“Do you think you’re feeling more than friendship for Peter?”

“Oh no,” you quickly denied with a chuckle. “He’s the perfect example of a great boyfriend, but not my boyfriend. Plus I’d rather not have the same experience as MJ did.”

“What do you mean?”

“You know, the ‘close friends to a relationship that ends with each person pretending the other doesn’t exist’ experience. I’d rather not.”

“Yeah, that does sound messy,” Natasha sighs as she subtly rests her hand on your other thigh. “So you’re not looking for a great boyfriend. What are you looking for then?”

“Nothing really, at least until I finish school, but having a girlfriend would be nice. I’d like to be with someone that respects me and can take care of themselves when I’m not around, because I tried the ‘caring for someone’ thing and it sucks when they don’t put in the same effort that you do.”

“Maybe you should try someone older, more mature,” Natasha suggests as she shifts to squeeze your knee lightly, and you start to feel a bit nervous about where she’s going with this. “Maybe two people that already have their shit together and would go to the ends of the earth to please you.”

“Okay, um…” You push both of their hands away with a bit of difficulty. “You both seem great and you’re incredibly attractive, but I’m not really interested.”

“Don’t worry about it, detka.” Natasha pushes your shoulder down as you try to get up, and Wanda cups your cheek with her hand.

“You may not be interested now…” She stands with Natasha and leans in to kiss your forehead, letting her lips linger on your skin as she continues. “But you will be.”

She pulls away and winks before lacing her fingers through Natasha’s as they leave the balcony, and you gasp in air as the tension they’d built seems to exit behind them. You finally decide to head back once you’ve taken a few minutes to catch your breath and calm your shaking limbs, but you wonder how long the calm will truly last.

You found yourself waking up suddenly and practically flying into a sitting position as if someone had pulled you up, but luckily the room is empty. You sit for a moment to catch your breath and survey your surroundings to assure you’re truly alone, and you notice your door is cracked right before you hear an unidentifiable sound.

“Fuck.”

Despite every fiber of your being screaming at you as one would do to a character in a horror film, you decide to climb out of bed to investigate what you were hearing, justifying your actions with the excuse of seeing if your floor-mates were in danger, as if you could save them. A few seconds after opening your door fully and peeking out made you realize that they were more than okay.

“Fuck! Right there, please don’t stop.”

“Such a dirty mouth, malyshka.”

You’re quick to return the door to its cracked position, leaning against the nearby wall with wide eyes as you attempt to process the image across the hall. The bedroom door sits wide open, giving you the chance to examine every inch of bare skin of the two women spread across the bed, Wanda resting on her arched back with her hands in Natasha’s red hair buried between her legs. Her moans seem to raise in volume, pitch and frequency as she’s brought closer and closer to the edge, and you ignore the warm feeling in your lower abdomen as you hurry back to bed and throw a pillow over your exposed ear.

“Good morning.”

Your free hand quickly shoots upward to catch your water glass as it slipped through your fingers in your moment of shock, and you try not to make a deal of hearing two sets of footsteps headed toward the kitchen.

“How’d you sleep last night? I know how scary it can be to rest your eyes in a new place.”

“I think I did pretty well,” you answer quietly as you step away from the fridge and lean against a section of the counter that faces out into the rest of the room. “The bed’s really nice.”

“You’re lying,” Wanda accuses as she crosses the room, eyes turning red and hands lifting toward your face.

“What are you--”

“Couldn’t sleep because of us, right?” She chuckles when you go limp under her touch, and Natasha ducks between the two of you to save your glass for the second time. “Did you enjoy hearing us that much?”

“You did sound really good,” you tell her with a drowsy smile as she pins you against the counter to keep you from falling.

“I bet you wish you were in my place, don’t you?” Her tone is light and teasing at first, becoming a bit stern as she shifts to push her thigh between your legs and you instantly roll your hips against the pressure. “Or maybe you want to taste me while Natasha fucks you?”

“No.”

“No?!” she fires back immediately, leaving a red mist around your temples as she grabs your waist with both hands to keep you grinding against her. “You mean you don’t want to cum right now?”

“Well, now that you mention it…”

A breathy moan escapes you as your eyes flutter closed, and if your head wasn’t being forcefully held in place, it would’ve tipped backward. You feel what must be Natasha’s fingertips grazing along your jaw and tracing a line down the side of your neck and toward your shoulder, repeating the gentle motion as goosebumps appeared all over the exposed skin.

“Is everyone decent?”

The fog behind your eyes seems to clear in seconds, and you blink in confusion when you open your eyes to see Natasha and Wanda making coffee nearby. You try to recall even coming into the kitchen, but everything from the moment you stepped into the bathroom to get ready is a blur, so you shake your head and reach for your glass of water on the counter as Natasha responds.

“Come in, Peter.”

“Morning, everyone,” Peter greets cheerfully as he enters the kitchen, his grin falling when his eyes land on you. “Are you okay?”

You open your mouth with the full intention of telling him that you are not okay, not when you were missing at least an hour of memory, and bits of last night were slipping away from you too. But before you could speak, a cold feeling seems to pass through the back of your skull to slip into your brain, and a switch flips.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” you respond with a chuckle. “You worry too much, spiderling.”

“The world’s a stressful place,” he grumbles when you playfully ruffle his hair. “Anyway, are you ready to go soon?”

“Where are you headed?” Natasha quickly asks with a frown. “Y/N hasn’t even had breakfast yet.”

“We’re meeting Aunt May, so we’ll eat with her.”

“I just have to grab my bag,” you explain before heading down the hall to your temporary room, feeling the chilly sensation leaving you as you get further away from the kitchen, and it thankfully doesn’t return when you head back. “Ready.”

“Have fun!” Natasha calls as Peter heads for the elevator again, quickly grabbing your wrist once he’s out of sight. “See you tonight, printsessa.”

Her hand quickly shifts to grip the back of your neck as she leans in to kiss your cheek, and the two women are wearing sweet smiles as you turn away from them to catch up with Peter, attempting to shake the shell-shocked expression from your features.

“You sure you’re good?”

“I’m fine,” you insist as the doors close, in hopes that you really would be fine.

Meeting Peter’s aunt was much more of a pleasant experience than you expected, and it was obvious she adored you by the way she spoke to you, although part of you felt she was just happy Peter had more people around to love him. Your day was cut a bit short when MJ unexpectedly approached Peter, requesting to talk to him, and Aunt May offered to drive you back to the tower so you both could escape that awkward mess of a conversation.

“It was so great to meet you today,” you tell her with a grin as you take off your seatbelt.

“Likewise, honey. You have my number so just call me if you ever need anything, okay?”

She pulls you into a hug over the middle console and you thank her again for the ride as you get out of the car, trying not to seem too nervous when you notice Natasha and Wanda standing in the lobby. Your plan was to walk past them without speaking, but you should’ve known that wouldn’t work.

“Why was she hugging you?” Natasha asks coldly as you enter the building and you sigh.

“She was just saying goodbye--wait. Why am I explaining myself to you?”

You keep walking until they’re no longer in your peripheral, stopping abruptly as a red mist surrounds your legs, and your eye-rolling is cut short when Wanda appears in front of you and grabs your chin harshly.

“If Tash asks you a question, you answer.”

“Without attitude,” Natasha adds, which makes you want to roll your eyes again.

“Sorry, I didn’t get the rules handbook when I arrived. Can I go now?”

“You know what?” Wanda cuts off Natasha’s angry response with a smirk. “You can go.”

The red mist surrounding you disappeared, and despite the suspicious feeling that washed over you, you continued on toward the elevator with your head held high. You refused to let them get to you.

It was subtle at first. A slight tingling between your legs that you couldn’t seem to get rid of. In the very beginning, you were worried that something was wrong until you realized where the feeling was coming from when it turned into slow circles around your clit as you caught up with Peter in his room. By dinner, there was the added sensation of fingers curling inside you at a steady pace, and you hoped no one would notice your hips slightly bucking under the table as you attempted to repeatedly chase a release that never came.

A movie follows dinner today, and you make sure to cover yourself with a large blanket because you were still being edged and you couldn’t stop moving at this point. You even try to slide your hand into your sweatpants to finish the job yourself, and your jaw clenches in anger every time your fingers lock up because you know who’s responsible.

“Okay, you win!” you announce as you walk into the kitchen on Natasha and Wanda’s private floor, not missing the look shared between the two women. “I’m sorry I was rude earlier. Can you please just stop teasing me?”

“How about we help you finish instead?”

You should decline. You should just say ‘no’ because letting them finish you off tonight will turn into an attachment that you know you don’t want, nor are you ready for. Inviting them in will be equivalent to selling your soul, and you’re not sure you want to put a price on it. But the ache below your stomach is persistent, and if they won’t let you touch yourself, someone has to do it.

“Fine.”

“Don’t be so grumpy about it,” Wanda teases as she grabs your hand and starts leading you toward their bedroom. “I promise you won’t regret it.”

She pushes you back onto the surprisingly large bed as soon as you’re close enough, instructing you to take off your shirt and bra while she watches. Once your top half is completely exposed, she leans forward to run her hands from your shoulders down toward your nipples, circling them with her thumbs until they harden.

“I don’t like being teased.”

“Oh, you don’t?” she asks in a mocking tone as she reaches for the band of your sweatpants and pulls them down, placing her palm over the wet spot in your panties. “Then what’s this?”

“Please,” you beg through a quiet moan, bucking your hips again when she presses her thumb against your clit through the fabric. “Please just fuck me already.”

“Patience, detka.”

You watch with wide eyes as Natasha and Wanda both strip away their own sweatpants, revealing the toys tied to their legs. Natasha goes to untie hers while Wanda uses her powers to rip away your ruined panties in one fluid motion.

“There she is.”

Natasha puts her hand on Wanda’s back and forces her to bend over, and you bite your lip as her eyes flutter closed and mouth falls open while Natasha thrusts into her. You’re just about to grab Wanda’s hand to lead her where you want, when her eyes open suddenly with a glowing red surrounding her pupils, and your wrists are bound together over your head by an invisible force.

“Did you forget who’s in charge here?”

“Don’t get too cocky, malyshka,” Natasha reminds her as she grabs a fistful of her hair and slams into her, causing Wanda to moan and giggle at the same time.

“My apologies, Tash.”

You couldn’t help your sigh of relief as Wanda finally slid two fingers inside of you, her thrusts deepening each time as Natasha fucked her toward you with her hands on her hips. The sounds coming from your mouth and between your legs were embarrassingly loud, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care as she brought you closer and closer to the edge, until a loud whine escaped you as she removed her fingers and delivered a slap to your glistening folds.

“Tell me who this belongs to,” she orders through her own moans, holding you down when you begin grinding into her hand. “I’m gonna cum regardless of what you do, so you’d better answer. Be a good girl like I know you can.”

“Yours!” you cry out finally, sighing when Natasha leans into your line of sight with a brow raised. “It’s yours and Natasha’s.”

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

She slips back into you without warning, and your back arches off the bed as she finally brings you to orgasm. She continues to thrust into you as you whine and squirm away, luckily slowing down and finally stopping as Natasha makes her cum a minute later, leaving the strap inside of her as they both catch their breath. Wanda pulls out of you and sits up to lean against her, holding her hand up between them as they both clean your cum off her fingers with their tongues, and you sit there clenching around nothing as you watch.

“You seem tired,” Natasha comments as her eyes land on you again.

“Too bad we’re not done.”

Wanda flips you onto your stomach with a quick motion of her fingers, using her hands to pull you by the waist until you’re on your knees at the edge of the bed, and she holds one side of your waist as she delivers a slap to your ass this time. Her touch lingers as she pulls away to free her own strap, and you nearly fall over when you feel the tip of the toy rub against your clit.

“Wait, let me fuck her this time.”

You hear their soft laughter as they switch places, sharing a kiss in the process, and you gasp when a hand wraps around your neck and pulls you up against Natasha’s chest.

“I like having you this close to me, printsessa,” she whispers in your ear, chuckling when you melt against her as she pushes the tip of her strap into you. “How many times do you think I can get you to cum?”

Her grip on your throat is loose as she allows you to adjust to the size, tightening suddenly when she slams into you once, twice, until every thrust is at a rough pace that you wouldn’t be able to handle if she wasn’t holding you against her by the waist. You feel that same tingling circling your clit again, occasionally traveling upward to tease your nipples as well, and it wasn’t long before you were releasing a strangled scream as you climaxed.

Natasha eventually stops thrusting into you as your legs shake, and you breathe out another sigh of relief when she allows you to fall onto the mattress. However, the relief is short-lived when you realize that she only paused to let Wanda push into her from behind, and it wasn’t long before the two of them found a rhythm that was pleasing them and ruining you.

Your wrists are freed as Natasha pulls out of you some minutes later, and you collapse onto one side of the bed with your body aching a bit from a third orgasm, your eyes only halfway open as you watch the pair. They remove the straps from their waists and set them aside, and you become a bit more alert when you notice Natasha grab what seems to be a double-ended dildo.

“No more. I can’t,” you mumble tiredly as your wrists are bound by Wanda’s power again.

“One more, and you can,” she tells you as she flops onto the bed beside you, and that red mist surrounds her fingers again as she guides you onto your knees to hover above her face. “You wanted to cum, so you don’t get to run from this.”

Her hands grab your waist and pull you closer, and you release a shuddering moan as her tongue runs past your hole and over your clit, teasing it a few times with the tip of her tongue before diving in to wrap her lips around it. She alternates between sucking your clit and slipping inside you as Natasha climbs on the bed behind you to position herself with the new toy.

“Fuck,” Wanda attempts to say once Natasha begins thrusting, and you fall forward as the vibration of her moans become too much, whining when Natasha slides her hands over your breasts and pulls you back up again.

“Take it all like a good girl.”

She keeps pulling until your head drops against her, and she moans against your neck while she kisses and sucks on your skin, bouncing faster on Wanda who groans loudly in response as she attempts to match each thrust. The hums of her voice has you grinding against her tongue, and you yelp when Natasha bites down just as Wanda brings you over the edge. She keeps going despite your protests, managing to get you to cum once more before they finally do.

You lie there with your bones feeling like jelly as you’re covered with a blanket minutes after everyone’s bathroom trip, too tired to even fight for sleeping in your own bed as Natasha and Wanda slide in on either side of you.

“You did so well tonight, detka,” Wanda praises as she strokes your cheek with a loving stare. “I can tell you’ll be a great addition to our relationship. I knew it from the moment I saw you.”

“I’m not doing this again,” you insist as the smile fades from her expression. “I’m not getting in a relationship with two women that don’t take ‘no’ for an answer, and I’d prefer sleeping in my own bed.”

“You’re already in a relationship with us, printsessa,” Natasha growls as she shoves you back down when you try to get up, and you push her hand away.

“There’s nothing you can say that’ll make me want to be with you.”

“It’s not about what you want to do. It’s about what you have to do.” She grabs your phone from the nightstand, and you’re somehow not even surprised when she unlocks it on the first try. “Because it’d be a shame if someone was to tell Peter about all the nudes you have of him.”

You snatch the phone from her grip, eyes widening as you scroll through your camera roll, finding naked pictures of Peter scattered throughout it. You check the date on the oldest one and began to feel nauseous when you saw it was taken not even a month after the two of you met.

“Don’t think you’ll be deleting those either, because we can replace them and make things worse.” Her smile was falsely sweet and troubling as she grabbed your chin to force you to make eye contact. “We’ve gone this long without having you, and we’ll do whatever it takes not to lose you.”

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Practicum

Pairing: Shigaraki Tomura x Fem!Reader

Warnings: SMUT/18+ only, unbalanced/unhealthy relationships, student/teacher sex, tw.dubcon, tw.sub/dom dynamics, brat taming, fingering, masturbation, a table is pretty roughed up in this, so pls hold a brief moment of silence for it

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“So, you just want me to read from the book?”

“Yes.”

“And...answer questions?”

“That’s what I said,” Shigaraki smirks, already reaching toward his bookshelf, tugging the heavy Intro to Biology text out and shifting it into his large hands.

You bite at your lip again and pass your gaze from his amused expression to the bland cover of the textbook, debating your next move, trying to walk yourself through all the ups and downs. It’s too simple; too easy. It’s not like him. He’s got something else in mind, why else would he fucking look like that? It’s not a bad look. No, it’s a look that makes your stomach flip and head spin.

“Stop being so suspicious,” Shigaraki scolds, drawing your wandering attention back to him. “I don’t bite, that is, unless you want me to.”

Notes: the title was selected because it’s got the word cum in it. ahhh, the things that crack me up. anyhow.

this is part of the BNHA Degeneracy server’s 9 to 5 collaboration! i had a ton of fun participating in this and thank you guys for making this so freaking awesome! special shoutout & thanks to @albinoburrito & @kugutsuu for their beta edits! this was a departure from what i usually write about and i appreciate all of your notes and help!

Practicum prac·ti·cum /ˈpraktəkəm/ noun a practical section of a course of study

It’s your senior year, they said. Live a little, they advised. Stop and take a breather, you’re practically home free! Take some easier classes. Focus on what’s in front of you, it’ll be over before you know it! On and on and on.

Spring semester is almost here. You’ve applied for graduation, the cap and gown ordered, and you have a shiny class ring sitting on your pinky. It’s in the bag. Just breeze through four more classes and you’re out. Well, it would be an easy shot, if you hadn’t put off this one class.

It always popped up, so it’s not like you could plead ignorance. Your advisor warned you, each quarterly meeting, that you needed to get it out of the way. Take it seriously, he cautioned, clacking out his notes, typing down that you’d failed to heed his sage advice, again. If you wait too long, you’re not going to get the professor that you want.

That was the other problem. You’re a procrastination superstar. If there was some kinda award for putting off assignments, you’d have won it ten times over. You liked the heart pounding race to the deadline, the sleepy boasts that you’d tackled the project within hours of its due date.

It’s a stupid habit. Every semester you promise yourself that you’ll do better. You won’t wait, you’ll tackle things one assignment at a time and turn them before the hard cut off at 11:59 pm. Who the fuck did you think you were kidding? Certainly not your friends, or your advisor. He could read you like a book. Hell, he’d even sent warnings.

‘Don’t forget about the deadline for senior registration!’

‘You don’t want to be on a waitlist. You especially don’t want to take one of the harder professors. These are freshman level classes, they’re designed to flunk undergrads. Don’t forget (Y/N), chew them up and spit them out tactics are employed.’

But you had. You’d set an alarm on your phone, then neglected to give it a title, so you’d only chuckled and smacked the chirping into silence that morning, snoozing the all important deadline away.

Fuck.

Most of the classes for biology are wait-listed. No, scratch that, all the classes for Intro to Genetic Biology are wait-listed. You opt into the waitlist for all of them, just in case, and a week later your phone alerts you that one has an open seat. Actually, it has several open seats, too many open seats to be natural. However, you’re not going to look a gift horse in the mouth, so for now, you’re enrolled in BIO 1208: Principles of Cell and Organismal Physiology - For Non-Science majors.

Perfect.

Yeah, no. You’d looked up the professor, since the whole open seat thing was still giving you the heebie-jeebies, and your heart dropped. You’ve heard of him, most of the student body has. His classes are notoriously small. Not because the university limited them, or planned for smaller class sizes. No, his classes are tiny because he is infamous for failing students.

Most, when they realize they’re scheduled for his bio classes, frantically drop, taking the withdrawal and praying for better luck next semester. Others, brave souls who think they can come out unscathed, attempt to grit their teeth and push through. But, by midterms, they’re war torn and haggard, shaking their heads and praying for a ‘C’, at best. Fewer still, pass.

This pedagogy isn’t a sign of good teaching; quite the opposite, in fact. You don’t want your student body failing. Yet, year after year, Professor Tomura Shigaraki keeps teaching the same Intro to Bio class. It boggles the mind, but you’ve never had to worry about it. Well, until now.

When you’d received the notification that you’re enrolled in the B section and spied the name Shigaraki under the professor listing, you’d scarfed down your suddenly flavorless lunch and dashed up the steps to the student advising hall, praying there was some way you could wiggle your way out of this growing disaster.

“I’m pretty sure I told you to take it earlier and to take it in the fall when there are more freshman level classes available. I swear I said that to you. And, AND, I even sent you emails, several times if my sent inbox is to be believed, to NOT forget when senior registration ends.”

Your advisor is peeved. You don’t blame him. He’s right, this is your fault, but there’s gotta be some kinda loophole. Something, fuck, anything, that can pull you from this mess.

“I know, I know! I’m so sorry. You’re right. But, I mean, can’t I just hold off for another week? See if the waitlist clears?”

The man that you’ve known for four years, that’s seen you progress from freshman to senior, steeples his long fingers and purses his lips, likely debating on a tactful scolding, or a firm rebuttal. He takes a deep breath and you can’t help but sink into the soft cushioning of the chair, your nose wrinkled and brow furrowed, mentally preparing yourself for the worst.

“Do you know how many students we require to take BIO 1208?”

“No,” you gulp, nibbling on your lower lip nervously.

“Over 7,000. Do you want to hear the statistics that would need to shake out in your favor for you to miraculously avoid taking this specific class? Nothing is going to open for you, it is this class, or no class.”

You sigh, and your advisor nods, pushing his horn-rimmed glasses up his nose. “Well then, I suggest you brush up on your study skills. Find a classmate that you can compare notes with, join a study group, go to the student union and ask for a tutor. I would hate to see you back here for the summer semester. You’re scheduled to walk the stage this spring and you’ve worked hard for this, so don’t fuck it up, okay?”

You’ve attended this university for four years, but the first day of term always gives you the jitters. It doesn’t matter that you know your way around, or that you know ten professors by name, and bump into several friends on the way to your next building, you’re always buried in your phone, checking and double checking the next class’ room number.

Despite all that caution, you’re lost.

In your defense, it’s your first time stepping foot in the Graduate & Research building and the whole concrete block is a fucking maze. There must be a basement because the numbers don’t match up with the floors and they seem to jumble further every time you round a corner. Like what the hell? How can this next room be GR 3.03.05 when this is clearly only the second floor and GR 2.03.11 was right down that other hallway?

Exasperated, you lean against the nearest wall and tug your phone out again. Shit. Class started ten minutes ago.

Part of you wants to call it a day, end the search here and try again on Wednesday. Maybe take a few extra minutes to scout out the building next time and have some idea of where you’re going before the start of class.

Ugh, why is this so stressful?

It’s the first day of classes. Surely Professor Shigaraki won’t mind if you’re a few minutes late; besides, if you’re lost, others must be too.

You tuck your phone back into your pocket and resume the hunt. Two hallway turns later, you find your mark.

Your hand pauses beside the heavy wood, and you take a steadying breath. Again, why are you so nervous? Just go in and take a seat, it’s easy, stop freaking out over nothing.

The door groans open, hinges protesting the sharp push, and you stumble into a darkened room. The low glow of the projector doesn’t help your blurry vision. Ah, shit, it’s one of those older rooms, so it’s built like a bad movie theater. Oh well, better get to a seat before he spots you.

Swiftly, you make your way toward the raised steps of the aisle and the second row of chairs, plopping into the first one you reach that’s empty. You’re too busy fiddling with the zipper of your backpack to notice that the speaker has stopped his rasping preamble, but as you pull your laptop out the ominous weight of that heavy silence hits you and you toss a hooded stare toward the front of the lecture hall.

Immediately, your eyes land on the professor’s and you feel a low shiver shake up your spine.

He’s watching you.

The gleam of the overhead projector makes his red eyes flash, and he openly scowls at your gaping expression, his lips curling into a dark sneer.

“Well, thank you for joining us, Miss…?”

He’s waiting for your response and you squeak out your last name, mindlessly rubbing your moistening palms against your thin skirt.

“Ah, Ms. (L/N). Now that you’ve graced the class with your belated presence, may I continue?”

“Uh,” you gasp out, your mouth dry, tongue sticking to your teeth, “I’m sorry. I got–”

“I didn’t ask for an explanation, or in your case, an excuse. Or are you now attempting to disrupt this class purposefully?”

“Wha– I-I’m–” your words stumble to a halt, voice failing under the intense glare that he’s giving you. “No,” you finish lamely, ducking your head, nails digging into your sweaty palms.

“Thank you. Do me a favor, stay after class.” His voice is gravel, threatening and low. You don’t like the edge in his tone. It makes your skin prickle and your knees knock. He sounds like the kind of guy that you don’t want to run into in a dark alleyway, or a classroom, for that matter. Even so, it’s not your fault, and despite your feelings of unease, you can’t tamp down your need to protest his unreasonableness.

“But, professor, I didn’t mean to–”

“If I need to repeat my insistence for silence, I’ll make things easier on both of us and fail you now.”

Stunned and fuming, you bite your tongue and lean back into your chair, crossing your arms and blinking back mounting tears of frustration. Great, just great. It’s the first fucking day of class and it looks like you’re already on his shit list. And for what? For being late on fucking syllabus day! What an ass.

You look over at him as you defiantly finish setting up your computer, hoping each pull of a zipper or screen reboot will grate under his stuck up skin. He’s not inordinately tall, or old. In fact, he looks like he might only be in early 30s. He has long white hair that’s pulled back into a low ponytail and, from what you can make out in the dim lighting, some kinda skin condition on his forehead. That, or he’s prematurely wrinkled, and let’s be honest, if he’s gone through life with that big of a stick up his ass, he deserves each and every pull on that mottled skin of his.

You linger in your seat when class is over, lips pulled into a thin line and legs crossed. Finally, when the last student has left the room, professor Shigaraki flips a switch beside his elevated podium, filling the lecture hall with a sharp, fluorescent light. He pauses by his raised computer system and clicks off the overhead projector, blanketing the massive room in an uncomfortable silence.

“Since you missed the part of class where I go over the syllabus, I’ll give you a brief rundown. Under no circumstances will I tolerate tardiness. If you do it once more I’ll mark you absent and three absences knock you down a full letter grade.”

Glumly, you cross your arms and peer up at him, finally able to get a good look at his face. Your first observation was correct. His skin is sharper around his forehead, but his wavy white hair does a pretty decent job of covering up the imperfections. He has two scars: one nicks across his right eye and the other splits down his rough lips, parting the skin and granting him an even more foreboding appearance than his already gruff demeanor does. He’s dressed in a dark pair of jeans and he’s wearing a low slung v neck shirt. It’s a brilliant red and it brings out that otherworldly glint of his red eyes. Shit, you think bitterly, while he’s not conventionally handsome, he’s not exactly hard on the eyes either.

You shake your head against these unproductive musings and curtly snap out a clipped, ok.

“What was that?” Shigaraki scoffs, tilting his head at your sullen figure. “Speak up.”

“I said,” you bristle, eyes narrowing and chin lifting, “Okay, I apologize for interrupting your lecture, it won’t happen again. But, in my defense, if I’m allowed to do that in this class, I’ve never been in this building before, and it’s not like–”

“You’re a senior, right?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“Then you’ve had four years to figure out the layout of this university. The excuse of ‘being lost,’ isn’t an option for you. You know the buildings and you’re fully capable of turning up early to sort out the rooms.”

You let out a long sigh and look away, mumbling vague protests. This guy is ridiculous. You’re not a science major and it’s not your job to know the ins and outs of each building. How fucking stupid. Who does he think he–

“Speak up. I won’t ask you again.”

You bite your lip and look back at him but he’s moved in that distracted moment, silently stepping down from his raised platform and is now leaning over the first row of chairs, looming over you. You can’t help your sudden flinch as you sink further into your chair, away from him.

“If you’re gonna complain, Ms. (L/N), I’d much rather hear it. Don’t you think It’s rude for you to mutter under your breath about me? You don’t see me doing that to you.”

“Fine,” you blurt out, turning away from his insistent, and all too close, gaze. “I was saying that I’m not a science major. I get that I’m a senior, but you can’t seriously expect me to know every nook and cranny of this campus.”

“No, but I can ask for you to be a little more thoughtful. I put time and effort into my lessons and I won’t have you undermining them by bouncing in here with those legs and that flouncy little skirt.”

You’re about to counter his little haughty speech on politeness when you finally process that final comment he’d breathed out. Flabbergasted, you raise your head back to his, but he’s already moving away, snatching up his shoulder bag and waving you a curt goodbye as he presses open the squeaky door. “Next class is at 10 am sharp, so be on time Ms. (L/N).”

You’re still slumped in your seat when the door glides shut again, your eyes wide and jaw no doubt comically unhinged.

Wait. Did…did he really just say that?

Obviously, for the next class, you’re early. You’re so early that you’re the first one in the lecture hall. You select a seat toward the back and fiddle with your computer, checking your messages, adjusting your brightness, replying to old emails, anything to keep your head down and attention occupied.

The door opens and, despite your best efforts, your head flies up, expectant and tense, ready to meet those red eyes of his head on, to show him you’re here and he better… oh. It’s not him. It’s two chattering freshmen. One of them gives you a quick smile, but they both quickly take their seats, a few rows over, and continue their soft conversation, leaving you to fall back onto your earlier distraction tactics. You twiddle with your phone and shoot off a few texts, change your wallpaper, accidentally close an app you meant to leave open, and then the lecture hall door reopens.

He steps in slowly, completely ignoring you and the other scattered students, opting to sort out a few papers and set up his login on the school computer. The minutes tick by and you can’t seem to jerk your eyes away from him, suddenly fascinated by his languid movements. He looks more relaxed than he did on Monday, looser and fluid, completely in his element. True to his word, at ten am on the dot he begins class.

Professor Shigaraki has an interesting voice. It’s low, calculated, bordering on a rasp. It’s one of those tones that makes you want to lean forward and listen up, even though he’s only discussing cellular biology. Which isn’t exactly the sexiest topic for that shockingly dulcet timbre of his.

Wait. Sexy?

Your pen falters against your notebook, and your eyes drift up to his frame. He’s switched the lights off again and the shine of the overhead projector is the only illumination in the hall. His white hair gleams in the dim lighting and his long hands animatedly illustrate his points, elegant fingers opening and closing, gesticulating about the intricate nature of the human genome. You’re so focused on watching his movements that your elbow partner has to push the slip of paper onto your collapsible desktop. You blink at the sheet, your pen nearly clattering from your hand, and you twist to peer at the unfamiliar student beside you.

“It’s the attendance sheet and, um, I think you’re the last one,” they whisper, careful to lean away after they finish their explanation, not wanting to draw professor Shigaraki’s ire. You maneuver the paper under your pen and scribble down your name, biting your lip and silently berating yourself for your poor selection in seating. Great, now you’ll have to take the paper down to him after class. What if he talks with you again? Shit.

At 11:25, class ends. You collect your things and plod down the steps, the attendance sheet clutched between your fingers. He’s just snapping the projector light off when you reach his podium.

“I, uhh, have the attendance. You want me to just leave it here, or…”

“I’ll take it,” his hand is extended toward you and those red eyes are fixed on you now. It’s not the same disgruntled stare he’d given you on Monday. No, this look is a little more curious. Again, you’re taken aback by your reaction to him. He’s not even saying anything, just patiently waiting for you to deposit the sheet into his open palm, but there’s something about him that’s making your heart race.

Maybe it’s those eyes of his.

They are an unusual color and they have a strange intensity to them. Right as they narrow, the vermillion shining under the sharp lights; you press the paper to him and he pulls it from you, studying the names that are listed.

You want to say something. Maybe toss him a quick, friendly, goodbye. Or apologize for the other day? Ugh. What can you even say? ‘Gosh, so glad I was on time today! All that fascinating information about the genetic code! So glad to be here!’ No, that sounds stupid and a little patronizing. Besides, why do you want to talk with him at all? He’s an ass, remember?

“Did you need something?”

His question snaps you out of your stupor and you numbly shake your head at him, already lowering your gaze, but his exhaled chuckle makes you pause, your fingers curling around your backpack straps.

“I know I upset you the other day, but I appreciate you taking the effort to correct your mistake.”

“Oh,” you breathe, your eyes finding their way back to his. “Yeah, well, like you said, I’m a senior. Gotta take responsibility for myself someday.”

“Ah,” he smirks, that long scar on his lip quirking upward. “Seems like you’ve got some determination after all. You might be more interesting than I gave you credit for.”

“God,” you scoff, popping out a hip and crossing your arms at the bemused leer on his face. “Just come right out and say you think I’m a bad student, why don’t you?”

“Don’t worry,” he amends, tucking the attendance sheet into his shoulder bag and snapping the clasps closed. “There’s plenty of time for you to end up right back at square one with me.”

He’s already halfway out the door by the time you right yourself from the shock of his last comment and you follow him, a string of low curses falling from your lips.

The spring semester always flies by, and before you realize it, a full month has bled away. You’ve kept that same seat in Shigaraki’s class and at the end of each session you head down to his little platform, attendance sheet outstretched. Each day of class has a different ebb and flow. Sometimes he chats with you and it’s gotten easier to talk with him, both of your eyes holding and lingering, lips raised into calculating smiles. Sometimes it almost feels like he’s flirting with you. Other days he only spares you a curt nod, his white hair curtaining his expression from your curious gaze. You’re not bothered by these silences, not when you’ve got your secret weapon.

The days that you like best, the ones that you plan, sorting through your closet until you’ve found the perfect choice, are the days when you wear one of your skirts. You’d even gone on some skirt shopping sprees as of late. On those days he doesn’t just make some sort of fleeting eye contact with you, no, on those days he stares.

At first, you’d tested out your theory, staggering your outfits, careful to not screw up your suspicions with a hasty miscalculation, but as they say, the third time’s the charm. How did he expect you not to notice? He never bothers to hide those sharp ogles and recently you’ve made a point of dramatically gathering your things when you wear these cute little ensembles, bopping down the steps so his eyes have to work to follow the line of your hips and the long paths of your bare legs. One rainy afternoon you’d worn over the knee stockings, that came to an abrupt halt over the plush skin of your upper thigh, under your mini skirt and he’d practically leapt over the podium to grab the sheet from you, his eyes hooded and dark, almost wild.

“Test, on Friday,” he warns, eyes finally rising to meet your bemused expression. “Don’t stay out too late tonight.”

“What makes you say that?” you ask, brushing at a rogue fold in your skirt, luring him back to your legs.

He scoffs at you, that jagged scar arching into a smirk. “Humph. You’re dressed up. Most of the students just wear the sweats, or pjs, and call it a day.”

“I like to put a little effort in all that I do,” you retort, grinning up at his vermillion stare.

“Yes, so I’ve noticed. You certainly look the part…and you’re keeping up with the workload of this course.”

“Ahhh,” you crow, clapping your hands excitedly. “Are you saying I might get an ‘A’ in this class? Be the first time someone’s done that in a while, from what I’ve heard around campus.”

Shigaraki sneers and tuts out an inaudible reply, leaning a little closer to you, making you inadvertently fall back a step. “Don’t push your luck.”

“Awe,” you pout, crossing your arms over your chest. “I’m doing ok on all the quizzes and the classwork.”

“So far,” he taunts, his pearlescent hair falling over his broad shoulder.

“Tch. Don’t be like that. I’ve been studying.”

“Sometimes it takes more than that.”

“Oh?” you smile, raising your chin. “What else should I be doing, professor?”

“We’ll know that after Friday, won’t we?”

God.

You’d felt so confident when you’d turned in your test and that stupid, horrible, sexy little quirk of his lip scar that he sends you, when you’d handed him your papers, carries you on some strange, half aroused cloud all weekend. Maybe, just maybe, this class won’t be so bad after all.

The tests are handed back the following Friday, passed from row to row so everyone can fish out their papers and marked Scantrons. Yours, since you still occupy that final seat on the back row, is the last. Biting back a grin, you flip it over, so ready to see that A, that grade that you worked so fucking hard for, that… wait.

The gross flash of red across the top of your paper leaves you reeling, your breath catching against the back of your throat. It’s not a terrible grade, well, it wouldn’t be, but there are only three tests in this class, so it’s going to plummet you down to a B. One more fuck up will leave you with a C, or worse, an automatic failing grade.

No. No, no, no, no.

You can’t afford a bad grade, you honestly can’t even let yourself slip to a B. Your fucking cap and gown have just come in and with them that cord that you can wear around your neck at graduation. The one that marks you as honors cum laude. Fuck. You’re already pulling one B, in one of your other classes, because you’ve been focusing so much time and effort on this one. Another B will strip that cord from you, leaving you barren, with a less than ideal GPA.

God fucking damn it.

You glare up at Shigaraki, who’s busy taking the rest of the class through a review of genetic mutations, but you can’t hear him anymore, too incensed, too overwhelmed to even care about what he’s saying. The test crumples under your fingertips, the paper shaking in your hands, and you seethe, your teeth biting your lower lip to pieces.

It’s not fair. You’d paid attention. You’ve taken all the notes. Read all the chapters. Drilled and studied till your eyes had drooped, heavy with exhaustion. You’ve done it all right. Plus, he’d been so fucking flirty, so open with you. You’ve never chatted with a professor this way, never gone out of your way to wear clothes they like, that make them watch you, their eyes hungry pinpricks as you walk to them, mindful of the luscious sway of your hips.

No. Fuck him. Fuck this class.

Before your elbow classmate can leave, you ask for them to hand in the attendance sheet. You barely hear their response, too busy slamming your laptop into your backpack. As you storm past the podium, you can feel his eyes on you. The distant sensation of his gaze makes your flesh prickle, but you ignore your involuntary reaction and shove your way out the door.

“(Y/N), you can’t switch classes this late. It’s almost midterms. Besides, I don’t think anything has opened up and if you’re going to drop it, you’ve gotta get the signature of the professor,” your advisor tells you, blinking at your stony expression over his thick glasses. “I don’t get it. Why do you want to drop it? Your grades are alright and it’s just one test. You can always try–”

“Gimme the paperwork.”

Shigaraki’s office is on the top floor of the research building, tucked away down another winding and weaving hallway that once again requires your careful inspection to navigate. When you finally hit the right set of doors, you slowly make your way forward, counting the numbers up as you pass. His door is wide open, a yawning cavern that’s filled with the distant light of a lamp. You brush a hand down your skirt, smoothing away any wrinkles and steadying your nerves.

You’d tossed on the skirt this morning, before you’d gotten the grade, and you hadn’t thought to go home and change, too consumed by that simmering rage bubbling within you. And now, like this fucking class, this skirt felt like a mistake, something stupid and vapid that you wished you had time to change out of. He’d told you he liked your attire, liked that you put effort into your outfits. At the time, you’d been so thrilled and excited that he’d complimented you, but now you wish you were confronting him in baggy jeans or lazy sweats, anything that would turn that avid gaze of his away from you.

Lost in thought, you waver beside his open door, nibbling on your lips and tugging at your clothes. It’s now or never. No point in putting it off. What’s the worst that can happen? What can he do now? Or, a darker side of you whispers, what do you want him to do to you? What? That’s a stupid thought, you scold yourself, lifting a hand to the wall and rapping against the beige paint, announcing your presence.

When the sound fades away, swallowed up by the empty and darkened hallway, you poke your head around the corner, searching for him. His head is tilted quizzically, and he blinks twice when he spots you, that all too familiar smirk lifting his lips.

“Ah, Ms. (L/N), what can I do for you?”

His voice is softer than usual and your name sounds like honey, his tone resting on the syllables and consonants for a beat, almost as if he’s savoring their lift, their sound. You can’t help but swallow heavily at his appraisal. Suddenly this may be a terrible idea.

Ugh. Get a grip (Y/N).

“I-I need you to sign this withdrawal paperwork,” you finally reply, digging in your bag and tugging out the thin leaflet, holding it out to him. He’s silent after your demand, meditatively threading his fingers and peering up at you, his red eyes bright.

“Step inside and shut the door behind you,” he instructs, his gaze never falling from yours. Despite the simplicity of his request, you can’t help but bristle at his imperious tone. Why does he always have to sound like that? Like he’s seconds away from taking control of the situation, or of you? He’s always one stupid step ahead, and no doubt he’s going to try and talk you down. Or, he’ll sign it and say that he always knew you were a screw up, someone who only did things halfway, who could never match up to his lofty expectations. Humph, the sooner you’re outta here and out of his class, the better. So, you obey, closing the door and petulantly flopping into the unsteady chair that sits in front of his low desk.

He maintains that uneasy quiet, his red eyes whisking over your disgruntled face, waiting, watching. Unable to take this strange standoff, you push the university paperwork toward him, sliding it as close as you dare to his bent elbows. “I would like to withdraw from your class,” you repeat, lips setting into a thin line.

“Why?” he asks, cocking his head so his loose white hair falls a little further down his rough brow.

“Something came up.”

“Hmm, I can try to work with a new schedule, if it’s your job, or home life,” he counters, eyes narrowing as he sharpens his observations of your brittle expression.

“It’s not that,” you smart, crossing your arms. Great, he’s going to make this difficult.

“Then I suggest you tell me what’s on your mind,” Shigaraki replies, mirroring your movements and leaning back in his chair.

“I don’t think this class is working out for me.”

He exhales a soft laugh at your lie, and you watch that tiny mole at the edge of his chin lift in his quiet mirth. “This is a freshman level course and you’re a senior. You’re in my class because it’s likely the last pre-rec that you need to take before you graduate.”

“Um, yeah. But–”

“And now, you’re wanting to drop it because of one poor grade.”

You grind your teeth and fix him with a stark glower. “I–”

“There will be two other tests. If you read your syllabus, you’d know this.”

“I read the syllabus. Your tests are worth a stupid amount of points and it only takes one of them to tank my grade.”

“Frankly, you did better than most of the class. You only need to work on practical application. I said that the written portion would be a major component of the exam. I also provided you with a review and a rubric. So I’m not sure–”

“Your grade drops me to a ‘B’, and that ‘B’ pulls me from the honors list. And… well… I thought that…”

“Oh? What did you think?” he presses, his voice suddenly dropping to that lower octave it had drifted into when he said your last name.

“I thought I’d get a better grade,” you spit out, turning your head and biting at your lip again.

“Why?” he counters simply. His obtuseness is making your blood boil.

“What do you mean, why?” It takes all of your will to not slip a ‘jackass’ into that question.

“It’s not a hard thing to answer. I graded you fairly and according to my rubric. Why exactly do you feel you merit a different grade than the one you earned?”

You fall into a frustrated silence. You can hear your heart pounding against your ribs and you want to scream at him, to leap over his desk and shake him until his teeth fucking rattle. Your shoulders are rising and lowering disjointedly and his vermillion eyes are honed in on your face, shifting over your pinched expression with a distant interest. You can feel tears pricking at your eyes and you hastily rub a fist over them, brushing away any rogue drops of moisture.

“How can you ask me that? You think I didn’t notice you staring at my legs? Or that you always had something to say to me when I was wearing a skirt? What was I supposed to think, huh? I fucking thought shit like that was gonna help, ok? God, I’m so stupid. I can’t… fuck.”

Shigaraki arches forward when you finish, a deep sigh leaching through his parted lips. His teeth snap together when you look up at him, your eyes gaining back some of that earlier defiance, and he gives you a quick grin, clearly pleased by your shift in attitude and pushes your paper aside, fixing you with a dark look. “Here’s a thought, since you feel you’re so different, I’ll make you a deal. I’ll give you a chance to make up the score.”

“I don’t care about the score anymore. I wanna drop your class,” you snap, but it’s a halfhearted barb. Something has changed in his demeanor. He’s dropped the concerned professor act and is leaning so close you can hear his steady intakes of air. He’s only a few inches away; if you want, you could touch him.

“I doubt you want to attend a class in the summer. Besides, they won’t let you walk if you haven’t finished your freshman level courses. And you can’t tell me you don’t want to graduate, to earn that cord that lets you into the honor cum laude. So stop pouting and hear me out. I think you’ll like what I have in mind.”

“I don’t think I’ll ever like anything about you,” your voice is sharper than you mean it to be, but the challenge makes Shigaraki smile. As it crosses his cracked lips, it pulls that scar up and it makes those eyes of his glow. He looks like the cat that’s got the cream and you’re not sure how to respond, so you cross your legs and wait for him to make the next move.

“You sure about that? Well, I’ll have to change your tune then, won’t I? But that can wait, lemme tell you what my requirements are. I’ve got a copy of the textbook in here. I’ll have you review some of the major concepts, you’ll read the passages aloud so I’m sure you’re on the right track, you’ll hand the book back to me, and then I’ll verbally quiz you over the material. If you answer them correctly, I’ll bump you to an ‘A’ on your test.”

You have to actively work to keep your mouth closed. “So, you just want me to read from the book?”

“Yes.”

“And… answer questions?”

“That’s what I said,” Shigaraki smirks, already reaching toward his bookshelf, tugging the heavy Intro to Biology text out and shifting it into his large hands.

“Stop being so suspicious,” Shigaraki scolds, drawing your wandering attention back to him. “I don’t bite, that is, unless you want me to.”

Your eyes boggle and you have to clench your thighs tighter, your stomach churning, you feel light-headed and you can feel your core fluttering with your sudden arousal. “Wh-what did you just say?”

“Stop gaping at me like that, you’ll make me blush. Now come on.”

Your jaw snaps closed and you shake your head, trying to clear your mind from your whirling emotions. He takes this reaction as a surrender and stands, stepping toward a marred table that rests a little ways away from his desk. He licks his thumb pad and flips through a few pages before finally settling on an appealing section. Once he places it on the table, he twists back to you and crooks a finger your way. “Come here,” he orders, his voice deep and languid. Obediently, you rise on unsteady feet, hands tugging at the length of your skirt, careful to keep it pressed down as you walk toward him.

He makes space for you to stand in front of the book and shifts back, one hand resting on the table, propping him close to your bent figure. You look up at him, but he only nods his head toward the table, a wicked smile curling the corners of his lips. Blink a few times but finally, the words clear and you can see the block of text that’s in front of you. It’s passages on DNA encodes and RNA proteins, hefty stuff, things that you had to make flash cards for. This isn’t going to be easy. If anything, he’s picked some of the harder concepts, the ones that take steady knowledge in the foundations. Flustered, you look back to him, but he’s moved. He’s leaning against the wide window beside the table, a dark mark against the glass.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, a laugh bubbling in his tone.

“There’s no way…” you stammer, shaking your head at him.

“Want me to throw a curve in?”

“I should ask what kinda curve, but knowing you, it’s likely gonna be something terrible.”

“I wouldn’t say that,” he rumbles, stepping away from the window and leaning close to your stiff form. “It just takes an open mind and some enthusiasm on your part.”

“Enthusiasm?” you question, trying your best to withstand his closeness. You can feel the heat radiating off of his broad shoulder and if you tilt a little nearer, you could graze against him, or feel his breath on your skin.

“You’re right,” he amends, his forearm contacting your side. You startle at the touch, a gasp falling from your lips, but you don’t pull away and you can’t stop staring up at him, your eyes wide. “Obedience is a better word. From here on out, whatever I tell you to do, I expect you to obey it, although it’s not exactly, ah, school approved.”

“You want me to suck you off or something?” you sneer, hoping to stumble him off his guard, even if it’s only for an instant. Too bad he’s always one step ahead.

“Don’t be vulgar. Think outside of the box, (Y/N). Do you think I’m going to go for something so short sighted when I could have you bending to my will? Obeying every little demand that I make? I’d much rather see if that skin of yours tastes as good as it looks, then simply have you on your knees. No, I want you to fucking scream for me while I stuff you full of my cock. But first, you need to put in some work. You should know that by now.”

Oxygen is suddenly very hard to come by and you can feel your mind hazing over as you stammer up at him, your mind flitting from word to word disjointedly. Shigaraki grants you a wolfish grin, and he dips his lips beside your ear, whispering over those tiny hairs that rest against your tender skin. “I’ll make this part easy. Nod and I’ll give you the first set of instructions.”

What did he say? Nod? What happens when you nod? Fuck, why are you letting him do this? Is your grade really worth it? Are you that desperate that… that…

Shigaraki is whispering other promises over you as you war with yourself, speaking his words gently, slowly, his breath hot as it fans over your neck. It’s like you’ve fallen under some kinda spell and before you realize it, your traitorous head is bobbing up and down, letting him know you want him to keep going.

“Perfect,” he sighs, his lips grazing over the shell of your ear, jerking a shiver from you. “Now, lean forward and put your hands against the table.”

You do as he says, but he’s not satisfied with your positioning, his fingers wrapping around your wrists and yanking you forward, jutting your ass out and pressing your chest down, maneuvering you until your nose is right above the pages of the textbook. “There we go,” he rasps, pulling away so he can admire your splayed form. “Hmm, your legs are too close together. Spread them.” Knees trembling, you obey, gasping when he runs a palm against the curve of your thighs.

“You’ve got such nice legs (Y/N), so let’s put them on display, shall we?” His fingers search against the top of your skirt and they still when he reaches his prize: the zipper. When he pulls it down, you let out a sharp squeak of protestation but he silences you with a swift pinch to your side.

“Now, now, don’t be like that. You nodded, remember? Besides, you could have left when I told you I’d give you a curve but you couldn’t help yourself could you? You want me to keep going and to do that, I need you to take this skirt off. No, don’t move. I’ll get rid of it for you. Why don’t you focus on the task at hand, hmm? Aren’t you supposed to be reading for me?”

You arch away from his fingers and he chuckles at your impudence, one large hand hooking under your chin and pulling you toward his face. His red eyes blaze as they find yours, the dark pupils threatening to swallow up that deep vermillion. “Let’s start with the second paragraph. If you do well, I might grant you a reprieve.”

Jerking your face from his grip, you twist back to the text, trying, and failing, to ignore his inquisitive fingers, unable to resist sighing as he works one up your inner thigh. He pauses when no words fall from your lips and you grumble out a few low curses before acquiescing to his silent demand.

“The flow of genetic information in cells from DNA to mRNA to protein is described by the Central Dogma, which states that genes specify the sequence of mRNAs, which specify the sequence of proteins. The decoding of one molecule… the… the… molecule… by spec-specific…”

He’s slipped your skirt down over the swell of your ass, but he’s taking his time, flexing out the front of the material and dipping his fingers over the bump of your lower stomach, kneading into the delicate flesh that’s stretched out for him. You can’t help the twitch of your spine and you involuntarily wiggle, palms slipping forward, dragging you further along the tabletop. Shigaraki chuckles above you, running his rough lips over the back of your neck.

“You’re so sensitive. I’ve barely touched you.”

He circles his hands back to your skirt and edges it along, lowering it sharply on one side and then giving the same treatment to the other. You’re doing your best to keep up with your stammering readings, but it’s difficult when he keeps sighing and running his long nails across your newly bared skin. Finally, he works the skirt down and it thumps against your bare ankles; the fabric tickling your skin.

Meanwhile, his other fingers skitter against the elastic band of your rapidly dampening panties. Once he hooks the lace under his hand, he yanks them along your legs, trailing them sinfully slowly, ensuring that they glide down the billow of your thighs. His teeth nip at your ear when you stumble to a halt in your recitation and your hands tense over the grains of wood beneath them, your nails pinching into your palms. “If you stop, I stop,” he warns, his head bumping against yours, his sharp nose pressing against your pulse.

“You’re not exactly making this easy,” you grumble, doing your best to ignore his renewed pets and strokes.

“Stop complaining,” he smirks, leaning away from your head to peer at your newly exposed flesh. “You better pay attention to what you’re reading or you’re not going to pass the questions I’ll be asking you.”

“Yeah, yeah, ow!” you squawk, whipping your head around to glare up at him. He fucking pinched you again! This time, he’d slipped his hand between your spread legs and tweaked your inner thigh, painfully.

“Read,” he repeats, running those guilty fingers upward, lingering beside the heat of your cunt, careful to not get too close. When you start on the next sentence, one of his hands tugs up the fabric of your shirt, snaking upward until he’s thumbing against the wire of your bra. Once again, you falter to a halt and exhale a wavering breath.

Goddamn it. This review is no review. You’ll be lucky if you can even recall what a cell is if he keeps this up. You hear his ominous intake of air and quickly resume your recitation, mumbling something about RNA and mRNA differences.

Wait. Didn’t you just…

“Looks like you’re having trouble listening to me. I told you to read aloud, not to repeat the same passages over and over.”

“Hey, at least I’ll have a firm grasp on those. You should ask me something about that s-section… ah–”

The hand that was resting under the cup of your bra has made its way underneath the lightly padded material, and his thumb and index fingers have trapped your peaked nipple between them. As soon as your snarky comment left your mouth, he’d twisted the bud, squeezing it until it throbbed.

“Pay attention,” he commands, shoving your bra upward, freeing the globes of your breasts and cupping both of his broad hands under them. Your abused nipple stings and the mixture of sharp pain and jarring arousal goes right through you, stoking that coil that pulsed within your core, and sending a tacky flush of your essence down your spread thighs.

The next few words are a struggle. The text keeps blurring and your breaths are coming in fast and heavy. Shigaraki is still feeling you up, keeping his lips close to your ears, rasping sharp commands to you and dealing out lightning fast rounds of pinches and squeezes each time you falter.

“I–I can’t… I don’t even know what I’m reading anymore,” you bemoan, your hips pressing against the edge of the table, legs trembling as you attempt to keep them apart. He’s deliberately ignoring your throbbing clit and a desperate edge is creeping into your voice.

“Are you always this whiny? Fine. I’ll give you a moment to read without any distractions.”

Thank God.

True to his word, he slips away from your back and you’re left shivering against his sudden absence. Despite your quaking, you’re determined to make the most of this chance and you quickly read out the paragraphs that are on the second page. As you ramble down to the last bit of text, you realize you can’t hear him anymore and when you finish the last sentence; you start to really wonder where he’s drifted off to. A tense silence follows your completion of the material and you arch up on the tips of your toes, jutting your ass out and stretching the stiffened muscles of your lower back.

“Didn’t say you could stop reading, and judging from all of your complaints, I don’t think you got some of those earlier concepts, so I’d suggest doing a quick review,” he taunts, the sudden rasp of his voice startling a low gasp from your lips.

He’s close; somewhere behind you and to the left from the sound of it. You try to twist around, your chest lifting from the table, and when he notices, his hands return, creating a rough pressure against your neck as he forces your body back down. His weight plasters you to the surface, scraping your partially exposed stomach and tender breasts over the nicked wood. Shigaraki is merciless in his swift correction, his breath puffing out angrily behind you. “Didn’t say you could move, either.”

Stunned, you freeze. Your arms are arched awkwardly, but he keeps his weight against you, flattening your breasts and forcing your back to arch into an awkward bend. Fuck, you think, how are you supposed to stay like this? Your legs are already aching and if he shifts away again, he’s likely going to expect you to maintain this absurd pose.

“Yes,” he groans, his voice catching against the word, “Good girl. Now, stay just like that.”

Damn it.

“Go on, read the first part again,” he instructs.

“The entire genetic content of a cell is known as its genome and the study of genomes is gen-genomics. In eukaryotic cells, but… but not in p-prokaryotes, DNA forms a complex with histone proteins… with histone proteins… sub-substance… of…”

His teeth have latched onto your neck, and he’s sucking bruises into your tender skin. He’s still pinning you to the table, but his hands are widening their explorations. He’s started dragging a fingernail across the puffy folds of your cunt, teasing against the dripping and swollen flesh, chuckling when you buck against his hold.

“You always seem to lose it when you get to cellular modulations.”

“I–I–It’s not… I can’t help that you keep…” you whimper, your fingers curling under your palms, head shaking back and forth. You can’t think. He’s not being fucking fair, and you can’t even string your goddamn words together. Shit. “Y-you’re not being fair,” you accuse, falling on the only thing that keeps running through your mind, your splayed feet shifting uncomfortably under you.

“Not fair? Not once did I say fairness would come into this arrangement,” he lifts himself off of your back and leans beside you, one arm planted beside your crooked elbow. His fingers trace over the curve of your ass, cupping at the thickest part of you and squeezing.

“But don’t worry, I’ll make sure you get a little satisfaction out of this arrangement. I bet you look good when you cum. And you’ve been working so hard to get my attention these last few months. So careful to do what I tell you. Looking at me with those big eyes of yours, all wide eyed every time I catch you looking at me. And don’t even get me started on your lips. You’re lucky I didn’t fucking bend you over after class, especially when you started wearing all of those cute little skirts for me. Ahhh, don’t moan like that, I won’t be able to help myself if you do. Let’s see how you’re doing, shall we?”

Without warning, he slips his longest digit into your cunt, groaning loudly when he’s sucked into your welcoming heat. Your pussy, hungry for any kind of scrap, ripples around his intrusion, clamping and pulling, desperate for more.

“Fuck,” he groans, his weight falling against your shoulder. “You’re soaking.” His elegant digit pushes deeper and you roll your hips under him, urging him closer, sighing when he sinks to the last knuckle. As he pulls his finger back, he adds another, swiftly v-ing the two before curving them together as they slip back out, dragging a steady line of pleasure from your quivering cunt. Shigaraki whispers another round of awed praise against your ear, his voice dark and breathless.

A third digit is added on another trip out, and it creates a ragged sensation within you. It’s close to what you like, but he’s stretching you too far and it’s starting to hurt. He either needs to speed up, or give you a little more pressure. If you can hump your clit against the edge of the table, maybe it’ll give you the friction that you need. When you mindlessly buck your hips, your thighs threatening to lose that spread, he stops, holding his fingers inside you, laughing as you agitatedly try to shift him back into his earlier rhythm.

“So eager. I’d say you’re ready for my questions.”

“W-what?” you gasp, wholly focused on making him restart the push and pull of his fingers inside you.

“I’ll start you off with something easy. What’s the cell membrane?”

“W-what? The cell… ah–”

“Answer me. Now,” he grunts, leaning forward, re-steadying you as his fingers pull outward, dragging against your sensitive folds and schlicking through your arousal lewdly, loudly. You moan and your eyes roll back, completely ignoring his demand as you fall into the haze of pleasure that comes after his movements.

His free hand travels up your neck and he tangles his fingers into the tendrils of your hair, yanking and jerking at the strands, demanding your attention.

“I said, answer me.”

“Shigaraki–I–fuck. I can’t even… ugh… think right now!”

“Do you want the grade, or not?” he questions, his voice tense. “Answer correctly and I’ll give you what you want.”

“I–I don’t think I can,” you whine, pressing your hips back as he thrusts his fingers forward again, curving them upward, searching for the spongy pad of nerves that rest against the front of your pelvis.

“Oh? What happened to wanting that A? What about your graduation? You gonna let me fuck up your entire college career? I can do it, you know. I’ve done it to so many simpering freshmen. I fail kids left and right and you’re no different, (Y/N).

The university lets me ahh–there it is! God, you’re so fucking wet.

Where was I? The university can’t say no to me; they let me do what I want. I bring in too much money, too many tempting grants, and that’s all they really care about. So what’s it gonna be? Let me see that you can answer this basic crap and I’ll pass you. Or would you like for me to tie you down and force it outta you another way?”

He’s picked up the pace of his fingers as he rambles over you and a swift press against that newly discovered spot inside you has you falling to pieces in his hands, popping up onto your tiptoes and rutting yourself against the surface of the table. “O-ok, God, ok! Just–fucking repeat the goddamn question,” you pant, head slumping forward, forcing his fingers to tighten against your hair to hold you upright.

“What is the cell membrane?”

You wince your eyes closed, trying to rack your brain to focus on something other than the heavy pressure of the three fingers that are teasing their way across your dribbling pussy. He’s moving his presses with a lackadaisical, inconsistent rhythm now and it’s hard to fucking think. You can’t tell if his next thrust will be hard, or soft, or so rough that it’s bordering on that bittersweet line of pain.

You shake your head, doing your best to ignore the mounting pressure that he’s building inside you and the ache of your neck and legs. Finally, after another sharp tap against that secret bunch of nerves at the front of your cunt, you latch onto a vague remembrance.

“It… it’s a double layer of–of phospholipids that make a boundary between the cell and t-the surrounding… ugh… it controls the passage of materials.”

“Very good. Elaborate on the cellular wall.”

He’s unrelenting in his domineering treatment, twisting and frigging his fingers each time your breath hitches, and your arousal is leaking down your legs, making your skin stick and pull. It’s too much, you can’t! How can he even ask this? Words are falling from your lips incoherently, and all too soon you’re gasping out his name rather than reciting the answer.

“Cellular–oh, fuck, Shi–Shigaraki–Please, keep–don’t stop! S-Shigaraki, God that… feels… ah–keep going!”

He ignores your request and pulls his fingers away, robbing you of that sweet pressure that he’s so carefully mounted within you.

“I’ll count that one as incorrect. Your ‘A’ is swiftly becoming an ‘A’ minus, (Y/N)” he snarls, his teeth gritted, hands falling to the swell of your hips, wet fingers digging into your soft skin.

“What? No! You didn’t give me enough… e-enough time! How can–can you expect me to answer that qui-quickly!”

“Let’s try another.”

It hurts. That ache that he’s drawn out of you is starting to sting and throb and he’s being such a dick about it! You twist and grind under him, and he traps your disobedient hips against the rough siding of the table.

“I don’t–” you protest weakly, your legs trembling and chest heaving under his weight.

“Do you want this? Wouldn’t you like to pass this class? To graduate with honors?” he growls, leaning closer, his hands braced against you, his fingers no doubt leaving bruises on the supple crest of your hips.

“You’re such an ass! Yes! Fuck, please! I–I want it so fucking bad!” you cry out, your voice drifting into a sob as you croak out the last plea.

“Then answer another question. What’s diffusion?”

“D-diffu-diffusion is the process by which molecules move from an a-area of… of… fuck- of high concentration, to low concentration. Shigaraki!”

“I should count that as another miss, but you got the major concept correct.” He removes his fingers from your waist and yanks your ass toward him, keeping your overeager hips away from the fleeting relief of the sturdy table. “Pop your legs together,” he commands, one hand wrapping around your arched throat, squeezing until you obey. His other hand drops to that thatch of curls that rest between your quivering thighs and he gathers up your gossamer strands, rubbing against your clit for one hazy instant, sending a flash of spots across your vision.

“Mmm, now that’s a pretty sight. Good girl, don’t move,” he reminds you and you want to scream at him. Right before you can spit some frustrated vitriol out, he’s releasing your neck, his hands dropping from your skin and letting you fall back to the uneven surface below. Just before your chin contacts the wood, his hand is back in your hair, tugging you upward, holding you a few inches above the table. The sharp pain makes your scalp tingle and you unconsciously rut against the tempting heat that’s now plastered to your ass. He’s hard. You can feel the stiff bulge of his cock straining against the front of his dark jeans, pressing into the cleft of your posterior.

“T-that’ can’t be comfortable,” you pant, twisting your head so you can look up at him from the curve of your shoulder.

“Oh? You worried about my cock?” he asks, his red eyes flashing down at you challengingly. You don’t bother giving him a verbal response, opting instead to grind your ass up, catching against the jut of his length, earning yourself a low groan. His lips curl when you repeat the motion and you realize you love watching that smug face of his drift into a look of tense pleasure. It makes his scar on his lip flush and those red eyes of his fall to a lazy half mast. He spies your arched brow and pleased grin and pushes himself off of you, leaving you alone and open on the table.

“Keep pushing your luck. I’m more than happy to drop you back to a B.”

“What?” you scoff, teeth clinking together as you clench your jaw. “I didn’t move!”

“No, but you’re trying to take control of this and we can’t have that can we?” Shigaraki sneers. “Now, how shall I punish you?”

“P-punish me?” you stammer, a chill racing down your spine.

“Ah, I know. This’ll really piss you off,” he twists from your strained gaze and walks back toward his desk. What? What the fuck does he mean? You can’t see him from this angle, not with the way your legs are stretched and back is lowered, but it doesn’t stop you from trying, your chin lifting upwards as you do your best to keep him in focus.

Ugh. It’s no use. He’s slipped past your field of vision.

Hearing is likely your best bet, so you shift your forehead back to the table and listen, straining your ears to pick up any morsel. Something opens and closes and you catch the sound of the wheels of his chair as they shift, squeaking across the floor, and the groaning of the springs when his weight is applied to the cheap leather.

Okay, so he’s in his chair. Is he just gonna look at you? That’s not… wait…

There’s a faint clicking sound.

It’s both familiar and unfamiliar to your ears, but once the teeth slide over the last pull, you realize. It’s a zipper.

Oh fuck. Is he going to jerk himself off? With a gasp, your head whips back around. He’s still positioned himself away from you, and you can only just make out the sounds that are accompanying the undoubted rise and fall of his fist. All you can see is a tiny sliver of his body, but you catch sight of the coiling muscles on his neck and you notice that his head is dipped forward, pearl white hair settling across the cut of his collarbone. The one red eye that meets yours is blazing and hungry, it makes every hair on the back of your neck stand up.

God, he’s staring at you, watching you, getting himself off as you’re half naked and bent over a desk in his office, fully subjugating yourself to his whims and fancies for the sake of your grade.

Damn it, (Y/N). This should not be a fucking turn on. You should be disgusted, but the flush of slick that drips down your thigh says otherwise.

He lets out a choked moan, picking up the pace of his hand, letting you hear the click and slip of his palm as it strokes up and down his cock. A shiver echoes up your spine and your hips seem to have a mind of their own, grinding your clenched thighs over the dip of the table, easing the clenching pulsations that your cunt is shuddering through you.

“Look at you, so desperate for my touch that you’re humping the fucking table. Such a dirty girl, and so disobedient. You’ve only answered a few of my questions correctly and yet your slutty little mouth and body keep pushing at me. Making me put you in your place. Let me ask you something, why should I go out of my way to fix your grade when you can’t even prove to me you understand the simplest concepts?

Ah, here’s a thought. What if I told you I’ll wave the other requirements; no more readings, no more quizzes, but I won’t let you cum? What if I just get myself off? You’re putting on a such a good show for me! Why should I bother with seeing that you’re satisfied when that table seems to do the job for you? Sound good? Or would you like for me to come back over there and make you cum?”

“I–I don’t… I don’t want…” You can’t get the words out, your tongue feels leaden between your lips and you can’t think of anything but the steady itch that’s spreading from your clit.

“Speak up,” Shigaraki demands, slowing his jerking fingers. The chair he’s sitting in groans as he leans forward, and his eyes wide as they take in the delicious sight that’s propped before him. “You don’t want to cum? Is that it? You’d like for me to get myself off and leave you there?”

“No!” you cry out, your fingers digging into the scuffed wood of the table. “I-I want you to make me cum.”

There’s a sharp clatter and you jump at the abrupt noise. It must be the chair you think, your heart pounding against your chest, waiting for Shigaraki’s next move. He only lets a few seconds drift by before he presses himself back to you. He leans his broad chest over your back, the front of his legs pushing against the back of yours. His exposed length is wedged firmly against the cleft of your ass and its tempting hardness makes you squirm under him, but he’s propelling you forward, pinning you against the rough wood, and you can only flail uselessly under his control. His lips skim over your neck and he bites into your skin, sucking and licking bruises as he inches closer to your pulse.

You say his name pitifully, wantonly, and he lets out a shaky gasp. Something about your tone has shifted something within him and you can feel his cock swelling, dripping a rope of wet pre-cum down your shaking leg.

He leans away, removing his sticky hardness from your ass. “Seems your priorities have shifted. You’re a little preoccupied right now, aren’t you?” he asks, his voice gravel scraping against your overwhelmed senses. You let out a weak moan and he snaps into action, his fingers pushing under your flattened stomach and tugging against the fabric that he finds. He yanks you upward, pulling your shirt up as he goes. His palms dip under your half lifted bra, and he cups at your breasts, massaging the rounded bulbs and plucking at your peaked nipples. Your head lolls back, and he sucks at your earlobe again, his breath warm and rasping as it passes by.

“Hold still,” he commands.

It’s not an easy position, this stretched upward arch that he’s forced you into, but it’s worth it when you feel his cock pushing between your tensed legs. He doesn’t thrust into you, opting to run his weeping tip against your slippery folds, pressing until his bulbous head is twitching against your pulsing clit.

Goddamn it, you think as he stills, his lips smacking open-mouthed kisses over your shoulder, it’s not enough. You wiggle your hips back and forth and he abruptly exerts a firm pressure against your windpipe, leaving you sputtering and gasping. “What’s wrong? Not happy with this? Do you think you deserve something more? Do you think you’ve earned that?” He shoves you back against the surface of the table, his broad chest following the plane of your back, trapping you under his heavy form.

You’d replied, you know you must have, but you can’t hear yourself anymore, your attention attuned to the warm length that’s pressed against your shuddering folds. You’d likely thrown in a please for good measure because Shigaraki rewards you with a quick peck to your shivering neck and his thumb, swirling it around your clit, creating a cresting ache that leaves you mumbling incoherently, a thin line of drool slipping from your parted lips. As he keeps that faint osculation up, your fingernails scrape over the wood of the table, your feet lifting you onto your toes, curving your back, and shoving your leaking pussy into his open palm.

“Greedy little thing, aren’t you?” Shigaraki says, a breathy desperation lingering around the edges of his rasping voice. “But it’s just not enough, right?”

You nod, licking up some of the excess saliva that’s built under your heavy tongue and crane your head back at him. His eyes are the first thing you see. They’re wild, ravenous and glinting with a roughness that makes you whisper out a soft whine. Fuck. It’s not supposed to be like this. You’re not supposed to want him this badly. Goddamn it. Now that he’s caught your gaze, he won’t let you look away, and he presses himself closer, his cock twitching and warm, the tip rubbing back and forth, keeping time with his circling thumb.

“You gonna fuck me, or not?” you finally ask, unsticking your lips and smirking up at his hardened face.

“Tch. Don’t rush me,” he grumbles, removing his hand and teasing cock from your cunt, watching as your body convulses under him, your pussy quivering against the excess stimulation that he’s wrought over you. Your thighs burn, aching to break free from his control, to rub against that throb, that tingling that keeps shuddering outward.

“One more question,” he tells you, lifting his dripping thumb to his lips and sucking off the traces of your arousal. The sight of him licking his pink tongue over his gleaming knuckles almost makes you lose your balance, your arms shaking precariously under you.

“A-another? Come on,” you pout, your eyes following the curve of his wicked lips, watching as his scar quirks upward, amused by your useless defiance.

“Make you a deal, answer it correctly and I’ll give you my cock. Sound fair?”

“Ugh, whatever, just hurry up,” you snap, so impatient and turned on that you can hardly think.

The tip of his cock presses against your sopping entrance, pushing forward just enough to part your dripping folds but stopping before he clears that first, tight ring of flesh. The promise of his dribbling tip makes you lose any semblance of self-control. You thrash under him, but he traps your disobedient hips against the rough siding of the table.

“No! Don’t stop! Come on Sh-Shigaraki–Don’t be such a fucking–ah–”

“Do you want this? Do you want my cock?” he growls, leaning over you, his fingers squeezing down, no doubt leaving bruises in the supple crest of your hips.

“Yes! Fuck, please! I–I want it so fucking bad!” you cry out, your voice drifting into a sob as you croak out the last plea.

“Then you better answer. What are cytosines?”

“They… they’re n-nitrogenous base… fuck… base that pair… that pair with guanine during D-DNA replication… I–please, please, Shigaraki! Fuck me! I want your cock! Fuck me, fuck me!”

Thankfully, he either takes pity on you, or can’t control himself anymore, his hips surging forward, gliding his thick length into your cunt and snarling at the mind numbing heat that waits for him. He keeps driving upward until he bottoms out, sharp hipbones grinding against the plushness of your ass.

He’s not gentle with you, no he’s animalistic and raw, his thrusts papping into you with a terrifying strength. You would have liked something slower, something that lets you enjoy each imperfection and dip that raced along his cock, but this, oh, this is an exception because this is perfect. It’s not what you want, but it is what you need.

The heavy fullness that he’s stuffing you with leaves you breathless, but you somehow manage to gasp out a string of nonsensical praises each time he drives back into you, overwrought by his roughness.

This coupling isn’t kind, isn’t right, and is not healthy, for either of you. No, not with the way he’s using your shivering body, distracted with slacking that euphoric thrum that’s making his cock pulse and swell inside you.

But fuck it feels good and you can’t help but tremble with delight. These intoxicating thrusts of his ram him up against something that’s buried deep inside you, and each time he hits it another star of bright pleasure races through you. The familiar coiling of release is steadily mounting with each rapid fire rut he gives you and if he could just, ah, there’s something that’s… no, fuck, it’s, it’s not going to work. It feels good, but it’s missing one vital ingredient, one thing that he’s neglected to pay attention to, to notice.

Your clit needs to be tweaked and rolled, and right now it’s pulsing away against the table, beating a sad tattoo into the grainy wood. Oh well, you think, head fuzzy, lost in the euphoria of his powerful cants, grinding your ass into his hips as he digs into another teeth chattering thrust. He’ll likely finish soon, and you’ll probably need to get yourself off later. It’s not something new, and it’s not like he’s going to care enough to focus on that, on you. This whole thing has been about control, so there’s likely no room for your own pleasure.

“What’s wrong,” he gasps out, his fingers lifting from your hips to curl beside your turned head.

“What? N-nothing–I–” you pant, eyes rolling back as he hits that spongy patch of nerves again.

“Tch. Hold on,” he interrupts, his voice rasping and breathy. He pulls himself out of you with a grunt and yanks you upward, hauling you onto the tabletop and flipping you on your back, bending your stiffened legs and bracing your knees against his lean forearms.

He holds you apart, spreading you open with his powerful hands. You can see him properly now, and the sight makes your breath catch against the back of your throat. Fuck, he looks good.

His long white hair is draped across his bare shoulders and his eyes are blazing pits of hunger, devouring the sight of you with those red irises. His jaw is clenched, and he glares down at you from his imperious height, his nostrils flaring as he drags in a quick intake of air. To your shock, he gives you a little time to acclimate to this new position, opting to languidly step forward, letting his slippery cock head press and tease at the dip of your opening. But right when you think he’ll move again, he stops, his eyes roving over the lines of your face.

His sudden stillness makes you peer quizzically up at him and you scoot closer, your feet lifting from the table. The movement snaps him out of his stupor and he grabs your ankles, roughly pinning you back down.

“Keep still,” he snarls through clenched teeth, that scar of his lifting.

You nod mutely and he rewards your unquestioning obedience with another powerful thrust, sinking his swollen cock back into your waiting cunt. He lets out a sharp groan and grabs at your hips, jerking you forward, already drifting back into that all-consuming rhythm he’d started earlier. His ruts are a little slower from this angle but, in no time at all, that familiar ache pools in your core, stoking and building at an alarming rate. The driving force of his hips soon has you blinking back spots and distant stars, and this time he adds the all important pressure of his thumb, circling the finger pad over your clit and dragging a broken moan from your quivering lips.

“So that’s what you needed. You close?” he grits out, his lips set in a curled scowl. He’s lost some of that early control, his hips stuttering as they connect with yours, his power lessening, cooling, as he looks for your release.

“I–I think–oh fuck, do that again. Yes! Just–ah!”

He angles your hips upward and gives your clit another quick oscillation, pressing down until you’re gasping. “There you go. That felt good. You’re getting tighter,” he laughs, looming over you, shoving your heaving chest downward as he jerks your hips into him, forcing your body to do most of the motion, making your shoulder blades scrape across the uneven wood. “Cum for me. Fucking cum on my cock, (Y/N). Cum and I’ll give you your A, I’ll give you whatever the fuck you want.”

Your spine arches as you break around him, your cunt greedily pulling him deeper, slipping him past the barrier of your tender cervix and earning you a weak shout of praise from Shigaraki. Seconds later, he’s pulsing and twitching against your walls, the warm pooling of his cum filling you up and spilling down your spread thighs.

His head drops to your shoulder and the rough skin of his forehead sticks to your sweat dampened flesh. For a long moment you’re both still, each of you struggling to catch your breath, luxuriating in the tingling sensation of release.

“I fucking hate you, you know,” you gasp out, your arms circling his back, fingertips etching vague patterns over his neck and shoulders.

“Ha,” he snorts, “I’ll have to remember that. Don’t worry (Y/N), I’ll pay you back for that little remark next time.”

“Oh? Next time?” you chuckle, moaning as he twists out of your hold and pulls his softening length out of you.

“I’ll fail you on every assignment if you try to keep away,” he threatens, his eyes falling to the gaping mess that he’s left behind. You cross your legs, denying him the satisfaction of leering at your dripping pussy.

“Fine. But next time, fuck me on something softer than a damn table.”

tags: @spicy-skull, @xwildskullx, @yixxes, @ghstmthr, @rekoii, @diaouranask, @bat-eclecticwolfbouquet-love, @libiraki <--- i’m coming for you. you’re gonna have to read for this, lady. so, uh, i’m officially noneconing you here.

notes: you made it! this thing is a monster & i’m so sorry i can never stfu

#shigaraki tomura #tomura shigaraki #reader insert #shigaraki x y/n #shigaraki x you #shigaraki x reader #bnha smut #9 to 5 collab #bnha degeneracy server #collaboration #tw: unhealthy relationship #tw: teacher/student #tw: dubcon #tw: bribery

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Tangled Training//Kirishima

!!!MINORS DNI!!! 18+ONLY!!!

Second part of my Teacher's Pet Series! Summary: Known as the Number 1 ranked Boxer: Red Riot. An injury caused him to chuck his career in, but his bright spirit wasn’t dimmed. Instead, he decided to teach sport study, allowing him to share his passion with the younger generation, thus helping them to a bright future. When you signed up for the boxing course you didn’t expect to see your professor and certainly didn’t plan on fucking him in his gym, but fate works in funny ways. Words:3.9k+

TW:nsfw: mention of an unhappy relationship, praising, riding, overstimulation, oral (fem receiving), fingering, spitting, bitting, spanking, scratching, him calling you sweet nicknames while having sex (princess, baby, good girl,)

„Miss Y/L/N! Never knew you were into boxing! Happy to see you here, nice form,“ it was no other than your teacher, clad in a white tank top and loose black and red shorts, a pearly smile beaming at you. „Professor! I didn’t expect to see you here,“ you greeted the tall man standing next to the ring, making you taller by a few inches. „Well, it is my gym,“ Kirishima said, throwing the towel he was holding over his shoulder. „It is? When I signed up your name wasn’t mentioned at all,“ how embarrassing. Did you really miss his name when you looked into the gym? „That’s on purpose. I really appreciate my fans, but this is meant to be a safe space, and having it crowded with strangers wouldn’t really adherence that,“ he explained with a smile and stepped into the ring, the high difference now even more noticeable than before.

His black hair was pulled back into a low bun, a few strands slipping out of it and framing his handsome face. A healed cut went down from his brow to below his eye adding to his studly appearance, not to mention his trained arms that were on full display. „How long have you been here already? It can’t be for long, I would have definitely noticed you,“ he took the coaching cushion from the woman you had been training with, fixing them around his hands and turning back to you. „This is only my third lesson, I’m barely at the beginning,“ you told him, a nervous feeling forming in the pit of your stomach. „Mina is one of my best teachers! You’re in good hands with her, but in even better ones with me."

From that moment on you trained with him every other week. As much as the two of you tried to keep the relationship strictly as student and teacher in both ways, the more you saw him the harder it got. You noticed how you slowly started comparing your boyfriend to him, how Kirishima did certain things and he didn’t. Like how your professor would always open doors for you, make sure you’re home safe. He remembered important appointments and ask you how they went, never belittled or made fun of your problems or worries. When you told him your favorite show or book or song he would always look into it because he knew it would mean a lot to you and it would allow him to get to know you even more.

At first, he didn’t even realize what he was doing. While he thought about cutting your relationship, whatever weird state it was in right now, he also thought about how much he enjoyed spending time with you. How much he could potentially hurt you. And the sting in his heart wouldn’t allow that, even if he knew it would have been the better choice. As far as he knew you had a partner, so nothing could go wrong, right?

The day everything changed was no other day than your birthday. Your boyfriend had promised at least five times that he will spend the night with you, party into it, give you your first gift and wake you up with an amazing breakfast. But when the clock turned midnight there was no sight of him, no text, no call, nothing. In the beginning, you thought he might prank you, surprise you and act like it was all a stupid joke. You wouldn’t be a big fan of it but it would be better than him not being there at all. Your phone rang, once, twice. Your best friend had texted you a sweet message, telling you they can’t wait to celebrate and see you soon, the other text was someone from your family telling you the same. At 12:12 a.m. your phone rang yet again because of another text message.

„Hey Y/N! Happy birthday my little boxing champ. I’m proud of how far you have gotten and can’t wait to see how far you’ll come. Just know that I believe in you and if anything happens, you can always count on me! See you soon, hope you get celebrated the way you deserve it.

-Eijro“

You didn’t know what to say, overwhelmed with the current situation. There was no way you could deny the butterflies setting off in your stomach as you read through the simple, yet sweet message. You weren’t meant to feel that way for another person while dating your partner. You especially weren’t meant to be so feel that way for your professor out of all people.

When the clock read 01:10 a.m. you heard a knock on your door. Opening it your eyes fell upon your apologetically looking boyfriend, with a cake and small bouquet.

„Hey babe, I’m sorry for being so late, but I’m here now. I got you your favorite cake and another surprise coming soon,“ he kissed you shortly before walking into your kitchen to put everything down. „Happy Birthday!“ He engulfed you in a tight hug and planted another kiss on your lips, before walking back to unbox the cake. „Thank you,“ you said while watching him cut into it. When you saw the inside you felt disappointment forming in your stomach. „Is that (add flavor you don’t like) cake?“ You asked, hoping it simply looked similar. „Yeah why?“ You couldn’t help but pick up his slightly pissed tone „Oh… It’s just… Never mind, thank you,“ you had definitely dated long enough for him to know what you liked and what not and you remembered clear as day that you had talked to him about this because it was his brother’s wedding and he told you to stop being picky about it. „No. What did I do wrong now? “ he said while rolling his eyes.

And that was the start of a two-hour-long fight, ending in you calling it quits after finding the receipt of the 7/11 around the corner, telling you he brought your presents ten minutes before arriving at your place.

There was no way you could go to bed now, angry tears streaming down your face as you took your phone in your hand, texting the only person you wanted to talk to right now. Not even a minute after you send the text your phone rang. „What’s wrong?“ Was the first thing he asked, voice deeper than usual. „I’m sorry, did I wake you up?“ You could hear him shift at the other end of the line like he was getting out of bed. „That doesn’t matter. Why are you crying?“ You had never heard him so concerned and you felt bad for being the cause of it. „I fought with my bo- My ex and I’m angry and hurt and I don’t know,“ you felt another set of tears ready to roll down and a shaky breath cut the short silence between the two of you. „I’ll be there in 15 minutes, don’t come downstairs before I text you,“ you couldn’t answer anymore. He had ended the call and you starred at your phone dumbfounded.

Before Eijiro’s text arrived you had changed into something other than your pajamas and washed your face to look slightly less like you had just cried your eyes out.

When you saw him standing there in front of his big jeep, wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and black hoodie you couldn’t stop yourself from running up to him, feeling his strong arms wrap you in a tight hug after being caught off guard for a second.

„Thank you for coming by,“ you mumbled into his chest, slightly disappointed when pulled away. „Of course, anytime. What would you like do to?“ Kirishima asked, opening the passenger door for you. „Like punching a motherfucker,“ Your eyes fell upon a small box and he picked it up. „You said you really liked this cake, so I thought I get it for you. It’s nothing much,“ the warm smile he gave you was the best gift you had received so far. „But the bakery is on the other side of town, thank you so much!“ to say you couldn’t believe he would do such a thing was understandable, but then again so was getting up for your student at almost four in the morning. „No biggie, really,“ once you were seated he took off, driving to the place you grew so familiar with.

„You can let it all out, punch as hard as you can,“ he told you as the two of you stood inside the boxing ring, his hair tied up again. And you did, you punched over and over again, imagining his face on the red cushions. „I can’t believe I ever thought about a future together with that prick!“ You said in between punches. „What was the fight about anyway?“ It was your birthday and to know it started like that made him sad.

„You won't believe it! Not only did he get the wrong cake and withering flowers after FOUR years of dating, no, he was two hours too late than he promised me. Do you think he called or at least send me a text to let me know he might be too late? Of course, he didn’t. That’s not even the worst part! Do you know why he was too late? Because his ex Stella needed help with her fucking car! He ditched me on my birthday for his ex and about half an hour before getting to my place he remember that he had no present for me. At one point I was so angry because he said a birthday is like every other day and I shouldn’t be mad that he almost forgot. I told him that even you, my professor, remembered my birthday and congratulated me sooner than he did. He said if you were so much better than he was I should just go and fuck you instead and I said: You know what, I might and it would be the best night of my life! Then he called me a whore and I told him I would rather be that than his girlfriend, so I broke up with him,“ you rambled, noticing too late that he had his hands down.

The sudden impact and his improper stand lead to him stumbling and falling back. Worry was written across your face as you kneeled between his spread legs. „I’m so, so sorry, I was rambling and didn’t pay attention, are you okay?“ You were on eye level with him now while you lift his hoodie to look at his rip, apologizing yet again when you saw the red spot. The black-haired man stared at you, half in awe, half in lust. „Don’t worry, I’m okay, I was just caught off guard,“ he pushed a strand of hair behind your ear, causing you to look up only to find his eyes on you already. „Why did you take your hands down?“ You unwrapped your other hand from the glove, applying pressure to the spot to make sure everything was good. „I just… I was surprised, that’s all,“ „Surprised? Why? Did I do something wrong?“ Your eyes flickered from left to right, breath hitching in your throat as his big hand went to your cheek, his thumb stroking it softly. „You said you might fuck me,“ he chuckled, nose tips now touching „Professor, I’m so sor-,“ before you could say something else his soft, plump lips were on yours, moving in perfect sync.

Every worry, every thought, every doubt vanished within seconds as he pulled your body closer to his. Your top didn’t stop his hand from slipping onto the small of your back and the moment his bare skin was on yours it felt like small electric shocks went through your lower region. A low groan vibrated against your lips as you ground your hips against his, feeling him harden beneath you, his breath was now slightly unsteady.

It could have been minutes or hours, you didn’t know and quite frankly didn’t care to check, before he broke the kiss, pulling the hoodie over his head after you tugged on it, smiling when he saw the way you looked at him. Not the boxing champion, not the rich man, you wanted him.

Pulling your top over your head before he flipped you over with his arm around your waist and his thigh between your legs allowed him to tease you in all the right places.

Kirishima didn’t hide the pleasure he felt hearing you whine underneath him while he got you rilled up, kissing your body and leaving behind an obvious mark on your chest. You had never noticed how sharp they actually are until they bit down onto your delicate skin, his hands creepy down your stomach into your pants. He wasn’t going to touch you just yet, but the feeling of his middle finger over your slowly damping underwear, ghosting over your clit, close enough to set off soft tingles but never touching you where you most wanted it.

„You look so beautiful,“ he told you, before his lips met yours again, swallowing your soft moans. „Please I need you,“ you were going to buck your hips up in hopes he would touch you but he had you in full control, keeping your hips in place while he dragged his fingers painfully slow over your clit. „Tsk, tsk, tsk, someone is impatient,“ the older man kneeled in front of you, his fingers hooking around the waistband of your pants and pulled them down.

His eyes fell upon the wet spot between your legs and he couldn’t wait to be buried in between your thighs, feeling them shake around him while his name will fall from your rosy lips. „Be a good girl for me and sit on my face,“ his raspy voice whispered in your ears, biting down on your lobe softly. Sensing a moment of hesitation before he took your hand in his, pulling you up after kissing your knuckles.

„Gotta prep you before I fuck you, don’t want my princess to be in pain now, do we?“ Before you could tell him you were ready for him, needed him inside of you, needed him to stuff you full he took your hand in his, wrapping it around his length. The further you went up to his thick length, the more you realized that you were, in fact, absolutely not ready for him. „Told you so,“ his chuckle was cut short when your thumb circled around his sensitive head, but your deviant attitude was cut short when he grabbed you and put you in place. Now you kneeled on top of him and red eyes looked up to you through thick, dark lashes „Don’t think for one moment that you are in control, I could throw you around like a rag doll,“ there was no doubt in your mind that he could and would and as much as you liked the sound of it right now you wanted nothing more but to feel pleasure.

Kirishima was taking his sweet time, worshiping your thighs with bites and kisses. Whenever he would switch from left to right he would make sure to blow cold air and kiss just below your for attention begging clit. Your squirming appears to only make him go longer until you broke.

„Please Eijiro, I can’t take it anymore,“ your voice was cracking, almost as if you were about to cry and maybe you were because he touched you everywhere but where you most needed it. „Keep being good for me and use your words,“ „Please eat me ou-“ as if that’s all he waited for he spits onto your pussy before attaching his lips around your clit, cutting you off with your own moan.

He gave you cunnilingus like a mad man, your wet cunt the only medicine for his sickness. Never would you have thought that it could feel so titillating to have a man between your legs. It was as if the only thought in his brain right now was your pleasure, nothing else, just the need to make you cum. His slick muscle would lap out every once in a while, dip into you to taste more of you, ere it reappeared where it started, flicking up and down, left and right, things you never even knew off. Your first orgasm came crashing down in less than five minutes, but he was nowhere near done with tongue fucking you. It was after your fourth orgasm that he stopped, only for a minute to bite your folds gently and look at the mess he created.

You were going to stand up, or at least raise yourself from his mouth to allow yourself to calm down from the immense pleasure seeping through your body leading to Kirishima tightening the grip around your legs.

„Just a little more princess, you can take it,“ another few kisses were planted on your inner thighs. „It’s so much,“ you breathed, your body still shaking. „I know, but it’s your birthday. What kind of man would I be if I didn’t fuck you properly, huh?“

And while the thought of overstimulating you so much you would cry and beg for him to stop sounded absolutely ravishing, he knew he had to wait a little longer. The last thing he wanted you to do was to cry on your birthday, again.

Only when he started tugging on his hair harshly did he realize how strong he was holding you down and he was sure there will be bruises the next day. By the way, you were moaning his name you didn’t mind though, so he raised his hands up slightly just to come back down with a loud smack. Another one. And another one. If he is going to die because you squeezed his head he would die doing what he loved. Eijiro could feel how close you were again and considering he was going to pound into you with as much of him as you could take a bit of stretching would be the second-best preparation.

One, then two fingers slipped inside you easily, your juices coating his fingers, clenching around them while he stretched you open as good as he could. Tilting over to the front when your fifth orgasm of the night hit you let him loosen his hold over you, pulling you into his lap once again.

„You did so well, I’m proud of you,“ soft strokes over your back helped you calm down, the stars in front of your eyes slowly disappearing „Had enough?“ He asked you, thumb going over the red spots he had left behind. „No please, I want more,“ to prove your point you went back on your knees and kissing him deeply. His tongue in your mouth allowed you to taste yourself on him whilst your hand pulled his thick cock from his sweatpants. Pre-cum made the angry, redhead glister in the soft light falling from the hanging lamp above you.

Pushing against him slightly signaled him to lay down and he did, watching you as your upper body rose up. You looked so beautiful on top of him, letting him see you in your full glory and he wished this moment would last forever so he won’t miss a single detail about you. Your eyes were fixated on his meat that was between your hands and in a way you looked love drunk, just only for his dick.

Positioning yourself over him, your hands guiding his tip along your folds. He kept you steady by holding your waist because your legs were still weak while pushing yourself down, feeling every inch entering your throbbing cunt.

„There you go princess, just like that,“ it took everything inside of him to buckle up and push the rest into you, but he knew he can’t do that for the first time between the two of you.

Halting for a few seconds when you had him balls deep in you allowed you to take a shaky breath. It felt like his dick specially designed just for you, his length hitting all the right spots, his thickness filling you up in the best way possible.

„Everything okay?“ Kiri asked, drawing circles on your hips. „Yeah, you’re just so big,“ the moment you started riding him, moans slipping out of your mouth with no break in between was the moment he lost himself.

Pulling you down to him, both hands across your back, and in the very second putting his feet to the ground allowed him to push into you over and over again with his full length. The sound of skin slapping against skin mixed with your moans and screams, provocations and his name echoed from the walls. It only fueled him more.

Nails dug into his flesh, leaving marks all over his body in an attempt to not lose yourself completely while waves of pleasure crashed through you.

„You’re doing so good baby, I’m proud of you. Taking me so well,“ every once in a while he would moan as well, the feeling you clench around him, close to your next orgasm. Delivering a smack to your ass sent you over the edge, having you dig your nails even deeper, leading to him going harder. Kirishima could feel himself getting closer to his own release as well, but he wanted you to come one more time.

„Look at me, I want you to look in my eyes while you cum,“ you turned your face to the side, noses touching. You couldn't look straight anymore, eyes droopy as puffy, spit-covered lips fell open as yet another moan slipped past them. „You like this don’t you? Of course, you do,“ he grunted, spanking you again. Angling his thrusts slightly different made you almost blackout as he hit a certain spot over and over again. „One more okay? I know you can take it“ A feeling you had never felt before started forming in the pit of your stomach as stars blurred your vision almost completely.

Your scream was swallowed by his lips on yours, his hips snapping up every second, chasing his own orgasm. And when he saw you laying on top of him with a light film of sweat, eyes slightly watery, mouth agape, and messy hair he came painting your insides white. Sloppy strokes stopped and you could feel his lips on your forehead, then your lips. They weren’t as lustful anymore, not as harsh and demanding, rather soft and sweet as if you were a delicate flower. Such a contrast within nothing more but a minute.

„You did amazing,“ he whispered, putting a strand of hair behind your ear. „How about I carry you upstairs, hm? Shower and eat some of the cake as breakfast?“ All you could do was nod your head, feeling his strong arms underneath you to pick you up. „I was right,“ you mumbled with your head on his shoulder. A red door swung open, revealing a small hallway and lift to put a code in. Waiting for the elevator to open he looked down at you, asking what you were right about. „This was the best night I ever had,“ a small, exhausted smile made its way to your face. „If you’re not too bruised in the morning just wait till round two,“ he mumbled against your forehead, feeling your arms tighten around his neck.

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