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[pascow]

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JOHN WICK: CHAPTER 4 dir. Chad Stahelski

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[skzdarlings]

omg that sounds so fun!!!! (Sorry if this was quick I have your post notifs on) imma jump on this early!!! can we get “do you really think you’re in a position to give orders?” W changbin? 😩😩😩

summary: you are in love with the son of your family's greatest enemy. he sneaks into your room one night after a party.

pairing: seo changbin/reader content info: petite!reader. mentions of past body insecurities. romeo-and-juliet style love affair. sneaking around. gun play that is somehow more romantic than kinky but still kinda kinky. explicit sexual content. word count: 2900 words.

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masterlist. part of the valentine’s day stories series. credit to prompts. requests are closed.

enjoy!

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You catch his eye across the room. 

There are a hundred people between you, bustling in their designer gowns and glittering in their jewels.  The hotel ballroom is an incandescent chamber of silver light.  The sun has long since set but the party plays on in its excessive splendour, never tiring of itself. 

You are tired of it.  The glamour of this lifestyle has turned more tedious than not.  At the centre of all this majesty is money, and everyone in this room prioritizes their wealth and capital above everything else.  They have fought and slandered and killed each other and they will do it all again, but they throw their galas nonetheless. Places to celebrate themselves and their so-called achievements, to flaunt their successes in self-congratulation. Everyone laughs and dances, spinning around the ballroom, sipping their champagne. 

You smile and demur, pretending you are having a good time.  You sit with your family and only interact with their trusted allies or those who would be. 

He is vehemently not included in that. 

Seo Changbin. 

He is across the room with his family, your family’s greatest enemy.  Your father and his father are titans of business and the family rivalry spans generations.  It started with your great-grandparents and you are destined to uphold it.  You will marry an appropriate man of standing, someone who will expand the empire, someone whose allyship is worthwhile in both the monetary and social strata.  You will have children and raise them to take your place, to inherit your name and all the blood and money that comes with it.  

Those same expectations are on your enemy.   You hold gazes across the sparkling sea of people.  You look away first. 

You are coerced onto the dance floor by one of your father’s chosen men.  You join that sparkling sea. It is always bizarre to brush elbows with these people, knowing very well they would not hesitate to put a bullet in your head under any other circumstance.  You catch the sight of a few discreet weapons as you are twirled around the dance floor.   Ostensibly, weapons are not allowed inside the gala as fighting is prohibited, but these people always take their precautions. 

Your dance partner spins you.  You twirl as per the dance, then stumble to a halt because Changbin is standing there.  He is dancing with someone too, has them spun out the opposite way.  You stand in the middle of the ballroom looking at each other, faces equally stoic. 

He is dressed in all black, austere and intimidating.  His black hair falls in a sweep across his forehead, just this side of too-long so it obscures his eyes if he tilts his head a certain way.  He is always so meticulously hidden in public, nothing but a walking shadow.  He is a dark reflection of his family and their grim reputation.

But his jovial laughter is in your mind, his witty quips, his jokester nature.  He is devastatingly charming and endlessly humorous. 

You would never know just looking at him.  Changbin is not the tallest man in the room but he more than compensates with his bulk and power.  Pretty much anyone would be big next to you, but you know what your hand looks like when laid against his, how all encompassing the breadth of his big arms feel when they wrap around you. 

He does not touch you.  He looks.  He smirks, like he knows your heart is racing.  Then he spins away.  Your partner pulls you back. 

The dance continues.

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You say you are sick and leave the party early.  You are escorted back to the house with your usual security flank, sitting in the backseat of your limo with a guard on either side of you.  They wear bulletproof gear under their uniform, matching pale blue in the family’s colours, and wearing bulky glasses to shield their eyes.  They are all armed to teeth, wearing their holsters and belts.  They dwarf you almost comically.  They do not speak to you.

When you reach the house, you go straight to your bedrooms.  You have three rooms to yourself, each lonely space spilling into the next.  You dress in your closet, leaving the gown pooled in a silk mess on the floor.  You discard your jewelry and amble to your main room in a satin nightdress and robe.

You almost miss it, the sound so faint, but you swear a gentle knocking comes from your balcony doors.  They are still sealed shut.  Security did not notice anything remiss upon arrival, but there is a blind spot in the security camera on your balcony.  There are no cameras inside your room for privacy purposes.  But no one would know that unless you told them.   

And you have only told one person. 

You approach the balcony doors, wary.  You peer into the night, eyes roving the grand expanse of the brightly lit garden and swimming pool.  Wind rustles through the leaves of the trees and a security guard is finishing his round. 

You step onto your balcony slowly.  The security guard can only see you when you lean over.  He waves at you before leaving the yard, continuing the rest of his patrol elsewhere.   You watch him go. 

The world is quiet as it ever is.  You can hear the buzz of the pool lights and the tinkling of your wind chimes, little else.  You lean against your balcony railing and look over the yard.  You weigh the luxury of the estate against its cost.  Not for the first time, you ruminate on how it is absolutely not worth it. 

You sigh and turn.  Then you freeze at what, who, you find. 

You mistake him for a security guard for half a second, which nearly gives you a heart attack because they are never on your balcony.  But he is just wearing one of their uniforms.  You are not sure when he stole it, tonight or previously.  

Seo Changbin stands there in the blue uniform shirt and gun holster, winking at you behind bulky glasses.  He is pressed against the wall in the solitary blind spot, nodding his head to your balcony door.  If you open it a little wider, he can sneak in undetected. 

Like he has done a dozen times before. 

You feign nonchalance for the camera, humming to yourself as you step into your bedroom.  You push your door open all the way, positioning yourself in distracting view of the lens while he sneaks inside.   Then you follow and slam the door shut.  You both take a curtain and draw them together, meeting in the middle. 

“You shouldn’t be here,” you say.  It is not what you want to say.  You want to say, thank god you are here.  I missed you so much.  But that is an utterly foolish proclamation.  You know better.  You have always known better. 

But the son of your family’s greatest enemy is standing in your bedroom anyway.  He looks at you, at where you clutch your robe, at where you wet your lips.   He removes the glasses and tosses them aside, as if to study you more closely. 

“I shouldn’t,” he says.  You cannot tell if it is an agreement or a question. 

“No, you shouldn’t,” you say.  You take a step back, because every second in his proximity only compels you closer.  It is surer than a planet caught in a gravitational pull, threatened to be shattered by the sheer cosmic power of the star holding it in orbit.

He steps with you.  When you take another step, he follows.  Back and back and back.  He feels big in this space.  Even though your room is massive, his presence shadows your little world.  When your back hits the wall and he looms in front of you, he is all you can see.  Nothing else exists beyond him. 

“Changbin, we shouldn’t be doing this,” you say, though you know it is useless to protest your liaison with any logic, because this is a matter of the heart and not mind.  That rebellious heart of yours beats faster.  “If anyone found you here… we’d both be in so much trouble.” 

“I won’t let them hurt you,” he says.  He speaks with such easy confidence, like it is a matter of fact and not hope.  He says it so certainly that you almost believe him. 

“You can’t promise that,” you say. 

“Yah, shame on you,” he teases.  “You know I always keep my word.” 

It is true.  Though Changbin has a formidable reputation, it has little basis in actuality.  He is a man of strong moral principle.  He does not like the fighting and brawling and warring.  He does not hurt innocent people, nor does he put civilians at risk for the sake of a stupid business. 

And he has treated you with more loving respect than anyone else in your life. 

Of course you surrender to him, again and again, sighing now as you lean against the wall and release your robe.  It falls open and reveals your little nightdress.  His gaze dives down your body, igniting sparks inside you.  You were once insecure about your appearance, taking to heart your mother’s admonishments, that you were scrawny and gaunt, nothing but a burden as they struggled to find a match for you. 

It is no struggle for Changbin.  He curses even though he has seen you a dozen times.  He holds your hips, then runs his strong hands up your body so you shiver all over.  He cups the back of your head and draws you close, like he intends to kiss you.  You are ready for it, eyelids heavy and lips parting. 

With his other hand, he reaches for his chest holster.  You blink as he slowly draws the gun, as he brings it closer to you.  It feels like your whole body turns to liquid heat, heart thundering as he rests the barrel so delicately against your temple. 

“See, baby,” he says, “if they find us, they’ll blame me.  What was a little thing like you supposed to do, ah?  Fight me?” 

You are breathing harder, already so hot with anticipation.  You gasp when he tugs you closer still, the gun still tapping your temple. 

His lips are so close to yours, they almost touch.

“Poor baby,” he says.  “She’s so good to her family.  It’s not her fault Seo Changbin climbed in her window and fucked her in her little nightdress.”  He moves the gun, making your breath catch again.  The barrel touches your lips then moves down, down.  It brushes a sensitive nipple, then moves lower still.  The cool metal brushes your inner thigh under your nightdress and your knees starting shaking, a delicious heat twisting in your belly.  “Tsk, tsk,” he says.  “No panties.  Maybe it’s not my fault completely.” 

“We really shouldn’t do this,” you say, but it is still not what you want to say. I want you, I need you, so so badly.

He smiles and lifts the gun again, all the way up to your mouth where he taps your lips.

“Do you really think you’re in a position to give orders?” he asks.

It is so funny; Changbin is holding a gun to your lips but you feel more safe than dancing among those people at the party.  You trust him so completely, so irrevocably, that you do not feel truly threatened for even a moment.  There is something so liberating and joyous in allowing your body to go completely lax, in forgetting all your many grievances for the short but blissful time you have with him.  Your heart is so full you could burst. 

You kiss the tip of the gun, then smile. 

“Well,” you say.  “What are you waiting for?” 

He tosses the gun onto the bed so he can hold you with both hands when he kisses you.  You moan against his lips.  His searching hands are careful where he touches you, squeezing and loving. He cups the small curve of your breast in his palm, rubs there until electric desire shoots to every extremity.

You shrug your robe off and he wastes no time gathering you into his arms. He holds you so securely, picking you up with no effort at all.  Then you are pressed against the wall with him pressed against you. 

“Yes, yes,” you say, gasping, as he kisses down your neck.  He hikes you higher, catching you effortlessly, guiding your legs around him as he kisses down to your breasts.  He wraps his lips around a nipple through your dress, making you clench your thighs around him, which makes him giggle like the maniacal tease he is. 

“You like that,” he says, and tugs your dress down to get his mouth on you properly.  He is so good with his tongue.  You feel a little giddy, thinking to yourself that it is his true weapon.  Fast, precise, teasing you and working you until you are tugging at his head and grinding against him. 

“I need you,” you say, breathlessly, “Changbin, Changbin—”  

You seldom take your time, given the danger of the situation.  With the house empty and both your families occupied, you have time tonight to go a little slower, but you simply cannot wait.  You are both accustomed to instant satisfaction when together.  Your body feels wrong without him inside it.  You need him like a breath of air. 

“Please,” you say.

You do not have to beg much.  He fiddles with his belt and his zip, then he repositions you.  You cover your mouth to catch your squeal when he pushes inside you.  He moans into your neck to stifle his own sounds. 

“Baby, so good for me,” he murmurs, sounding intoxicated from the silky feel of you, wrapped around him so completely. 

You know the feeling.  You are incapable of forming sentences, clinging to him desperately as he fucks you steadily against the wall.  He holds you with just one arm, the other palm planted flat to the wall, near your head.  You clutch his big bicep while your other hand sinks in the hair at his nape.   You fuck until he is close, when he carries you to the bed and lays you out. 

You lean forward and take him in your mouth, sucking him down until he comes.  He bites his wrist to keep his volume down. 

You wipe your lips, smiling.  Then you sprawl back on the bed, nightdress turned to little more than a sash around your middle.  You slide it off completely.  Even though he just came, he is already looking you with hungry eyes.  He puts a knee on the bed, evidently ready to pounce.   

You pick up the gun and point it at him, quirking a playful eyebrow.  He blinks at you, surprised, then smiles as well. 

“Baby,” he says.  “That wasn’t the plan.”

“Do you really think you’re in a position to give orders?” you reply. 

It just makes him laugh.  The sound makes your heart gush with sentiment.  He looks so handsome and sweet, hair pushed back, a light sheen of sweat on his neck.  He is still mostly dressed, tucked back into his pants, but they are open and slung low, his shirt all untucked. 

He gazes at you with deep, dark eyes, nothing but affection on his face.  He plays your game and strips his shirt off, then he crawls across the bed until he is close enough for you to rest the barrel of the gun against his temple. 

“Go on,” you say, nodding. 

Truly, his tongue is the greater weapon.  The gun does not stand a chance, falling out of your hand, forgotten, as he descends between your legs.  You feather his hair through your fingers, then dig into his scalp, riding the motion of his mouth as he licks and sucks and kisses you down there.   You come with a shivering sigh, your legs shaking. 

He lifts his head and wiggles his eyebrows.  “Good?” he asks, to which you can only nod.  “Ha-ha,” he says, lightly slapping your thigh.  “Of course it was.  It’s me.”

You laugh, shaking your head and playfully rolling your eyes. 

“You are incorrigible,” you say. 

He climbs up your body and kisses you on the lips, tasting of you.  It makes you whimper, delighted. 

“I think you meant to say incredible,” he teases.  “That’s okay, I understood you anyway.” 

“I’m sure you did,” you say.  Because there is a great deal of truth in that statement.  You and him are on opposite sides of this ridiculous feud, but you are in exactly the same place.  No one understands you better than him. 

That understanding is written all over his face.  He smiles tenderly, cupping your cheek in his hand.  His next kiss is the definition of romance itself, sweet and long, enough to make you swoon. 

“How much time do you think we have?” you ask.

“Not much,” he answers, then kisses you again.  “Don’t think about it now.  It’s okay, baby.  I got you.” 

“I know,” you say.  You wrap your arms around each other and hold tight, kissing again while you can.  The truth is, neither of you is in any position to dictate your fate.  But he kisses you like that does not matter, with no past and no tomorrow on the horizon.   You take control of this moment and consider it a happy ending for as long as you can.   

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[daddyfordaeddy]

Pairing: husband! Mingi x f! Reader x other man! Hongjoong (both fxm and mxm)

Word Count: 1662

Warnings: cursing, none otherwise (smut warnings under cut)

Genre: smut, fluff, rated E for explicit, established relationship au

Summary: Your second man is coming over for a night of passion, and your husband would like to attend

Smut warnings: fingering, oral (male receiving), unprotected (dont do *gun emoji), creampie, some cum play, light breast play, marking, dirty talk, degredation, masturbation, cuckolding, if i missed any lmk!

Look, i know i said time god san was the last of February Filth Fest but cuckolding just appealed to me SO MUCH AHHHH!!! especially with these two! so this is frfr my last one, track 27 - cuckolding <3 hope u enjoy!

and thank u to @sanjoongie for some inspo hehe

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As you step out of the shower, you can hear Mingi practically stomping up the stairs two steps at a time, and you roll your eyes affectionately even though he can’t see it. He probably got home from work while you were in the middle of showering and just decided to wait around for you. You can’t tell whether it’s adorable or hilarious that he insists on greeting you being the first thing he does when he gets home. Maybe it’s both.

“Hey, baby!” Mingi pokes his head around the corner right as you tuck the towel around you. “How was your day?”

“Same old same old.” You open your arms for a hug, Mingi swooping right in, not minding your wet hair. “What are you up to?”

You get your answer as his hands trail down your body, cupping the curve of your ass. “You, hopefully?” Your husband’s voice lilts upwards but you shake your head and step away.

“Sorry, baby, Hongjoong’s coming around today. His face falls but his eyes sparkle with a question in them and you chuckle, leaning forward to brush your nose against his. “As usual, you’re welcome to watch. Or I could just send you pictures of the aftermath you’ll never get to touch.”

You can feel his hard-on pressing into your bare hip, and Mingi nods eagerly. “I’ll watch,” he decides without really deciding. Your big dumb husband who would do anything just for you. You press a sweet kiss to his cheek, patting the soft flesh afterwards.

“He’ll be here in ten. Why don’t you go get comfortable while I get ready, okay? Be good for me.”

In his haste, Mingi almost runs straight into the doorframe and you hold back your laughter as you turn back to the mirror to finish drying your hair and start applying your makeup.

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Hongjoong’s mouth is hungry on yours as he practically swallows each breath you sigh out. His hands are wandering up and down your sides, pinching and pulling at the soft flesh of your breasts. Little whimpers are falling from your mouth but he eats them up like it’s his dinner.

Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Mingi stiff in his desk chair, hand gripping the large bulge in his pants like a horny schoolboy watching porn for the first time. You love him, and how sweet he is, but you sometimes need something just…more. Something Hongjoong fulfils for you.

With his teeth sinking into your neck, Hongjoong draws your attention back to him. “Eyes on me, baby,” he hums, honey dripping from his mouth although his actions are not nearly as sweet. “I’ll fuck you better than he ever could. Big dick and frame, and can hardly use it, hm?”

You moan at his words, and you just know Mingi is getting harder with every sound that leaves either of your mouths. Without warning, Hongjoong shoves two fingers deep inside of your mouth, revelling in the way you had and throws your head back in pleasure. “Shit,” you moan out around his fingers as Hongjoong nips his way down your neck, taking great pleasure in marking you up in front of your watching husband.

As his mouth trails over your breasts, his other hand slips into your panties, pressing against your already-throbbing clit and you squeal at the contact. “Look at you, so needy for me,” Hongjoong growls into your soft flesh. “Mr Song really doesn’t please you enough, hm? You need me to fill the gaps when all he can do is whisper pretty words into your ears and fuck you slow and sweet.”

His voice is still like a dove’s but the words he’s hissing into you aren’t. “Please,” you beg, all feelings of shame are long gone and all you want is more, more, more. “Fuck, please give me more.”

Hongjoong giggles high-pitched, his hard-on pressing into your hip and grinding slightly into the soft fabric of your dress. He likes it best when you dress up nice just to get wrecked, and it only serves to make him harder rutting up against your evening wear. “Already begging for me, huh? Bet I could slide right into your sloppy pussy, Mingi stretching you out just fine but can’t do anything else, huh? Shall we test that theory?”

You barely even noticed how he already had your dress scrunched up on your stomach and your panties around your knees until his fingers ghosted over your core, making you whine. Hongjoong pulls out his thick cock from the tight confines of his sweats, pressing the tip into you, making you whine at the feeling of the burning hot head entering your eager hole.

You moan again and you can practically imagine the way Mingi eyes you swallowing Hongjoong’s cock with your pussy, pouting in the way that drew you to him in the first place. Any and all thoughts of your husband are soon blown straight out of your mind, however, as soon as Hongjoong bottoms out in one swift motion, filling you up so well and hitting that perfect spot inside of you.

Your whines rise in pitch as he immediately starts jackhammering into you, his fingers moving nonstop on your breasts, kneading and massaging them as he mouths at your nipples. “Fuck, Joong,” his name falls from your lips easily, “you’re so good for me.”

You can’t seem to stop singing his praises, and Hongjoong chuckles, eyes trained in on your face as he bites marks into your neck with wild abandon. He laves his tongue over each bruise blooming over your skin, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as his hips create a rhythm. If you focus, you can barely hear Mingi stroking his cock over the slick sounds of your cunt sucking Hongjoong deeper and deeper into you.

Your hands scrabble to find purchase as one of Hongjoong’s hands wanders down to rub at your clit, pinching and pulling at the sensitive bud. “Ah–” You don’t even think you’re making any sort of discernable sound but it hardly seems to matter when Hongjoong’s fucking you so well.

“Mingi.” Hongjoong’s sharp voice cuts through the haze filling your mind, and you turn to see Mingi’s wide eyes staring at Hongjoong like he holds some type of power over the taller man. “Do you want to come closer?”

Mingi nods frantically without inhibitions, desperate for anything. “Come here, baby,” you call for him, voice wrecked just from how well Hongjoong made you feel. “No touching, okay?”

Hongjoong has slowed to careful, precise thrusts as he pulls Mingi closer by the belt loops of his jeans. The difference between your calm demeanour and Hongjoong’s harsh attitude towards your husband only serves to make his cock somehow redder and harder. As he looks up at your husband, Hongjoong’s lips pull into a killer smirk. “Should I teach you how to use your big, dumb cock? But we all know it’ll still never be enough for your wife.”

Mingi’s dick jumps at Hongjoong’s words and he whines low in his throat. It’s confirmation enough for Hongjoong, who leans down to take just the tip into his mouth, swirling his tongue over the velvet head and dipping into the slit. Mingi gasps, the veins in his neck popping out as it takes all his willpower not to come right then and there.

Hongjoong’s other hand leaves your breast to fondle Mingi’s balls and he pops off with a crazed grin. “Already gonna blow so soon? This is why you can’t please (Y/N) enough. Always busting a nut early and leaving her with nothing. Why else do you think I’m here, huh? Do what your big, dumb, cock can’t. I may be smaller than you, but she surely prefers me.”

Mingi’s cock twitches again, and before he can burst, Hongjoong dips his head again, sheathing the entire length into his mouth and Mingi comes, shooting ropes upon ropes of searing cum into Hongjoong’s mouth.

Hongjoong doesn’t stop stroking Mingi until every last drop is milked, and then he dips his head and lets the come dribble out onto your pussy, his cock pushing Mingi’s cum into your pulsing cunt. “See, there you go, Mingi,” Hongjoong says, his tone so condescending but it only serves to make your brain even fuzzier, “it’s your come, but I’ll do all the work for you. Since you clearly can’t do it yourself.”

You grab at Hongjoong’s hand, whining loudly, and he looks at you in surprise. “More,” you whine, the only thing on your mind is your release.

With a knowing look, Hongjoong says nothing and returns to pounding you into the mattress, your high getting closer and closer until it finally breaks and crashes over you like wave after wave. “Fuck,” you cry out, head thrown back as your legs shake and your cunt flutters around Hongjoong’s cock. It seems to be the only word you can pronounce, repeating it over and over until you can feel your mind clearing up. Your body feels so heavy on the mattress and you feel like you could just sink into it.

Warm hands roam their way up your torso to your face, and Hongjoong’s face pokes into your line of vision as he peppers kisses on your cheeks. “Good?” he asks, and you nod hazily.

“Good.”

You reach out your arms, and as usual, both Hongjoong and Mingi fall into them, wrapping their bodies around you. “I still gotta clean you up, you know,” Hongjoong hums but you whine and just pull them closer.

“Not yet. I wanna lie down.”

Mingi chuckles into your ear. “You’ve been lying down since we started, baby. You’re such a pillow princess.”

You make a face at him. “Brave words from someone who came from someone kissing their dick. Now shut up and give me a kiss.”

With another laugh, both your men acquiesce and your heart fills with warmth.

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[in-daddy-price-we-trust]

All I Wanted - Part 3

summary: when you are kidnapped discovered by TF141 they can't help but fall in love.

pairing: 141 x fem!teen!reader (platonic)

warnings: mentions of child abuse, drugs, canon typical violence, kidnapping

Part 1 Part 2

A/N: so uh.. not dead.. I kinda forgot about thos between school and life so apologies for not posting.. for two months.. anyways, enjoy the chapter <3

You POV

Soap continued to ramble on about this and that, with Gaz occasionally butting in when necessary, as the pair showcased the base to you and how they weren't staying much longer. Something about how they had better chances finding this Nombre person in Mexico, where they were originally.

Gaz brought up the other members when they entered the shooting range, just past the training room. Apparently the barracks were deeper into the facility, (how much you believe that you aren't entirely sure). He pointed to two figures standing next to eachother, conversing with adoration in their eyes, "That's Alejandro-" you followed his finger to the taller of the two, "-And that's Rudy, they're a package deal if you get what I mean," To ensure his comment came across perfectly, Gaz shot you a wink.

With a clap on the back, Soap pushed you towards the two lovebirds. It was Alejandro who noticed you first, "Ah, here she is! Hola, niña, estas muy pequeño!" Rudy looked at the man fiercely before elbowing him in the ribs, "Qué? I was just pointing out the obvious mi vida!" A long sigh left Rudy at Alejandro's incompetence.

"So sorry about him, Ale can be, stupid occasionally," Rudy's smile was warm and inviting. Alejandro scowled at Rudy before giving a sympathetic grin towards you, a nod of the head as an apology.

"Do you want to show us how well you can shoot?" Soap gestured to the gun poking out of the duffle bag, a cheeky look in his eyes.

You moved too quickly for them to register, the eye piercing pink with hello kitty, kirby and cat stickers moulded into the metal of the rifle. A sparkly purple keychain dangling from it, blue stars twinkling alongside. The hold was confident, strong and firm, an aim to please familiar to the hardened soldiers.

Gaz gave a soft chuckle at the obvious excitement, pointing in the direction of the shooting range. Lines of plywood separating lanes with hip level metallic benches. Long pathways with human shaped targets, most paper but a few were made of a harder substance such as cardboard. Some of these were hidden behind more bits of scrap wood.

Practically skipping over and setting up the perfect first shot. And that's what it was; well maybe to some it could have been better but instantly the gun continued to fire again at a different target, and then another and another. Bullet casings falling past your face at each reload.

To be honest, you could have gone the whole day, it was when a hand on your shoulder pulled you away from the rhythmic sound of metal hitting the cold concrete. The action made you jerk, a startled yelp following as you whipped your head to the side, staring up at Skully. A very audible gulp was heard throughout the now silent room.

For a while nothing happened. A staring contest happening between the two of you before he spoke up, "..Sorry.." his voice was rough and deep, the words so softly spoken you were sure you misheard the behemoth of a man. "Good shot kiddo, but think about breathing. You're gonna make yourself pass out if you hold ya' breath for that long, hmm?" His eyes were an endless void of darkness, the coffee and gold colours swirling into a beautiful helix of patterns. The words soaked into your brain as you came to the conclusion.

"Yes Sir!" The smile plastered on your face was one of pure adoration, the twinkle in your eyes matching that on the glitter sparkling on the rifle, still clasped in your almost too small hands.

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The shooting lasted a while. Each man giving tips and tricks to you, letting you improve on your gunmanship. Eventually, the sun slowly lowered in the sky, and the canteen opened for dinner. A selection of grimy looking slop, greens, beans and a lukewarm soup.

They gave recommendations of what to have and what to avoid (mostly the slop). The soup was better than you thought. Leek and potato. Though, there weren't any potatoes in it, just soft clumps of leek with other veggies thrown in to pad it out.

Tables weren't assigned in the mess hall, but it seemed each group had claimed a table. You bit your lip, standing in the middle, tray in hand. A whistle caught your attention, Gaz calling you over to their table.

You set the tray down next to Ghost before Price walked in, marching over to table 141. He gave you a warm smile as he saw you eating. "Glad to see ya eating, dolly," in return, you gleamed up at him, a spoonful of soup making its way down your throat.

At least half an hour passed, the group chattering and giggling at the stories and jokes that were passed around, before a yawn interrupted the fun. It was Soap who noticed - "Aye lass, ya tir'd?" a meek nod a was All it took before he started to rise, being stopped by the Captain.

"I've got her Johnny. Cmon dolly, I'll show ya you're room," A hum was all that followed.

The walk was comfortable, going back through the winding halls and plain walls. Price stopped abruptly at one of the doors, Knockin on the solid wood. "Here ya are. I put ya next to me, hope you don't mind, you get a bigger room- and~" He drew out the ending as he opened the door, "-an ensuite bathroom!"

You giggled at the man, going in and exploring the room a bit. "Does that mean I have to listen to your snoring, sir?" It was said cheekily, the smirk evident on your face and the chuckle on his lips.

"Aye, so better invest in some ear plugs!"

Giggles erupted from you, turning to face him. Braces were on show with how wide your grin was. "Thank you.." was all that was said. And a nod was all that was needed, Price turned leaving the room with a click of the door.

You faceplanted onto the bed, soft duvet covers wrapping around you like a burrito as sleep quickly overcame you. Soft snores left you as the moon rises high into the sky.

-

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Drawn Together 2

Warnings: non/dubcon, obsession, intimidation, and other dark elements.

Character: Steve Rogers

Summary: You get a tattoo on an impulse to break your routine, but you walk away with something else as permanent as the ink.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You admire the tattoo through the plastic film. It’s so vibrant and red. The outline is beautiful and precise. You worried it would be less than with all your fidgeting but the hours of sitting paid off wonderfully.

You set your feet flat as Sam tosses his gloves and gathers up his tools. You fix the flat pleats of your straight cut skirt and smooth your white blouse. Plain and simple and neat. Just how everything in your life is. Well, except your tattoo.

You’re almost giddy. You feel so… edgy. You know you’re not but you’re going to enjoy the idea.

Your excitement is short lived as a heat settles over you. Like a shell you can’t see. You latch onto your wrist, holding your arms in front of you meekly as you peek across the shop. That man, Steve, he’s watching you again. You’re not sure he ever stopped as you kept your eyes on your round-toed flats for most of the time.

He smiles. The expression deepens the lines in his face and adds definition to his bearded jaw. His blue eyes sparkle deviously as you shy away. That’s the kind of boy, well, man, your mother would warn you about. Fifteen years ago and today.

You follow Sam to the counter and stir out your wallet from your black purse. You count out the rest of the fee in cash and hand it over. He explains the after care as he checks your count.

“Once you see blood under that film, you should take it off. Don’t keep it on longer than six hours. Don’t wrap it after and try to wear light clothing.”

“First ink?” The man interrupts, causing you to visibly flinch. Sam looks over your head and you hesitate to answer.

“Um, yes,” you turn your head only slightly and raise your voice so he can hear over the buzz.

“Can’t see it from here. What is it?”

“Steve, mind your business,” Sam retorts as he closes the till, “sorry about that. He’s always been too nosy for his own good.”

“You don’t gotta apologise for me,” Steve calls back, “I’m curious, is all. Sweetheart, if I disturbed you, I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine,” you bend your ankle nervously and try to muster a smile at Sam, “thanks, I really like it. I love it. The colour is so good.”

“Appreciate it. As long as you're happy, I’m happy,” he grins, “here, take this.” He takes out a small booklet, “it’s everything you need to know about aftercare. Keep it clean, don’t touch it.”

“Oh, great,” you accept it, “that’s wonderful.” You tuck it into your purse, “thanks again. I’ll, er, I’ll go.”

“Have a good day,” Sam responds smoothly, a much needs balance for your awkwardness.

You turn and head for the door. You hear a low growl and peer back as you push through. Nat lifts her gun and punches Steve’s arm as he leans to keep an eye on you.

“Would you sit fucking still?” She hisses as he snickers in amusement.

You escape his gaze and the shop swiftly. That went a lot better than you thought. You only wish he hadn’t been there. Watching. A scary man like him, tattoos and all.

Well, you’ll never have another reason to go back to the shop or see that man. You had your dose of rebellion.

🎹

You resist the urge to scratch your ankle. You have discipline. An overbearing degree of discipline. Hammered so deep that you’re left hewn in rigid stone.

The rules. You’ve always been good at following those. It’s the one talent you have.

Aside from the piano.

You set up for the day, your ritual the same as every other. You change the water in the vase and place the long stems inside. The lilies are starting to wilt but they look good enough. You put them on the window sill, a soft breeze flowing in and fluttering the curtains.

You quickly brush a feather duster around the apartment, searching for any spec of dust. You’re gentle at the piano, the old boxy instrument is finely tuned despite its worn varnish. The bench is in a better state as you recently had it reupholstered.

You kick the corner of the carpet down as it folded over with an errant step and you pause to check out the tattoo. It’s so cool. Or cool to you. It’s probably lame to everyone else.

You imagine the rolling eyes and low whispers. Not really the tattoo type…

The boring type. That’s what you are. You live in your corner of the world and you keep to it. You don’t impinge, you don’t intrude, you are a very mindful person. Of others as much as yourself.

You fold the dusters and hang it in the closet from the hook on the inside of the door. You shut it, the hinges squeaking slightly. The walkup was inherited along with the piano. Both belonged to your grandfather. The same man who taught you how to play.

You breathe out as you run your fingertips along the belt of your dress. Some would say it’s out of style, you say it’s vintage. Nothing too flashy. Forest green with cap sleeves.

It’s always a bit nerve wracking to take on a new student. Amanda moved away and so the vacancy needs to be filled. You keep to a particular capacity. Both to maintain your sanity and your finances. Too many and you won’t be an effective teacher, too few and you won’t be able to afford the keys to practice.

It’s not too difficult. Usually their parents walk them in, talk a little bit, and go. Some of them stay after a few lessons to hear their children’s progress. You offer them tea if they do and some shortbread cookies; your grandmother’s secret recipe.

You pace as you check your watch, a slender golden chain attached to an oval face. You tap the glass with your fingernail and sigh. Two minutes.

You twirl and repeat your steps across the rug, just across the top of the stairs. You pull down your lip anxiously but correct the impatient habit quickly. Don’t fidget so much. Stop picking at yourself. Your mother’s voice lives in your head.

You circle around and straighten the framed embroidery above the antique side table. You lean back on your heel and consider it. Still a bit off. You work at getting it perfect, your obsession pierced by the doorbell.

You recoil and go to the top of the stairs. You look down and see a silhouette on the other side of the half-moon pane set into the thick walnut door. You glide your hand down the banister as you descend and steady yourself at the bottom.

You set your shoulders and smile. You’ve done this so many times before. Why are you so unsure? When have you ever been sure? Oh gosh, what if they see your tattoo? What if they think you’re trouble?

You grasp the curled handle and twist it. You pull the door open and your cheek twitches in surprise as you face the unexpectedly familiar face. You blink long and hard. You don’t believe it. It can’t be him. You must be dreaming. That must be why this whole day has felt so surreal.

“Hi,” Steve’s deep tone washes over you like a tide.

“Um, hello,” you look to the right, then the left, then at him. He’s alone. It’s just him. Why is he here?

You can’t be mistaken. You see the tattoos peeking out at the ends of his jacket sleeves along his knuckles. His newest addition shows through the white fabric of his plain cotton tee. It’s definitely the same man. How could you forget those eyes?

“I’m here for piano lessons? This is the right unit, right?”

“Piano? I– yeah, I teach but, er…” you reach to rub your neck and his gaze follows the gesture before returning to your face. He watches you intently, just like at the shop. “I usually teach–”

“Beginners,” he smirks, “yeah, I know I’m a bit old but I always wanted to learn.”

“Well, of course, um, anyone can learn but I…” you try not to show your confusion.

It’s not his age. You’ve taught adults before. No, it’s that he’s even there. This can’t be a coincidence, can it? Or maybe he doesn’t even remember you.

“So, you healing up?”

“What?”

“The tattoo.”

“Oh, uh,” you look down at your feet, “sure. It’s… alright.”

“I’m dying to scratch mine,” he chuckles, “which is why I need something to keep my hands busy.”

“Yes, I mean, okay,” you grip the door tightly.

“All cards on the table, I heard you in the shop say you taught piano,” he confesses, “I looked you up. I’m sorry. I hope that’s not weird.”

You let out a long breath. It is weird but he is being honest. He doesn’t seem like he’s up to anything. And anyone can get a tattoo, even you. So maybe he isn’t too bad. And maybe you need the cheque.

“You’re late,” you say, “usually I ask my students to be ten minutes early.”

“Got it,” he nods, “promise, it won’t happen again.”

“Put your shoes on the mat,” you back up and open the door, “since we’re already behind, I won’t have time for the tea.”

“Maybe next time,” he breaks the threshold as he peers around at the entryway, “nice place.”

“It is,” you say, “the piano is upstairs.”

You spin on your heel and scurry up the steps. You cling to the railing to keep yourself on your feet. Now that he’s inside, you’re even less sure about this.

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[mariacrow]

Hi! Can I request bayverse bumblebee celebrating reader's birthday? Just really fluffy unlimited attention that they haven't gotten from anyone else in years 🙏 I ask cuz it was my birthday recently and I've been feeling pretty down about everything 😔 Thanks! ❤️

Sweetheart, I know exactly how you feel. I am so sorry to hear this… I know I made a schedule for the requests but I need to write this first! 💛

I hope you enjoy honey and happy birthday! 🥳🐝

❁ Bumblebee x reader ❁

2nd person

angst and fluff

female reader

takes place after Transformers: The Last Knight

takes place in the reader’s backyard and garage

bad mood on your birthday, comfort, gifts

Bumblebee was so excited for your birthday. He could barely go into stasis the previous night. He spent the whole night in the garage, making you a gift. Being the clumsy bot he is, he was making a lot of noise and a lot of mess despite being as careful as possible. He was trying his best not to wake you up because then you’d come to check on him and the surprise would be ruined.

Unfortunately, around 3am, he knocked down A WHOLE ASS SHELF in your garage. The tall metal structure banged on the floor and made the whole house shake. As he started panicking, he was turning around and knocking down more stuff, trying to pick it up along with everything that fell off of it.

Soon he could hear your footsteps approaching. With no room to transform into a car due to all the mess, he was stuck. You opened the garage door and to his surprise, in your sleepy state, you couldn’t see properly due to your blurry sight.

“Bee…? You okay in there…?” you asked while rubbing your eye and yawning. You were so cute with your messy hair and twisted pajamas.

“Mhm mhm!” he buzzed while trying to hide the unfinished gift behind his back along with all the mess.

“Why aren’t you in stasis…?” you were almost sleep walking, you probably won’t remember half of this in the morning.

He looked around in panic and awkwardly shrugged, mimicking what would sound like “I don’t know”

“Mmmrr okay… See you in the morning then, goodnight…” as you went back to bed.

He ex vented in relief as he, now calmly, started putting everything where it belongs.

He only got a couple of hours of stasis when he finished with your birthday present. But it was just enough for him. He woke up happier than ever! He was impatiently walking around your backyard waiting for you to wake up while holding your birthday gift behind his back.

But you were nowhere to be found… You didn’t spread your curtains and happily say good morning like you always do… You didn’t play loud music while doing your morning routine…

He was getting worried. Then he saw you in the kitchen, eating your breakfast as if someone is holding a gun to your head. He bowed and tapped on your backyard door.

You smiled a little and waved at him. He waved back and gestured you should come out. And you did. Dragging your feet and lazily opening the backyard door.

He immediately grabbed you and started spinning you around in his safe grasp while mimicking the tune of the birthday song.

“Bee! Wait- ahh! Hahaha!” you couldn’t help but laugh. He was so joyful.

He brought you closer to his face plate and nuzzled his muzzle against your cheek, as if he was kissing you. You gave him a hug, “Ahh! That tickles!” you giggled.

He then looked at you with wide sparkling optics. But then his expression softened as he noticed you aren’t as excited as you’re supposed to.

“What’s the matter…?” he asked over the radio.

“Nothing, just.. I don’t know. I’m not used to all this… My mood always hits rock bottom when my birthday comes…”

He let out a low, sad buzz as he gently rubbed your back with his digit.

“But— it’s your— special day!”

“I know, Bee… I’m trying to think that way too…”

“Please… Don’t be— sad…”

He made you smile. Your puppy eyes made him melt. Another low buzz rumbled in his chassis as he brought you closer to his face plate again, closing his optics as he snuggled.

“You’re right…” you cupped his precious face, “I should enjoy this day. With you…”

He nodded like a little kid as his optics filled with excitement.

“I made— something— for you.” he said as he finally showed you what he was holding behind his back all along.

It was a bouquet of 5 flowers made out of wires poked in a metal plate and tied from underneath along with a butterfly and a bumblebee. It wasn’t perfect but you could definitely figure what it was.

You gasped and covered your mouth. You were speechless, taking it and carefully holding it.

“Bee… You made this…?” tears almost filled your eyes.

He nodded. He pointed at the butterfly and then at you. He then pointed at the bumblebee and then at himself.

“Oh! I get it! The butterfly is me and the bumblebee is you!” you said happily.

He rapidly nodded again, it seemed as if he was smiling.

“I… I’m speechless! This is the best birthday present I’ve ever gotten!” joy and gratitude was written all over your face. It made his young spark melt.

“Anything— for you— Y/N.”

“So that’s why you were making a mess in the garage last night!” you laughed as you figured.

He rubbed the back of his helm as he innocently shrugged, looking like this: “😅”

“Oh, my dearest Bee- WOAH!”

He suddenly transformed which made you laugh as you found yourself in the driver’s seat of the Chevy with the creative sculpture in your lap (which will proudly stand in your bedroom).

“Now let’s— go get— a birthday cake!”

“Hell yeah!”

He floored it through the garage, again knocking down some stuff, mostly flowerpots.

“BEE!!!” to which he laughed.

“You did that on purpose, didn’t you?”

“Buzzbuzz~” which sounded like “maybe”.

“What do you mean “maybe”? You silly!” you playfully kicked him to which he made you jolt in your seat.

You kept nudging him while laughing as he was making you bounce in the driver’s seat. All that matters to him is your happiness, your smile, your laugh… Your laugh is like music to his audio receptors.

“I love you, Bee… to Cybertron and back!”

“Nooo— I love you— more!”

“Nu-uh! I love YOU more!”

“Nu-uh!” he imitated you.

And you went on and on while enjoying the ride to the local bakery. He really made you feel special, like a princess. You are his princess after all and he wants only the best for you. His spark aches when you’re sad… Especially on a day like this!

Of course he turned on the radio. You sang along and enjoyed the fun ride.

Of course the cake was yellow with sunflowers and bumblebees. He convinced you to buy candles too. Back at home, in the backyard, he prepared a little picnic for you. He placed a blanket on the grass and prepared the cake. He hummed the birthday song’s tune for you again.

“Make a wish darling~” he used a movie quote.

When you blew out the candles he clapped for you and squeezed you in his arms which almost made you lose your breath.

He fed you, played with your hair, nuzzled into your neck, gently swayed you from side to side to the music… He really made you feel like the only person on the planet. A lonely butterfly dancing with a happy bumblebee.

His one and only.

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[dairy-farmer]

No idea if this is your cup of tea, but it's a compelling thought! What if?? BRUCE was the one who got fucked?

First, I mean.

Just your average Heroic Shenanigans. Cartoonish ray gun. They get zapped. And their bodies go from Cis A to Cis B, as it were. Still both guys. But now? TIM is the Cisgendered male and Bruce is sporting magnificent sweater meats.

Their enemy sees his life flash before his eyes.

He just bimbo-ified Batman.

Boobies.

It ends, for him, in INCREDIBLE pain. And Bruce seizes the ray gun. Tim is just marveling at his fresh new Penis. You... you think he'll get chest hair, B? A beard? *shoujo eye sparkle*

Bruce knows a trap when he sees one. Get your barely pubescent ass in the car, Robin.

Sadly? (For Bruce at least.) IVY~☆! Our girl, back at it again! Moving the plot forward!! Wooooo! But oh NO! THIS Time? Bruce has girly bits! Robin's been hit! There is NO WAY IN HELL he is hiring a prostitute or asking CLARK. Isn't even sure Clark COULD help, what with being a different species.

The guilt and self blame is crippling.

Robin is suffering.

Bruce feels like a knife is digging into him. But he drives anyway. Gets his whimpering son, ink barely even dry on those pages, and him decontamination. Struggles to think. They need... certain proteins. Well, HE does. Tim has been made cis gendered. He just needs... too...

Bruce's brilliant mind grinds to a halt.

Their temperature is climbing.

They very much DO risk cooking alive. Fuck. Damn it. It shouldn't...

Tim deserves better then this. But it's what he has. Bruce can only promise himself to take care of him, make things feel good.

So he scoops Tim up, takes him back to his own room, and gets him settled on the bed. And, admittedly, he's usually on the RECEIVING side... but he has always been a quick study. He knows what feels good.

From the almost wounded cry and helpless arching of his back? He'd guess Tim agrees. Let's Tim desperately grab his hair like a life line, as he carefully relaxes his throat, sucks him down. Bruce finds there's a pattern to it. It's almost meditative.

Tim, however, is losing his mind.

And that's BEFORE Bruce straddles him. Grinding powerful hips down on his new, barely an hour old cock. He wants to buck and squirm but Bruce won't let him. Is forced to be still for him. Be GOOD. As he watches Bruce, Batman, use Tim's cock to take his own virginity.

Can only hold on, desperately bucking his hips, begging, as Bruce rides him. Wondering if he would feel even half as good. Half as wet and tight, as hot. Trying to remember how Bruce is moving his hips for future reference, but being overwhelmed. Cumming. Utterly sloppy.

And? Bruce being unable to look away from how DESPERATE Tim is for him. Humping and writhing underneath him, sweaty and ruined. Nuzzling into every touch like it's the best thing he's ever felt. Feeling in control for once. Calm.

It's dangerously addictive.

Bruce has built up something of a resistance too Pollen. Tim hasn't yet. So it takes a WHILE to bring Tim's fever down. He fills Bruce up. Makes a mess of himself. All the while, whining for Bruce to soothe him, milk him, more. Adorable and fussy.

Bruce knows he shouldn't be enjoying this so much.

But the slick tribute to how GOOD he made his boy feel, running down his legs when he stands up? Makes him want to do things to Tim with a cock he doesn't even have right now. He controls himself instead. Tells himself it's the Pollen. Cleans them up and cuddles Tim close, to help with the crash.

....is absolutely lying to himself, he realizes, after he figure out how the Ray gun works.

They are back to their original genders. But his eyes can't seem to leave Tim. Thoughts drifting, planning and plotting and they tend too, on how he should... WOULD... EXACTLY, go about... Relieving Tim of a Pollen Fever. If, say, a counter-agent were unavailable.

One must always have a plan, after all.

And, technically, it WOULD be his first time. Again. Which... really, given the statistics... that seems dangerous. Doesn't it? What if he DOES get hit again? He could get traumatized. Come to believe sex is painful and frightening. It's... it's practically, Bruce's DUTY, isn't it? Too insure that he kearn in a safe environment?

He should lose his virginity to someone trustworthy. Somewhere clean, safe, where it's possible for his partner to take their time. And since it's already happened ONCE...

Bruce, master of self-justification, pulls Tim into his room for round two. Lazily eats him out like he has nowhere else to be, Tim pinned and unable to escape the teasing. Gentle, persistent, fingers working him open til his body seems to just give up. Is able to take what ever Bruce decides to push into him.

Bruce starting slow but working up to mercilessly pounding his best spots, making everything light up behind his eyes. Fucking noises out of him Tim would be embarrassed by, if his brain wasn't melted goo.

Bruce getting addicted.

Someday a woman, some days a man, but always pounding Tim against every surface he can find. Letting him cling and be needy. Pump loads into him, when the options there. Fucking loads into him, when the chance arises.

They end up pregnant. Yes, both of them.

Damian arrived. Agitated and strained things. Tim needed to know Bruce loved him. And... well, a weekend away turned into a week... Bruce forgot to pack the birth control... was unaware they even COULD get pregnant, switching between forms like that...

......suprise?

The noise Dick makes is unholy and pure wrath.

He tries to kill him.

-🐼🐼🐼

bimbo-ified bruce 😭

the two of them ending up pregnant at the same time because bruce was completely focused on getting what he wanted 😩

him baby trapping tim x 2😩😩

#answered asks #asks #anonymous #brutim

[ugh-yoongi]

Can I request for the Yoongi drabble event a scenario like meeting an old high school crush at a reunion. Thank you and also wishing a happy birthday to Bee!

thank you so much for the request! not sure this is exactly what you had in mind, but i hope you enjoy it anyway!

also gonna plug one of my all-time favorite fics to further scratch your high school reunion min yoongi itch: a love that endures by @cinnaminsvga ♡

unsaid

pairing: yoongi x gn!reader genre: high school reunion au, estranged best friends to lovers, fluff warnings: reader has misanthrophic and illegal tendencies, mentions of alcohol, drug use (weed), swearing, yoongi has a thing against accountants, vague american setting just so the things i say make sense, unedited. rating: mature i guess? wordcount: 1k listen to: unsaid by flor

it's bee's birthday! send me yoongi requests and/or fic recs!

You’re too old for this kind of shit.

You’d known exactly what you’d signed up for. A ten-year high school reunion doesn’t leave much room for interpretation, so you’re not exactly surprised, you’re just tired. It’s been hours of playing politics, playing pretend. Smiling at people whose names you wouldn’t be able to remember with a gun to your head as they talk endlessly about their marriages, their kids, their cushy jobs.

The pictures are the worst part.

There’s only so many different ways you can ooh and ahh over a fucking goldendoodle.

And of course—of course you had to elect a complete teetotaler as your class president, so it’s the Prohibition Era all over again even though you’re twenty-eight years old and alcohol has been legal again since 1933.

Fuck, you really need to get out of here.

Someone’s at your side showing you another picture of a wrinkled newborn. Karma is real and this is it, you think. When you die and inevitably go to hell, it’s going to be full of people showing you pictures on cracked iPhone screens. Dogs with cloudy eyeballs, unfocused pictures taken on cruise ships, kids with chocolate smeared on their faces, golf trips. How much of this can a person conceivably take? Surely there’s a limit.

Wordlessly, you abandon the person to your right. Don’t bother excusing yourself, because you haven’t seen these people in ten years and you’re going to make it twenty with no issue, and push your way through the crowd. Sparser now than it had been an hour ago, because all the people with sense did their rounds and bailed as soon as they realized it was a non-alcoholic event.

You’ve got to admit: even if your class president is a teetotaler, they picked a good venue.

From where you stand, the city sparkles below you. The summer breeze is cool on your skin, wraps around you like a safety blanket, and maybe you hadn’t had the good sense to leave earlier, but you’re nothing if not a pre-planner. So you rifle through your bag, let out a quiet hurrah of triumph when you spot your lighter and the joint you’d rolled, and it’s stuck between your lips and lit in a nanosecond.

“Feel like sharing?”

You startle. Swear as you fumble and drop your lighter. You’d know that voice anywhere, because it’s been ten years and it still sounds the same. A little rougher around the edges, but that’s to be expected with the passage of time. “It’s been ten years, Min Yoongi. I don’t know where you’ve been.”

“Is that a no?”

You shrug. Hand the joint over. Try to ignore how familiar this feels. “Can’t believe you showed up to this thing.”

“Me neither,” he retorts, words jumbled together. He flicks the lighter once, twice, and then there’s a spark and a flame. He takes a hit, holds it, blows the smoke into the night. “Thought maybe you’d show up, though. Looks like I was right.”

“That seems a bit drastic. You could’ve added me on Facebook like a normal person.”

He snorts. Rolls his eyes. “Do I seem like the Facebook type?” Takes another hit.

“You seem like the type to smoke all my fucking weed. I said I’d share, not do charity work.”

Yoongi’s laugh is a little condescending. Might even sound cruel if he were capable of it. “Wow. You haven’t changed a bit, huh?”

How would you know, you want to say, we haven’t spoken in ten years. But then Yoongi’s mean little laugh morphs into something softer. A smile. “Thank god. I thought you’d show up with a ring on your finger and three kids and be, like, a fuckin’ accountant or something.”

“The hell is that supposed to mean?” You take the joint when he hands it back. “What’s wrong with accountants?”

He ignores your question, just lets the two of you exist alongside one another. The city is always loud, but it’s peaceful from where you are, passing a joint back and forth with a person you used to know better than you knew yourself. A person who’d left at the first opportunity and never looked back.

A person you spent a lot of time mourning, both because you missed him and because there was so much left unsaid.

“I think I used to be in love with you back in high school,” you say, because you’re not sure if you’ll get another chance. Ten years ago you’d thought you had all the time in the world. “And then you left and I was kind of a mess for a while, so I think I have changed. I have trauma now.”

He quirks an eyebrow. “Yeah, you’re full of shit. You’ve always had trauma.”

“That’s not very nice.” You pout.

“I seem to recall more than one night out with you that nearly ended with both of us in the back of a cop car.”

You shrug. “Wasn’t much else to do around here. At least I got it out of my system early.”

“Mm, yeah. Think I was in love with you back then, too, though.”

A disbelieving laugh tumbles out of you. Figures. There’s a lot you’ve never managed to get right, so you aren’t surprised to have another to add to the list. Maybe the two of you would’ve been able to overcome a year or two, five at the most, but ten is… ten is a lot. Ten feels insurmountable. The Yoongi beside you is not the Yoongi you knew back then, has changed in all the same ways you have.

A spark: “You wanna get out of here?”

“And go where?” you ask.

And a flame: “Wherever you want.”

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nah bc hangman taking you flying for a date??? 🥹

i think about this with hangman and the other top gun guys all the time, yes yes yes!!!

i ended up doing some small headcanons for this, i hope you enjoy! 💌

Hangman gives the vibe that he comes from a family with money and a Naval pilot background, so for the context of this, his family already own one or two smaller aircrafts.

When you meet him at his family’s hanger, he’s wearing his old Naval bomber jacket, dog tags and his aviator sunglasses.

He just looks so fucking good. When he greets you with a soft kiss on your cheek, his jacket smells like expensive cologne and pine oak.

He’s holding a small wicker basket that can fit in the aircraft, filled with a bottle of sparkling white wine and two glasses.

Holding your hand to help you into the cockpit!!! stop it!!!

Hangman would like to remind you constantly that he is the best of the best. “I’m sorry, I just have to tell you these things for safety, but don’t worry, you’ll be fine. You’re flying with someone who graduated top of his class.” He says with a cocky grin and a slick wink in your direction.

I like to think perhaps you’re not in the Navy yourself and don’t have the first clue about planes, so when you see Hangman flying his own damn plane, keeping you, his precious cargo safe? It makes you fall for him, and fall hard.

But he’s just as smitten, watching how your eyes light up as you take in your surroundings. You can’t really believe you’re seeing the sun set from this high.

dreamy sigh 💖 oh dear anon, thank you so much for this! this really would be a dream huh? 🥺💌

#💌you’ve got mail #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin x you #jake hangman seresin x reader #jake hangman x reader #jake seresin #hangman x reader

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Expanding the Flock

Fandom: Grishaverse: SIx of Crows Summary: The five times that they tried to have a baby and the one time that it worked. Warnings: Trans male pregnancy, miscarriages, mentions of self harm, canon backstories/trauma, brief sex scenes, and childbirth Word Count: 16,873 Ship(s): Kaz Brekker/Jesper Fahey/Inej Ghafa/Matthias Helvar/Wylan Van Eck/Nina Zenik

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A/N: So I'm back on my bullshit when it comes to writing things that only I will like. I love angst, my autistic interest is pregnancy/birth, and Kaz is one of the characters I love to torture here. I hope that whoever else this appeals to enjoys it! Stay sissy and bitchy everyone &lt;3

1. Jesper

He had gone out on a nice date with his husband that night. They had stopped by their favorite cafe and shared a bottle of wine and more pastries than their wife needed to know about before they had gone to the new opera house to watch a show that was a shared favorite of theirs. They had held hands as they walked along the side of the river and giggled together over the jokes that the actors had made. It had been a wonderful night and it was going to be topped off with what he hoped would end up with them both sweating and cuddled up together on their big bed.

That had been before two incredibly stupid looking goons had stepped out from an alley that they were passing by and started yelling at them. The one on the left had long red hair that was brushed out so that it had almost become as fluffy and big as Jesper’s hair, but down to his waist instead of tucked up against his head. He was wearing a pair of mismatched socks that were only on display because his pants had been hacked off at the knee with what appeared to be safety scissors. The one on the right had short black hair and his left arm was such a tight network of scars that it hung uselessly down at his side. They were both dressed in a very distinctive pink and orange polka dot pattern and they were both holding guns. 

“Don’t resist, come with us quietly!” the one on the left almost screamed. Jesper would have felt bad for him if the wasn’t threatening his husband.

“Are you attempting to kidnap us?” Kaz asked, raising a brow as an amused smirk began to pull at his lips. Jesper was so unafraid of what the thugs had to offer that he turned his head to the side so that he could admire the absolute beauty that was his husband. It sent flutters of butterflies up from his stomach to his heart and then down to his fingertips. Kaz was bathed in the flickering yellow light from the oil lamps and the silvery moonlight. His skin almost glowed when he was in this kind of mood and it was addicting.

Jesper snapped his attention back to the attempted fight at hand when the thugs began to move. He flicked his coat back and pressed his thumb to the pearl handle of his revolver just to remind himself that it was there if he ended up needing to use it. He didn’t really want to have to kill the new thugs since they hadn’t learned their lesson, it likely wasn’t even their fault. Whoever had sent them to try and do business with Dirtyhands and his sharpshooter should have told them what they were getting into. Maybe he could convince Kaz to just knock them out and then leave them in the alley they had jumped from, since he was already in a good mood. 

They looked towards each other and then turned back towards the duo. “We-we’re mugging you!”

“You’re mugging us? I don’t think that anyone has mugged me like this since I was seven,” Kaz snorted.

“You weren’t even in Ketterdam when you were seven,” Jesper whispered through a snort. He saw the dark sparkle in his husband’s eye and knew that Kaz was enjoying toying with the two thugs.

“We’re mugging you!” the thug on the left replied, though he dropped one of his hands from his gun to itch at his leg.

“Likely,” Kaz hummed. “If you want to get money from people in the Barrel then you should learn how to run a con or pick-pocket. If you can’t manage either of those then you could always attempt to sell yourself to one of the whorehouses, though they don’t take the extra guests.”

That got the thugs angry enough that they actually launched themselves at Jesper and Kaz, which was about the stupidest thing that they could have done other than coming after the Bastard of the Barrel in the first place.

They seemed to have the same idea about how they were going to deal with their new problem, thankfully. Jesper went for the one on the right and Kaz went for the one on the left, neither of them bothering to pay attention to the other because of how many fights that they had endured alongside each other. Jesper grabbed the thug’s wrist and then slammed it down onto the streetlamp that they were next to so that the nerves frayed. It caused the thug to let go of his pea shooter, which clattered noisily down to the ground and shot the lackluster bullet through the night air.

“Damn, you really need to up your weapons if you’re going to try and go after people like us,” Jesper laughed. He wrapped one of his lanky arms around the back of the man’s neck so that he could cut off his air. He pressed a little bit harder when hands began to claw at his skin to try and get him to let go. He counted to ten before he felt the body leaned up against him go completely limp. He dumped the thug down onto the ground and then turned to his husband, fully expecting the other thug to be incapacitated as well.

He forgot that Kaz was recently recovering from a cold, or at least that was what they had assumed it was. After everything that Kaz had been through when he was a child, it was almost impossible to get him to admit that he was actually sick when he was. The recovering and slowness meant that Kaz hadn’t quite taken down his thug. The man in question was already beat to a near pulp but was persisting on regardless. He had a black eye and several cuts on the arm that was holding onto his gun, but was standing strong. Jesper walked over and grabbed the revolver on his right hip. He made eye contact with Kaz as the two of them communicated silently.

Kaz lurched forward with his cane clasped in his hand at the same time as Jesper, both of them knocking their weapons against the thug’s head so that he crumpled down to the ground. What they hadn’t been expecting was for him to fall forward and onto Kaz, knocking the already unsteady man down onto the ground.

Immediately after seeing his husband on the ground, Jesper jumped into action. He grasped the thug and tossed him off Kaz with no particular care before he offered his hand out. Kaz was already holding his cane so if it turned out that he had been triggered and needed to not touch someone, he would be able to get up on his own.

He had been doing a lot better lately, thankfully, so he was able to reach out and take Jesper’s hand. He used his cane and his husband to right himself properly. His gloved hands brushed over his suit, Jesper helping but really just using it as an excuse to try and reignite the mood that had hung in the air between them at the time. The sharpshooter only paused his ministrations when he smelled the thick coppery scent of blood and pulled his hand away after feeling something damp.

“Kaz, love, did you get hurt in that fight?” he was trying to keep the fear from his voice. It had been a long time since any of them had been involved in something that could be considered deadly, but he still had nightmares about holding the dead bodies of his partners in his arms.

“He only hit me a couple of times and it was mostly in my arms,” Kaz replied, his face grim and a little bit gray.

“Then why do you smell like blood?” Jesper asked, growing more worried by the second. If it turned out that they had misidentified the sickness that Kaz was suffering from and he was far more ill than any of them had anticipated, he wasn’t sure that he was going to be able to handle it. He had already lost someone that was very dear to his heart once and it had torn him to shreds. 

Kaz was quiet for a bit, staring down at the ground. He pressed his hand to the lower half of his stomach and then let out a shaky sigh. “I think that I was pregnant, Jesper.”

His mind had been whirling with the thoughts of what might be wrong with his husband and the ways that they could fix it before he lost another person that held his heart. As soon as he heard what Kaz had said, every thought flashing through his mind ground down to a halt. He blinked a few times and then asked, “What?”

“My cycle was late. I didn’t have one last month,” he bit out. He was already limping in the direction of their home, his cane clacking loudly against the ground. Jesper hurried after him, his hands twitching as he wanted to comfort his distressed husband but wasn’t quite sure how he could do it effectively. “I didn’t want to say anything because I know that the Firepox messed up my system. I’ve heard of it causing infertility in people that get it as children.”

“But you had cycles even after you recovered,” Jesper said before he realized that it was a stupid thing to say.

He moved on instinct after that, looping one of his long arms around the back of his husband’s waist so that they were pressed together. He walked them slowly down the streets of their city so that they could find their way back home. Whatever was hurting Kaz wasn’t going to stop soon, so the best place for them to deal with that was back in their own house and away from prying eyes.

They were quiet through the entire walk, Kaz only pausing when they got to the front entrance of their home in Geldstraat. He kept his head bowed down and his body began to quiver, so Jesper tried to pull back. Kaz’s arm tensed from where it was looped over the other man’s body so that he had to stay where he was. “Please don’t leave me,” he whimpered.

“Never, baby, never,” Jesper whispered in promise. He pressed their bodies closer together and then helped Kaz through the front door of their home and down the hall to a parlor. He sat his husband down and then knelt in front of him, their hands still clasped together but no longer quite as close as they had been before. “What did you say was happening, again?”

“I’m having a miscarriage, Jes,” Kaz pursed his lips into a thin white line. It was as if speaking the words into the open air between them had made them all the more real, made them sink low and deep into both of their minds.

They had never talked about children, but it was always kind of understood that they might happen at one point. They had all already opened themselves up to the danger of having something that they loved so adding pets and kids didn’t seem like that far of a leap, not when they were as powerful and intelligent as they were. Still, they hadn’t talked about it and no one had really dwelled on it. Jesper wasn’t quite sure how he was supposed to feel about it.

He didn’t have to try to sort out his own thoughts as quickly as he was anticipating, thankfully, as Nina’s cheery voice rang out through the grand halls of their mansion, “Welcome home!”

Wylan and Nina walked into the parlor to greet their spouses but then stopped when they saw the ashen expression on both of their faces and the blood that was slowly turning Kaz’s pants crimson red through the navy black. “What happened?” Nina immediately asked as she rushed over to her husband.

So that they didn’t overwhelm the poor man, Jesper stood up and tried to brush the blood on his hand off on his pants. He didn’t even know when he had brushed against the part of Kaz that was bleeding to get it, but the idea of keeping it on him made his skin crawl. “We got in a fight on the way back. Just two low-brow thugs that thought that they could get something good out of us,” he explained.

“Did you get shot?” Wylan asked, worry evident across his features.

Kaz shook his head. “I think I was pregnant. Got knocked pretty hard in the stomach and I guess my womb isn’t good enough to hold onto a baby after a little bit of damage,” he pursed his lips again and then turned his head to the side.

None of them knew what to say to try and make it better. None of them had even known that Kaz had the ability to get pregnant, not after they had all spent nearly five years since the Ice Court heist fucking like rabbits with nothing happening. Still, they had to support their husband in the tumultuous time that he was going through before they gave themselves the grace to process their own emotions.

Nina was the first to act, giving him a gentle kiss to his forehead. “Come, let’s get you cleaned up and then into bed. I’ll make you some tea and a hot water bottle for the cramps.”

Kaz didn’t say anything as he took her hand and then limped after her. He kept one hand grasping the head of his cane and the other pressed to the very base of his belly, where their baby might have grown had Jesper just been a little bit faster in protecting him. He winced when he realized what his thoughts were flying towards, so pulled Wylan aside to talk to him so that he could work through his worries. They were going to have to tell Inej and Matthias what had happened soon too, but Jesper had to get his thoughts out of the clump they had formed first.

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2.Inej

She hadn’t seen any of her partners in far too long, which meant that she had been in her room taking a nap with Koshak for nearly two hours. 

Inej didn’t claim to be particularly clingy, she thought that she was one of the more distant members of their polycule. Kaz and Matthias had to spend most of their days in a room with one or more of their partners present to feel sated while Nina and Jesper had to be touching someone at least every five minutes or they acted like they were going to die. Out of everyone, she and Wylan probably had the least damage when it came to aggressive separation anxiety.

Still, she missed them and she wanted to spend some time with them. So, Inej rolled over on her bed while trying very hard not to dislodge the cat from where he had curled up in a happy spot of sunshine. She stood gracefully from her bed and then pulled on the slightly uncomfortable trousers that she had chosen to wear that day. She was still getting up as early as she had during her last voyage, but she was staying up later than she had while she was at sea. It made her more tired throughout the day, so she spent a lot of time napping. She had been doing said napping with Kaz more often than not because he had also been struck by some sort of exhaustion that he refused to talk to anyone about.

Inej had been informed of the loss that the polycule had suffered while she was out at sea. It was one of the reasons that she had chosen to face more of her attention to the land persecution of slavers and bad rich men instead of hunting down ships. She wanted to be there if something like that happened again, and she knew that Kaz was going to be more reckless now that he had another tragedy hanging on the forefront of his mind.

Something in the very back of her brain was letting her know that there was a specific reason that Kaz had been so tired outside of him trying his best to match her own sleep schedule. She wasn’t able to track his cycles the same way that she could with Nina, which was how she made sure that her wife wasn’t unknowingly expecting whenever the other woman made something strange for dinner. She was still a spider and the Wraith, even if she didn’t do as many crimes as she had before they had taken down Van Eck.

She felt bad for employing the same tactics that Kaz had taught her back on him, but there was no other way that she could really figure out what was wrong with him. He seemed to be tired no matter how often he slept, often dozing when Matthias read in the evenings or when Jesper and Nina were arguing about something. He was also clingier than he had been, usually choosing to sit on the couch with one of them instead of in his chair to get his requested space. He had been eating a little bit more than he usually did, but Inej was also fully aware that he did that often when she came back into port so that he wouldn’t be caught mistreating his body.

She hadn’t been able to put her finger down on any type of conclusive proof, but she was beginning to suspect with every nap that her husband took that they might have another pair of feet running around their home before the year was out.

The thought both terrified and excited her. She had always wanted children, it had been something that she had clung on to even with her trauma from the Menagerie. She was glad when she fell in love with two other people that had the ability to carry children because it increased her chances to have the huge family that she knew that her heart was chasing after even if she wasn’t ever able to have sex enough to conceive herself. The idea of having children was overwhelming, especially so early into her slaver-hunting career and with what had happened to her. She knew that they were far more powerful and wary than her own parents had been, so no child that they had would ever have to go through what she had.

Inej shook her head to get rid of her thoughts. She noticed that her braid had begun to come undone around her neck, so she started unweaving the strands so that she could replait them. She opened the door to her room with her foot and then slipped silently out into the hall in search of some companionship. 

Wylan had a Merchant Council meeting that day and he was bringing Matthias with him so that he could have the upper hand when arguing about why they should handle the shipping of items to Fjerda in a very specific way. Nina and Jesper hadn’t mentioned having anything to do when they had gotten up to pretend to help her with breakfast that morning, so it was likely that they were also somewhere in their home. Kaz was probably either taking his own nap or down in his office.

She decided that she was going to patrol the house until she ran into someone, like she was a ghost haunting her own halls.

Her first stop was down in the kitchen, which was empty other than a long-cooking meal in a pot on top of the stove. Her hand twitched at her side as she longed to lift the lid so that she could see whatever concoction one of her spouses had whipped up that time, but she knew better than that now.

So she continued through the empty dining room to the family room where most of her spouses hung out when they weren’t working or sleeping. She smiled fondly when she finally came across one of her partners, taking in the sight before she let them know that she was even present. 

Jesper was splayed out on the couch so that his lanky body took up the entire piece of furniture. Nina was laid out on top of him, wearing only a chemise and a set of bloomers instead of being dressed in her grandeur like she usually was by that time of day. Jesper had one of his arms around the back of her hips to keep her up on the couch and her arms were pillowing her chin. They were looking at each other and talking in soft voices, neither of them paying attention to a single other thing in the world.

“Have either of you seen the others?” Inej asked as she stepped out of the shadows. 

She had to bite the insides of her cheek to keep from giggling when they both startled and nearly fell off of the couch. She walked over so that she could kiss them both as payment for frightening them. Once Nina had finished huffing her way into more affection, she finally answered her wife, “I think that Kaz said he was going to work in his home office. He might be taking a bath, I thought that I heard the water running.”

Inej startled slightly at that and worry overwhelmed her. Baths were a rarity for Kaz, both because they took quite a lot of time to get the trouble to be worth it and because being entirely submerged in water often reminded him of the worst trauma that he had ever endured. “I’m going to go check on him, I’ll see you both later!”

“You’re always welcome to join the cuddle pile, Inej,” Jesper said, his words slurred with comfort and sleep now that his surprise had faded.

The warmth from her spouses was enough to temporarily drown out the feeling of panic that she got about hearing where her husband was. She carefully stepped up the stairs of their home, skipping over the boards that creaked despite their higher quality of the building compared to the Slat. She paused when she got to the second floor, wondering briefly if she should check Kaz’s office before she resigned herself to continuing with the main mission. She wasn’t going to allow herself detours if it turned out that Kaz really needed her or something else had gone wrong.

Inej paused when she got to the door, knocking first instead of just entering right away. “Kaz, are you in there?”

“Go away,” he rasped back in reply. His voice sounded worse than it had before her nap, almost like he had been shouting or crying.

That only got her worry to increase so she grasped the handle to the door and pressed it open without asking. She knew that Kaz was going to demand that she leave, even scream or yell at her, but if something was wrong then she was going to help him. He didn’t have to sit alone with his fear and pain, not after so many years of companionship and marriage.

Before she had even had the chance to properly look at him, he did exactly what she was expecting he would and yelled, “Get out!

“Kaz, I’m not stupid, I know that something is wrong,” she snapped in reply. She stepped onto the heated tile of the bathroom and then closed the door behind her so that they could have a shade of privacy, though the rest of their partners could get through the locks in the house or open the doors themselves.

She took in the bathroom then, placing her hands on her hips so that she didn’t look as timid as she felt. Kaz very rarely yelled at her anymore so when he did it reminded her of the time before she had gotten her ship and learned how to be more than just his Wraith.

There was a heap of clothing on the ground between the counter with the sink and the toilet, which was usually where they all tried to hide something if they had been injured. Kaz was sitting in the tub, which was full of rather murky looking water. His hair had been perfectly styled that morning but now it was rumpled and hanging down over his pale forehead into his dark eyes. His shirt was off, which exposed his puffy chest to the open air and made his dark nipples stiff. The most peculiar thing about the whole situation was that he still had his smalls on even though he was submerged into the water.

“Inej, get out,” Kaz growled, doing his best imitation of a feral animal. He then let out something close to a whimper as he wrapped his arms around his belly and hunched forward. His jaw set, which meant that he was in pain, but his eyes also squeezed shut and his mouth twisted, which meant that he was upset about something.

It was then that Inej noticed that his once-white smalls were soaked through with blood in the crotch alone. His slacks were likely stained with the sticky red substance as well.

Her heart sunk low in her chest as she realized what had happened.

Inej cursed her saints for what they had done to answer her prayers. She had asked them to make sure that she was back with her partners if something like that ever happened again, which was why she was staying more in Ketterdam instead of sailing the seas. She was grateful that she had made that decision when she thought that Kaz was pregnant, but now that it was evident that he was having another miscarriage she wished that she hadn’t asked in the first place.

She gracefully closed the space between them so that she was kneeling down beside him. “I’m not going to touch you but I want you to know that I’m here.”

“Inej,” he sobbed. “I don’t want you to see me like this.”

“I’ve seen you vomiting after the first time that we had sex and fainting in a prison carriage, being by your side while you go through trauma is kind of my thing,” she said. He wasn’t going to respond well to gentleness or kindness, she knew that after all of the time that they had spent together. 

“I know how much you want children,” he sniffled. His good leg moved so that his knee was almost pressed into his chest, trying to make himself smaller so that he felt protected. Kaz groaned when the shift caused something inside of him to send pain throughout his entire body. He put his leg back down and leaned against the lip of the tub so that he was somewhat close to her.

It was true, he did know how desperately she wanted children. It was so hard for her to imagine herself growing old without a child to take care of, a mind to foster, a baby in her arms. She also knew that this wasn’t something Kaz could control, he hadn’t been in any fights like he had the last time that he had suspected he was pregnant. 

Inej took a deep breath so that she could steady her own mind and resist crying. She began to weave her fingers through his hair to put it back where it went, continuing the motion when she saw the shakiness of his shoulders stop. “Talk to me about what happened,” she murmured when his most recent cramp passed.

“Why?”

A small smile played at her lips despite herself. He was always going to be the same bastard that she had fallen in love with, even if his emotional range had expanded exponentially during their time together. “It will make you feel better.”

Kaz was quiet for a while longer before he started talking, “I thought that I was pregnant. I… I know that you noticed the way that I was changing. I was going to do something sweet to tell all of you, but then I was down in my office and I started to feel pain. By the time that I finished up my work and came up here to check what was going on…”

She leaned down and pressed a kiss to his temple. She kept her lips there as she murmured a prayer in the language that her parents had spoken to her, something to send the soul of the child they might have had to their next incarnation. “We will have a child one day, Kaz. It might not come from you and it won’t be in nine months, but one day. This wasn’t your fault.”

He stayed quiet, which made the worry inside of her increase tenfold. There was nothing that she could do about his thoughts, about the way that his mind worked. The only thing that she could do was stroke his hair and remind him that she was there.

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3.Nina

She felt an arm around her waist twitch and then shudder as the nightmare increased. It was enough that it woke her up from her light doze. It was hailing outside, the droplets of ice shooting against the window loud enough to keep reminding her of what it had been like in the Druskelle ship when Matthias had taken her. She could never sleep well when there were storms, and she knew several of her other partners couldn’t either.

Slowly, she shifted in the bed so that she had turned around to see who was having the nightmare. She wasn’t able to soothe the emotions of people any longer since her powers had changed, but she could still hold them or talk to them when they woke up.

Inej was sleeping directly on top of Matthias, his long arms looped around her tiny frame so that he looked almost as if he was cradling a kitten against his chest. Wylan was sleeping with both of his hands over the top of his eyes and Jesper’s head resting on his shoulder. Kaz was the one that had ended up next to her even though she had come to bed first and him last, which meant that he was also the one having the nightmare.

“Kaz,” she whispered just loud enough that it would be able to rouse him from his sleep. She didn’t want to touch him because there was a good chance that the nightmare was a flashback to the Reaper’s Barge, which meant that he would feel oversensitive and panicked if he woke up with someone’s hand on him.

Her husband’s eyes flew open and he sat up in bed. His chest was heaving to bring in the breath that he needed to survive. His eyes had that wild, panicked look that they always got whenever he was thinking about something that scared him.

Nina carefully slipped from the bed and then placed her hand down on the top of the blanket so that it would pull on him and get his attention. “Love, come on. Let’s go to the kitchen,” she murmured. She didn’t want to wake any of their other partners but she did want to be able to break through the haze of post-sleep panic to get through to Kaz.

He didn’t respond for a second before he gave a shaky nod. He moved to the edge of the bed and then waited as Nina found his cane and handed it to him. That was something that they had done a lot during the beginning of their relationship, when nightmares were far more frequent than anyone in their polycule really wanted to admit.

Once the crow’s head was grasped in his pale, bare hand, he stood up and carefully followed after her. They were both completely silent other than the sound of shuffling feet on the wood floor until they reached the kitchen. “Did you have a nightmare?” Nina asked. She didn’t even turn to look back at him as she lit the stove and got out a pot so that she could heat up some water for tea. 

“I suppose that you could call it that,” he rasped. He sat down on the stool that had been tucked underneath the counter next to their icebox so that he could ease the pain in his leg.

She was quiet for a bit longer as she searched through the cupboards to find one of his favorite cookies. The tin was almost empty but there was enough that they could share a few while they talked. She still didn’t touch her partner as she knelt down beside him and then offered him one of the sweets.

Kaz turned his head to the side, his pale skin tinting green as he gave a minute shake. “I’m not hungry.”

“Are you going to be able to handle some tea?” she asked then. She wasn’t going to force Kaz to drink if he wasn’t up to it, but the tea usually soothed them both back to sleep when they had a bad dream.

“I think so,” he replied softly. Something was off about him but Nina couldn’t quite put her finger on it. Her powers had changed so much since she had taken the parem, so much so that she barely knew how to interact with other people now that she didn’t have the natural benefit of her Corporalki powers. Luckily, she had been together and married to her partners for long enough that she could read them decently even without the ability to sense their heart rates without thinking about it.

She carefully placed the lid back on the tin without taking one of the cookies for herself. Her husband was acting strange enough that the idea of taking one of his favorite treats made her skin crawl. She tucked the tin back up into the cupboard and then sat down in front of him. That gave Kaz the ability to reach out and touch her if he wanted, but didn’t force him to if he was feeling overstimulated like she suspected. “Kaz, what’s going on?”

“Can you still feel heartbeats if you focus? Without relapsing?” he asked instead of answering her question.

Nina felt even more unsteady than she had before. The distance in his eyes and the hunch of his shoulders told her that he had had a bad dream of some kind, but it wasn’t the type that usually plagued him based on the way that he wasn’t shying away from her whenever her dressing gown brushed against him in their small kitchen. She also knew that he never brought up her powers because he didn’t want to send her back down into the near-depressive spiral that had been triggered when she had gone back to Ravka and was unable to get her powers back to what they were before.

She took a deep breath as she told herself that whatever was going on with Kaz wasn’t something that required her to panic quite yet. She was sure that he would explain himself in time, he always did. “I can sense heartbeats without wanting more parem. I think that it has something to do with my ability to control the dead. They aren’t really dead if their heart is still beating,” she chuckled to try and lighten in the mood but the only thing that it did was make several watery tears raise in her husband’s eyes.

That by itself was rather terrifying and her heart began to beat a million miles a minute in her chest. She wasn’t sure what the dream had been or why it was upsetting her lover so much, but she wasn’t quite sure that she wanted to figure it out yet.

Kaz reached out before she could ask any more questions. Her breath hitched in her throat when she felt the callouses on the tips of his fingers from too may hours holding a lockpick brushing against her wrist. Her arm moved so that it was out straight and her hand was flat against the base of Kaz’s stomach, her fingertips just barely brushing against his hipbone. “Do you feel anything?”

It clicked in her brain then, what he was asking of her. 

She glanced towards the calendar and suddenly it made sense. She kept a little red circle that would be filled in so that she could keep track of her cycles, just in case her powers began to interfere with the natural way that her body worked. She had noticed that a blue version of the system had joined her when Inej had come back and then a black one had started to show up two months after that.

That month her dot was right beside Inej’s, but the black was still unfilled. Nina took a deep breath as she turned back to Kaz and asked, “Do you think that you’re pregnant?”

“I wouldn’t be asking you to search of a heartbeat in my belly if I wasn’t, Zenik,” he growled. “I do know basic human anatomy.”

She didn’t respond to his goading this time. Usually when he said something like that it was because he wanted to fight with her and then they would end up falling into each other with teeth and tongues and grabbing hands. This time he was saying it because he was scared, which was understandable if what he thought was happening really was.

Nina moved so that she was kneeling in front of him. She placed both of her hands on his lower belly and then let her eyes fall closed so that she could focus on what he had asked her to do. After she had recovered from the drug, it was harder for her to sense heartbeats, it was much easier for her to feel when there was the absence of one.

Still, she was going to work as hard as she could so that she could meet her husband’s request. She focused on pulling at that dark, empty place inside of her that had been left after the fall. She let out a low breath when the echo was returned to her with nothing, the same way that corpses did. 

At the end of the day, no matter what she did, she was still a criminal and a spy. That meant that she was usually very used to having to say hard things to people and was very sharp-tongued. This time, when she tilted her head up so that she could look at her husband, all of the words that were swirling in her mind had completely disappeared. “What other symptoms have you been feeling, love?” she asked, not moving her hands.

“Don’t stall, just tell me the answer,” Kaz replied bitterly. She could tell by the dark look in his eyes that he already knew what it was going to be before she even said anything.

“I can’t feel a heartbeat. I think that you were definitely pregnant but the only thing I can feel is…” she trailed off, unable to say anything. This was the third time that Kaz had conceived that they knew of and the third time that they had lost the baby before they even had the chance to grow. She wasn’t sure what that was doing her spouse if he felt even half as heavy as she did.

She watched the sharpness in his dark eyes dull slightly. Nina kissed his forehead as she pulled her hands away from him, forcing thoughts of a happy pregnancy into her mind to stave off the sadness for a while. She handed him the tea that had finished steeping and then sat with him until the rest of their partners could get up and help her take care of their husband.

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4. Matthias 

After three miscarriages from unknown conceptions in four years, Kaz had finally told them that he was pregnant. 

They had all been absolutely overjoyed and nearly exploded all over him when Wylan put together the words found in the notes that Kaz had left all of them in a song. They all knew that the next several months were going to be spent treating Kaz enough like glass to soothe their own worries while not enough that he would snap at them.

Matthias was very careful when he opened the backdoor to their home before he reminded himself that Koshak had gone with Inej and Nina to Ravka. He closed the door tightly behind himself and then walked further into the house. He dumped his exercise equipment where it belonged in the mudroom before he stepped into the kitchen. He was searching through one of the cupboards for his favorite cup so that he could have some water when he felt another body press up against his back. A while ago, that would have made him feel so aggressively overstimulated that he wouldn’t have been able to handle it. Enough time had passed that he knew that it was his husband and what was going to happen.

An ungloved hand pressed onto one of his shoulders while lips kissed at the other. Kaz rasped, “You’re going to drive me insane.”

“That was certainly not my intention, karaste,” Matthias chuckled. He turned around and his hands easily settled down onto his husband’s hips to bring him closer. “I was simply giving you a show to keep you entertained.”

“Well I can think of something else that I would prefer entertain me,” Kaz grinned. Now that they were facing each other, he let his bare hand slowly trail down Matthias’ shoulder and abs down to where his pants were barely clinging to his hips.

The taller of the two men resisted the urge to grin maniacally. That was exactly what he had wanted to happen when he went outside to workout that morning. He could barely contain himself as he reached out and took hold of Kaz’s hips, which gave him the ability to lean down and connect their lips in a very passionate kiss.

Carefully, he let his hands slip around the back of Kaz’s hips so that his palms were pressed to the perky ass hidden beneath another pair of perfectly tailored trousers. He gave a cheeky squeeze before he let himself continue down to hold onto Kaz’s thighs. The other was able to pick up on what he was doing almost immediately, so Matthias lifted his partner up into the air and then turned them around so that he could place his husband down onto the counter. The kiss didn’t break even for a second while he was doing that, both of them meeting together over and over again.

He only stopped when he could feel himself beginning to get lightheaded from the effort that it took to keep the kisses going without taking a breath. “Is it okay if I fuck you right here?”

Usually Matthias was a lot more chaste when he spoke about sex, years of repression and purity culture telling his mind that it was indecent to say such things even though he was already going against those teachings by being married to so many people at once. He was riled up enough that he could barely think about the teachings that had been enforced in him for as long as he could remember, though.

“Of course it is. I would have waited for you to come find me in the bedroom if I was having a bad pain day,” Kaz snarked.

Matthias drank the words in like he was a dying man and Kaz was air. He used to hate the way that the Kerch man spoke, the vile bitterness that was pumped into every word feeling like a poison to his already fragile mind. Now he loved it more than he knew was possible. He longed for the dirty words and bitter musings whenever they were away from each other for a few hours. This time the words made him smirk. His hands moved to begin undoing the front of his husband’s pants as he said, “So ravishing me was an inevitability?”

“Of course it was. I’ve been so horny since you knocked me up that I got off in the office of the Crow Club last week,” he grumbled.

The idea of his dear husband sitting behind his desk, one gloved hand plunged down the front of his pants while lewd noises emitted from his dripping wet cunt was enough to make Matthias speed up the process. 

He nearly ripped the fabric when it wasn’t getting off of the pale thighs he wanted to sink between fast enough. Once it was finally off, his breath caught in his throat and he spent a long moment looking at the curls of neatly trimmed dark hair resting just underneath the barely changed curve of Kaz’s stomach.

“You’re not wearing anything under your trousers already? Should have made sure to knock you up when we first met,” he mumbled as he began to work on the ties of his own pants, only to find that his husband’s nimble fingers had already taken care of that. He was sure not to mention the pregnancies that they had lost on the way to getting to where they were now, since it would kill the mood immediately.

“Shit, if I had known that me getting knocked up would have made you this horny I would have let you,” Kaz groaned. They both knew that it wasn’t true since they had hated each other when they first met, but neither of them were going to say that.

As soon as they were both nude from the waist down, Matthias slotted himself back between his husband’s legs again. He curved the leg with the good knee around his waist to keep him in place and then bracketed Kaz in with his hands against the counter. Their lips met in another tender kiss as he pressed forward and into his lover with practiced precision. He gasped when he felt the slick wetness and heat waiting for him with every inch that he pressed inside.

“Oh, oh fuck, Matthias,” Kaz groaned when the other man bottomed out so that he was completely full. He looked debauched already and they had only been going for a little while. It was enough to make Matthias want to go entirely feral, ripping Kaz apart with his teeth and sharp thrusts. That was going to have to wait for another time because he was going to take his time while they fucked, he had already decided that when he went outside that morning.

As soon as they had both adjusted to the new flood of sensations that were overcoming them, Matthias slowly pulled out and then pressed back in. He knew that Kaz liked to be held down against every surface and used almost like a toy when he was having his good days, but Matthias was so excited about the little potential life that had burrowed its way into the famed Dirtyhands that his thrusts were slow and worshipful.

He felt a hand reach up to his shoulder, fingernails digging into the skin and muscle there. He was worried that he was going to lose all control if Kaz ended up begging him like he always did, but his mind was immediately snapped out of that line of thought. Kaz whimpered and said, “I need you to stop.”

Matthias pulled out and took a step back from his lover almost immediately. He knew what it was like to get overwhelmed from touch without a phobia coming into play, so he could only guess how much worse it was with one. He held his hands out to the side so that Kaz could see them and knew that he wasn’t going to advance forward again.

What Matthias was met with again surprised him. Kaz looked down to the space between his legs and then let out a startled sob when he saw the sticky crimson that was beginning to spread between onto the counter.

“Love, what happened? Are you alright?” Matthias asked. He looked down and saw that his cock was also streaked with the sticky material, which reminded him of the time that Nina had started her period in the middle of them having sex. Given that Kaz was pregnant, the period was a non-option, but that meant that the blood was being caused by something else entirely.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” Kaz whispered as tears began to streak down his face.

They were both aware of what was happening, they both knew it and neither of them were able to admit it out loud. Saying the words would make it all the more real and that felt more damning than the blood that was slowly seeping out of Kaz. All of their hopes and dreams were spilling in crimson, just like they had thought that they would when Matthias had a bullet lodged in his shoulder and broken aspirations in his mind.

This time, he was not the broken eighteen-year-old boy that he had been back then. He leaned forward and pressed their foreheads together. He didn’t bother to try and dress again since it would only ruin his clothing. He was going to have to strip out of it again when he got them to the bathroom. “It’s alright, it’s alright,” he murmured as he pressed gentle kisses to Kaz’s forehead.

He brought them up to the bathroom and then lowered Kaz down into the tub. He took a cloth from under the sink and washed them both off before he got Kaz a pair of the underthings that he wore when he was on his cycle so that they could track the blood, just like they had done with the last three miscarriages. 

He had just settled Kaz down into bed when the other turned to the side so that he was looking at his husband. Matthias felt his heart break a thousand times over in his chest and he had to ask, “Did I do this?”

“No, I was having cramps yesterday. I assumed that it was normal, I lasted so much longer than I had with all of the other ones,” Kaz whispered. “I broke the hopes of everyone again… you were all so excited to finally be parents.”

Matthias realized he shouldn’t have brought up his own guilt to the person that was going through the most pain in the situation. He brushed Kaz’s hair to the side with a slightly trembling hand and said, “It will happen, Kaz. One day we will have a child. No one is going to blame you for what happened, it was simply not the right time.”

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5. Wylan

He didn’t work in his lab as much as he did before. Despite his rampant protestations to the contrary, Wylan did like making bombs and whatever other chemical compound Kaz required for his newest job. The compounds made sense and the rush of being able to control that much destruction was enough to make him forget about the weakness that had been assigned to him for so much of his life. With the combination of his Merchant responsibilities and having as many high-maintenance partners as he did, he barely got the time to spend with the bombs as he used to.

Today was one of the rare times that he was basically alone in the mansion, while also having no work to do for the empire that he had inherited from his father. That meant that he got to do what he pleased, and this time he chose to experiment with some of the powders and chemicals that Kaz had gotten him for his birthday. Nina and Matthias were meeting with some of her old teachers in the Embassy, Jesper and Inej were staking out a new brothel that they were working to take down, and Kaz was going back and forth between the house and his clubs for business meetings. Wylan missed his partners, but he was excited that he got that time by himself.

He heard the door behind him open slightly and assumed that it was Koshak since the cat hated being alone. Inej had originally gotten him to keep the mice out of her vessel, but she became very attached to her little companion. They were in the process of socializing the creature with dogs so that Matthias could have a pet of his own.

He turned his head and then startled slightly when he saw that it was not, in fact, his wife’s cat but rather one of his husbands. Kaz was standing in the doorway to Wylan’s laboratory with a rather pained looked on his face. His suit was still immaculate, tailored lines making him look angular and dangerous in a way that got them all very riled up. He had his gloves securely on over his hands even though they were back in their own home, which meant that it was one of the days were he was feeling too overwhelmed for even his partners to touch him. He was also leaning very heavily on his cane.

“Kaz!” Wylan gasped, adrenaline rushing through his system from seeing a figure much bigger than what he had been expecting. He set down the vials that he had been toying with and then stripped off his work gloves. He also removed the goggles that were not serving a purpose other than keep his red-brown curls out of his eyes. “I thought that you were going to be working today.”

“I was,” he replied. His voice was tight, like he was hiding something that was upsetting him.

Wylan carefully brushed his hands off on the cloth that had been resting next to his chemicals on his work table. He didn’t technically need to be doing that because what he had been working with wasn’t that dangerous and he was wearing gloves when the was touching it, but it gave him something to do. He always struggled to figure out how to move around Kaz when either of them were too overstimulated to be touched. He understood the emotion since he had experienced it enough himself, but he was so awkward and malformed when it came to being in a relationship with anyone.

“Oh,” he nodded. Something about the energy of the room had changed when his husband entered. It was making him feel a lot more like he did when Jesper first came to get him from the tannery so that he could make bombs for them for the job that they did in Ravka. His stomach was tied up in knots and his hands were beginning to get shaky with worry. “Um, not that I don’t love being around you, but why are you here?” He did adore his partner almost more than life itself, but it was rare for Kaz to come all the way up to Wylan’s lab and even rarer for him to come in and then stay there.

Kaz walked from where he had been standing near the doorway to the little seating area that Wylan had next to his worktable. It was supposed to be so that he had more places to sit down when he was being flighty, but Jesper and Nina primarily used it to take meals with him when he was too distracted to come down to the dining room for dinner. Slowly, the man lowered himself down into the seat, though Wylan was unable to miss the wince on his face.

“D-do you need more pain meds?” he asked as he fluttered over to the edge of the table. Something had shifted in his husband so that Kaz felt almost completely unrecognizable to who he had been that morning, his face unreadable and his body language stiff.

“I’m not sure that I can have medication in my present condition,” he replied, tilting his head down towards his lap so that he didn’t have to meet Wylan’s eyes.

The cryptic way that he was speaking was enough to get the other man to pause. The anxiety began to drain from his system now that he had a puzzle that he could help riddle out. He set the cloth that he had been grasping down next to him and then settled himself at the table. He traced one of the grains in the table just so that he wouldn’t have to look up at his husband as he asked, “Are you pregnant?”

“I might not be for much longer, unless you have something to help me,” he said, his voice rasping even more since he was speaking quietly.

Wylan’s mind stopped and then jumped to the next thought all at once, so quickly that he almost gave himself whiplash. The thought of them getting another chance at being parents when the last pregnancy that had been announced to them had ended far before its time was exciting. He was also terrified of the idea that Kaz was expecting out of the three members of their polycule because he was the one that had been through the most out of them all concerning that kind of loss. It took him a moment to process the fact that Kaz had just admitted that he was pregnant after the fight that he had with Inej the morning before when she had asked him. He then finally caught up to the present when he realized that Kaz was asking him to make something that would chemically stop another miscarriage.

“Oh, love,” he whispered. He wanted to reach across the table so that he could take his spouse’s hand but he knew that it wasn’t the day for that. “I… I’ve never heard of something that can stop a body from rejecting a pregnancy. I don’t think that I have the stuff to make it even if I had.”

“Then just the painkiller is fine. Leave it outside of my room when you finish,” Kaz said briskly. He pushed himself up from the desk and silently walked out of the room, leaning even heavier onto his cane than he had before. 

Wylan didn’t take it personally. He had seen Kaz go through four miscarriages before and knew the drill at this point. Even if Kaz was simply anticipating losing the baby before he actually had, he was going to be going through that same cycle of grief that he had every time before. Wylan got up so that he could move aside the explosives that he had been working with so that he could get make what was asked of him.

By the time that he was able to get the bottle up to his husband, there was a pair of blood stained pants sitting on top of Kaz’s dresser with his husband curled around a hot water bottle. The pain reliever was the only thing that he could do to help, so after he dropped off the first batch he went downstairs back to his lab so that he could make another.

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+1 Kaz

He thought that his partners were never actually going to pack up and leave. They all had something that they were supposed to be doing out of the house that day. Normally that would bother him, but today he wanted them gone. He also knew where they were all going and was sure that they would send someone back to the house to tell him if plans changed so that he could find them if he had need. 

Matthias was going to be visiting a local breeder so that he could pick out a puppy or work with the dogs, whichever ended up working out best for him. Wylan had a meeting with a couple of interested investors but nothing serious enough that he had to bring someone else along. Nina was going to be spending some time with the friends that she had made while working at the White Rose, which meant that she was going to be coming home with a new dress. Inej and Jesper were going out on their monthly date to their favorite cafe and then likely to a bookstore so that Inej could pick something new out for her upcoming voyage. Kaz himself was supposed to be heading into work so that he could finish up the tax paperwork for the new Barrel empire that he had been shaping up since the day before.

He knew that wasn’t going to happen. He had been trying to get as much work done as possible before what inevitably was going to happen ended up happening, though it was turning out to be a little different than he had expected.

Kaz hadn’t necessarily meant to keep his pregnancy a secret from his partners. He also hadn’t meant to tell them about it, but he was half expecting someone to force it out of him. Inej had known every other time he had ended up pregnant, sometimes even before he did, afterall. He wasn’t not telling them about his pregnancy out of some sort of malice, but rather because he was terrified of seeing the disappointment on their faces when he miscarried again.

He had been pregnant five times before and none of them had even lasted long enough for him to pass something that resembled a baby when he started miscarrying. Every single time that had happened, he had to deal with the sorrowful looks that his partners wore when they tried to take care of him and the grief that they carried about the disappointment he had handed them. He wasn’t sure that he would be able to handle that again, and so he had actively worked to keep his pregnancy hidden as soon as he noticed that he had missed one of his cycles.

It had started while Inej was out on her ship, which meant that the person most likely to notice that something was off with him was gone. It had been easier to hide the cravings and increase in appetite, especially since he didn’t have any morning sickness. The exhaustion and increase in libido had been harder to pass off but Jesper and Nina were excited enough to nap with or fuck him that they were able to subsconsciously help the others brush it away as well.

He found that even when he passed from the first trimester into the second, his body hadn’t changed all that much. He had put on a bit of weight but blamed it all on Matthias’ increase in baking to put off his stress about getting a new dog soon. Even when Kaz finally got to the blessed third trimester, his belly had only swelled ever so slightly. He had regressed back into not letting his partners touch him more than a few brief kisses or hand holding when he got to that point because he knew that if they felt his belly they would feel the butterfly-wing movements of the baby inside of him or the rounded nature of his torso.

Kaz really had meant to tell them when he finally passed the first trimester. He had been secretly seeing a midwife to make sure that everything in the pregnancy was going smoothly and she had informed him that was when the ‘danger zone’ passed. He had meant to tell them for the last five months, but every time he opened his mouth to say it all he could see was blood covering his underthings and their sad faces.

So he had kept it a secret, trying to figure out ways that he could explain the sudden appearance of a child that none of them had known he was carrying or find another way that was easier to inform them of their upcoming parenthood. Nothing had come up and now he feared that it was too late, though he was also in denial about that.

He had gone to bed the night before feeling a tiny bit out of sorts. It was mostly a foggy head and vague cramping in his stomach, but that also could have been because he had no appetite that entire day and had thus barely eaten anything. When he woke up the next morning he had felt even stranger than he had when he went to sleep, but he wasn’t willing to show any of those symptoms until his partners had finally left.

Once he was alone, he slipped from his bed and walked to the mirror hanging in the corner of his room. He looked himself over to make sure that he was presentable and his belly wasn’t noticeable in the suit that he had had chosen for his meetings that day as he got ready to head down to the club. For a reason beyond him, he was still planning to go to work despite his anxiety around his pregnancy the night before.

He got to the top of the stairs that would lead down to the rest of the house before he had to stop. It was an almost overwhelming feeling when he finally let his brain process what was happening. There was a stark pressure building up along his spine before it spread out through the rest of his hips so that it was hugging his entire pelvis. It shifted into bone-shattering pain only when it wrapped around the front of his stomach.

It wasn’t the first time that he had a contraction, he had several practice ones that the midwife he was seeing had warned him about. They were very similar to what had happened when he was miscarrying but more intense. The contraction that he was currently experiencing was like the practice ones had been ramped up to ten and like the cramps he had with his other five pregnancies times twenty.

It left him winded and leaning on his cane so that he didn’t sink down to the ground. When his mind finally returned to him, the only thing that he could think about was the panic he had felt when he realized that he was losing his pregnancies the last several times that he had conceived. All he could think about was blood and gore and the sorrow that came with knowing that he was too bad and too monstrous to actually bring good life into the world.

He decided against going into work that day. He turned around and slowly made his way back to his bedroom so that he could change into a fresh pair of sleep things. He laid down on the bed with his back propped up with half of the pillows they kept spread out on the master bed. He wasn’t sure what was happening but he knew that he had to be in the safest place that they had in their entire house.  

About seven minutes had passed before he got another one of the pains. By that point, his panic had ceded enough that he was able to realize what was happening. It made him anxious to think that he could be in labor before he had the chance to tell his partners that he was even pregnant, but the thing that scared him more was the fact that it was about a month too early.

He had heard of babies being born early and then nursed into full health by their parents, but he had also heard of babies that were born looking raw and red and without breath because they were far too small. Part of him was worried that he had gotten his dates wrong even though the midwife had assured him that everything was alright. He didn’t know what was going to be waiting for him at the end of his labor, but he did know that he was going to be facing everything alone.

Kaz relaxed back into the bed and tried to keep his mind about him so that he didn’t lose himself when his child needed him. His thoughts eventually began to drift over the past few months as he started mourning the things that he could have shared with his partners, the things that he had denied both them and himself from having with his own fear. 

He could have been worshiped and waited on the same way that Alys had been when they kidnapped her by Matthias, who was always eager to cherish them. He could have told Nina about his cravings and had her fatten him up even more with her delicious cooking. He could have sat with Inej in front of him while she rubbed that oil that her parents had brought them when they heard that they were trying for a family during one of their visits. He could have slept in Jesper’s arm as the zowa sang Kaelish nursery rhymes to his belly. He could have sat with Wylan while they both worked, helping each other get thing squared away so that they could enjoy the first couple of months with their baby without the panic of work on top of it. He could have watched Matthias build the baby’s first cradle. He could have spent days with Wylan discussing traditional Kerch names. He could have cuddled with Inej while they both napped during her adjustment back from sea life. He could have taken long walks with Nina in the garden while she told him all about the place that she had come from. He could have watched Jesper struggle to make their child’s first soother.

But he had denied himself and them all of those things because he had been too afraid to tell them that he was pregnant simply because he didn’t want to let them down again. By refusing to give them that disappointment, he had offered himself another by keeping the baby a secret to himself.

He was basically writhing on the bed by the time that the noonday sun began to creep over the slanted rooves of Ketterdam. He had started crying while imagining how his pregnancy would have gone if he had trusted that information to his partners, and he hadn’t been able to stop when the pains overcame him.

Kaz had tried to stand up and sway against the bed like his midwife had encouraged when they had talked about what would happen while he gave birth. He found that whatever position his little one had taken was playing games with his hip and he was basically imobile from it, so was stuck in the bed. 

Eventually he was overcome with a rush of energy and had to move around. He grabbed his cane and began to pace up and down the hall while leaning heavily on it and the wall on the other side. He paused every time that he had a contraction, letting his head rest on the cool plaster. It was one of the only things that brought him any relief. His entire body felt hotter than a fever, but without the cool sweats that made him feel clammy. His stomach was clenching around the nothing that he had eaten and his mouth was dry with panic. His hand couldn’t stop moving to his stomach when he was having a contraction, trying to feel any movement from the baby that would reassure him that they were okay.

“Shit, shit, shit,” he swore as he leaned heavily against the wall when a particularly strong contraction chose that exact moment to try and make him feel horrible. He leaned so heavily against the wall that he was basically sliding down it. But then there was the feeling of relief that came whenever the pain left him, right before something splashed along the floor and soaked through his pants.

He stared down at his toes that were now soaked with clear fluid, blinking a couple times when the only thing that his brain was able to bring up was blood and viscera.

His labor was steadily progressing now, even though it was a month early and he was completely alone. He certainly wouldn’t be seen walking the streets of Ketterdam while moving into the second stage of labor and he had no one that he could send to his midwife, not that any of them would know where she was working. His water breaking only confirmed the thing that he had half been denying, so he stripped off his pants and his smalls and left them in the hallway over the top of the puddle because he didn’t have the energy or ability to lean down and clean it up properly.

When he got back to his room, he continued his pacing. He was restless, almost like a caged animal in the back of a zoo or a royal palace. He was surrounded by gold and opulence but he didn’t have the one thing that he really needed, companionship.

After his water had broken his labor began to progress even faster than it had before. He could barely walk at all now that the pains were coming less than five minutes apart. He knew what it was to be so sick that pain was the only thing that he felt, and he had been scared that labor would be similar to that every time he had gotten pregnant. Now that he was in the midst of it, he knew that the sensations were completely different and the only thing that he could see in his mind’s eye was his babe.

Kaz hiked himself up onto the bed when his knee began to scream at him, informing him that the pacing had to stop if he wanted to be able to walk normally for the next week. He wasn’t sure that he would be able to do that regardless, but he was okay with laying down because he was beginning to get tired. He leaned back against the pillows that smelled like his partners, allowing his brain to drift off into the thought of them surrounding him like he so desperately wanted.

“Shit, fuck, ow,” he swore when he felt the babe he had been secretly carrying begin to shift lower down inside of him. It was only just then dawning on him that it was all real and happening right then, and that he had no control over it. Fear overwhelmed him so that his breathing was rapid and his heart felt like it was trying to break through is ribcage. He could barely stop the tears that were running down his face as he grasped at the bedsheets with his ungloved hands. He wanted his parents, his brother, his spouses, anyone to be there with him and reassure him that he was going to be okay.

The urge to push started to overwhelm him just as the day began to creep into evening, which was when his partners were allegedly going to be coming home. Inej and Jesper were likely going to come home last unless one of them got worn out. Wylan and Matthias were both a toss up about when they were arriving, but Kaz was honestly surprised that Nina wasn’t back yet.

As soon as he felt the urge he knew that he had to give into it. He was usually so good about controlling his body and what it did that it wasn’t a concern what he wanted, just what he had to do. This time there was no question about what he was going to do, so he placed both of his hands on the top of the headboard and began to push so hard that his body curled forward over his tiny baby bump.

When the urge passed and he had no more strength, he collapsed back against the bed and panted so that he could get desperately needed air. He could feel his arms shaking with the force that it took to keep himself in one place.

He was so tired and so scared. The only thing that he wanted was his partners by his side, to tell him that he was doing well and give him their strength. The images of a happy, gurgling baby and happy spouses interacting with their firstborn had been replaced by angry faces and a limp body. It only served to scare him more. He wanted to go back and correct all of the mistakes that had made, to tell them that he was pregnant so at least he wouldn’t have to go through the traumatic loss of his sixth baby on his own.

He knew that he couldn’t hand them the pain of having missed his pregnancy and helping him through a stillbirth instead of a miscarriage. He hadn’t given them any of the joy of seeing the minute changes of his body as their baby grew or letting them feel the baby move, so he didn’t deserve the comfort they would provide him. The thought of not getting to have them made a pain erupt in his chest that was more intense than even his contractions.

His attention was brought back to his labor and his baby when another contraction wrapped around his belly. He grunted as he leaned forward and pushed as hard as he could to try and make as much progress as he could. He felt the baby inside of him slowly moving down further into the birth canal. 

His mind began to scream at him to call for help so that he at least had someone else with him when he heard the door at the front of their home open. He could tell by the pace of the footsteps that it was Matthias, but he was walking slower than he normally did. The part of Kaz’s mind that was always looking for the most information he could get to help keep him safe was able to process the fact that he had a dog with him. He had to physically bite the insides of his cheeks until he tasted hot, coppery blood seeping from his tongue and gums to resist the urge to call out to him. He wasn’t going to ruin the happiness that Matthias had just earned by getting another canine companion with a dead baby.

A sob escaped Kaz’s mouth when he leaned back against the bed so that he could try to catch his breath again. He felt almost as if he were drowning, like he was never actually going to be able to overcome the agony that he was in while trying to birth a human.

He could hear Matthias moving to the living room, his deep voice reverberating through the home while he talked to his new companion. Kaz briefly wondered if he would talk to his child that same way but with different affectionate nicknames, or if he would want to speak to them like an adult. 

The contractions kept relentlessly coming and Kaz kept pushing. He heard the door open again before he had made any more progress and then Nina’s voice joined in with Matthias. They were both laughing and shouting at each other and the dog, but in the way that meant they were overly excited and had lost the ability to control their volume instead of being upset with one another.

Kaz’s entire body was shaking with the force he was exerting to not only birth their child but to hold himself back from calling out to them. He could almost feel the way that Matthias would hold him in his strong arms, helping him bend forward. He could almost feel Nina’s calm hands moping the sweat that was running down his forehead off of him. He wanted them so badly that his entire chest felt hollow with the ache and yet he refused to let himself have it.

He had to move to make more progress, so he painfully raised himself onto his hands and knees and then into a squatting position while grasping the rails of the headboard to support himself. “Please, baby, please,” he begged, though at this point he had thoroughly convinced himself that the lack of movement meant that he had once again lost his child. He wanted to wail and scream in pain as he pushed down hard enough to get the head to come to his opening, spreading him wide so that all of the nerves down there burned with the fire of nothing he had ever felt before.

When he gasped and stopped pushing, surprised by the pain, all of the progress he had just made left. He felt like crying when he felt the sliver of his baby’s head slip back into him. His entire body was quivering with effort and aching with hurt but he was going to get no relief. He must have pushed without any change for about ten minutes before he got the entire head to crown. He had collapsed down so that he was kneeling instead of squatting at that point, but he released one of his shaking hands from the headboard so that he could touch the slimy, blood-covered downy hair on the top of his baby’s head.

His heart was already mourning the loss of the child once he did, he knew that it was temporary. This baby was not going to last, just as the other one’s hadn’t. He was doomed to never create anything good, to be a monster that could only bring forth pain and misery. He knew that Inej and Nina would tell him that he was being stupid, that Wylan would reassure him that he could make great things happen, that Jesper would give him that sad look, and that Matthias would just kiss his forehead and say that demons did not look like him. He wanted them with him so badly, but he knew that he couldn’t have them no matter how badly he wanted it.

That pain was amplified to the point that he started crying again when he heard the door open. He wanted the others to be waiting for Wylan so that they could tell him the happy news, that they were moments away from being parents, but instead he had to listen to them ask him about work as if Kaz were an intruder in his own house. He knew that he had to be quieter now that one of the more aware people had returned. Nina was a spy and could hear things easier, as was Inej, but Wylan had had to listen for his father and danger at all times so was more attuned to noises than the rest of the polycule was.

He was trying to push while staying absolutely silent, but he almost felt like the effort that he was expending on keeping himself quiet meant that he was making less progress than he had before. He was in so much pain, he just wanted the entire process to be over with. He couldn’t move out of the position that he was in despite the red hot burning pain that was spreading through his body from where his knee had been bent for too long.

On the floor below, the door opened and his last two partners came home. Everyone that he loved and cherished that was still loving was now in his home and he had no way to reach out to them for help. He knew that he could scream and shout and they would come running, but the pain was swirling together with the panic in his brain so that he felt so vulnerable he thought that he would disintegrate into nothing. He also couldn’t ruin the joy that Jesper and Inej had brought with them, both of them laughing happily. It was the laugh that he could get drunk on, the one that made him feel safe and warm and happy, the one that he would sooner kill himself than cause to disappear.

He was certain that forcing Inej to see him go through another grisly, bloody loss like the one he was sure he was about to face would be enough to strip the rest of the joy from her life. So he kept his jaw clenched so tight that he was going to crack his teeth and kept pushing to try and finish the ugly process that he was embarking on.

Kaz gave a grunt of discomfort as he pushed again and the head slipped entirely from him and into his waiting hand. He kept it there while he shifted positions so that he was laying back against the bed. He wracked his mind with the panic of a man being hunted for sport while he tried to remember everything that the midwife had said about that stage of the delivery.

Finally, he was able to connect what it was and ran his fingers around the base of the baby’s neck to check for the cord. There was nothing, but he was given the overwhelming sensation of feeling their little face for the first time. His hand moved almost reverently down across a tiny nose and a little puckered mouth, then two eyes that were still closed.

He was barely aware of the sounds out in the hall where he had left his bottoms when his water broke and then hurried footsteps coming towards his office. He jumped slightly when he heard two doors bang open and his partners calling his name throughout their massive house. He had to ignore it as the urge to push overwhelmed him again and he had to listen to it. He kept his hand underneath the head of the baby as he let out a small, strangled noise.

The door to the grand bedroom opened just as he gave a final push and the baby was born. He was quivering like a leaf in the world’s worst storm, his hair was caked to his forehead with sweat, and fluids from the delivery a babe were now covering his bottom half and their bed. He could barely think about any of that as he held his tiny little one in his hand and stared straight ahead at his partners.

Inej was leading the charge with Nina right behind her, peaking over her shoulder at what was happening. Wylan was standing beside Inej with his face as pale as paper and his mouth covered with one of his delicate hands. Jesper was holding onto Matthias like he was going to fall over, his eyes as wide as saucers. 

“What is that?” Jesper asked, astounded and terrified.

“A baby,” Kaz replied weakly. There were no cries, no movement from the little limp body in his hands. He had known that it was coming, but it was still too much. He didn’t know how he was supposed to handle the overwhelming surge of energy in the room when his partners had piled into the space and the death of the fist baby that had actually been able to hold.

“Kaz-” Inej started.

She was cut off by their wife shoving past her and into the room. Nina stopped by the edge of the bed and then carefully reached down so that she was holding the baby. “Matthias, go and get me some hot water from the tap in the kitchen. Wylan, I need you to find as many towels as possible. Inej get me the suture kit,” she commanded as she took the baby. She sounded every bit the trained soldier that she had been when they first met her.

“She’s not crying, Nina, she’s not crying,” Kaz sobbed. He had lost so many people before, and yet he hadn’t known that it was possible to experience grief like the kind that was currently washing over him. There would have been a time that he wouldn’t have thought twice about a dead baby in the streets, just focused on his own rage. It was so different when it was his own child, the one that he had longed for with his entire heart and soul.

“Shh, shh, it’s okay. Babies take a little bit of time to perk up sometimes,” Nina soothed easily. She knelt down on the edge of the bed so that the cord didn’t have to stretch between Kaz and the baby quite as much as before. She then placed one of her fingers into the baby’s mouth with a scooping motion towards her little throat. 

The entire house went completely silent as they heard the tiniest cough and then the shrill cry of a baby who had been through something terrifying. 

Wylan had stopped in the doorway, his pale face flush with exertion as he looked on to their eldest daughter taking her first deep breaths. Inej had returned with the suture kit and was smiling so wide that her cheeks had to hurt. Downstairs, Matthias could be heard whooping loudly as he no doubt cued in to what that sound meant. Jesper let out a little broken noise as he staggered over to the edge of the bed and looked down at the tiny face of their babe. 

“There we are, there we are,” Nina crooned as she carefully cradled the newborn in her arms. “Kaz, we’ve gotta put her on your chest while we get everything settled out. Are you okay with that?”

“Please,” he nodded so quickly and eagerly that his head actually dizzy because of it. He barely registered what was happening when he got pushed forward by Jesper’s calloused hands so that they could remove the shirt from his pale body, which revealed the tiny bump that he had been sporting in secrets for months. Neither of his present partners said anything about it as Nina carefully moved the newborn so that she was laying against Kaz’s chest.

His entire world shrank down to her like he knew that it would if he ever got the chance to have an actual child. She was grimy with mucus, blood, and vernix, but she was so utterly perfect that he couldn’t believe that she was really there. Her skin was as pale as his had been, but there was the chance that it could darken as she got older. Her tiny body was still curled into a tight ball against his skin even though she had already been born. Her little legs were tucked up into her stomach and he could feel the feet that had been battering his kidneys for months pressed against his lower belly with ten perfect little toes in a line. Her arms were close to her face, wiping at herself while she cried. She had wispy black hair and likely blue eyes, but those were also things that would change when she moved out of the newborn stage. Even the idea that she would eventually move out of that phase of her life sent a thrill of joy throughout his body.

“I’ve got you, Papa’s got you,” he whispered quietly to the newborn now cradled in his arms. She soothed when she felt the vibration of his voice against her tiny body, likely remembering it from when she was inside of him only moments prior.

“Love, this is very important, have you been going to see a midwife?” Nina asked. She had taken the suture kit from Inej so that she could tie the cord off in two spots and then cut it, which allowed Wylan to carefully take the newborn so that he could wash her with the warm water Matthias had just brought upstairs in their biggest pot.

“Yeah,” Kaz nodded sleepily. His entire body ached like nothing else, but he knew that he was safe because his partners were there and his baby was crying.

“Thank the Saints,” Jesper whispered from the spot that he had taken up behind his husband. Kaz barely even remembered him moving back there but he was so happy that he had. He wished that was the place that Jesper could have been during his entire labor and birth process. “Hate to think about the pain you might have gone through all on your own if you actually hadn’t told anybody.”

“I’m sorry,” Kaz whispered morosely. He was, truly and deeply. He had wanted them to share the moments of his pregnancy that he had rejoiced after, but he had let fear reign over him the same way that he had after Jordie’s death. He whimpered and shied away from his own body when he felt another small cramp and then something wet and slippery move out of him. 

Nina soothed him with a gentle hand on his knee. “Just the afterbirth love. The entire thing is out now so this is really over. I’m going to check to make sure you didn’t tear anything too badly and then have Nej sew you up,” she explained. The two woman worked in tandem like a well-oiled machine as they got him fixed.

As soon as they had finished, Jesper’s lanky arms wrapped around his knees and his back as they shuffled towards the edge of the bed. “Come on, my love, we’re going to get you into something clean. Do you want a bath?”

The idea of having to be submerged into water after thinking that he was to be surrounded by death in the same way almost made him vomit. He focused on swallowing down the bile and giving his head a strict shake. “Okay, no bath,” Jesper said softly. Instead, he settled his lover down on the chest at the end of their bed. Matthias and Wylan worked together so that they could strip the bed and replace the sheets with the emergency set that they kept just under the frame. Kaz felt bad for ruining such expensive items with his ignorance of just how messy birth was, but he could barely focus on that. 

Jesper took a wet towel and began in the messiest part of his lover. He cleaned off the blood that was caked between his legs, along with all the fluids that had dribbled through his smalls when his water broke. As soon as he had done that, Inej appeared with a pair of the period smalls that belonged to him. She and Jesper worked together to get Kaz’s hips tilted up enough that they could slip the garment over his wrecked body. They were soft and compressive enough that he felt grounded, to the point where he began listening for the sounds of his baby.

Kaz had turned his head to the side so that he could look for the newborn girl while Jesper finished up his work, ridding Kaz of the sweat that was sticking to his skin. He smiled and relaxed softly when he saw Nina speaking delicately to the baby in hushed tones that he couldn’t hear from his distance as she got the makeshift nappy pinned into place.

He was dressed in a soft pair of cotton pants and then one of his sleep shirts before he was placed back down onto their blissfully clean bed. The others were still whirling around the room as they got into the process of soaking the blood and fluids out of the sheets, as well as disposing of the suture kit that they had used to clean him up. He could barely pay attention to any of that as his body finally got the chance that it needed to relax.

His world turned miniscule again when his daughter was carefully placed back into his arms. Nina knelt beside the bed so that she was looking over her husband’s shoulder at the baby. “She’s going to need to be fed. Are you comfortable with doing that?”

Despite the panic that he still got at times when his own partners touched him, there was something different about having his baby pressed up against his warm skin. He hypothesized, in the back of his very tired mind, that it was because she was a part of him. He had wanted her so desperately when she was growing in the safety of his belly that all he could think about was how much he wanted to keep her safe. The lapping of water at his ankles wasn’t something that even crossed his mind.

“I can do that,” he mumbled. Awkwardly, he shuffled forward so that he could lift up his shirt and help his babe find his nipple. By the time that she had gotten the hang of suckling and was greedily drinking down her first meal, everyone else had finished what they were doing. Inej and Wylan were sitting at the end of the bed, their hands clasped together but every other part of their body separated from the other. Jesper and Matthias had made their way up onto the bed so that they bracketed Kaz and their baby in, keeping them both safe from the outside world. Nina was fussing slightly but eventually got dragged down into the bed by their husband so that she also had to be still.

“Why didn’t you tell us, Kaz?” Inej asked, her voice small and slightly scared. Kaz wasn’t sure what she wanted the answer to be or what she was expecting, but he was so tired that the only thing he could say was the truth.

“I wanted to. I wanted to tell you all the second I noticed that my cycle was a week late, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t bear the thought of you all getting to excited about the potential to be parents just to have my body kill off that hope because nothing good can ever happen to me. I… I wanted you to be there for all the parts of the pregnancy but then I was just so scared,” he didn’t realize that he was crying until his daughter let out a tiny, fussing noise.

“Sorry, sorry baby,” he mumbled as he wiped the tear from her head. He leaned into the touch that Jesper offered to him, curling into the warmth and protection that it offered.

Wylan reached out to offer Kaz a blanket so that they could burp the baby as he said, “We’re not mad at you, Kaz. We’re all a little bit scared and shocked that this suddenly happened because I don’t think that anyone even realized that you were pregnant, but we’re not mad.”

“We could never be mad when we have this,” Matthias whispered reverently. Kaz had always known that Inej and Matthias were going to be the best parents out of all of them since they had the longest to go without trauma and the nervousness that came with everything Jesper did. It still made him feel like he was melting when he watched his husband’s huge hand brush over the top of their baby’s head, though.

The others gave a murmur of agreement. As soon as the baby had finished her first meal and been burped, he wrapped her up in the blanket that Jesper had found in between helping Kaz get cleaned up and settling into the bed. Matthias was the first to hold her, but she made her rounds with every one of her parents so that they could all meet her for the first time. Kaz kept himself awake so that he could savor those first few moments of her life, reassuring himself that she was okay every time he saw a blissfully pink nose or heard a little gurgle of discontent when she was shifted the wrong way.

She had finally landed back where she belonged in his arms when Nina asked, “What are you going to name her?”

Despite having thought about so many things when she was carefully hidden away in his belly, a name had never crossed his mind. He had so many names that were assigned to him through his life, from the one that his mother had given him to the one that he had chosen when he was five and figured out he was a boy, to the last name that he had chosen after Jordie died. “I… I like the name Posey but if any of you have something that you need to name her then we can also do that.”

“I like Posey. It’s a good Kerch name, in between the stupid upper class names and the peasant ones. Gives her opportunity to do a lot in her life,” Wylan grinned.

“Posey,” Inej whispered softly as she moved forward to look over their daughter. She placed a gentle kiss to the baby’s forehead and murmured a prayer to her, the only word of which Kaz understood being the newborn’s name.

He fell asleep with his partners carefully tucked around him and his daughter steadily breathing in her sleep. They had wanted that for so long and they finally, finally had it.

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[holykillercake]

PUPPY EYES AND FUN RIDES

Kid x Reader! AU

word count: 3.3k

summary: Eustass Kid was an extravagant man, taking everything he wanted without asking for permission. He was denied so much in his life that he did not say no to himself. If he could take it, he would. Or, maybe, most of it.

highlight: ¨Here´s your tip. Buy yourself something pretty.¨

warning: gun injuries with a side of SASS *sparkles*

notes: I´m back with another one-shot, guys! It has been so long since I wanted to write for Kid, and I really liked the result. I hope you guys enjoy it as well! <3

𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞!

¨Hey, Pups! Bring in another round!¨ Kid shouted from the table where he and the guys sat with potential future business partners. 

You lifted a bottle of whiskey to let him know you got the message. All of the other orders entered the waiting list while you placed the drinks on the tray, taking an extra for the boss, personally. 

¨Here´s the savior, guys!¨ the redhead said as you approached the table. ¨This is my Puppy, but you call her Y/N. She runs the house.¨ 

¨Puppy, huh? Interesting nickname.¨ one of the men spoke, calling you by the name Kid made clear was only his. 

There was a second of silence. The top ranks looked at each other with a smirk, while the other men seemed confused. 

¨Man...¨ Wire spoke, leaning back on the chair, trying to cover his smile with his hand, ruffling his eyebrows. 

¨Here.¨ you called the man who commented about your nickname, holding his shot glass in front of him ¨Only the boss calls me Puppy.¨ and with that, you drank in one go all the liquid you had poured him, turning and smacking the small glass on the table, hard enough for it to crack. 

¨That´s my girl. What´s the good news?¨ Kid asked, putting his hand on your back, pulling you closer. 

¨Four tables from here, at eight o´clock.¨ you said, leaning in. ¨They got here in a black sports vehicle with tinted windows about forty minutes ago, had a beer each, and don´t stop staring. None of them hopped off from the driver´s seat. I already sent the boys out there to close the streets. They´re waiting for your sign, Captain.¨

¨My night always gets better when you call me Captain.¨ he gave you a grin before turning to the blonde beside you. ¨Killer.¨

As soon as the second in command got up and turned his gaze towards the table, the men put themselves on their feet on alert. Without so much trying to hide their intentions, they mixed in with the crowd to get to the door. 

¨Why am I shooting them?¨ Kid asked, playing silly with you.

¨They left without paying the tab.¨

¨How about your tip?¨

¨Not a single cent.¨ you shrugged, giving him your best puppy dog eyes. 

¨Oooh,¨ he purposefully overreacted with a frown. ¨I can´t let that happen. Come on, guys. It´s show time.¨

As soon as you turned your back, sounds of chairs dragging on the wooden floor like nails on a chalkboard echoed all over the bar, followed by tires rolling on the pebbles from the parking lot. 

¨These rookies never learn.¨ you mumbled to yourself, laughing. 

It wasn´t long until they returned, clearing space only for the top ranks to pass. Wire dragged the two men from the bar by their collars, and Heat carried another one, probably the driver, on his shoulders. 

Killer walked some steps behind, looking calm and neutral as usual, and Kid took a detour towards you, holding a credit card between his fingers like magicians do with their cards. 

¨Here´s your tip. Buy yourself something pretty.¨

¨Will do.¨ you took the piece of plastic and put it in your back pocket, smiling and blushing at him. ¨Have fun, boss.¨

¨Will do, Pups.¨ 

Kid lingered there for a few more seconds, eyes alternating between your eyes and your lips. 

It wasn't always like this. As kids, you would be on each other´s throats all the time. But when you passed the age of bratty kids and realized that you would stick together for the long run, your relationship started to evolve. Slowly, you started to build this chemistry, but for some reason, nothing ever happened. You would just flirt carelessly every time you met, which would be on a daily basis, but without ever making a move. 

You tried to never take it too far because you know they say, right? It´s fun and all until someone catches feelings. 

So you poured him another shot, and he gladly took it, turning around and mixing in the crowd, passing through an iron door that led to the underground level, where those who didn´t their place were sent. 

The rest of the night went on smoothly, except for the free round of drinks that Kid so kindly offered at the expense of your hard work. Some men started a pool to guess what end the newbies would have. In the end, they all took their cash back since no one thought they would live until the morrow. 

While you cleaned your station, preparing to close the bar, you could not help but reminisce about your rookie days. And how, one day, the three of you were the reckless kids. During that time, you had no idea you would spend the rest of your life around those skinny and sassy boys. 

Oh, life, what a fun ride. 

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¨Your legs are too short, that´s why you´re slow! Slowpoke!¨ you yelled at the ginger head kid, wincing at the bruise on your knees as Killer tried to attend to them. 

¨My legs are not short, and I´m not slow!¨ Eustass yelled back, forgetting about the tissue he was supposed to hold on his nose. 

¨Y/N, stop moving. And Kid, you´re dripping blood on your shirt. Chin up.¨ Killer said, visibly tired of both of your tantrums. 

¨I told you, Killer. We shouldn´t have taken him with us. Ouch!¨ 

¨We should have, Y/N. It was just a bad day. Now stop moving.¨ 

¨It was that bright red head of his. He looks like a folklore creature from the South Blue.¨ 

¨You look like a clumsy giraffe!¨ Kid´s voice came all nasalized as he stuffed his nostrils with tissue. 

You have met the boys while still living at the district´s orphanage. At first, you weren´t close. You spent the day playing with your friends, crossing paths with them every once in a blue moon without paying them no mind. 

But as the number of orphans and crime in the district grew, the government, the main supporter, ended up abandoning the place, and the staff left with it. Not that anyone would care or notice. At least, no one besides the children living there. 

During the first weeks, you could survive with the provisions you had left. But feeding so many kids required a lot of food, and soon, you were out of it. So the oldest ones, such as Killer, joined to steal around town. 

You tagged along with them since your age was an incognito. You had lost your parents when you were old enough to walk and talk but young enough to remember those types of details. You were taller and stronger than most kids, but your actions seemed of someone Eustass´age. 

No one complained, though. They were short on young burglars anyway. 

Local stores run by old people were the easiest target. If you were sly enough, they wouldn´t even notice you. In the worst-case scenario, you would put your legs to work and disappear into the narrow alleys. 

The gangs in the area soon started to take advantage of that situation, recruiting some kids to do the small dirty work and eventually the three of you. They offered food for your growling stomachs, a roof above your heads, and warm beds to sleep at night. 

As a work of destiny, perhaps, the three of you stuck together, hoping from gang to gang, until you decided to start one of your own. And though you pulled Kid´s leg for wanting to be the leader, you agreed that there was no one better for the job. 

Your relationship developed altogether with your skills, and you went from young brats throwing sharp knives at each other to partners, blindly loyal to one another. 

Many years and many ball drops later, when Kid established his shop and decided it was time to expand his businesses, he put you in charge of the bar. Behind the salon, the iron doors guarded Kid´s office, his ¨playroom¨, and your house. 

You´d sleep there, making sure no one tried to get into your fortress. And when the bar was open, you would be Kid´s eyes and ears, observing every person stepping in and out, reporting in case someone acted suspiciously. 

During the night, when the bar was open, trouble would often arise. It could be drunk men causing havoc or unprepared spies trying to catch a glimpse of Kid´s activities. However, when the doors closed and the lights went off, people would rarely try to break in. You could count on your fingers the number of times such a thing happened. 

This night, however, someone must have had an extra bit of liquid courage. 

You were preparing to hop into bed, applying a nice moisturizer on your body, when you heard the front door being forced open. It was a matter of seconds until you had thrown a rob on and ran towards the bar, with a Glock nineteen in hands, safety pin deactivated, ready to blow some brains.  

Your feet slid on the floor as you moved across the dark hallways, silent and fast. You hid behind the door, leaned in to hear any movements on the other side, and figure out how many were there. However, it was with a deep silence that you were met. 

There wasn´t any sound of usual breaking and entering. No tables dragged or thrown, draws turned upside down, and bottles getting chugged on. You peeked through the peephole that gave you a wide sight of the salon, but other than the breach left open by the intruder and the moonlight coming in, there wasn´t much to look at. 

¨What the fuck?¨ you whispered.

You lowered the gun for a few seconds before a groan caught your attention. With one hand on the doorknob, you let out a deep breath preparing to open it, when at the opposite wall, close to the door, you saw someone move and shot right next to the shadow´s head. 

¨Damn, Pups!¨ 

Instantly, you recognized the voice, activating the safety pin and shoving the gun in the elastic of your underwear. You opened the door and turned the counter lights on, revealing Kid leaning against the wall. 

¨Damn, you, Kid. You´ve got the keys, you know?¨

He cursed something back at you, standing up straight and closing the entrance door. You immediately took notice of his roughed-up state, as if he had returned from a fight or something. His hair was slicked back, and the goggles were down on his neck. His face had dirty spots all over and sweat dripped from his temples. Even his lipstick seemed smudged, probably for cleaning the blood on the corner of his lips. 

¨Tough night?¨ you asked, approaching the drawers under the bar counter to get a first aid kit. 

¨We were caught off guard. But we dealt with it already.¨

¨I don´t doubt that. C´mere.¨ you cleaned a table, putting the chairs down so he could sit. ¨Let me take a look at you.¨

The redhead grunted, taking his coat off and throwing it wherever ¨I don´t need fucking babysitting, Puppy.¨ 

¨Then why are you here?¨ you put one hand on your waist, giving him attitude served cold with a smirk ¨That´s what I thought. Now, did the bullet come out?¨

¨How do you know it´s not a slash of something?¨

¨You said you were caught off guard. There´s no way someone would pass through all of you with a knife or whatever and not be noticed.¨ you flicked his forehead, and he pretended to go for a bite of your fingers. ¨I know my boys well.¨

Besides, you knew Kid would never look for anyone´s help due to a slash. 

¨Don´t go getting cocky, you little shit.¨

¨Too bad, too late.¨ 

Kid opened his signature grin and pointed to the side of his abdomen, where a piece of rag covered beveled skin and more blood. The bullet followed a straight path, three fingers on the left from his belly button to the side of his waist. 

¨Wanna make this more interesting?¨ he suggested.

¨Well, this is not interesting at all, but sure.¨ 

¨Geez, Pups. Who pissed in your fucking cornbread?¨ 

¨Oh, you really don´t know?¨ you stared at him with wide eyes and a fake grin. 

¨Fuck off.¨

¨Genius.¨ 

¨You want it or not?!¨ 

¨I just said ¨sure¨. You should get your ears checked as well. What do you have in mind?¨ you skipped to the question before you two spent all night on a snarky comments contest.  

¨Guess range, contact, and the gun correctly, and you can ask me anything you want.¨ he smiled.

¨Anything?¨ 

¨Anything in the world. I´ll give it to you.¨ 

¨And if I don´t guess those correctly...?¨

¨Then I ask anything I want.¨

¨I don´t see how that´s fair to me.¨

¨Are you chickening out?¨ he provoked you, knowing how much it annoyed being said things like that. 

¨I´m gonna rip your other arm off and eat it like a chicken wing. How does that sound?¨

¨C´mon, Pups.¨ 

¨Alright. But you better prepare your pockets, though, cause we´re going shopping and you´re holding my bags.¨ you laughed, helping ease the tension before you started poking him where it hurt. 

Kid smirked, keeping his gaze locked to the bar behind you. When you began to clean the wound, you felt his breath hitch for a brief second. Maybe he wanted to distract from the pain, too. After all, no matter how strong he is, he is a human being. You couldn´t help but feel a twist in your stomach. 

¨Well,¨ you spoke after seconds ¨as I said, it´s a gunshot. The path was clear and uninterrupted, causing minimal damage, mostly skin and fat tissues. Did it come out entire?¨ you referred to the bullet.

He hummed in agreement. 

¨Good. I see some minor burning and singeing of hair, so I´ll say mid to close range. And there are what I assume to be burnt metal scraps, plus the skin and hair appearance... I´m gonna go with a loose contact wound caused by a rifled arm.¨

¨You assume they are metal scraps?¨ he said, pulling your legs.

¨Yeah, but it could be just dirt since you are proving to be insanely reckless and desperate for an infection.¨ you smiled condescendingly. ¨I would have to send it to a lab.¨ 

¨No need, punk. Final considerations?¨

¨Let me see.¨ you pretended to examine a little more ¨You are extremely lucky for a man wearing barely any clothes in the middle of an open fire or extremely skilled for dodging a bullet, preventing it from causing more damage.¨ you both laughed ¨So, which one are you?¨ 

¨Are you asking if I am a dumb manwhore or a stuck-up asshole?¨

¨Your words, not mine.¨ you put both hands in the air, laughing through your nose. 

The two of you kept throwing small talk and snarky remarks while you finished patching him up. The redhead told you what had happened and that everyone got out pretty much unscathed. Apparently, it was revenge for the guys that went to the bar and never returned. Who would know for sure? They got beat up so hard all they could do was moan and cry. 

¨Done. You´re as good as new, Cap.¨ you said, cutting the last suture line. 

¨Yeah...¨ Kid replied, letting out a short yawn and cracking his neck bones. 

¨You... wanna stay for the night? You look tired. I don´t think driving is a good idea right now.¨ 

You gently scrubbed the cloth on a dirty spot you overlooked, not missing the slight sway of him leaning in your touch. You kept looking at him, from his pearl-white skin marked with pink scars, his ferocious red locks falling on his face to his torso. The muscles, the new and old scars, and the part when skin turned to metal. Eustass Kid had become a remarkable man. 

Meanwhile, Kid himself thought the same things of you. As he tried to internalize your touch in his soul, he wanted to memorize every little detail of your face. From the way you parted your hair, how your brows furrowed, and your lips twitched when you focused on something to the warmth of your skin. 

Eustass Kid was an extravagant man, taking everything he wanted without asking for permission. He was denied so much in his life that he did not say no to himself. If he could take it, he would. Or, maybe, most of it. Ever since he established his throne in the District, there has been only one thing he did not allow himself to do. 

Kid knew how cathartic, chaotic and catastrophic he could be. And how he could win the jackpot at times and lead to calamity at others. He has won much and lost the equivalent. He has made the right decisions and fucked up to the same extent. 

And he could not bear fucking up and risk losing you. 

The boiling feelings in his chest and butterflies in his stomach were shut down. He would deprive himself of his biggest desire so he could have you by his side forever. 

He swore that many times. 

But seeing you there, like that, looking at him with the care no one has ever before. It made him wonder what kind of place you had for him in your heart. He didn´t miss your breathing turning heavier and your fingers trembling against his cheek. And though he was brute and tough on the outside, the inside wasn´t so dense. You wanted it as much as he did. He knew, and so did you. 

¨C´mere.¨ he whispered, tapping his fingers on his leg. 

Without thinking twice, you got up from your seat, making your way to his lap, careful not to touch the injured spot. Your whole body caught on fire, and your chest moved up and down with every breath. It felt like your place, like his body was made for yours.

Kid placed his right hand on your waist, massaging the soft fabric of your pajama. Moving on to your face, he caressed your cheek before pulling you closer to him. He was gentle. For the first time, he was gentle. 

¨I don´t wanna fuck this up, Pups.¨ he said, gluing his forehead to yours and fighting to hold back.

¨I´m not gonna let that happen.¨ 

¨I´m not letting you go.¨

¨I wouldn´t go even if you made me.¨

Kid smirked and finished closing the distance between you, kissing you with impatience and despair. You held each other until you ran out of breath, hurting for having to part the kiss. You loved the way you felt in each other´s arms and tasted on each other´s lips. It was addicting. Alluring. Appetizing. 

¨Fuck.¨ Kid cursed, out of breath. 

¨Yeah, fuck.¨ you laughed. 

The two of you kept making out for a long while, talking and cursing as usual, laughing, and even drinking some beers. You kept sat on his lap, using him as a comfortable talking couch.

¨Hm,¨ Kid started, taking another sip ¨so?¨

¨So what?¨ 

¨You won. Mid-range, loose contact, lightweight, semi-automatic, modern sporting rifle.¨

¨Nice tongue twister. Cartridge size?¨

¨Hmm... 5.5 per 45 millimeters.¨

¨Lucky manwhore.¨ you scoffed and rolled your eyes. 

¨I´mma shut this pretty mouth of yours.¨ Kid held your jaw, squeezing your cheeks and smiling at you ¨A deal is a deal. What d´you want, Pups?¨

You repositioned yourself on his lap to face him, embracing his neck and letting the bottle touch his back. A grin formed on your lips when his body jerked up at the cold object against his warm skin. He muttered some obscenities at you, only to watch your smile grow as you came closer to his face.

¨I already got what I wanted. Are you offering to give me more?¨

𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞!

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vexatious vixen ; felix x reader ; part 2/2

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PART 2/2. READ PART 1 HERE. ( READ ON AO3. )

You always get what you want. When an unassuming security guard named Felix stops your latest venture, you escalate the stakes until he has no choice but to put you in your place.

pairing: lee felix/reader content info: romantic comedy. strangers to enemies to lovers. cat-and-mouse. dom/sub dynamics, dom!felix and sub!reader. brat tamer!felix and brat!reader. everything that transpires is fully consensual with implied conversations on kink preferences, and an established colour safeword system before the scene. that being said, they still get a lil kinky. please heed the following content warnings: fear kink/cnc, hiding, chasing, lots and lots of dirty talk, fingering, blow jobs, face fucking, throat fucking, a little bit of crying, penetrative sex. (protected but dirty talk like it's not.)

(chapter word count: 7750 words.)

enjoy! <3

-

The gentlest nip of a summer breeze moves through the settling blue darkness.  Everything feels romantic.  Everything except the handcuffs chaining you to Felix,  Security Guard of the Year, Man of the People, and Defender of Propriety and Pop Star Penis.   

Felix does not look at you as he drags you away from the stadium.  He smiles sweetly at passersby, doing his best to hide the handcuffs no thanks to your flamboyant gesticulations, but it dissolves again to that grim, determined countenance. 

Felix has an interesting face, so many sharp lines, but the overall effect is somehow delicate.  A body of contradictions, slender but strong, a stark masculinity rippling beneath the glittery prettiness he happily indulges in.  Blue hair should not look that good on anyone, but you doubt anything could make him look bad.  He sparkles like the glitter star on his cheek. 

You poke that cheek.  A muscle in his jaw twitches.  He looks at you sideways, all pretty brown eyes and a constellation of even prettier freckles.  

“Do not,” he says. 

“Do not what?”

“Just. Do not.” 

You obey his demand for silence.  For about six seconds. 

“So how long have you been a security guard?” you ask amiably. 

“You’re really trying to have a normal conversation with me,” he says.  “Now? After that introduction?”

“I prefer the term meet-cute.”

“We wrestled on the ground then you handcuffed us together and threw away the key—”

“Adorable.”

“Right.” He picks up his speed.  You could easily keep pace but you decide to stagger along like he is too fast for you, whining as he drags you behind him.  Felix sighs but slows his pace.  To your surprise, he answers your question.  “A month,” he says.  “I’ve been working there a month.” 

“And you’re already gunning for CEO,” you say.  “Considering how dedicated you are to bringing justice—”

He slams to a stop.  Your chain jingles when you collide, hands smacking together.  He faces you. Wisps of blue escape from his half-ponytail to dance across his face.   

“I already told you,” he says.  “My job is checking tickets.  Chasing you down was my personal pleasure.”

“You’re a sick bastard,” you say.   

He smiles.  It is a gentle smile, seemingly sympathetic out of nowhere, his eyes softening with the lift of his brow.  He has an uncanny ability to make softness more threatening than roughness. It gives you a shiver. 

“Let me guess,” he says.  “You don’t have a job, do you, sweetheart?  You can’t hold one down.  You don’t know how. Your parents have money and it’s nice, sure, but they were overbearing your whole childhood, weren’t they?  Until one day they decided you were grown and just stopped caring.  And now you’re out in the world with no more rules and you don’t know how to deal with it.  Except by acting out.  It’s fun, right?  Looking for trouble.  Makes you feel something for a minute.  Because even though you have everyone fooled into thinking you’re this wild and carefree person, you’re locked up inside.  You’re not scared of consequences because you’re already trapped.  Oh, uhh, stop me if I’m getting cold, yeah?”

You just stare as he blithely runs his pretty mouth. 

“You don’t really care about the prize, it’s just about the chase,” he continues.  “You told me I was a good boy, yeah?  Your words.  And you think you’re bad.  A bad, bad girl,” his deep voice drops even more, like the heavy-handed thud of a low blow, striking some place intimate inside you, “but that’s not really true, is it?” 

He smiles that particular smile again, full of affection and tenderness, an expression that is completely alien to your brash and aggressive nature. 

“Deep, deep down, you just want to be good,” he says.  “But you need to earn it to enjoy it, don’t you?  You need someone to tell you that you can, that it’s okay.  But you don’t make it easy.  And you’ve been running for so long, you probably can’t even remember how it feels when someone cares enough to catch you.” 

You suddenly feel the weight of the handcuffs. You expected this dull pretty boy to have a hidden mean streak to rival your own, not for him to blast through your barriers and drag your innermost thoughts to the surface.  To say nothing of his perfect speculation on your background. 

“So what, you’re some kind of stalker with a philosophy major?” you ask. 

He is still smiling. 

He laughs, a low chuckle.  He looks like a star, glittering silver and blue in the moonlight. 

“No, I’m not,” he says.  “I’m just the same as you.  Vexatious, apparently, because I’m all smiles all the time.  Just so good, you know?”  He is almost theatrical in tone.   “Of course, that’s technically the opposite of you.  Isn’t it?” 

When you don’t answer, he touches your chin, just his fingertips.  It is still enough to guide your face to his, locking eyes. 

“I said, isn’t it?” he asks, his tone sharper. 

If he is insinuating that you are only pretending to be bad, then that means he is only pretending to be good.  If you are secretly good, then he is secretly—

His mouth hovers close to yours.  He abruptly steps back. 

Oh.  You blink quickly.  Yes.  Of course.  It is always the real bad boys who take care to be good, isn’t it?  He does not need to flaunt it.  He can just smile at you. 

“Come on,” he says, interlocking your fingers with his.  He tugs you along, humming to himself as he leads you down the street.  So seemingly innocent.  Grinning to himself like the cheshire cat. 

You stare at those freckles, the glitter stars, his dimples. 

A vexatious vixen, indeed.

“So that Jisung guy,” you say. “The one who gave you these handcuffs.  He thinks you’re a nice guy who needs some adventure in his life.  It was just a prank gift and he thought he was being funny.”

“Yup,” Felix says, popping the sound.

“Little does he know you’re actually some sick and twisted pervert,” you say.

“Tsk,” he says, looking at you with a cheeky grin, as if to say what a silly girl you are.  “I’m not sick.  See, unlike you who bothers everyone whether they like or not, I only chase the ones who like to run.  Twisted, on the other hand… well…” 

The handcuffs jingle, strung around your joined hands like the red string of fate.  You look at each other, starlight on your faces, a noisy arena behind you and a game ahead of you. 

You smile back at him. 

You still intend to win.

-

It is a twenty minute walk.  Your conversation weaves around implications, some very forthright flirtations, and a couple scandalizing explanations.  Despite his previous goading, Felix is far more reserved in his desires.  He blinks when you describe a very dirty scenario and get detailed.   Very, very detailed.   

“Um, right,” he says.  “Fun as that sounds, I’m pretty sure that constitutes as a human rights violation.”

“So?”

“I, uhh, prefer to do things that don’t get me put on an Interpol watch list.” 

“Coward.”

You nonetheless accept this and describe a totally different scenario.  He looks a little wan. 

“Where would I get a rocket launcher?” he asks when you are finished. 

“I dunno, get creative.  My friend Seungmin once—oh shit, my friends!”

“Wait, huh?  Your friend Seungmin has a rocket launcher…?”

You take out your phone to find a gathering collection of texts from Seungmin and Minho, ranging from teasing you about losing your touch to asking if you got arrested and they need to bail you out.  Your friends are a nightmare which is why you like them, but they always get you out of trouble in the end. 

You confirm you are safe, that you already left, and that you are trying to have sex with a hot, insane, kinky sadist of a security guard.  

“You know I can read everything you are typing right now,” Felix says.  “I am standing right beside you.  You’re typing with a hand literally attached to mine.”

“Well, mind your own business.”  You do not bother hiding your texts. 

“You are giving them my name and address,” Felix replies.  “It sounds like my business.” 

“Well, it’s not.  We’ve already established the world revolves around me.  You’re the supporting character, pal.” 

“Right,” he says.  He blinks at the screen.  In a more serious voice, he asks, “Do you want the postal code too?” 

It never hurts to be thorough.  You type the address and send it to the boys. 

Good thing you waxed, Seungmin writes. 

Felix squints at the screen and tilts his head like a curious cat.  “You waxed for a concert?” he asks, giving you a once-over.  “What did you think was gonna—”

“I am prepared for every eventuality,” you interrupt.  “It’s why I always win.”

He holds up your handcuffed wrists and cocks an eyebrow.  “Is this what you call winning?” he asks. 

You smirk, your whole expression bright despite the suggestive wiggling of your eyebrows.  “Matter of opinion, I suppose,” you say.  “And my opinion is the only one that matters.” 

“Right,” he says, forcing a frown.  Despite his efforts, a smile is tugging at his lips.  He suffices to roll his eyes and march ahead, yanking you along behind him.  “Come on,” he says.  “We’re almost there.”  

Once your friends have your information, you put your phone in your little purse.  You turn the corner and find yourself looking at an absolutely gorgeous house.  Your jaw drops as Felix leads you up the driveway.  It is an ostentatious design to say the least.  You pass a gate mounted with two lion statues.  

“Not my style,” he says when you gawk at the stone kitties.  “This place belongs to my parents.  They usually rent it out but they let me live here while I go to school.” 

“So you weren’t kidding,” you say, a funny sensation in your chest and stomach.  “About your background, I mean.  You and me really are alike.” 

You realize the sensation in your chest is an inkling of feelings.  Genuine, heart-felt, soul-stirring feelings. You look at Felix and see a lot of yourself, though he is like a mirror version, exactly the same and completely the opposite.  It makes you huff, holding a hand to your stomach like you can control the butterflies there. 

“What’s wrong?” Felix asks, pausing at the front door. 

“When was the last time you had a feeling?” you ask.

“A… feeling?” he asks.  He stands silent for a long moment.  When he realizes you are not going to elaborate, he asks, “What kind of feeling?”

“Just a feeling,” you say.  “You know.” 

“Uhh.”  He blinks quickly.  “I have feelings all the time.  Every day.”

“Wow,” you say.  “That sounds exhausting.  Explains a lot about you.” 

“All right.”  He shakes his head.  He reaches into his back pocket and fishes out a set of house keys, twirling them around his fingers until he finds the right one. 

“Wouldn’t it be funny if I threw those keys too?” you ask.

He gives you an exasperated look.  You grin.

With a shake of his head, he sighs and unlocks the door.  The foyer lights flicker to life and the house alarm starts ringing.  It gives you a punch of adrenaline which has the predictable effect of getting your blood pumping.  Your body does not know the difference between fear and desire.  You have only been here two seconds but you are already licking your lips. 

Felix is none-the-wiser.  He flips open the alarm panel and punches in a code.  It beeps and goes quiet.   You look at each other in the soft golden glow of the foyer lamplight.  He still looks stupidly pretty, blue hair and glitter, sleeveless shirt and jeans.  Unassuming, gentle, sweet.  Not at all like he could throw you over his shoulder or manhandle you in the grass.  But he can.  He did.

“Come on,” he says, tugging on the chain between you. 

You feign disinterest but your eyes scour his space.  You pass through the kitchen where there is an array of baking utensils drying in the dishes rack.  The entire kitchen is clearly maintained with great care.  The rest of the space is a little chaotic, shelves and desks and units overflowing with technological equipment that you can neither recognize nor name. 

“I build computers,” he says, catching you staring at the pile of miscellaneous parts.  “Sorry for the mess.  I wasn’t expecting company.” 

This is uttered dryly and you wave it away.  You do not want to admit you find it somewhat endearing.  Your hobbies primarily consist of keeping the local PD on their toes, but you appreciate the practice of a craft.  It only adds another layer to this weird dude, pretty but athletic but intelligent but ridiculous but charming but geeky.  And just as competitive and crazy and freaky as you. 

“Bedroom’s this way,” he says.  “And, uh, don’t get any ideas.” 

“Too late,” you answer, though truthfully your filthier fantasies are fracturing in wake of the reality of him.  The computers, the baking tools, the wall of games and consoles, collectible toys and ughhh why did he have to be kind of adorable and secretly have a personality.  Mutual objectification is more your style.  Not quivering under a gentle touch and feeling… feelings. 

“You look like you are thinking way too hard,” Felix says, pausing at his bedroom door.  “It’s freaky.” 

“Not thinking anything,” you say, because you are too busy feeling to be thinking.  Ugh.   You shake it off and push open his bedroom door. 

He shakes his head and leads you in.  He has a pretty elaborate gaming setup, the rest of the room plain in comparison.  His bed is neatly made and you cannot help but envision a mess of sheets.  Yes.  That is more your thing.  Taking that sweet and gentle façade and corrupting it, right down to the core.  You want him to lose control.  You want to drive him crazy.  You want to draw this out, use the handcuffs and—

“Aha,” he says. “Right here.”

He pulls open a bedside drawer.  A pair of handcuffs is sitting inside it, the key right on top.  He takes it out and immediately unlocks you. 

The cuffs fall to the floor.  He scoops them up and jingles them in your face. 

You stare at them then slowly meet his gaze.

“Oh,” you say.  “You evil son of a bitch.”   

He looks at you with a soft little pout, like he cannot imagine why you would be upset and you are hurting his oh-so sensitive feelings.  But he knew you wanted to play him.  He knew you wanted the handcuffs a little longer.  Now there is no reason to linger.  Now you can just walk out the door and never see him again. 

He is going to make you ask for it. 

That is not your style.  You hate being out-smarted.  And you really, really, really hate losing. 

“Right,” you say.  “I guess that’s it then.”

“Guess so,” he says.  “Bye.” 

“Bye.”

“Bye.”

You are still standing in his bedroom.  It is dark but there is an elaborate lighting rig around his computer, all bright blue neon and blinking lights.  You are swimming in blue, breathing it in.  His hair, the room, and moonlight. 

You will never see this colour the same way again.  Of that much you are certain. 

“Blue,” you say. 

His brow crinkles.  “Blue?” he repeats. 

“Mm.”  You look around the room, pretending you are unbothered by the intensity of his gaze.   “Red.  Yellow.  Green.  Colours can say a lot, don’t you think?”

“Yes,” he says, exhaled on a breath.  The neon light catches the little star on his cheek, glinting at you.  He is dazzling.  This moment is larger than life.

You take a step back, holding his gaze. 

“Red for stop, yellow for slow down, green for go…” you drawl, backing out of his room.  “It’s amazing what you can say with just a colour…” 

“Uh-huh,” he says.  He looks at you like he did at the arena, maybe even more intensely.  Now he knows what you are capable of doing.  Now you understand each other. 

He follows you, assessing every step you take.  There is a subtle flex to the lean muscles of his arms, reminding you that while he is beautiful, he is also capable of more. 

“And what does blue mean?” he asks.  “To you?” 

You walk backwards, an unspoken understanding that once you turn your back, the game begins.  So you hold his gaze, smirking, inviting.  The foyer lights flash on and gold light fills the space between you, casting shadows across your smiling faces. 

He walks like a predatory cat, slow and smooth.  His confidence is easy.  He needs no grand display of machoism.  He just smiles that pretty pink mouth.  The glitter on his cheek sparkles.    

“Blue is the colour we show on the outside,” you say, “when deep down we really want something else.”

“I see,” he says.  Abruptly, his intensity vanishes when he laughs and says, “Put it back.” 

Somehow, despite diverting his attention, he still saw your slight-of-hand.  You swiped the closest object, a little jewel-encrusted clock on the nearby table.  You waited until your body obscured the view but he still saw.  

He can read you that easily, predict your moves that well.  Because it is not as though he loves the clock.  It stands out from his things, clearly one of the ostentatious designs, courtesy of his parents.  You can read him that easily too.  He does not like gaudy, shiny little knick-knacks.  He likes neon and blue and you. 

“Put what back?” you ask.  You have reached the front door.  Your hands are behind your back, the bauble in one, the other twisting the doorknob. 

“I’m not gonna ask twice,” he says. 

You push the door open. 

“I’ll give it back, if that’s what you really want,” you say.  With a suggestive little smirk, you ask, “So what’s your colour?” 

Red to stop.  Yellow to pause.  Green to give in. 

“Blue,” he says.  To play. 

You smile.  You hold up the bauble, wink, then zip it into your purse.    

“In that case,” you say, “you’ll have to catch me first.” 

His expression changes in an instant, that playful giggling gone as quickly as it came.  He breathes and it fills him, makes him look sturdy, makes him look ready.   

“Sweetheart,” he says.  “Don’t make me do this.” 

The softness of the pet name is completely undone by the dark tone of his voice.  There is nothing soft about him.  He is ice cold blue and burning red heat at once, searing you with his eyes, the way they rove your whole body.  You feel each glance.  A shiver races down your spine.  Instinctively, your body braces itself, fearful of that voice and that gaze. 

It also gets you so, so hot. 

All that tension snaps. 

You turn and run, bolting down the driveway and past the fancy gate.  You are quick on your feet, practiced and lithe.  You show him no mercy this time.  Earlier you were unprepared, severely misjudging his capabilities, but you will not make the same mistake again. 

You glance over your shoulder.  He is no where to be seen so you slow your pace, bemused. 

A minute later, he comes tearing around the corner and your heart starts pumping again.   Just like back at the arena, he grins as he thunders after you. 

An instinctive little yelp leaves your mouth.  You resume your pace, booking it for the corner of the block.  There is a little patch of green park so you run there, disappearing between the bushes. 

It seemed like a good idea but the streetlight barely breaks the thick tree branches. It is darker and eerier here, genuine fright overcoming you.  You come to a clumsy stop, fumbling with your purse to grab your phone.  A flashlight will stop you tripping, but it will also lead Felix right to you. 

You hear him behind you, clambering through the bushes.  Your heart leaps.  The darkness makes you forget this is all pretend.  You run without a light, dashing down the narrow path and squinting for even a glimpse of street light.  You need to get out of the bushes otherwise you risk falling on your face, then he will be right on top of you in seconds.   But running on the road will expose you too quickly. 

You will not surrender that easily.  He knows that. 

Torn between the garden and the road, you get a brilliant idea.  You dash back onto the street and hope it takes him a minute to follow.  He is not behind you so you race back to his house. 

There is no way he will circle back here.  He knows you want a chase, so a chase is what he anticipates.  He would never guess you ran back into his house.  Oh, you can’t wait for the look on his face when he finds you perched on his bed, feigning boredom as you wait. 

You run back up the driveway.  The front door is closed and you crash right into it, assuming it would be unlocked.  Nope. He locked it.  Maybe that is why he was delayed. 

You spin around, halfway expecting to find him there, ready to push you up against his door and cage you in.  But no, you are still winning.  He is undoubtedly still running through those bushes. He will circle the whole block before heading back here.    

You hurry down the side of the house, looking for any open windows.  You do not think he had time to set the alarm.  Did he?  Maybe that is why he was so far behind. 

The side gate is unlocked so you slip into the backyard.  You come to a surprised stop because it is a beautiful landscape.  The greenery is pristine and there are little couches and chairs scattered around.  There is a shed, some storage trunks, a fire pit.    In the middle of everything is a pool, sparkling blue in the golden lamplight.  Of course. 

You do not rush. You cross the yard in a slow walk, taking a moment to catch your breath.  You strategize your next move.  Should you pose on one of the pool chairs?  Wait by his back door and knock when he gets home? 

Your thoughts are interrupted by a low hum.  Someone is making their way down the side of the house.  

You panic.  You are often caught scampering around places you are not supposed to be, so instinct propels you to hide.   You run to one of the storage trunks and duck behind it. 

No sooner have you hidden does Felix stroll into the backyard.  He is a little dishevelled, a few strands of hair escaping from his half-ponytail, but he seems mostly unbothered.  He moves at a leisurely pace, humming to himself as he swings the gate open. 

He pauses there, leaning against the tall fence.   You are quite certain the world has never been this quiet.    

 “I know you’re here,” Felix says, his deep voice shattering the silence. 

Your heart leaps into your throat.  You should have known better.  Of course he had the same idea as you.  Now what?  How can you outsmart someone who can predict your every move? 

You peek around the storage trunk.  Felix is smiling, all dimples and delight.  Even his eyes are glittering as he swings the gate shut.  He looks across the yard as he curls his fist around the padlock.  He slams it shut, effectively locking you in with him. 

So that is why he took so long.  He unlocked the gate before giving chase.  He laid a trap and you ran right into it. 

His walk is more of a prowl, a slow but steady tread across the grass.

“Come out, come out,” he sing-songs, uncannily chipper. 

You cannot believe you are about to be beaten so quickly.  It has your head spinning, your heart racing from your run, your adrenaline pounding as he approaches. 

Your heart tempers itself when he stops.  He pokes his head around the fire pit to see if you are hiding there.  

“Sweetheart,” he says, casting his gaze around the yard.  “You don’t need to hide.  I promise I’m not mad.”  He strolls around the pool, looking from here to there, even up at the trees.  He hums thoughtfully to himself.  “Now, now… If I was a troublemaker who needed to learn a lesson, where would I hide…”  He ducks behind a pool chair, frowning.  “Hmm, hmm, hmm…” 

He stands for a minute, tapping his chin.  You want to glean some semblance of your surroundings, but you do not want to take your eyes off him.  You are convinced if you do, he will manifest right beside you.  So you look at the house then at him, the gate then at him, the trees then at him.   You almost want to scream.  He is not even moving and he has you completely captivated, every last sense in your body attuned to him. 

“Pleeeeease,” he says in a long drawl, a cute little tone.  He ambles over to a different storage trunk and lifts the lid.  “I promise I won’t hurt you.”

He slams the lid down so hard it makes the unit wobble.  Even though you are far away, it makes you jump.  You have to cover your mouth to stop a yelp from escaping. 

You stare as he leans over the other unit, peering behind it.  He huffs in frustration when he finds nothing.  Despite the angry grimace, when he stands upright, he is wearing that saccharine smile. 

“You’re hurting my feelings, sweetheart,” he says.  “I thought we were turning into friends.  Don’t you want to be my friend?” 

He flings a chair out of his way, then swiftly drops to his knees to peer under the picnic table.  He is getting closer, bit by bit, which is somehow more terrifying than if he beelined right at you. 

He is giving you time, you realize.  He wants you worked up.  He wants your heart racing.  He wants you quivering and soft and afraid. 

You look around frantically, searching for an escape. 

Your hope rises then plummets.  The back door is ajar but that is an obvious trap.  It leads into the house but there is no way you are crossing the yard without him seeing you. 

You jump at another slam.  It was the shed door.  He is stepping inside it, rifling through the yard tools in case you are crouched inside. 

“Come on,” he says into the shed.  “Don’t be scared.” 

You take a deep breath.  You have only seconds to cross the yard while his back is turned.  You do not waste another moment, jumping to your feet and running as quietly and as quickly as you can. 

He is just as quiet.  You shriek at the sudden arm that catches you, just like it did at the arena.  Felix tackles you onto the grass again, pushing you down on your back and covering your mouth. 

You wrestle him, just like last time, ignoring his laughter as you claw and bite at him. 

“You’re a little mean, you know that?” he says, waving his hand after narrowing dodging your teeth.  He dives back in, undeterred, grabbing your face in one hand.  “Yeah, that’s it,” he says.  “Fight me.  Brat.” 

You do not surrender easily, but he manhandles you with the same effortless skill as before.  There is no doubt he has training that you lack, flipping you in his arm then pushing you down on your front.  You kick your legs as he straddles your backside.  He brings your hands together on the base of your spine. 

You know what is coming and it makes you shriek with frustration.  Just like last time, he slaps the handcuffs on your wrists and locks your hands behind your back. 

“You stupid little—” you start, your words stifled when he puts his hand over your mouth and yanks your head up.  He holds the handcuff key in front of your face, then makes a show of throwing it.  You are pretty sure it is still in his fist, but the very idea has you whimpering into his palm. 

“That’s better,” he says, slowly taking his hand off your mouth.  It hovers like he expects you to start screaming.  You just exhale heavily, glaring.  “All right,” he says.  “Very good.  Come on.” 

You play at obedience long enough to get off the ground.  He helps you stand, then you immediately kick at him.  He tries to grab your leg but you dodge the swipe of his hand, running the opposite way. 

Your balance is thrown, dizzy from the takedown and the handcuffs.  He catches you quickly.   You yelp when he sweeps you off your feet, boasting all that hidden strength again. 

He carries you over to the deck where he drops down, sitting with his legs spread to fit you in between.  With your back to his front, he pulls you against him, an arm across your chest to keep you pinned together. 

“Oh fuck you,” you say, wriggling helplessly. 

“Not quite,” he says, laughing.  “I’ve been picturing something else.” 

He covers your mouth again, catching your shriek when he tugs your shirt open.  The flannel falls down your shoulders and he yanks the tank top down, getting a handful of everything you inadvertently flashed him earlier. 

Despite the force of his initial touch, he is not rough.  You might have kept your cool if he was; you are used to rough, fast, hard.  But his hand is tender, almost loving, a slow touch that trails from your neck down your chest, thumb circling the peak of your nipple before he squeezes your curves in the cup of his hand.   It is maddeningly slow and careful, your whining trapped in the palm of his hand. 

“This is what I was picturing,” he says.  It sounds like a growl, his deep tone just above a rough whisper.  His lips graze your ear and you shiver. 

You gasp, taking in deep gulps of air when he frees your mouth.  A weak whimper is all you manage when he hooks his legs around yours and pries them apart.  His hand dives down to your shorts, making swift work of the buttons. 

“Yup, just what I thought,” he says as his fingers sink inside you.  “Do you feel that?” he asks, as if your attention could be on anything but the thorough, rolling touch of his fingers, torturing the sensitive bundle of nerves between your legs.  He slides his fingers into you with no resistance whatsoever. He starts finger-fucking you, laughing when you moan, when you rear up under his hand for more.  “Mmm, yeah, you want it don’t you?”  You try to resist but it is hard, especially when he teases you, making you chase him with your hips.  He just laughs again, slowing his touch maddeningly.  “God, that’s hot,” he says.  “You might be a brat but your pussy...   It’s begging for it, isn’t it?  Does it like this, sweetheart, hmm?  Hmm?” 

He is absolutely torturing you, rubbing those swollen nerves to the crest of an orgasm then withdrawing, again and again, until you swear it burns.  You make a strangled sound, clutching his hand on your chest, still cupped possessively on your naked breast. 

“Tell me,” he says.  “Tell me how much you want me to make you come.” 

“Mmmph,” is your oh-so intelligent reply. 

“You can do better than that,” he says.  “Come on.  Show me how much you want it.  You can’t lie to me, sweetheart.  I can feel it, hmm?  Gonna feel it when you come.  Gonna feel your pussy get nice and tight around my fingers, asking for it, baby—oh yeah, what’s that?  What’s it want?” 

“Ugh, fuck you,” you whine. 

“Nuh-uh, sweetheart,” he says.  “Fuck you.  You can run that pretty mouth but I know what you really need.  You’re gonna be begging me for my cock, to fill you up and make you feel all full for real. Isn’t that right?  Go on.  Show me you want it.  Show me.” 

Your chest is heaving.  Your eyes close.  You concentrate on that orgasm, chasing it desperately.  It approaches rapidly and your thighs start shaking. 

He covers your mouth again, once more predicting you.  He knows you are about to come.  This time he takes you right over, groaning in your ear, clutching you tight while never once slowing the deft thrust of his hand.  You scream into his palm, the intensity of the orgasm washing over you.  The blue light of the pool flickers even with your eyes closed, seeing nothing but blue, blue, blue.   He surrounds you, his voice, his moans, his touch. 

Your hips buck, your heart skipping a frantic beat when pleasure turns to sensitivity. He chuckles but stops, dropping his hand off your mouth.  You catch your breath, slumping against his chest. 

He touches your face with the hand he just used to fuck you, wet fingers streaking across your mouth as he turns your head.  You blink at him and part your lips just for him to shove his fingers in your mouth.  You cannot help but moan, eyes closing as you suck the tangy wetness right off his fingers.  You watch when he takes them back, when he licks them for himself.  Strands of blue fall across his forehead.  He looks as flushed and filthy as you feel. 

He grins around his fingers.  Then he grabs the back of your neck and pulls your face to his.  He kisses you for the first time with the taste of your pussy on both your mouths.  His kiss is deep and bold, as if you are already his.  You are dizzy when he stops, gasping when he pecks your lips with sweet, chaste little kisses. 

“Gonna uncuff you now,” he says softly.  “Because for what we do next…”  He grabs you by the throat and you mewl, clenching around nothing when he rolls his hips under you, showing you how hard he is.  “Yeah, sweetheart.  For that, I need all of you.” 

You sit quietly while he uncuffs you.  You feign complacency, standing on shaky legs when he guides you upright.   You fix your shirt, glaring at him, though it is a little harder while you are still catching your breath. 

He was right about one thing; you need him like you have never needed anyone.  You are throbbing, completely and totally aching with the loss of his touch.  You have never felt such clear pulsations, your body begging for more even while your expression is petulant. 

You follow him to the open door.  One step, two steps. 

Then you say, “Blue.” 

You take off running into the house. 

He laughs incredulously, not even making an attempt to grab you. 

He slams the door shut behind him.  You skid to a stop in the hall, listening to the gentle beeping of the alarm as he arms it from the inside.  It is the same quiet threat as the padlock; there is no escape. 

Giddy, excited, practically vibrating with anticipation, you run and hide.  There are boxes and tables piled high with gadgetry, not to mention his couch and bookshelves and general appliances.  Plenty more places to hide than that big back yard.  And when he finally does find you, when you have worked him up the way he worked you up—

That is what winning is all about. 

You sit in your hiding place, breathing hard.    

“Sweetheart,” Felix says in that too-sweet voice.  His footsteps are slow, unhurried, casual.  “Stop hiding.  I said I didn’t want to hurt you, but if you keep this up…” 

You peer at him between some boxes.  He stops in the middle of the room, catching his breath too.  The glittering amusement has left his eyes.  They are narrowed, his flushed cheeks and sweaty hairline only exacerbating his predatory air. 

He unties his half-ponytail, then bends over to run his fingers through the length of it.  He flips back up, all that blue falling prettily in place.  He licks his lips as he prowls through the room, looking behind boxes, ducking under tables. 

You shuffle with him, moving when he does.  He checks your previous hiding space with a jaunty, “A-ha!” then curses. 

“Come on now,” he says, turning around.  He smiles like a shark, all teeth, hungry despite the innocent flash of a dimple.  “You’re only hurting yourself,” he says.  “I know you, sweetheart.  You’re in here somewhere, and you can’t tell me you’re not thinking about what it’s gonna feel like when I catch you, yeah?  Hmm.  You’re fast.  I bet you’re flexible too.  I bet I can get you into all sorts of positions.  Get you making all sorts of noises for me…” 

It is a struggle to be quiet as you move.  Your limbs are still shaky.  Every word out of his mouth makes your breath catch. 

You swallow hard, freezing when he pauses.  Did he hear that?  Maybe not.  He turns the other way, heaving a deep sigh before he laughs.  It lacks amusement, a harsh sound as he turns and turns. 

“Come out, come out,” he sing-songs.  In a harder voice, he snaps, “Stop hiding from me.”  Then he smiles again.  He turns in your direction slowly.  “You’re not scared of me, are you?” 

You cover your mouth, cowering down when he seems to look right at you.  Your heart is pounding so hard, you would not be surprised if he could hear it, even feel it, shaking this whole damn house. 

“If you come out on your own,” he says, “I promise to make you feel good.  You’ll come so hard, you’ll forget how scared you are.” 

You keep that hand over your mouth, fighting to keep quiet.  It stifles a shriek when he suddenly waves at you, a drole little finger-wiggle.    

“Come on, sweetheart,” he says.  He crouches down, putting himself at eye-level, peering between the boxes that shield you.  “Don’t make me come get you,” he says.  “I’ve been nice, haven’t I? Don’t make me do something we’ll both regret.”    

You shuffle to the side.  He slaps a hand over his face, shaking his head while he laughs. 

“Right,” he says.  “Fine.  We’ll do it that way.” 

You bolt when he does, shrieking as you clamber around some equipment to get away.  You manage to escape to the foyer, cursing when the automatic lights flash on.  It feels like a spotlight, illuminating you in the middle of that big empty space with no where to hide. 

You can hear Felix stomping after you.  You scurry into the kitchen, looking around frantically for somewhere to hide. 

You yelp when he bursts in behind you.  This time, he does not give.   He grabs you roughly when you try to run again.  With very little effort, like you are scarcely more than a mild inconvenience, he lifts you off your feet and slings you over his shoulder.  He says nothing while you curse and squirm and slap his back. 

“You know what I wonder?” he eventually says, marching you right into the bedroom.  “I wonder… if I make you cry, is that gonna make you tighter, you think?”  He slides you down his body, holding you flush against him.  He smiles.  “Worth a shot, no?” 

And then he handcuffs your wrist to his wrist and tosses the key across the room.

“Oops,” he says. 

He grabs your throat and you gasp, spilling onto the bed when he pushes you.  He puts your on your back then straddles your chest, swiftly unbuttoning his jeans. 

“Open up,” he says, practically prying your mouth open, just giggling when you bite at him.  “If you bite me,” he says, two fingers shoved deep in your mouth, “I promise, I’ll give you something to be fucking scared of.” 

You were right.  You will never see the colour blue the same way again.  You will never be able to settle for anything less than Felix again. 

With a whimpery sigh, you relent, blissful as your mouth falls open.  He shoves his clothes out of his way, just enough.  He is rock hard and wet at the tip when he guides your mouth around his dick.  He cradles your head gently, even if the rest of him is not gentle.

You moan, your pussy literally twitching for attention as he shoves into your throat and makes your eyes water.  You take him well and he groans, pulsing in your mouth when tears start running down your face.  He fucks your mouth and throat, a back and forth that has your seeing stars.  Eventually he pulls back, laughing as runs his fingers through his hair. 

“Oh, baby,” he says.  He reaches down to wipe a tear.  “I wanted to do that the second you started mouthing off to me.”

“Asshole,” you say, though it comes out with a giggle. 

He laughs, sliding down your body to get between your legs. He gets your shorts and underwear out of his way, kissing across your pussy and up your stomach.  He lifts your shirt and crosses your breasts with his mouth, leaving little bite marks in his wake.

With the hand cuffed to yours, he interlocks your fingers sweetly, pressing it into the mattress.  Then he swoops up.  He kisses you, his tongue a soothing touch after everything. 

You moan, literally shaking with need as he smiles against your lips.   He speaks in that low, rasping voice when he says, “I can’t wait to see the look on your face when you realize you’re gonna come all over my cock.” 

“Oh god,” is your rough reply. 

“It’s Felix,” he says.  “You’re gonna be screaming it in a second, aren’t you, sweetheart?” 

He has a condom in his bedside drawer.  Though you see him put it on, he still leans down to dirty talk, holding your throat as he whispers, “Was gonna be nice and wrap it, but you don’t like it nice, do you?”  He spreads your legs with his own, pushing down with his hips.  You whimper when the head of his cock glides over where you are very wet and very needy.  “No, sweetheart,” he says.  “I’m gonna have all of you.  And you – are gonna – take it.” 

He punctuates this with short thrusts, gradually easing inside you.  You moan, canting your hips to meet him, needing more.  When he starts fucking you in earnest, your whole body gets pliant like it never has before.  You let him hold you, tethered to him by the handcuffs and something else, something to do with those feelings inside you.  You let them melt into the physical sensations.  When he touches you, working you into an orgasm while he is deep inside you, it all washes over you.  You come with a cry, screaming his name just like he said. 

“Yeah, that’s it,” he says.  Your bodies are flush together, chests touching, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist.  His face is in your neck when he laughs.  It is not a fake laugh, not coloured darkly, but ringing with true amusement.  “What’s your name?” he asks.

You laugh too, whispering it against his mouth when he leans in to kiss you.  He groans, kissing you, and says your name against your lips when he comes.  It binds you to him more effectively than the handcuffs. 

You lay there for some time afterward, all that pent-up adrenaline taking its time to dwindle.  He lays on your chest, your free hand in his hair, stroking it.  Eventually he looks at you with wide eyes. 

“I’m not, you know, like that, I mean—” he says. 

“I know,” you reply, massaging the nape of his neck.  You get uncharacteristically bashful.  Usually your partners, being more dominant, are the ones offering consolation to you, and you seldom need much.  Felix, you can tell, needs something, and it draws something out of you that you hardly knew existed.  Something tender and soft, that enjoys touching him and soothing him and making him smile. 

“Do you still have that, uh, feeling?” he later asks. 

You nod.  He smiles. 

“Me too,” he says. 

“That’s nice.  Can we get the handcuff key now?” you ask, making him laugh. 

The handcuffs end up on the floor with your clothes. 

This is usually the part where you run away, but you think you are done with running for a while.  You lay down with Felix, side by side, washed in the neon blue light.  You take a breath and roll onto his chest, resting your head there, and he runs a hand down your back in a soft caress. 

“I’m just glad I didn’t wax for no reason,” you break the silence, making him snort.  He slaps a hand over his face, shaking his head.  “What!  Don’t look at me like that or I’ll try and sneak into another concert when you’re on the clock.”

“Mm, will you?” he asks, grinning.  “I better be prepared.” 

“Oh no, I’m not messing with you.  I’m picking an easier target next time.”

“I’ll find you anyway,” he says.  “Can’t hide from me, sweetheart.”

“Hmm,” you say, hiding your face because that squishy feeling in your chest is back.  “I still won this round.” 

He lifts your face so he can look at you.  Your eyes close when he swoops in and kisses you.  You can’t even pretend to be annoyed with him anymore.  Vexatious vixen, indeed.   

“I think,” he says, “we might have tied this round, sweetheart.” 

“Fine,” you say.  You kiss again, long and sweet.  Then you bop him on the nose.  “But next time it’ll be me.”

He sighs but smiles, shaking his head.  Then he cups your face and pulls you in for another kiss.   

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The Switch // pt. 2 // 21 questions

pt. 1

Master list & spotify

Pairing: Avengers x Teen! Avenger! Fem! Witch! Reader, Peter Parker x Avenger! Fem! Witch! Reader

Warnings: a bit a lot of kissing, fluff, typos, a dash of angst. Fire, If I forgot any please inform me.

(Story) Summary: You hold the powers you can't control, what happens when you start to lose control?

(Chapter) Summary: You and Peter go on a date, and find out more about each other.

A/N: This is mostly fluff than angst

Reader's age: 16

Divider by: @firefly-graphics

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A week had past since you had that dream. You didn't know how much longer you could go without tell anyone about everything going on inside your head, about how you could be the end of The Avengers.

Every night it was the same nightmare, over and over. Everyday was the same, the panic of losing control, and the hope of finding the brown haired boy.

While all of that was happening, your friendship with Peter grew, and so did your crush He was the person you always hung out with at school. Peter kept your secret about the dreams you've been having, he was a good friend to you.

Peter knew the ways to calm you down, he was your anchor. You would lose a little bit of control, and Peter was there by your side to calm you down. And yes you grew a suspicion that Peter was the brunette boy you've been looking for, but the chances were unlikely.

It was happening, you asked Peter out on a date and he agreed. Though you only known and lived with him for a week, you couldn't keep you feelings from him. You haven't felt this happy since you were recruited as an Avenger.

When you looked at Peter it was like looking at your own paradise. You felt like everything happening stopped. His puppy dog eye's calmed you down and helped relieve stress.

Of course you guys told the house hold about the date, and with the help of Wanda and Natasha, you will achieve the look you're going for.

You sat in your chair while Nat straighten your hair and Wanda applied your eyeshadow. You were a tad nervous, but the tea Wanda made you helped your nerves.

"Do you know where he's taking you?" Wanda asked

"Peter's taking me to a restaurant about twenty minutes from here, then he said the rest is surprise" you squealed.

"Well if anything goes wrong, you know you can call one of us" Nat told you while putting your hair up in a formal bun.

"Nothing will go wrong; we're gonna eat and then probably go to the movies" you informed her.

Peter awaited your arrival down stairs, where Tony was helping Peter with his tie.

"What she doesn't like the flowers?" Peter asked, he was nervous

"She'll like them, all you have to do is give them to her and stop being such a nervous wreck." Tony told him.

Peter heard only the beginning of the sentence before getting distracted by you. You walked down the stairs as you dawned a black top with a red skirt. He swore you looked like an angel.

"Hey Pete, you ready?" You asked the stunned boy.

"Y-yeah" Peter stuttered and you the flowers.

You and Peter made it to the restaurant and were seated. The lighting from the candles at the table made Peter's doe eyes sparkle.

"You look very dashing tonight, Y/N" Peter said.

"Right back at ya" you replied while doing finger guns. Finger guns? What is am I doing? you thought to yourself.

Peter giggled and blushed a little.

"Oh my god, I'm sorry, that was cringy" you apologized while covering you face in embarrassment.

"No, No, it's fine, I do silly stuff all the time" Peter told you.

You two hardly talked, all you guys did was stare into each other's eyes. The only time you two didn't look at each other, was when you had to look at the menu. You were interrupted by the waiter bring you spaghetti and Peter's pasta.

"So where'd you grow up?" You started the conversation

"I use to live in Queens with my aunt May, but the Tony asked me to join the team and to move in." Peter answered while taking a bite of his food. "How 'bout you?"

"I grew up with my mom in Manhattan until she passed away when I was thirteen. I had an episode with my powers and Steve found me." You told him your story "We still don't know how I got them."

"Sorry for your loss" Peter gave his condolences, though you insisted you were fine.

You and Peter walked out of the restaurant, yours and his hands intertwined with his as you guys walked.

"Where to now?" You asked

"It's a surprise" he answered, "for now, I want to know more about you."

"How about a game of twenty-one questions?" You negotiated

"Okay, Your favorite movie?" Peter asked as you guys continued walking.

"I like La La Land, all time favorite, you?" You threw the question back at him.

"I'm a Star Wars fan, I love those movies" he confessed. "Favorite band?"

"Led Zeppelin, I grew up with Tony in the house, I have good taste" you answered

"I'm more of an Imagine Dragons person" Peter responded, causing you giggle a little.

You didn't have a problem with Imagine Dragons, but Peter didn't seem like that kind of guy. He always made fun of that band and stuff like that.

"Are we there yet?" You asked

"In fact, yes we are" Peter answered, letting go of your hand.

He took you to a beautiful flower field, covered in pink and yellow poppies.

"Peter, this is breath taking" you spoke in astonishment.

You walked through all the flowers and laid down in the pile of poppies. The smell of fresh grass came to you, it was like you were in a flowers shop. Peter came to lay down with you and look at the stars.

"How are you liking tonight so far?" Peter asked, his hands locking with yours again.

"I'm loving it" you answered "I haven't felt this happy since I can remember."

You turned your head to looked at him and he did the same, your eyes made contact with his. The air shifted and suddenly your lips lock with his. You ran your hands through his hair and his hands grabbed your face.

"Wow" he said as you both stopped kissing. Peter wasn't expecting to kiss you, and you didn't expect to kiss him, but it just happened.

"That was-" Peter cut you off with an other kiss. But this time something was different, it was like the atmosphere had change and everything was meant to be.

"We should probably get home now, we have school tomorrow" Peter said in a nervous tone.

You took out your sketch book as soon as you got home from your date. You didn't have anything new to sketch, you did have one you needed to finish. It was your most recent dream, one where you saw the face of the mystery boy. The one where you saw Peter.

This one was different though, you weren't floating on the air, or crying. On this dream you were kissing him, but it was the same setting as all your recent dreams. You were still in what you were guessing was your new super suit.

Your green power wasn't in the air anymore, and the kiss seemed more passionate. Someone knocked on the door, you quickly closed your sketch book and told them to come in.

"Hey" Peter poked his head into your room. "I wanted to let you know that I had fun tonight, and that I seemed nervous because..." Peter looked at floor, trailing off his sentence.

"Because what?" You tried getting him to finish his sentence.

"You were my first kiss, and my first girlfriend, and I didn't know how to rea-"

"-Did you call me your girlfriend?" You cut him off.

"Oh s-sorry, now I sound like a weirdo because we onl-" you pressed your lips against his.

"I liked today and I love the title 'girlfriend'. We should do this again sometime" you told him after the kiss.

"Y-yeah, I'm good for after school tomorrow" Peter was making plans already.

"It's a date" you said before he exited your room.

"Y/N! Watch out!" Clint screamed as a missile came very close to you. You used your powers to move it away, but accidentally hit a building. Flames covered the building and it came crashing down.

#the switch #peter parker angst #peter parker x reader #avengers x reader #avengers angst #peter parker x fem!reader #peter parker fic #peter parker fluff #marvel fanfiction #marvel x you #avengers x you #avengers fluff #avengers fanfiction #y/n #faniction #x reader fics

[endlessnightlock]

@lovely-tothe-bone requested a story based on this post, and what m'lady wants m'lady gets ;).

Featuring bi! Peeta, everlark, and some Finnick/Peeta shenanigans.

Finnick’s eyes were sparkling with mischievousness and glee as he approached Peeta from the side, sidling up to his friend. Peeta glanced at the students behind them as Finnick threw an arm around his shoulder and pulled him into his side. “Please don’t start,” he muttered to Finnick, catching Katniss’s eye and looking away. This was not how he’d planned on telling her.

“You’re the one who agreed to simulate fellatio on a statue, though.”

“And why I did, I’m not sure,” Peeta grumbled. "It was a really stupid dare."

“Yeah, kind of surprised me too,” Finnick whispered not quietly enough as their Intro To Art History class filed out of the museum. “Besides, all I’m saying is you knew how to show that statue a good time. That’s it.”

“Shut up, Finn.”

“Don’t look so glum. At least it was only Katniss who walked in on you mid-sucking marble dick. You never know, maybe she’s into that.” Finnick shoved Peeta lightly away. “There’s Annie. I gotta catch up to her. Talk to you later?”

“Yeah, sure. Later, man.”

Finnick turned around and finger-gunned him in farewell. “Later.”

Peeta slowed down, allowing most of the classmates behind him to pass, waiting for Katniss. She met up with him, slipping her hand into his. They lingered, letting the rest of the class get farther ahead. “Hey gorgeous,” he greeted her, squeezing her fingers.

“Hey,” Katniss responded shyly. They had been dating for about three weeks, and it was going really well. Peeta hadn’t ever felt like anyone else like he did with her—like she just innately got him. They weren’t rushing into things, though. He didn’t want to be that guy love-bombing the girl he was into. 

“Enjoy your trip to the museum?” Peeta asked quietly.

“Yes. I saw you back there, you know,” Katniss teased him.

Peeta laughed under his breath. “Yeah, I know you did. I’m surprised you didn’t run away screaming after getting an eyeful of my mouth on a marble dick.”

“It seemed unsanitary,” Katniss said, rolling her eyes.

“Don’t worry. I wiped it off with sanitizer first.”

“Somehow, that’s even pervier, like you were starting things out with a hand job.”

Peeta laughed. “Maybe I was. Who’s to say?”

“I don’t think anyone else saw, though. You’re secret is safe with me.”

“Yeah, that’s what Finnick said. He also said it looked like I knew what I was doing,” Peeta told her, running his hand that wasn’t in hers through his hair nervously. 

Katniss snorted. “Well, I wasn’t going to bring it up, but yeah, you did look like you knew what you were doing. I think. I don’t know. I’ve never actually done that before.”

“You’ve never?” Peeta trailed off, poking his tongue against his cheek and holding his hand in a circle in front of his mouth.

“No, I’ve never given a blow job. Is that weird?”

“No, no, that’s cool,” he glanced her way. “I wouldn’t ask you to do anything you didn’t want to do, by the way.”

“It’s not that I don’t, exactly. I mean, I might want to try it with you eventually. I’m a little intrigued by the idea.”

Peeta would not let himself dwell on the idea that Katniss was intrigued with the idea of giving him a blow job. This was his opportunity to tell her. He couldn’t let arousal get in the way. “Well, I have,” he admitted.

Katniss stopped walking, looking at him, obvious confusion in her expression. “You’ve—”

Peeta shrugged. “You know,” he stuck his tongue against his cheek again and held his hand up. “Given a blow job. That’s why it looked like I knew what I was doing. Because I did.” He dropped his hand and the humor, nervously waiting for her response.

“You’re gay?” Katniss whispered, looking no less confused than before he expounded.

“Yeah, that’s what I’m saying. And I use the term bisexual.”

“Oh.”

“I’ve wanted to tell you for a while. I just wasn’t sure how. Walking in on me giving oral to a statue was as good as any, which is Finnick’s fault, by the way, because he dared me. Never would have done that on my own.”

Katniss laughed nervously.

“I just didn’t want to freak you out,” Peeta admitted.

Katniss’s expression cleared, and she moved closer to him, standing on her tiptoes and pressing her lips to his. “It doesn't freak me out. As long as you’re only dating me, I don’t care who else you’re attracted to. I don’t like to share,” she said. “I get jealous pretty easily.”

“I don’t want to share you with anyone, either. I like you so much, Katniss.”

“I like you too.” Katniss dropped to her feet and started walking again. “And I’m starving. Want to go get a milkshake or something?”

“Love to.”

#endlessnightlock writes #everlark fanfiction #bisexual peeta #modern a/u #katniss x peeta

[chrisdrysdale]

Never Again

Neighbour!Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Summary: The girl next door is Bucky Barnes dream girl but what happens when she need his help……

Warnings: Violence, attack, fluff, romance, Bucky’s nightmares, smut/love making (it’s very passionate)

A/N: Hey guys so this is for

@pellucid-constellations writing challenge, the challenge was to incorporate a love letter into a fic, so I hope you enjoy!!! and go follow Kathie!! ♥️♥️♥️♥️ 

A/N pt 2: There’s a reference to 2 other movies in this fic extra brownie points if you get them ;)

Word Count. 4.1k (I am very sorry 😬)

It was a warm Sunday evening on Blakeley Wood Road. It was your second week on the street and you had been introduced to everyone on the road except the man next door. You had only seen him a couple of times when you were going to get any mail you had received. He was tall, strong, and attractive.

You were sitting out on your front lawn on some new furniture you got from a second hand store that was down the road. You had a book in one hand and a tall glass of lemonade in the other. You heard the door beside you click open. It was your neighbour. You got up quickly and fixed your dress to go and introduce yourself to him. You got up to his door before he turned around. “Hi, I’m Y/N, I just moved him 2 weeks ago and I don’t believe we’ve met” you said while holding out your hand for him to shake it

“Hi Y/N, I’m Bucky, it’s nice to meet you” he said while taking your hand. You heard a meowing sound and looked down to see a fluffy white cat walking around Bucky’s legs. “And that would be Alpine”

“Oh my god she’s so cute” you squealed while bending down to pick Alpine up “Oh no be careful she doesn- oh”

Bucky stopped himself saying Alpine doesn’t really like new people but looked up to see Alpine curled up in your chest nudging her head against yours. “Hang on wait she doesn’t really like people lemme check this cat is mine” He traced around Alpines neck looking for her tag, just before he found it, his fingers lightly grazed over your chest making you hitch your breath. “Oh god I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to”

“It’s ok don’t worry about”

“Sorry, I’m really nervous when meeting new people, especially when their as beautiful as yourself”

Bucky’s words caused a faint blush to grow on your cheeks. You looked down at the ground when a beautiful gold and black sparkle caught your attention. You looked closer at his hand and could see that it goes all the way up, you took a close look at his chest and could see through his white shirt that the arm stops at his shoulder. “Your arm it’s very beautiful, can I?” you asked putting your hand near his suggesting you want to touch it. “Yeah sure be my guest” he brought his hand up to yours. You ran your fingers around the bumps and curves of gold. “wow” you said slowly taking your hand away. “Thanks, honestly a lot of people on the street are scared of me because of it, it links back to someone else-“

“The Winter Solider? Right?”

“Yeah how did you know”

“I knew the second I saw you for the first time when I moved in”

“But how did you know I was him?”

“I was on the highway the time you fought Captain America and the Black Widow, so I recognised you”

“Ah Jeez I didn’t hurt you did I?”

“No no no, no you didn’t” you said in a reassuring tone.

“Well that’s good to here”

“I have to get going now but it was nice to meet you Bucky, hopefully I see you around”

“You too Y/N”

You went back to your lawn, and grabbed your book and drink and went inside. You made yourself dinner, and sat down on your couch, to binge watch some tv.

It was 11:30pm when you decided to go to bed. You switched off the tv and washed your dishes. You went into the bathroom to brush your teeth and wash your face. You crawled into bed wrapping up in your bedsheets.

It was a few hours later when you were woken up to the icy cold barrel of a gun pressed up against your temple. “Up. Now.” a deep voiced man demanded. You quickly got up out of your bed, the chill of the cold air and the gun, running up your spine. All you were wearing was a crop top and a pair of sweatpants. You were terrified for your life, you didn’t know what these men were going to do you. The man covered your face in a tissue that was covered in chloroform, you tried you best not to inhale it but the chemical was taking over your lungs. The man let go of your face causing you to smack your whole body on the wall before hitting the ground.

30 minutes later you woke to hear glass smashing downstairs. Your body was aching and too sore to move, so you stayed on the floor slouched against a chest of drawers coming in and out of consciousness. Another 2 minutes passed when you heard fighting, and then 2 gunshots followed by thuds. Then you heard someone running upstairs, you were terrified of who it was, your body was shaking and tears were running down your face uncontrollably, while your eyes were heavy. The door bust open to a tall figure, you were too tired to look up to see who it was but recognised them when they spoke.

“Hey, hey Y/N it’s me it’s Bucky, you remember from today” he crouched down beside you

“B-bucky”

“Yeah”

You curled into him, because right now it was the only thing you felt safe doing. He took you in and held you close, you were sobbing so much to the point were your face felt numb. “Do you think you can stand Y/N”

“yeah just give me a second”

Bucky separated himself from you allowing you to move onto all fours and slowly pull yourself up. You almost fell back down but Bucky caught you. “C’mon you can stay in my place” Bucky had his arm under your shoulders helping you walk. He brought you downstairs to see your living room and kitchen in a mess, glass everywhere and the two criminals lying stone dead on the floor. “Don’t look ok, I’ll sort it don’t you worry” he reassured you when he saw that you looked worried.

You stepped into his house and was overcome by the smell of vanilla and an oak wood type smell. By now you could walk by yourself, so you went over to his couch and sat down. “Do you want anything doll?”

“Could I have a glass of water please?”

“Of course”

Soon enough Alpine had sniffed you out and had crawled onto your lap, purring while you stroked her head. “She likes you, and that’s suspicious” Bucky said while handing you the glass of water. “Usually she hates anyone who comes near her”

“Maybe I’m different” you said with a little chuckle

There was a moment of silence before Bucky turned back to look at you. “Do you remember anything that happened”

“No, not really, I just remember them placing a gun against my head and then knocking me out with chloroform. How did you know I was being attacked”

“They weren’t the best at staying quiet, listen you can stay here as long as you want, I have a spare bedroom you can use, I can go over and get you all to stuff you need, but for tonight, just stay here don’t worry about anything ok? You’re safe here” Bucky said while taking you hand into his.

“Thank you Bucky, I really appreciate it”

“It’s fine, don’t worry, plus it will give Alpine a sleeping buddy, she’s always sleeping in the spare room”

After another few minutes of talking you and Bucky both decided to go to bed. Bucky showed you were the spare bedroom was and where his bedroom is if you need anything.

You laid down on the neat white sheets with Alpine purring beside you. You twisted and turned for a good while before you got up and started to walk around the room. You were terrified of being alone in case something would happen again. You made the decision to go to Bucky’s room.

You knocked on the door lightly before hearing a very light “Come in” come from inside. You slowly opened the door to see Bucky on the bed, shirtless with the bedside lamp on and a book in his hand. “You ok doll?”

“I can’t sleep, I’m terrified, terrified something is gonna happen again, and -an-and I’m not gonna wake up after”

Your voice was trembling and your eye were filling up with tears.

“C’mere doll, c’mon you can stay with me tonight, I’ll keep you safe”

You slowly made your way over to the bed and climbed in. Bucky had is arm stretched out across your pillow and you got in he wrapped that arm around you shoulders. You felt a little awkward being in your neighbours bed a few hours after meeting him.

Surely enough you felt yourself falling asleep, as you got more and more sleepy you curled yourself into Bucky’s chest, you could hear his heart beating under you and that gave you some sort of comfort.

You woke up, still wrapped in Bucky’s arm, with Alpine squashed between you. “Good morning doll, you feeling any better”

“Yeah actually, a lot better. Thank you for letting me stay with you last night, and sorry if you felt awkward doing so”

“No not at all Y/N I was happy to help, plus I think Alpine enjoyed the extra warmth, now why don’t you get yourself washed and i’ll head down and make breakfast and then you can make a list of the things you need from your house”

“m’kay thank you Bucky”

“Don’t mention it doll” he said while walking out the door, shooting you a wink.

You got up and went to the bathroom and splashed some water onto your face to wake yourself up. You went downstairs to see everything laid out on the counter to make pancakes and saw Bucky at the grill, still shirtless that was killing you, with a apron on.

“Ok Doll while I make these you write down the things you need from your house and i’ll get them later, as long as you don’t mind me going through your stuff for you”

“Nope, not at all, I’ll do that now”

A few minutes went by when you turned to look at Bucky. “Are you gonna let me use your washing machine”

“Of course, don’t over pack, just bring what you need and we can wash stuff and go shopping, my treat”

“Ok thank you”

After a while you and Bucky had devoured the pancakes. Bucky was checking your list calling them out to you

“•5 t-shirts from the top drawer of my dresser

• 2 pairs of jeans from second drawer

• 3 pairs of sweatpants from second drawer

• 4 hoodies from third drawer

•7 pairs of panties from bottom drawer

• 1 bra from bottom drawer

•Make-up bag from top cabinet of bathroom shelf

• Blue floral dress from wardrobe

• Trainers and wedges from bottom of wardrobe

•Phone Charger from bedside wall

•Mr. Stuffiepants from bed

• Rabbit Vibrator from bedside table”

“Ok you can ignore the last one if your uncomfortable getting it for me”

“No, no why would I be uncomfortable, you want it i’ll get it”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, just stop would you, I’m more focused on Mr. Stuffiepants, because thats adorable”

“Shut up, now there’s a brown leather bag near the end of my stairs you can use that to get everything”

“Okie dokie”

Bucky came back 10 minutes later with everything you asked for yes even the vibrator and then you guys went out to get coffee and to get to know each other a little bit more. 

When you got back home you asked Bucky if you could have a shower, of course he said yes. When got up to the bathroom you saw that Bucky had one of those bath/showers and you were very thankful that the water controls were not to difficult to work out.  Bucky was downstairs getting stuff out of the fridge for dinner, when it hit him, that you’ve have been in the shower for over 45 mins, he knows people like long showers but this was too long. He went upstairs and knocked on the bathroom door. “doll? Are you alright you’ve been in there for awhile, almost an hour” 

You have been the shower crying for almost an hour. You felt ashamed of yourself. You switched off the shower and hopped out. “Y-Yeah I’m fine Bucky I’ll be down in a minute” 

“Ok doll just be careful, the floor can be extra slip-” BANG

you slipped on a small puddle of water, that had formed under the shower curtain. You hit your head off the marble sink and your whole left side of the titled floor. 

“DOLL ARE YOU OKAY” Bucky was banging his fists on the door, he didn’t want to barge in because well, you were naked.  “Bucky please, I need you, I think I’m really hurt”

“Doll I -” he was cut off by your sob

“Bucky please” 

“Ok doll, just let me grab another towel to cover you” 

Bucky slowly opened the door and dropped the towel over your body. He took your hand and helped you up. He tried his best not to look at your exposed body but how could he not, you were beautiful. “You alright?”

“Yeah, just knocked on my ass” you grunted out

“Oh doll your bleeding” He said while wiping a drop of blood off the side of you face. “Can you walk?”

“Yeah, I can, it’s just hurts”

“Ok well, I bring you to your room and you get can changed and i’ll get you a bandaid from downstairs”

Bucky brought you to the spare room and got out some pyjamas for you to wear. “Ok doll, you get dressed, and then pop downstairs”

“Ok thanks Bucky”

Bucky started walking downstairs when he heard a whimper from your room. He walked back up the stairs and lightly knocked on the door “Doll? You ok?”

“No” you sobbed out “I need your help”

“Are you sure, your not dressed doll”

“please Bucky”

Bucky walked in and saw you sitting on the bed with the towel half hanging over you. One of your breasts was exposed. Bucky came over and pulled the t-shirt over your body, and then a pair of sweatpants. Once you where dressed you sat on the end of the bed with Bucky in silence. Bucky could hear you slowly start to cry. “Hey hey hey, what’s wrong”

“I’m so sorry Bucky, i’ve just been such a mess, and i’ve just dumped it on you” you sobbed out

“No doll not at all, Y/N you got attacked just last night, you have a right to be all over the place” he pulled you into his chest while you sobbed. He was stroking your hair, kissing the top of your head, whispering to you that everything is going to be ok.

He left you alone, to catch your own breath while he finishes making dinner. Once you came downstairs, Bucky brought over the two bowls and his little first aid kit. He cleaned the small cut over your eyebrow and placed a bandaid. Once you guys finished your dinner you watched a movie.

When the movie was finished you and Bucky both headed to bed, you slowly went to your door to turn the handle but froze before opening it. “Doll?” you heard Bucky call out from his door.

“Yeah Bucky” you replied without turning around.

“C’mon”

You turned around to see Bucky holding out his hand for you to go with him. You followed him into his room and stayed with him for the night.

For the next 2 weeks you stayed with Bucky. For the next couple of days you stayed with Bucky in his room and then eventually moved into the spare room once you felt comfortable sleeping by yourself.

One night you were wrapped up in the cozy bedsheets with Mr. Stuffiepants in your arms and Alpine purring in your side. You were woken up by a loud scream coming from Bucky’s room. You bolted up from the bed and ran out the door and into Bucky’s room. He was tossing and turning on the bed. You ran over to him and started shaking his shoulders trying your best to wake him up. “Bucky, Bucky!!! please wake up to me Y/N”

His shaking stopped, his chest heaving in and out. He slowly started to open his eyes fluttering them. Once his vision focused he saw you looking over his body with teary eyes. “Y-Y/N”

“Yeah hi Bucky it’s me” He slowly started to sit up rubbing his face. “Are you okay, I just heard a scream and ran in here and you were shaking”

“That would be my nightmares, if it happens again, just leave me, it will be okay”

“No, no, you shouldn’t have to suffer through those alone, you were here for me so now i’m going to be here for you”

“Thank you doll”

“Do you want me to stay with you tonight”

“Yes please”

3 weeks later it was time for you to move out. You were kind of sad, you had loved staying with Bucky and Alpine and now you had to leave. The police had investigated your place identifying the two bodies, Ex- CIA Agent Nick Fowler and Ex-Surgeon Steve Kemp. The police kept on asking you if you knew them but you didn’t. Why were they even attacking you in the first place.

You swung the brown leather bag over your shoulder before walking out the door. “Listen if you ever want to come back over for a night or even just for coffee, you are always welcome, we’re both gonna miss you Y/N”

“Thank you Bucky for everything” before leaving the door way you planted a kiss on his cheek and gave Alpine a little ruffle on the head.

You felt like you were moving a million miles away but you were only moving next door.

As the days went by, you were missing Bucky more and more, but you started seeing him less. He wasn’t coming out of house as often, usually on Fridays he would go for walk around the neighbourhood, but that stopped, he even stopped coming out to get his mail.

You were rummaging through out your entire house but you just couldn’t find it. Your favourite black hoodie, with a little star sketched on the right cuff. It had been missing for a while now and you were pretty certain it was left at Bucky’s, but you wanted to check the entire house before calling into him, but no luck, you couldn’t find it.

You made your way over to Bucky’s a gave a light tap at the door. He didn’t answer and after about 30 seconds you started walking away when you heard him open the door. “Y/N? hi”

“Hi Bucky, I was just wondering if I left my black hoodie here the one with the lit-“

“Little star on it right? Yeah I think i saw it hold on”

While he ran off to get it, you took a quick look inside while still staying outside. The place was a mess, there were wrappers and bags everywhere, dishes and food pilling up in the sink, and that vanilla and oak smell when you first entered Bucky’s home had soon disintegrated to a smell of sweat and old food. Soon Bucky came back with your hoodie. When he handed it you, you gave him a concerned look, his hair was messy, the bags under his eyes were heavy and his facial hair was scruffy.

“You doing okay Buck? do you want me to do anything, get you anything”

“No Y/N I’m good thanks” he shut the door with a slam making you feel worthless. Inside the door Bucky hit his back against the door and slid down with his face in his hands, he wishes you couldn’t have seen him like that.

The next day you Bucky leaving his house he looked a bit more cleaned up then he did the day before. You had a meeting to go to so you were able to catch up with him just as you were leaving the house. Again, he wasn’t saying much he was just shutting you out.

When you got home you checked you letter box to see 2 letters one addressed to you from you friend who is currently in Paris and another one with nothing on the front but a brown heart. You opened it to read it.

“Dear Y/N my sweet Y/N,

I’m sorry for the way I acted around you the past couple of days, the truth is that I’m falling in love with you, you’re so beautiful and caring, and when you first moved in I couldn’t take my eyes off of you hence why I didn’t introduce myself, I know you probably don’t feel the same way, but if you do please let me know, please god I’m dying over here, I miss your touch and your voice, so does Alpine.

With Love

Bucky ♡”

Tears were streaming down your face, you just couldn’t believe Bucky felt the same way. You dropped the bag you had in your hand and ran over to Bucky’s house. You knocked on the door twice and before you could get the third knock in the door swung open,

there he stood, the man of your dreams

Bucky looked at you, eyes filled with tears and a letter in your hand. You stood their staring at each other for a couple of second when you quickly stepped closer him and grabbed his face in for a kiss. He wrapped his hands around you waist and pulled you as close as he could. You guys stumbled into the house and Bucky picked you up and brought you to the bedroom. Once you were on the bed, Bucky ripped off your trousers while you pulled of your t-shirt. You heard the sound of him opening his belt and fiddling with his zipper. Once he had his cock out he gave it a few strokes before lining it up with your opening. He leaned over you and looked you straight in your eyes, with his ocean blue eyes, the ones that have been killing for weeks now. “Just tell me if you don’t want to do this doll, and you can walk away and pretend like it never happened”

“No, Bucky, I want this to happen”

He slowly pushed himself into you, making you grip the sheets. Bucky’s head fell in between your chest, gently sucking on your breasts. “Your so tight and warm doll”

“oh fu-u-uck Bucky right there please”

“You know how long i’ve wanted to do this, oh shit-fuck doll I’m close”

“Me too baby keep going baby c‘mon cum in me”

Bucky pounded into you a couple more times you were both coming. skin slapping, moans, screams and heavy breaths were filling the room. Coming down from your high, Bucky was collapsed on your chest and your legs were trembling, you were also planting little kisses on the top of Bucky’s head while whispering praises in his ear.

He rolled off you and got up to the top of the bed, pulling you with him. He wrapped up into his chest. “Never again, am I letting you go, Never again”

“I love you so much Bucky”

“I love you too Y/N”

You woke up the next morning cold, Bucky wasn’t beside you, you sat up to see if you could see him in the bathroom but nope. You looked over at his pillow to see a little letter. You folded it open to read it.

“Y/N, my sweet Y/N

I’m downstairs making breakfast, feel free to come down but if I’m done cooking before you wake up you can have them in bed

With love

Bucky ♡”

You rolled over and grabbed Bucky’s shirt and threw it on. You went downstairs to see Bucky cooking again with no shirt one, just shorts and an apron. You ran towards him and wrapped you arms around him and kissed his shoulder. “Morning Bucky”

“Mornin’ doll, you sleep ok?”

“I most definitely did” you replied “You need to start righting those letters more often their adorable”

Bucky turned off the cook and turned around to face you. He pulled you in for a kiss while grabbing your ass. You let out a half moan, half giggle “ B-Bucky what- what about breakfast?”

You propped you up on the counter across from the cooker. “Breakfast can wait, I have something much sweeter to eat”

Oh he was very right breakfast can most definitely wait

#bucky smut #bucky barnes fluff #bucky fanfic #sebastian stan #fem!reader #smut #loveletterswritingchallenge

[wisteriadaydreams]

Could I have headcannons of Tanjiro taking the reader to a festival for a date

FESTIVAL DATE WITH TANJIRŌ

pairing: Kamado Tanjiro x gn!reader genre: fluff a/n: thank you for the request nonnie!

Tanjirō hears of the summer festival being held in a town near the Butterfly Estate and immediately goes to invite you.

It just so happens that you were talking with Zenitsu and Inosuke, so of course they're coming along.

Along with Nezuko.

And Aoi and Kanao (after some deliberation on her part), Kiyo, Naho, and Sumi.

And even Shinobu decides to go.

It's a big crowd for sure, and although Tanjirō loves to hang out with his friends, deep inside he was hoping that it would only be the two of you...

But seeing you in a yukata is so worth it.

"O-oh wow, (Y-Y/N), y-you look great–n-not that you don't always look great!...You just look really really beautiful right now–”

Someone pls save this flustered boi.

Inosuke rushes head first to the food stalls, ignoring the warning cries of the others. Everyone more or less broke into smaller groups and go buy the food that they want.

Your eyes brighten up at the sight of all the food surrounding you, not even knowing where to start. You tug at Tanjirō’s sleeve to lead him to one of the stalls, who’s just happy to go along with whatever you want.

“Hey, Tanjirō, can I try some of that?” “Sure, (Y/N), say ‘ahh’.”

He’s smiling so much at the cute way your eyes sparkle as you enjoy the delicious food. While Zenitsu is grumbling about how he wants to feed someone too.

Next comes the game stalls.

“Oi, Gonpachiro!! I challenge you to beat me at this game!!” “Alright!”

It’s a simple shooting gallery game, the more targets you’re able to knock down, the bigger the prize.

Ignoring the fact that Inosuke tried to hurl the gun at the targets, he was able to shoot down a decent amount of them, looking smugly at Tanjirō while holding his prizes.

Since he has never held a gun before, it’s no surprised he missed the first few shots. But then he sees your encouraging smile.

“You can do it, Tanjirō!” Oh, he’s fired up now.

In the end, he’s able to win a few more prizes than Inosuke, letting you, Nezuko, and the girls pick whatever they want.

“AHH!!! ANOTHER GAME!!! LET”S PLAY ANOTHER ONE!!”

While Inosuke drags your boyfriend and Zenitsu off to another stall, you and the girls decide to try your hand at goldfish scooping.

You’re not having the best luck – your scooper keeps on getting ripped – but Nezuko’s very skilled.

“Wow, Nezuko-chan! You’re so good at this!” “Hmm-hmm!!”

Nezuko makes satisfied noises as she proudly holds her two bags full of goldfish, and you can’t help but pat her on the head for her cuteness. She then notices something and bounces off to a stall that sells hairpins and other handmade trinkets.

“Something caught your eye?” You ask as you look at how her eyes scan over all the beautiful accessories, when her eyes stop on a hairpin adorned with silk pink flowers. You smile and pick it up before she could protest, and gently pin it into her dark hair.

“You look really pretty, Nezuko-chan!” The demon touches the pin delicately, and her eyes close in joy. She then picks out an accessory decorated with flowers of your favorite color for you, and your heart instantly melt.

But when it comes time to pay, you find out that you only have enough money for one of them. So, with some regret, you put yours down and purchase the hairpin for Nezuko. You pat her head reassuringly when she frowns at you, and lead her to another stall.

This didn’t escape the eyes of a certain someone.

After a few more games and some more food, it’s finally time for the fireworks show to begin. However, due to the crowd rushing to find a perfect spot, you find yourself being separated from your friends. Thankfully, you hear a familiar voice call your name.

“(Y/N!)” “Tanjirō!” “Don’t worry, I’m here. Here, take my hand so you don’t get lost.”

You slide your hand into his like the many times that you’ve done it before, and every time your stomach would flutter when you feel the heat of his hand radiating against yours. Warm like a comforting hearth, with a grip that lets you know you’re safe with him, and he’s never going to let you go.

“I know we should be looking for the others, but could we–we haven’t had much time alone. Do you want to watch the fireworks...with just the two of us?”

Your heart skips a beat at the hesitant but hopeful look in his eyes, and to be truthful you’ve been wanting to spend more time alone with him, too. “Of course I want to.”

Oh dear, he shouldn’t be so excited at a simple answer.

Eventually, you two manage to find a spot on the bridge along with some other couples, and your ears ring when the first round of fireworks bloom across the sky. Your eyes widen at the sight, and an amazed noise escapes you.

Meanwhile, Tanjirō’s heart pounds when he sees you being illuminated by those vibrant hues.

“It’s beautiful.” “Yes, it is.”

So maybe he was watching you more than the actual fireworks.

“(Y/N), I have something I want to give you.” “Hm? What is it?” To your astonishment, it’s the hair accessory that you really wanted to buy.

“Tanjirō! You shouldn’t have!!” “But I wanted to,” he says as he tucks it into your hair, brushing away some of the hair strands. “It really suits you. You look wonderful.”

You feel your cheeks heat up, and your heart is just about ready to burst out of chest. “Thank you.” You lean your head onto his shoulder.

“Anything for you, (Y/N).” He pecks the top of your head softly, and your hands remain intertwined as the two of you continue to watch the fireworks.

It would’ve been the perfect moment to end the night...

“AHHHH!!! THERE YOU ARE!!!! LEAVING YOUR FRIENDS TO SPEND SOME TIME ALONE HUH??!!! HOW SLY OF YOU, TANJIROOOOO!!!!”

“Zenitsu!!! Can’t you see they were having a moment???!!!”

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