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theflowerofthecommonwealth · 1 year

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Power Armor Punch Part Sixty Four

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Teshteal: Night, ma'am... *already snuggling Joyce real close with a tiny giggle*

Ma: (Ruffles Teshteal’s hair and puts more kisses on his hairline, following up with Joyce. She makes sure the blanket is extra snuggly around them before flashing them both one final smile) “You both get some good rest.” (Walks out of the room as she turns off the light and closes the door behind her)

Joyce: (Quietly giggles right back as she cuddles up with her boyfriend)

Gardio: *catches her fist gently in his hand, not because it hurts him but more because he doesn't want her wasting her energy fighting him* Hey, save some of that energy for the morning. I can't say much for the nightmares but I promise you you'll be safe in the real world.

Jasmine: (Puts up a small toddler tantrum before she defeatedly slumps against Gardio, every so often tensing up and fighting with small bursts of energy)

Ma: (Hasn’t finished her food but she pops her head back into the guest room to see how things are going on)

Gardio: *isn't even phased and stops her every time. Very much like Nick in the regard that toddler tantrums are very ineffective against him. The more she fights, the less he's going to loosen his protective grip. Instead he hums a sweet lullaby to her, occasionally rubbing her stomach to soothe her*

Teshteal: *looking up at his beautiful angel. She's not easy to see in the dark... but then again his horns illuminate her face* I hope these don't bother your sleeping. *apologetic smile*

Joyce: (Rubs his shoulder assuredly) “I’m sure they won’t. Maybe Mama can make you little muffs to put over them for the night just in case in the morning.”

Teshteal: Maybe. But it's too late now. *holding her tight, burying his face in her neck this time*

Jasmine: (Starts to melt at the motion of her stomach being rubbed, almost cursing Ma for showing everyone that trick that makes her so sleepy and gets her to relax) “No…” (Rests her head on Gardio’s chest, still occasionally hitting at him)

Gardio: *smiles at her starting to pass out at the motion, still not at all phased by her attempts to strike him*

Ma: (Smiles at the two, heading back downstairs to finish her last few bites of food)

Jasmine: (Stops fighting him just so she can claw in the air for the door) “Daddy…” (Sobbing waterfalls, coughing on her cries because her throat is sore and dry)

Gardio: *sternly, but softly so he doesn't startle the girl* He needs rest. He can't be with you every second of the day. *thinking "this is going to be a long night..."*

Joyce: (Crinkles her nose cutely) “Yeah, but I bet she will once she gets a chance.” (Kisses the top of his head, clutching the gremlin)

Teshteal: *nibbles on her neck again gently, occasionally moving down to the exposed part of her shoulder*

Joyce: (Hums softly at this, closing her eyes as she rests her chin on Teshteals head)

Jasmine: (Just keeps crying oceans when she hears that while reaching for the door, wanting to be with her dad so badly that there’s a dull ache in her chest that only adds to the discomfort, stress, and pain. Her mind snaps back to what was said in her nightmares, still believing it to be true)

Ma: (Eating her dinner with one hand as she prepares more bottles, one with water and another with baby formula. She frowns, remembering that the teen had thrown up earlier which is why they had to give her fluids through an IV)

Gardio: *hums another lullaby and keeps attempting to rock the ever crying girl to sleep. He's not sure what else to do and he's not about to get Nick. She needs to realize that her dad needs personal space*

Teshteal: *stops to look up at Joyce then goes to kiss her heavily again*

Joyce: (Eyes flutter open from her partial sleep and she makes a surprised noise, quickly recovering to receive the kiss he’s giving her)

Jasmine: (Having another tiny tantrum that she can’t have it her way and be with her dad)

Ma: (Gathers up the salve and bandages from the med room in case they need to swap out Jas’s bandage, taking her Pipboy as well. She heads upstairs to finish brushing her teeth and gathering a few more things)

Gardio: Sorry... you don't always get your way, sweetie. That's how life is... *rubs her stomach again to calm her down*

Teshteal: *quickly pulls back at the squeak* I'm sorry. I didn't mean to surprise you like that. I should have asked-

Joyce: “It’s okay, you just caught me off guard, love.” (Softly peppers kisses on his cheek and jaw, running her fingers through his hair)

Jasmine: (Briefly stops crying out loud and blinks up at him with wide doe eyes that are filled with hurt. She knows that better than anybody, life has never been fair to her since day one. She hardly ever gets it her way… All she wants is Daddy to hold her so she can feel safe and secure from the monsters and demons that come for her. She wants to blubber to him about the mean things the Guard Leader told her. She wants to be soothed from the phantom pain she’s getting from the memories… She wants to be assured that she hasn’t been abandoned again for the third time in her short life)

Gardio: *kindly reassuring her* Your dad can't be with you right now, but I'm here. I don't remember much sign but if you want to talk about your nightmare, I'll try to listen. *smiling warmly down at her*

Teshteal: *eyes widen when she calls him "love". He blushes and smiles the dopiest smile. Despite this, he decides it would be best to get some sleep instead of going any further. There's always the next day. He goes back to cuddling her* Good night, love... if we can even get to sleep.

Joyce: (Nuzzles in her boyfriends hair) “I’m already in a sweet, blissful dream here with you…”

Jasmine: (Puts her thumb to her chin to make the sign for “Suffering” before she sticks it in her mouth. She does another grabby motion for the door with her free hand as she kicks her feet, still yearning for her father)

Ma: (Returns to the guest room now dressed in a long white nightgown, watching as Jas does this) “What’s going on?” (Walks over and sits down on the bed, arranging the stuff she brought on the nightstand and under it)

Gardio: *sadly but matter of factly* She woke up and she's asking for her father. She's not happy I'm refusing to get him.

Ma: “Ah, I see...” (Sets up Jas’s Pipboy so its playing the lullaby, glancing at the bottles then at the teen)

Jasmine: (Yes, she is very unhappy and frightened that she can’t be with Nick and she's been doing her best to express that, but she’s also so damn tired. She stops clawing for the door and hitting Gardio with a broken sob, getting lulled further back into sleep)

Ma: (Stands from the bed and kneels down by the rocking chair, tenderly stroking Jazzy's hair to help soothe her) “When you're ready you can hand her back so you may get some rest. I'll hold her for the night.”

Gardio: *rises slowly and carefully to keep from startling the teen then hands her back to Ma*

Teshteal: *soft loving coo at that. He feels so safe right now*

Joyce: (Caresses his cheeks, giving him another kiss before closing her eyes again)

Teshteal: *soft laugh at the sudden kiss. He nestles his head into the crook of her neck and collar and soon falls asleep*

Joyce: (Keeps petting Teshteals hair, gradually slowing down as she falls asleep herself)

Ma: (Settles herself back on the bed before she takes Jas in her arms)

Jasmine: (Whimpers in confusion at the sudden transition, her little hands gripping Gardio’s shirt as she’s handed off)

Ma: (Softly as she takes the girls hands and cradles her) “Ssh, Rosie. It’s okay, it’s just me. It's Tía Evelyn.” (Starts rocking Jazzy, waiting until her calms back down before she lays them both on the mattress)

Jasmine: (Scrambles to cuddle against Ma's chest, nuzzling back under the neckline of her nightdress so she can hear her heartbeat and feel the comfort of her skin. She ended up undoing two buttons to achieve this then puts her arms around the motherly woman's neck)

Teshteal: *sleeps so soundly next to her. Looks like a sweet little baby*

Gardio: *smiles sadly at the teen before heading to bed. It doesn't take long for him to pass out*

Ma: (Pats and rubs the girls lower back to lull her to sleep)

Jasmine: (Falls asleep a few minutes later, keeping her focus on the sound of Ma’s heartbeat, the warmth from her body, and the sound of her breathing)

Ma: (Sighs to herself as she closes her eyes, praying that Jasmine can get through the night okay)

[Time Jump]

Jasmine: (Sadly didn’t get much of a good nights rest at all, she was constantly waking up with silent sobs and whimpers as the nightmares got more and more horrific)

Ma: (Had subconsciously patted Jas during the night whenever her cried. She awakens early in the morning when she feels the teen tense and cry out) “Oh dear…”

Jasmine: (Currently hyperventilating in her daze, her whole body trembling while she huddles as close as humanly possible she can to Ma)

Ma: (Finds that her chest is completely dampened with the girls tears, making her face riddle with worry) “Shh, baby. It’s okay, it’s only a bad dream….” (Rubbing her back and sides)

Lucille: *stirs awake*

Nick: *was tinkering with his exposed hand while still sitting next to the bed* Morning kiddo. Need anything?

Lucille: I don't know... I'll let you know.

Nick: Well alright. I'm off to get ready for the day. Yell if you need me.

Gardio: *warming up left overs from the other day. He has a serving for himself and his daughter*

Donovan: (Still knocked out on his bed. He’s a very sleepy ghoul, he won’t wake up until a little later)

Joyce: (Still sleeping like a sweet angel, both of her arms still incasing Teshteal in a warm embrace. Some of her gold locks are covering her face, the light sunbeams from outside lighting her up)

Teshteal: *eyes lazily drift open*

Joyce: (Mumbles something about baby goats being adorable, cuddling up to her boyfriend further)

Ma: (Starts stroking her hair) “Honey, I need you to try and calm down for me, alright? Take a deep breath.” (Takes some herself to hopefully get Jas to synchronize with her)

Jasmine: (Only weakly mewls, whines and coughs, still clinging onto Ma tightly. Can’t tell what’s real or not, her current dream being the worst of the worst, her being powerless as a bunch of grown men overtake her small frame and use her to however they wish)

Nick: *walks down the stairs and greets Gardio before he goes to change clothes*

Gardio: Morning. *heads upstairs to share breakfast with his kid*

Lucille: *blinks over at her dad and smiles* Morning, dad.

Gardio: Morning, sweetheart. *sets the food down on the bedside table* How are you feeling?

Lucille: A little better.

Teshteal: *smiles up at her and nuzzles her neck*

Joyce: (Hums and smiles in her sleep, dreaming about sitting in a field of baby farm animals that all adore her and keep jumping over to tackle her in a fit of joyful play)

Ma: (Rubs and pats the girls back with more pressure, wondering if she should do another chest massage or wake Jas up)

Jasmine: (Sniffles and shivers, softly pleading in her sleep to be left alone)

Ma: (Frowns. Judging by the was Jazzy’s voice sounds horse and her breathing is congested and the fact that she has a fever, she probably caught a bug)

Teshteal: *hopes her dreams are as sweet as she is as he lays with her*

Joyce: (Her dreams are the sweetest and most angelic ones that one could get)

Teshteal: *cutely laying next to his girlfriend all curled up around her with his tail slightly wrapped around the two*

Lucille: *sits up and grabs the plate, ready to dive into her food*

Gardio: *sits on the side of the bed and eats with her*

Nick: *slipped into something casual. Decides to check in on the defenses that Lucille put up*

Dogmeat: (Lifts his head up from his spot on the edge of his bed at the smell of sausage, wagging his tail and giving Lucille big puppy eyes while he licks his nose)

Pirate: (Fast asleep on Donovan’s bed, taking up about 75% of the space and is smack dab in the middle so Donny is pressed up against the wall with no pillow)

Donovan: (Doesn’t really care, he’s molded around Pirates body so she’s like a warm fuzzy body pillow for him)

Ma: (Turns Jasmine over again, rubbing her sternum and collarbone with three fingers just as she did earlier)

Jasmine: (Peeps open her eyes with a cry and outstretched arms when she feels Ma isn’t close anymore, her chest still rising and falling rapidly)

Ma: (Pets the poor girls hair with one hand) “Hush, Rosa-Marie. I’m trying to help you breathe and calm down. You’re still safe here, it’s only me and you in the bedroom on a nice fluffy bed.”

Nick: *likes what they've done with the place. Makes some tweaks to help fortify the area a little. Just some wall reinforcements and such. Nothing too major*

Lucille: *catches that look and smiles* I'll save you some for later, boy.

Dogmeat: (Soft woof as he rolls to lay on his back with his tongue out)

Cat: “Mreeeeowww??” (Casually struts up the stairs into the attic like she’s a runway model, going straight up to Lucille and sitting on her back legs while making a begging motion with her front paws)

(Note: I love writing animals lol. Idk if you can tell but I usually have lots of fun with them)

Lucille: You'll get some, too, when I'm done. *continues eating her fill*

Jasmine: (Sniffles, leaning away to cough and sneeze into her elbow to her best ability because she still has manners about that even when completely shredded on the inside and still partly trapped in a living nightmare)

Ma: (Reaches onto the nightstand for some tissues, putting them up to the girls face) “Blow, sweetheart.”

Jasmine: (Blows her nose, a sob whimpering out halfway through as she starts clawing at herself)

Ma: (Knocks Jazzy's hands away then tosses the tissue into the small waste bin, taking some more to wipe Jas's face down. She returns to massaging her to hopefully coax and soothe her into breathing better)

Joyce: (Hums again after a few moments, her eyes slowly fluttering open to stare at her gremlin boyfriend. She smiles warmly with a sleepy yawn) “Morning...”

Teshteal: Morning, my angel. *kisses her jaw*

Joyce: “Mhmmm….” (Yawns and stretches out, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She blinks at Teshteal as the sun shines on her face, her emerald eyes sparking adoringly)

Jasmine: (Breathes deeply along with the massage, calming down after some shudders and tenses although she’s still weeping with fear. She reaches for Ma with both hands outstretched, swatting the ghoul woman’s hands away so she can scoot closer to her)

Ma: (Takes the teen back into her embrace, rubbing deep circles on her back with one hand while the other pat her lower back)

Jasmine: (Snuggles back against her chest, arms tightly wraped around her neck. She would be crying for her dad to come for her if she could, but Jas doesn’t even know where she herself is anymore. All she knows is that the woman laying besides her is labeled safe in her head and Ma is a hell of a lot nicer than the shadows that have been taunting and abusing her)

Teshteal: *looks up at those adoring eyes and blushes. He feels that hunger for her start to rise and fights like hell to suppress it. He doesn't want to do anything that could ruin this but it feels like even his programming is trying to convince him into it. He nuzzles her shoulder to hide his shameful expression. Instead he jokes* Mm... five more minutes... *almost a forced laugh at his stupid joke. His damn programming... that frightens him. If it's for him gratifying himself with her then it's using his own feelings against him to take her out of the picture*

Joyce: (Giggles a little at his joke, her voice as sweet as honey. She starts petting his head) “There’s no rush to go anywhere, love. We can stay here for as long as we want until we decide to head down and head down.”

Nick: *walking around. Decides to tend to repairs where he can. Gives him some more time to think.*

Jasmine: (Gets sucked back into her nightmare soon enough, her body tightly pressing up against Ma’s as she tries to battle what’s not real and what is)

Ma: (Reaches for the rag and water on the nightstand, gently patting the girl's neck and shoulders)

Jasmine: (Whines and sniffles, more terror boiling in her chest as the shadows take all the control and power)

Teshteal: *her voice makes it harder to resist that urge. Quietly* I'm a little worried if we stay here we may do something we'll both regret...

Joyce: (Blinks, thinking it over) “Oh yeah….” (Sleepily yawns, tossing her hair back) “If we fall back asleep, then Donny won’t have the heart to wake me up for my chores which means he’ll do them for me. And I feel bad enough for leaving him hanging for the past few days before yesterday.” (Closes her eyes again, snuggling up to her boyfriend while remaining oblivious to what he actually means) “But it’s just so warm and cozy here with you…”

Lucille: *leaves just enough bits of sausage to give to the two beggars*

Gardio: *also left some sausage for them* Here. Let's break this up for the two of them. *helps her by making a small portion for the cat. He sets both plates down in front each respective pet* There you two go. Enjoy.

Dogmeat: (Jumps down from the bed with a soften bark, chowing down on his sausage)

Cat: (Still sitting on her back legs, putting her paws up to her face and swinging around cutely when the sausage is served to her as an adorable happy dance. She then face plants into her plate, gobbling down her food with little munching noises of happiness)

Lucille: Aaw... cuties. *momentarily in a state of piece watching these two familiar animals gobble down their food*

Teshteal: Er... no. That's not what I meant... Besides you deserve to have a day off every once in a while. *blushes heavily* What I meant was something more... intimate. Third base intimate. That's what I'm worried about. *does not like saying it outloud despite being an adult. Just seems wrong to him*

Joyce: (Looks so confused as she pulls back) “What do you… ohhhhh…” (Face lights up when it clicks what Teshteal is talking about) “Ah, I wasn’t thinking that far ahead yet, hadn’t even crossed my mind.” (Gestures to the door with a small smile) “Do you wanna get up now then? We can go eat breakfast together.”

Ma: (Humming as she carefully parts Jasmines hair to keep it from getting too tangled as she’s been tossing around all night)

Jasmine: (Makes a gagging nose like she’s being choked, her hand around Ma going to her throat where she tries to scratch)

Ma: (Hushes her, taking her hand away as she reassures her again) “Shh, little one. It’s only a dream.” (Thinking about waking up Jas for the day as it seems as if her nightmares are only getting worse)

Jasmine: (Makes a soft noise like she’s pleading brokenheartedly, sounding desperate enough that it could make even a super mutant have sympathy)

Nick: *taking care of the animals since Donovan and Joyce seem indisposed at this point*

Teshteal: We can, but I don't want to leave the comfort of the bed. *stupid and lazy grin, looking up at his loving girlfriend* Only if you want to. I'm fine with whatever you want to do, angel.

Joyce: (Hugs the gremlin detective tighter, pulling up the blankets so they are nice and comfortably tucked in them) “Then let’s stay here and hold each other for some more. It’s not like breakfast is gonna walk away, although it might disappear if Pirate figures out how to open the fridge.”

Ma: (Tears up at Jasmines heart wrenching crying and begging. Her mind once more goes through the horrible possibilities the poor sweet girl might have faced)

Jasmine: (Trying to fight her assaulters as she has always done, or just run like hell. But she can’t even start to do either, they have their arms gripped around her waist so tightly that it’s making it hard to breathe. She can’t even scream bloody murder, not that anyone was ever around to help her so it was useless)

Ma: (Carefully pats Jasmines uninjured shoulder to wake her up) “Rosie, honey…”

Jasmine: (Feels a blinding hot pain erupt through her body from her legs and chest, followed by a cramp in her stomach. She starts kicking wildly, screaming at the top of her lungs, although since she’s so weak and her throat hurts it not as loud)

Ma: (Sits up so she can hold Jas down, continuing to hush the teen to get her to settle down)

Teshteal: *snuggles her some more and yawns with a cute little squeak*

Joyce: (Giggles like a schoolgirl, a huge and loving smile on her face) “Awwww, you’re adorable! Did you know that?” (Brushes some wild hair from off his face)

Jasmine: (Fights against Ma, squirming and swatting until she frees herself)

Ma: (Scrambles to get ahold of the teen) “Rosalinda! Sweetheart, you’re having a bad dream!” (Trying not to hurt Jas or make her panic even more)

Jasmine: (Falls off the bed with a yelp of pain as she lands on her sore spot on her waist, crawling to get away. Her face is completely damp with sweat and tears as she mewls in desperation)

Gardio: *goes downstairs to get some tools and materials to upgrade his daughter's arm*

Lucille: *ready to get her arm back already. Eating with one hand isn't fun*

Teshteal: *sheepish smile* Oh? Must be part of my devilish charm. *swishes his tail mischievously that remark*

Joyce: (Pat the back of his head) “Must be for sure, otherwise I’d say it’s witchcraft because I can’t take my eyes off of you…” (Starts massaging his back as she did yesterday through his shirt)

Gilbert: (Awake and trying to poke his head through the bars of his cage)

Ma: (Stands from the bed, making sure Jas isn’t hurting herself before she rearranges it so the sheets aren’t bunched under together)

Jasmine: (Attempting to crawl under the bed as it’s the only safe spot she can see, still convinced she’s in her nightmare)

Ma: (Bends down besides the girl, rubbing her back assuredly) “Rosalinda- it’s me, Tía Evelyn….”

Jasmine: (Shrieks at the contact and her name, immediately going to cover her face with her arms)

Ma: (Watches with a slight frown as Jas withers on the floor) “Baby, I’m not hurting you but you are hurting yourself. I’m going to pick you up now, alright?” (Carefully starts lifting Jas from the floor)

Jasmine: (Shuffles and yelps as Ma scoops her up in her arms, her hands trying to go for a knife in her boy shorts but she doesn’t have any there)

Ma: (Rocks her from side to side a bit, then sits on the edge of the bed) “Ssh…”

Gardio: *heads back upstairs with a bunch of stuff and a tool kit*

Lucille: *excited to see what they come up with*

Teshteal: *flirting with her* You sure you're not the benevolent witch in this scenario?

Joyce: (Grinning down at him) “Maybe I whipped up a love potion that was too strong, although I’m certain that they work better when the person is already in love with guy they are using it on…”

Puppies: (Also awake and are now whimpering softly and have their front paws on the wall of their playpen, staring up at the bed with their big eyes)

Jasmine: (Makes grabby hands at the door, barely being able to make out the shapes of the room through her tears and stuffy head) “Daddy…”

Ma: (Rubs her sides) “He’ll be back soon, sweetheart. I promise that hasn’t changed.”

Jasmine: (Kicks her feet like a toddler as she cries dramatically) “Nooooo!”

Ma: (Lays down on the bed with Jas on top of her so she can’t escape easily, gently brushing back her long curls so they aren’t everywhere while keeping an arm around her) “It’s okay Rosie. You were having a bad dream, you’re still safe.”

Jasmine: (Fights some more, then gives up with a defeated cry and sobs oceans as she cuddles up in the same spot she was earlier)

Nick: *wraps up with the animals* There. Now they won't have to worry... *finally goes to check on Jasmine... not looking forward to it honestly because he doubts she's in much better spirits than before but that's just the way things are right now. He walks into the guest room and holds back a tired sigh at the restless teen turned infant*

Gardio: *making armored casing that's meant to go around her arm. There's going to be a retractible steal blade in it, now*

Teshteal: *eyes sparkle at that last part* And now I'm madly in love with you... *he looks at the pen* Oh- I think they want your attention. *thinks they're all so precious despite what he knows the puppies will grow up to be*

Joyce: (Pouts and rises from the bed) “Way to ruin the moment you two.” (Sees Gilbert chewing on the bars of his cage) “I mean three…” (Walks over to the pen and lifts one of the puppies out, wiping her bottom down with a wet wipe before she sets her on the bed)

Light Brown Puppy: (Makes a beeline for Teshteal, her little sausage body wiggling all over the place as she goes to lick him)

Joyce: (As she wipes the male puppy down) “These two usually would be in Ma’s room, but since she’s rearranging it they are in here for now.” (Kisses the puppy’s itty-bitty face) “But they’re so cute that I’m not complaining!”

Jasmine: (Doesn’t notice her dad in the doorway of the guest room room, her face is completely buried in Ma’s chest as she weeps bitterly, her head blaring the annoying screeching sound that only makes her feel worse)

Ma: (Raises her head and gives a small smile at Nick, not saying anything just in case he’s only checking in to see how Jas is doing)

Jasmine: (Nuzzles closer to Ma and grips onto her dress, again trying to ground herself into reality with her heartbeat and the warmth from her skin)

Nick: *nods with a sad smile and comes closer* Hey, doll. You feeling any better?

Teshteal: *falls over playfully. He jokingly cries* Aaah! I'm being assailed! *gives the little brown sausage a dozen pets on her head and back*

Girl Puppy: (Attacks him with plenty of puppy kisses with her tiny tongue and little yips of happiness at the attention he’s giving her)

Joyce: (Breaks out into a huge grin and sets down the male puppy who immediately follows his playmates example) “Ahhh! They love you already!”

Gardio: *fashioning some proper casing for the fingers- not that it bothered Nick. Then again, maybe not taking into account proper maintenance and protection is an example that shouldn't be followed if the Acadia visit is anything to go by*

Jasmine: (Slowly raises her head at the sound of her dads voice. She stares up at Nick with big and teary eyes that have deep terror and pain written in them. She blinks twice, unsure of what to do as the last thing she remembers is that he snapped at her before disappearing into thin air. But she’s been crying for him all this time and now he’s finally here…)

Ma: (Pats Jasmines lower back to reassure her, wiping some tears off her cheeks with another tissue)

Jasmine: (Reaches out her arms for her dad to pick her up for a brief moment, then suddenly hides her face again in Ma’s chest with a frustrated scream at herself as her hands go to harshly tug on her hair)

Nick: *kindly but sadly at this reaction* Hey, Rosie. It's alright... *kneels down to her level so she doesn't feel threatened*

Ma: (Gently takes Jasmines hands away from her head so she doesn’t pull out her own hair)

Jasmine: (Would be kicking her feet but she can’t without possibly hurting Ma. She raises her head again at her Dad’s reassuring voice, searching his face for a long moment before she timidly holds out her arms to him with pleading childlike eyes that lock directly with his)

Teshteal: *giggling at all the puppy kisses* Yeah- Aside from big dogs, I really like animals! Always have since I was a kid growing up near the bad side of town.

Joyce: (Rushes over to take her spot besides Teshteal so she can join in the cuteness overload) “No wonder you were so fond of our chicks.” (Sits down on the bed, laughing as one of the puppies comes over to kiss her hands then climbs into her lap to lick her face)

Gilbert: (Still nibbling on the bars of his cage, looking slightly offended that Joyce’s attention is being held up with the puppies and her boyfriend)

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Musze się przyznać spodobała mi się pokojowa linia czasu czy będzie tego kolejny rozdział.

Previous Episode of the Peaceful Timeline

One little snippet I wrote out

Translation: I have to admit I liked the peaceful timeline, will there be another chapter of this.

Well maybe. Depends how interested people are. There are a question by darkrenger or something but they submitted it as a submission and not a ask, so I couldn't answer it. The gist of the question was what happened to Eldia as a whole after King Fritz's death.

I'm going to say that Optimus took Ymir six years into her power, so yeah, the Eldian Empire didn't do too much damage to the rest of the world. And some of the soldiers were...actually moved by Optimus' actions and words during his battle with Ymir. Sure, the public census is that Optimus slayed Ymir, but those soldiers knew the truth. Optimus appealed to a monster. He wanted to save a monster who he recognized was a slave to King Fritz. The monster was afraid of King Fritz. So to imprison all of the Eldians based on the actions of one man, what were the chances that Marley themselves would be creating another monster. So they don't enslave Eldia and come to a rather uneasy compromise that takes time to work out. With time, it works though.

Still what else happened in the Peaceful Timeline:

-Optimus and Ymir kind of go through the motions of getting more acclimated with each other and going through a lot of the hurdles involving Ymir's pregnancy.

-Optimus and Megatron's relationship is...quite shaky when they encounter each other again. Even Ymir notices something is off, which is why she stays so close to Optimus.

-Oh, when Ymir goes into labor, it's literal panic mode, because Ymir didn't want to get anyone in the village involved. She just couldn't trust them. Optimus does ask some of the mothers on what to do and takes notes, so Optimus has to help deliver the baby! And Megatron has to help Ymir deal with the pain. Megatron thinks this whole situation is disgusting and annoying and doesn't take it too seriously when he gives Ymir his hand...Only to have her fucking shatter it in her grip as she screaming in pain. Not a fun experience for Megatron, since Megatron is now on the floor dealing with the aftershock. Soundwave putting pain receptors in the holoform was such a stupid idea!

-But the baby was delivered safely, and Optimus follows the rules on bathing the baby while Ymir heals from her wounds. Megatron is just so fucking annoyed at this point! All of that for that thing?! It looks like a slagging potato! (He doesn't voice it out loud but he is thinking it). Optimus wraps the baby and hands her over to Ymir, and both of them can't help but notice the way Ymir cries and holds her daughter so close, like she's the most precious thing in the world. Like she was the only thing that mattered.

-Doesn't mean things are easy. Things do get more complicated for the three, because now there was an another living being in the home that had no real way to communicate other that crying. Megatron helps with getting food for Ymir, since he doesn't want to deal with the baby crying, while Optimus helps take care of the child. They still haven't named her yet. They don't know what to name her.

-There is one time the child gets sick and Ymir doesn't know what to do and she's terrified. Optimus is trying what he can while consoling Ymir, and Megatron's gotten too attached so he goes into town and tells them about the baby's condition. Megatron doesn't really have money, so in exchange for supplies, he'll do some hard labor for the town. Which the locals agree to. The baby gets the medicine and recovers. And Ymir hugs Megatron and thanks him, and Megatron just feels awkward.

-Megatron ultimate decision is what gets Optimus and Ymir more involved with the village. They see Megatron working on roof in holoform and Optimus...doesn't know how to feel about it.

-The village knows for a fact that all three of them are fucking odd, but Megatron provides help, albeit begrudgingly, and Optimus is extremely kind to the locals. The women of the village help name her baby "Maria". Funny how thinks work out.

-When Maria does learn how to crawl, stand, and walk, it's a weird sight for both of them. Because Optimus and Megatron are already given those basic functions as a Cybertronian, but Ymir feels so happy when Maria walks over to her and she holds her tight.

-Optimus communicates with Maria in a rather gentle manner. Not really baby talk but it's still extremely sweet. Maria coos at the sight of him and reaches her pudgy hands to Optimus' holoform.

-Megatron talks to Maria like an adult. He will have full blown conversations with her, and she has no idea what he's saying and it's really just Megatron talking with himself. If Maria babbles or gurgles, Megatron takes it as a sign that Maria agrees or disagrees and continues talking. Optimus is just shook while Ymir giggles at the sight.

-Ymir does whisper to her to say Mama because she does want her baby to hear her voice, even though she mainly communicates through reading and writing, and it does work because Maria does say 'Ma!' and Ymir just treasures her even more. She loves her daughter.

-Maria ends up calling Optimus 'Pop' because she can't say Optimus or 'Op'. She assumes 'Pop' and Optimus spark seizes.

-Maria calls Megatron 'Meg', and Megatron is embarrassed and infuriated. Excuse you?! Megatron picks Maria up, looks her dead in the eye, and tells her his name is Megatron. Me. Ga. Tron. She stills says 'Meg' with a giggle, and it's a back and forth of 'Megatron' and 'Meg' and Optimus is just 0.5 seconds away from dying of laughter. Megatron's had enough and tells Ymir to take her child because she's broken. Ymir is just happy and kisses her cheek because 'Meg' was her third word.

-Megatron is aware of who Maria's father is, and part of him...just can't understand. The man harmed Ymir and kept her as a slave. Why in the Allspark would she keep his creation and carry out his legacy? Optimus does explain that other means are not available in this day and age. Everything is extremely different from Earth's standards. Even so, Ymir loves that child, and doesn't see Fritz. She just sees her child. Optimus then asks Megatron if the child should be judged for the actions her father committed? And Megatron just see's a helpless little baby put her foot in her mouth and begrudgingly says no. The baby was completely clueless about everything.

-Ymir is actually ridiculously smart in this timeline because she has Optimus as her teacher. She can't really speak, but she can read and write. Optimus also teaches her about the stars and where he and Megatron came from and Ymir can't help but admire them more.

-Optimus calls Maria 'sweet spark' as a little nickname and enjoys the way Maria laughs at the nickname.

-Megatron gets used to Maria calling him 'Meg' and just doesn't bother correcting it. He's actually endeared to it, but refuses to admit it.

The Peaceful Timeline is just fluff and shenanigans with a hint of angst here and there because of Ymir's trauma.

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Okay hi, hello.. this has been clawing at my ribs for a while now (it's really several things, but uuhh) , I'm an absolute shy baby when it comes to interacting with fandom so ahh

Very sorry if any of this has been said before, basically looking at your art has made me think heavily on A LOT.

What if Cori goes shopping in the brief time he has after finishing his nightmare duties. Just running around whatever scape the dreaming has decided to mix up by him and another's unconscious interacting.

Absolutely horrific framed art? His

Clothes from the cottage nearby? His

Books upon books that range from frightening to kind of beautiful, but you still gotta stomach it? Pretty much canon for at least one book, so, HIS.

Lucienne now has to begrudgingly travel out to see him and his small yet growing library to look over and catalogue his nasty nasty books, and oh no, don't think you can take them because HE found them and they shall continue to be KEPT.

Why just stop at that though? Rummaging through a fridge, cupboards? Totally find the most forbidden of ice cream flavors... Leave it back at the office freezer for others to gawk at in disgust... Spice up the office party with taking bets on whither the new nightmare dish Cori found is delicious, disgusting.. sentient?

It's just all barrelling towards disaster on some days cause, 'F*CK you put it in the microwave.. that's.. alright everyone out! It's gonna smell horrible for a while' (Mervyn probably, so done with this)

He's just always been crossing lines you know, so some days he just walks off, no shopping today! Reaches the edge of the nightmare he's concocted, crosses over into a coworkers area. Bother the hell out of them, ruin their plans.. and then other times it's someone he's never met, someone or something that no one else will probably meet. Just lesser nightmares, pulled and shaped from the sea to torment a mind and they'll soon flow back, fade, they'll only be remembered by the dreaming and it's dreamer, but even then upon waking they may be forgotten to them too.

He sits with them for the time they have, talking about anything. Questioning who they are, what they do, where they will be going and what they think they'll be then.. even though they've existed briefly. Then they go.. until they don't, cause it just starts with a single nightmare expressing the hesitancy, cause they wish they could have more, experience more.. but maybe they just have to follow their job, the purpose they've been given to end in darkened waters.

There's a pain there, in Cori's chest, he can't remember why there would be, maybe doesn't want to know just yet.. but he's got a grip now, on flesh, on feathers on scales. One after the other, because he's been keeping and they could be kept just the same, no one has made that much of a fuss yet.

A cold house turns to apartment. He will keep them and they will be given their time, their space.

Some go, to travel the dreaming, days, months. Others with a bow, a hug a kiss, eventually go forever, they've had their time and they've enjoyed it immensely, the quiet of the sea has been calling.

Lucienne still has to come back, the small shelves of books is a full library now. She doesn't complain, it's now homey and warm here but she will poke fun. Behind a clipboard and a cupped hand to hide a smile and huffs of laughter, 'You have so much now, you truly know everyone here?'

She gets to watch the Corinthian go through the motions of some denial. That it's sheerly impossible to know and keep up, he's just having them around for the excuse of unhinged parties... and someone up a few levels makes the best damn food, and another has the prettiest face and can actually beat him at chess.. and more and more. 'It's all just convenient for me, honestly.'

She feigns disinterest as she slowly walks out of the one sided conversation to finally get to cataloguing, and if she side eyes the Corinthian's own books, written, drawn.. by him.. to mark what new volumes have appeared, she'll hide the brighter smile. She wouldn't dare look into something so deeply personal, but if a certain 'birdie' told her they're full to the brim with sketches and stories of the lesser nightmares, those here and ones who came before.. well. Corinthian has always played finders keepers, just maybe don't let him know he's found a family, and they're keeping him too 🤫 ~

oh wow, oh god umm. I'm so sorry (but also not uvu) I just really had to carve that out of myself and uhh, I guess it's yours right now, hold it gently ~blease

Yu-P that's it, I guess uhh, Daniel Hall (actually) forklift certified (totally not like Dream) and lesser nightmares unionize when 👀

Have a good day ouo)/ , Grace

wow, i never thought my goofy art would make anyone think. funnily i was trying to work out a comic where the corinthian is pushing a shopping cart through nightmares like it's bed bath & beyond and being all "ooh, nice lamp" while all sorts of horrific shit goes on in the foreground (like sometimes at bed bath & beyond) but never could up with a punchline. (i do have one planned that's kind relevant to something you mention though.) and, yes, daniel is totally forklift-certified. he's that boss who insists on holding awkward one-on-one's with everyone to learn how they do their job.

so the corinthian is, like, the total loner who only interacts with anyone when he wants something from them and places no value in relationships with the exception of the one he has with dream (which isn't by choice anyway). at the same time, not giving a shit or questioning why he does anything means he has no reason not to unwittingly become a den mother to lesser nightmares. it's no skin off his ass when they start sleeping on his couch and drinking all his beer. maybe they bring him back some particularly juicy eyeballs in an igloo playmate cooler. everyone else merrily muddles his mind about the changes they perceive in him that are not changes to him, and he just corinthian.exe has stopped working when they do. but, yo, this idea is so sweet honestly. he gets to have something resembling a life while still being a menace.

#the corinthian #he either becomes middle management #or norma rae unintentionally #this was a really lovely read #thanks for overcoming your shyness and sending #singingseabeast #long post

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the-iceni-bitch · 3 years

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Catch that Buzz

Pairing: Drug Lord!Thor x fem!Reader, and a little surprise crime boss!Steve Rogers x fem!Reader x crime boss!Bucky Barnes

Words: ~10.8k (yikers)

Summary: You’re the queen to Miami’s biggest drug lord. He’s got the market on lock but is looking to expand, hopefully with some help from some potential friends from Brooklyn. But he’d never get any of it done without you.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (fingering, f and m receiving oral sex, unprotected vaginal sex, titty worship, voyeurism, exhibitionism, sex pollen vibes, mentions of anal sex and tit fucking, tattoo kink, little bit of a knife kink, violence kink, minor praise kink), heavy drug use, slightly above canon level violence, possessive Thor, hints of dark things to come, SMUT!!!!! 18+ ONLY!!!!!

A/N: I went all out for this one guys, taking a little page out of @stargazingfangirl18‘s playbook by having absolutely no chill when it comes to mob AUs! This 100% got away from me and has a mind of it’s own. I did not at all plan on having any Stucky action but I couldn’t help it! This is gonna be a big ass series with appearances from all our faves and a variety of readers and I cannot even tell you how excited I am about it. Big fucking shout out to @cockslut-padalecki and @afriendlyblackhottie because I don’t know if I would have started writing this without their encouragement. I really hope you all enjoy this insanity!!!

(Credit for the dividers goes to the amazing @whimsicalrogers)

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You were slicing the fruit for your breakfast when he walked into the kitchen, already talking on that fucking phone.

“No, we’re not moving this meeting again.” He already sounded pissed off, but he still wrapped himself around your back and pressed a kiss to your neck before stealing a slice of mango. “If those New York assholes want to move their product through our port it’s tonight or nothing.”

It was upsetting how good he looked, his hair still slightly tousled from sleep and his satin pajama bottoms slung low on his hips as he moved to grab some juice from the fridge. You had a difficult time staying mad at him while you ogled the runic tattoos that ran over his torso and arms.

“Fucking ridiculous. Figure it out Sif, I don’t have time for this shit.” The phone clattered across the counter when he tossed it after hanging up, finally turning to you and smiling. “Morning beautiful.”

“Good morning. Meeting still on?” You grabbed a second bowl for him and scooped some yogurt into it before adding some honey and fruit.

“It better be. I’m sick of these dodgy fuckers.” His ringed fingers ran over his face in frustration as he watched you put everything away before bringing the food over and hopping up to sit on the counter in front of him. “Just want to go on a fucking vacation already.”

“You need to finish this deal if you don’t want a war with New York, honey.” You took a bite of your parfait and leaned back on one arm, swinging your legs lazily. “Then we can take as much time off as you want.”

“You’re telling me things I already know, sweetheart.” He reached out and wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer and nuzzling into your hair.

“Then quit fucking complaining about it.” You scooped a finger through the remains of your yogurt and smeared it on his nose, beaming at him before leaning forward mouth it off.

A low growl rumbled his chest as he slotted himself between your thighs, his hands resting on either side of your hips before he was ducking to catch your lips with his. He started brushing his lips down your neck when you wrapped your legs around his hips, locking your ankles together behind him and scrabbling your fingers over his back when he flicked his tongue out to trace the hollow behind your ear.

“Think I’m just gonna spend all day right here.” He purred, his fingers skimming over your thighs then digging into your hips and dragging your ass to the edge of the counter. “Val can figure out the logistics for the meeting.”

“I’m sure she can handle... fuck... handle it.” Your breath hitched when he knelt in front of you and started kissing the insides of your thighs, occasionally sucking a bruise against your soft flesh.

He breathed against your entrance and you keened, winding a hand through his hair and trying to drive yourself into his face. When he finally flicked his tongue out to taste you, you almost collapsed, a jolt of pleasure shooting through your body from your core. His arms wound around your legs and kept you still as he ate you out like a starving man, his tongue swirling expertly through your folds and lapping up all the evidence of your arousal.

The sound of his phone buzzing across the counter almost broke you out of your blissful haze, blinking slowly as you turned your head to look at the offensive object.

“Don’t you dare.” He mumbled when you reached for the phone, diving back in and sucking at your pussy lips before sliding his tongue inside you.

“Jesus, Thor!” You managed to catch yourself on your elbow when your arm gave out as his nose brushed against your clit.

His grin faded when the phone buzzed again and he growled against your cunt, the vibrations making you clench around his tongue when he curled it inside you.

“Baby, it’s Val.” You’d managed to catch a glimpse of the caller ID. “She wouldn’t be calling if it wasn’t important.”

“I’m busy.” He grunted, pressing soft kisses over your mound to give you a short reprieve before shaking his head to bury himself deeper at the same time he wrapped his lips around your clit.

“Fuck!!” All the muscles in your body seized as your orgasm washed over you, your cum soaking his stubble when you finally released all over his face.

If you thought he was finished you were wrong, screaming when he shoved two fingers inside you while he flicked soft kitten licks against your tiny bundle of nerves. Your pathetic whimpers and mewls filled the silence of the kitchen while he took you apart, scissoring his fingers to stretch you before inserting a third and grinning when you arched into his face.

He ignored the screeching of tires from outside, still fucking you with his fingers when he heard a car door slam and the front door flew open.

“Hey boss, Y/N.” Val had a wicked grin on her face when she sauntered into the kitchen, moving to the fridge and grabbing an apple before turning to watch the two of you. “Hate to interrupt but we’ve got a bit of a problem.”

Thor growled into your pussy and you whined, writhing against his face while he raised his free hand and motioned for Val to continue.

“We found a rat in the shipyard crew.” She pulled out her butterfly knife and flicked it open with a flourish, winking at you before slicing off a chunk of apple and bringing it to her lips.

“Are you fucking kidding me?! Cop?” His fingers were still stroking that sweet spot when he broke away with a scowl, and you swallowed a shriek when he started taking his frustration out on your cunt.

“Don’t think so, he had a lot of money coming in from some West Coast accounts.” She cocked her head and grinned at you when he started mouthing at your sex again, a desperate moan leaving your lips. “Think Stark might be considering making a move.”

“That’s all I fucking need.” He murmured against your pussy. “You stash him?”

“Yeah, at the lab.”

Maybe you should have felt a little demeaned that the two of them were talking like you weren’t even there, but all you could focus on was the warm coil of pleasure that was gathering in your abdomen and the effort you were taking to not black out.

“Good. Lemme finish up here then I’ll head out.”

“Sure thing boss.” She gave you one more smirk and tossed the apple core in the compost bin before turning to leave. “You may want to put down a towel, when she starts breathing like that it usually means she’s about to squirt.”

His dark chuckle against your clit did it, your back arching you off the counter as you let out a wail. He wrapped his lips around your cunt and moaned when your release squirted into his mouth, his tongue laving over your entrance as he swallowed your essence while you vibrated against his face.

It took a few minutes for you to come down, panting breathlessly as he rose to his feet and grinned at you.

“Dunno how I should feel about Val knowing so much about what your body does when you come, love.” He teased, his fingers lightly skimming over your thighs.

“Maybe if you weren’t constantly fucking me in front of her.” Your brain was finally starting to reset, and you started to sit up with a low moan, your thighs quivering with the strain of aftershocks.

“Right.” He pressed a kiss to your hair before stepping back and running his hand over his mouth. “Go get dressed, you’re coming with me.”

You beamed at him and slowly slid off the counter, your smile slipping slightly when your knees buckled and he had to catch you, pulling you to his chest with a grin.

“You sure you want that, baby?” The weakness in your legs was fading quickly, and you managed to stand on your own to head towards the bedroom. “Last time you almost killed that guy when you though he was looking at me too long.”

“I’m sure, I had big plans for that perfect body today, I’m not putting those off because of some rat.”

“Fuck, that’s it.” His hand gripped your hair painfully when you swallowed around his cock, his head leaning against the seat as the town car pulled up to the lab. “Oh good girl, take all of it.”

You hummed and he let out a hiss when your throat constricted around him at the same time he swelled and shot his release against the roof of your mouth. He held your head down while his hips jerked against your face with a stutter, making sure you’d gotten everything before letting you go to sit back up.

“Feel better?” You teased, grabbing your compact and lipstick from your purse to fix your face.

“For now. That mouth of yours is something else.” He tucked himself back into his slacks with a deep sigh before turning to look at the building you were parked in front of. “But now I gotta deal with this shit.”

“I know, baby.” His breathing relaxed a little when you wound your fingers through his and pressed your lips to his palm. “You want me in the room?”

“Always.” The two of you slid out of the car and started to head inside, separating reluctantly to at least try to appear professional. “Wanna say hello to the big man first though, heard he might have something new for me.”

You perked up at that. Bruce was always a treat to talk to, such an unbelievably sweet and unassuming man. And he was a goddamn genius when it came to drugs.

“Hi there boss. Y/N! What a nice surprise!” That smile was infectious, you couldn’t help but grin back at him while Thor inspected the small collection of parachute papers on the lab table, each one emblazoned with the signature lighting bolt.

“Hiya Bruce.” You gave him a brief hug before following him to where your man was standing. “I heard you’ve been busy.”

“Yeah, been tinkering with the old Mjolnir formula and think I finally hit that sweet spot.” He looked at the small pieces of paper like a proud father before handing one to you for inspection. “I call it Stormbreaker. Extremely fast acting MDMA compound that gives an incredible high while metabolizing in half the time. I think we should be able to roll it out full scale in time for Spring Break.”

Thor nodded appreciatively as you talked with Bruce about the specifics of the chemistry, always eager for the chance to talk to another academic and geek out.

“And it’s more intense than Mjolnir?” You asked, squinting at the tiny piece of paper in your palm.

“Sure is.”

“Half dose, gorgeous.” Thor scolded when you started to bring the paper to your mouth. “Don’t need you passing out on me.”

You rolled your eyes at him as Bruce gave a sheepish grin, taking the paper you were holding and measuring out a smaller dose for you. Thor smirked at you when you waggled the new paper at him before swallowing it.

“Oh, shit.” Warmth bloomed in your core and spread through your body on thin tendrils, snaking through your veins as a low throbbing started between your thighs and your head became instantly lighter. “Fuck, that’s intense. Umm... is this cut with something new?”

“No we just upped the purity, why?”

“No reason.” You gasped, gripping Thor’s forearm tightly as slick flooded your panties.

He was giving you a knowing grin while you leaned into his shoulder, moaning softly when you inhaled the subtle pink pepper and lemon scent of his cologne, quiet notes of orange blossom drifting through as all of your senses ramped up. Poor Bruce just looked at the two of you with confusion when you rubbed your face into Thor’s chest.

“I think we can move to full scale production of this immediately.” Thor knocked his rings against the table twice to show his approval, wrapping his arm around your waist and holding you up when you started to grind against him. “Good job, Banner.”

“Ready for you boss.” Val came striding into the room and laughed when she got a look at you trying resist the urge to hump Thor’s leg. “I see we let Y/N try the big man’s new sex drug. How you feelin’ there sweetie?”

“I feel fucking great Val, what about you?” Maybe if you squeezed your thighs together... oh god. Your legs almost gave out as a shock traveled up your spine and burst at the base of your skull.

“Not as good as you!”

You finally started to equalize and gave Thor a pat on the shoulder to signal you could walk, straightening yourself before the two of you followed after his lieutenant.

The two of you arrived at the side room a little behind Val, Thor releasing you with a hungry kiss that left you breathless before he was slipping out of his suit jacket and tossing over the back of the armchair he’d had brought in for you. You snarled at him for leaving you hanging as you sank into the seat and pouted, admiring the movement of his well muscled back under his shirt as he rolled up his sleeves.

“What’s this asshole’s name Val?” He asked, looking at the tools she had set out on the table with a nod before turning to the man that was strapped to the chair in the middle of the room.

“Fuck if I know.” She said with a snort, grabbing a set of brass knuckles and putting them on as she flexed her hand.

You crossed your legs and reached into your bag to pull out a book, flipping it open to the marked page as you did your best to tune them out, unsuccessfully.

“Right, what’s your name?” Aside from a slightly furrowed brow, he looked remarkably calm, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the wall.

“Tim.” The man licked his lips nervously as he watched your man, completely ignoring Val as she prowled towards him.

That was a mistake.

She drew her fist back and drove it into his cheek, grabbing the back of the chair to keep it from teetering over when his upper body snapped to the side. He chest heaved as he took pained breaths, spitting blood down his chest before raising his eyes to watch her warily.

“Tim. I’ve got three questions for you, and you’re going to answer them for me.” He hefted the silver hammer that was laying on the table and rested it against his shoulder. “You get three chances to answer with just Val providing incentive, then I’m gonna take over, and trust me when I say you don’t want that.”

“Ok.” The poor sap kept one eye on Val as he tried to straighten back up.

“Good.” He started tossing the hammer in the air lazily, catching it in one hand like it was the easiest thing in the world and he didn’t know that sort of cocky display was going to turn you into a wet mess. “Who’s paying you? How long have they been paying you? What have you told them?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, I work for you.”

“Oof, wrong answer.”

Val tsked at him mockingly before driving her fist into his ribs, knocking all the air out of him as Thor walked over to stand next to you. You huffed when he pulled your book away and sat on the armrest next to you, your protests dying on your lips when he ran his fingers up your spine and started rubbing your neck, his other hand spinning the handle of the hammer through his fingers.

“Let’s try again. Who’s paying you? How long have they been paying you? What have you told them?”

“I’m not...”

“Hmph, Val?”

She backhanded his unbruised cheek with a smirk, stepping back and shaking the blood off her fingers when she was finished. You barely caught any of it, the drugs still coursing through your system making the feel of Thor’s hands on you so much more intense. When he brought his massive hand up to cup your jaw you whined, opening your mouth just enough to let him slip his thumb between your lips.

“Last chance, Timmy. I gotta tell you I’m torn. As much as I love using this hammer, my girl here took a little something that is gonna make fucking her even better than normal.” He slid his thumb further into your mouth and groaned when you swirled your tongue around it. “So I’d really like to wrap this up. Who’s paying you? How long have they been paying you? What have you told them?”

The man turned his eyes to you and gave you a pleading look. “Please, help me.”

Thor and Val broke down in hysterics, Thor curling over to laugh into your hair while Val doubled over and clutched her sides.

“Ha, oh that’s the wrong move!” Thor was finally able to sit up as his laughter subsided, but tears were starting to leak down Val’s cheeks while she wheezed. “Even if she could help you, she loves on this shit. She probably wants me to start using this hammer, last time she started touching herself before I even finished.”

His hand curled possessively around your throat when you shrugged at poor Tim before flicking your eyes back to Thor’s when he bent to kiss you hungrily.

“Answer the fucking questions, Timmy boy.” Val turned to him with an eye roll while Thor teased you with his tongue until you were moaning.

“I don’t know anything!”

“Goddamn it! Sorry love.” You whined when he disconnected from you and stood up, starting to unbutton his shirt so he could slide it off his shoulders.

Not that you could complain when he was standing there in only his undershirt, rolling his neck as he walked towards the center of the room.

“Bring the table, Val.”

She dragged it over with a grin, dropping it once she reached them and moving to unbind Tim’s right hand. He started spluttering pathetic pleas when she stretched his arm over the table painfully and wrenched his hand open while Thor hefted the hammer with a heavy sigh.

“Thor.” You called out to stop him before he brought the hammer down on Tim’s hand.

“Yeah, what is it honey?” He shot you an exasperated look over his shoulder as he ran his hand through his hair.

“You’ll want to hit the wrist not the palm. More nerve endings.”

His hearty laugh made you smile, leaning back in your seat and curling your legs under you as you settled in to watch.

“Thank you, baby.” He turned back to Tim with a wicked grin. “Isn’t she something special, Timmy?”

“Wait, fuck! I’ll talk!” The man screamed right before the hammer made contact.

“Ohh, nick of time!” Only Val looked a little disappointed, moving to restrain Tim’s hand again. “Who’s paying you?”

“One of Stark’s lieutenants, I think his name is Hogan.”

“Excellent. How long?”

“Six months.”

“Very good Tim. Now, tell Val everything you told that fat fuck and then we’ll let you go.” He nodded to Val before striding towards you and drawing you to your feet, tossing you over his shoulder and slapping your ass playfully as he started heading back to the front of the building. “You got room at the body farm, beautiful?”

“Yeah, let me know when your dropping him so I can make sure I’m working that night.”

He shoved you into the back seat of the town car when it pulled up, grinning when you squealed for him as he crawled in after you.

“How long do we have until the Stormbreaker is out of your system?” He pulled you into his lap and buried his face in your neck as he shoved his fingers under the hem of your skirt.

“Bruce said it metabolizes in half the time so probably 2 more hours.” You sighed when he teased his fingers under the sides of your panties and started sliding them down your legs.

“Perfect, let’s see how many times I can make you come before then.” He turned to drop you against the seat, tucking your panties in his back pocket before moving his hands to undo his fly. “Bet I can make you pass out, you’re already fucking soaked.”

“Don’t you fucking tease me. I’ve been on the edge for the past half hour, I need that cock.”

“God, you know I love when you talk like that.” He growled as he spread your legs wide, hissing through his teeth when he got a look at the wet, throbbing mess between your thighs. “Just look at that. Tell me how much you need it, gorgeous.”

“Fuck, Thor, gimme that cock.” You were burning up, your breath coming in shallow gasps as he teased his tip against your clit. “Need it to split my pussy open.”

“Yeah, she hungry for it?” He groaned as he slid into you, mesmerized while he watched you swallow every inch of him. “Fuuuck.”

“Oh my god, keep going.” You thumped your fist against the door when he started thrusting into you with abandon. ��Shit, I’m gonna come.”

“Jesus, that was fast.” He curled over you and swallowed your scream as you fluttered around him. “I’m gonna give Banner a raise.”

“I really think you should.” You murmured, whining into his mouth when you came again almost immediately.

“You’re taking me so good, beautiful.” He purred, grinning when you wrapped your arms around his neck. “Making such a pretty mess for me. You keep this up you’re gonna pass out before we even get back to the house.”

You took a deep breath when he pulled out, grateful for the relief before he was flipping you over and driving back into you hard, ripping another orgasm from you. Your jaw went slack as you pressed your face to the leather seat, drool starting to leak down your chin while you mumbled incoherently.

“Can’t.” Tears were streaming down your cheeks when you fluttered with even more pleasure. “Baby, I can’t.”

“Oh, yes you can, honey. You’re already doing it.” He nuzzled into your hair and pressed his lips to your neck, winding his fingers with yours above your head. “Just gimme one more, I’m so close.”

You choked on a sob and your vision blacked out as you clenched around him one final time, sinking into the seat while he filled you up with a low moan.

“Jesus fuck. You with me love?” He pulled out of you slowly, grinning when he heard you mumble into the seat. “We’re home.”

All you could do was groan when he scooped you up to carry you inside, not able to make yourself care that your skirt was still gathered around your waist and your lower half was completely bare. The sensation of the fresh air on the combination of your releases made you gasp, squeezing your thighs together as even more slick leaked out of you.

“Already?” He teased when you sat up to bury your face in his throat. “That genius is gonna make me so much fucking money.”

It was 90 minutes later and you were finally coming out of your haze, soaking your overworked muscles in your massive tub as you leaned back against Thor’s chest and hummed to yourself while he rubbed the kinks out of your shoulders and arms.

He had spent the past hour and a half wringing every ounce of pleasure from your body, making you come over and over as he fucked every one of your holes. You’d passed out three more times, each time waking up to his face buried between your thighs as he started the whole process all over again.

Taking you apart was his favorite thing, especially when you were on something and extra sensitive. He loved when you were completely fucked out, crying all pretty for him and covered in cum. You were always so needy after, content to let him take care of you while you basked in your post coital glow.

He looked at the clock and groaned, pressing his lips to your hair before rising out of the water. You just sighed, watching appreciatively as rivulets of water ran over the muscles of his back. God his ass was just fantastic.

“Y/N.” His deep voice snapped you out of your little daydream as he ran a towel through his hair, beaming as he turned to look at you. “We need to leave in an hour.”

“Ugh, fine.” You frowned when he wrapped the towel around his hips and started to move to the closet to choose a suit, getting out of the tub with reluctance. “Is this a panties or no panties type of meeting?”

“It’s at Thrudheim.” He called over the blow dryer as you worked on your hair.

“So, no panties.” You sighed, flipping over as you continued the slow process of getting ready.

It was a half hour later when you strolled out of the bathroom, your hair and makeup perfect as you moved to your own closet. Thor was fastening his cuff links when strode into the bedroom, wearing that white suit that he knew was your favorite.

“No, the leather one.” He ordered when you pulled out your go to red mini number.

“Really?!” You put the red dress back and pulled out the black thing he was indicating. “That’s how you want to play this?”

“Absolutely.” He grinned as he watched you slip it on and start to draw the zipper up your front. “That’s far enough, want everyone to see that ink.”

His fingers reached out to trace your tattoo, the handle of the hammer that ran between your breasts before the head spread underneath them. It marked you as his, and fuck if he didn’t start to get hard every time he saw it.

“Nuh-uh, we’re on a timetable.” You chuckled as you moved to pick out some heels, settling on some sparkly stiletto booties. “Are you going to be able to control yourself tonight?”

“I’ll do my best, but you’re so damn distracting.” He wrapped himself around your back and pressed his lips to your shoulder when the two of you started moving towards the stairs.

“That is the idea.” You teased, shoving him off you so the two of you didn’t trip as you walked downstairs.

Val and Heimdall were chatting in the foyer when you arrived, stopping their conversation and turning to face you.

“They’ve been at the club for about 20 minutes, boss.” Heimdall said, holding your door open for you as you climbed into the SUV. “Sif says they’re starting to look a little pissed.”

“Good.” Thor crawled in after you and slammed the door closed, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as Heimdall pulled out after the other SUVs in the caravan. “I’m pissed they’ve been putting this off for the past three months. They can wait an extra hour. I’m guessing that both of them made it out.”

“Yep, Barnes and Rogers both landed this morning.” Val turned in her seat to look at you two, that signature smirk of hers teasing the corners of her lips. “Guess they finally realized there wasn’t some secret port they could sneak their coke through.”

“How many men with them?” Thor started running his fingers over your arm lazily while you leaned against his chest.

“Just three. Romanoff, Barton, and Wilson.”

“Alright, make sure Volstagg, Hogun, and Fandral are in position before we arrive.”

You gave his thigh a squeeze, feeling the nervous energy that was radiating off him in waves. He always got like this before a big meeting. No matter how calm he seemed on the surface, you could always see the thunderstorms of anticipation brewing behind his eyes. It was best to let him think in silence, so you just snuggled against his chest for the rest of the ride, letting your warm presence soothe him as much as possible.

The line of SUVs arrived at Thrudheim in 30 minutes, and you felt Thor take a deep breath before Heimdall opened the door and the two of you stepped out into the night.

You bypassed the massive queue for the door, Val moving in front of you and Heimdall behind as you stepped into the noisy chaos of Thor’s flagship club. It was packed as always, writhing bodies filling the dance floor while other revelers gathered around the multiple bars or in private booths.

Sif moved to join you as you walked past the club’s entrance, leaning close to Val to update her on the situation. You spotted Fandral at the main bar and he gave you a nod as you moved past. Hogun and Volstagg must have been close by, but there was no way to spot them in the press of bodies while you made your way towards the VIP section at the back of the club.

Thor wrapped his arm around your waist as you drew closer, grinning at you when you slapped his chest when he made adjustments to your tits until they were practically spilling out of your dress. That was the game you two played though; him negotiating aggressively and methodically while you distracted his targets by looking like the embodiment of sin. He loved watching the morons he had to deal with look at you like they wanted to eat you alive, knowing all the while that he’d be fucking you until you were screaming as soon as the deal was closed.

You finally arrived at the VIP lounge and started to size up Thor’s potential new partners when you stepped past the velvet ropes. Val and the cute little redhead were giving each other almost identical smirks as the mohawked man she was talking to rolled his eyes. It was hard not to return the charming smile of the handsome man who was leaning against one of the pillars, and when his brown eyes met yours he gave you a wink.

It felt like a punch in the gut when your eyes finally found the two men you were there to meet, and the very unwelcome thought that god gave you three holes for a reason crossed your mind.

You were drawn to the blonde first, his broad shoulders looking like they were about to burst the seams of his well tailored suit jacket. His shirt was unbuttoned enough that you could see lines of ink tracings his chest, matching the scrolls that ran over the backs of his hands and ringed fingers. Even in the dim light of the club, you could make out the deep blue of his eyes, the corners pinched with annoyance. He ran a hand over his perfectly manicured beard in frustration before his movements suddenly stopped when his eyes found you.

The brunette seemed far more relaxed, seated on one of the plush couches with his legs spread wide and a drink in his hand. He didn’t seem to be as tatted up as the blonde, but you still spotted a few swirls of ink under the loosened collar of his shirt. You were surprised when you saw the glint of metal from his left hand, wondering what injury had caused him to lose the arm and also how that neural link must work. His eyes seemed to be twinkling with mischief, and when they followed the blonde’s his face split in a grin after he ran his tongue over his bottom lip slowly.

You did your best to school your thoughts when you turned back to Thor, but the smile he was giving you made you worried he knew exactly what you were thinking. That was either a very bad or very good thing, depending on how the rest of the night went.

“Odinson! Nice to finally put a face to the name.” The brunette stood up and strode towards the two of you. “Bucky Barnes.”

Thor took his hand when he offered, returning the man’s grin warmly as he removed his arm from around your waist.

“Would’ve been nicer to put a face to the name an hour ago.” The blonde growled, his eyes still fixed on you as you finally started to calm down.

“Forgive Steve here, he’s been a little impatient to get things underway.” The two of you followed after Barnes as he moved back to the couches, sinking into the one opposite him as Thor motioned for a waitress.

“Completely understandable. I know I’ve been anxious to get this taken care since we first made contact three months ago.” And the passive aggressive foreplay had begun. Thor ordered ordered a bottle of vodka and a bottle of Aquavit as well as three bottles of champagne for the group, adding a bottle of bourbon when he got a look at the drink in Barnes’ hand.

“I know, I know. We hated having to delay, but there were so many complications with the logistics there was really no choice.” He was a good liar, like you all didn’t know they’d been trying to back door their way into the Miami market without paying their dues. “Stevie, quit being a fucking grouch and come sit.”

You could feel his eyes on you as he moved to join you three, the lieutenants following after and arranging themselves around the couches with a false air of relaxation.

“Now, I think we all know who almost everyone else is, we’ve got our reputations and such that proceed us.” Bucky’s eyes moved back to you when the drinks arrived. “But I got no idea who you are doll, and me and Stevie here aren’t big on surprises.”

You beamed at him, leaning over nice and slow so they had a good view of your tits as you poured yourself some Aquavit.

“I’m Y/N.” You said teasingly, leaning back as you took a sip of your drink and felt their eyes follow you. “I’m just here to look pretty.”

“Well, you’re doing a great job.” Bucky gave you a wink before pouring his own drink.

“Enough fucking small talk, let’s get this over with.” Steve grumbled, his rings tapping against his glass irritably.

“Fine by me.” Thor took the glass of vodka you handed him and tossed it back in one gulp. “You want to move your product into my city, but I’ve got a pretty good corner on the narcotics market out here. Why should I split my profits with you boys?”

“You’ve got the edge on the MDMA market sure, but we’ve heard that your coke is barely above the cut.” He motioned for the redhead to step forward and she deposited a brick of white powder in the middle of the table. “That’s what we offer.”

Thor held your shoulder when you started to lean forward towards the coke, shaking his head with a small smile when you pouted at him.

“And this is supposed to be better than what my boys are already turning out?” He looked skeptical.

“Why don’t you try it and tell us.” Rogers growled, starting to look a little more relaxed as he sipped his bourbon.

“I’m sure you boys are on the up and up, but if you think I’m just gonna take a bump of unopened product from a couple of strangers...”

“Say no more.” Bucky gave him a dismissive wave of his hand before pulling a knife out from under his jacket with a flourish and plunged it into the brick. He scooped a small bump onto the edge of the blade and brought it to his face, inhaling deeply then sinking back into the couch with a satisfied smirk. “See? Nothing to worry about.”

Thor gave a snort before leaning forward and dipping his pinkie into the powder, shoving the coated finger into his mouth and rubbing it over his gums.

“Hmm, that’s fast.” He hummed with appreciation, taking another quick bump before resting his elbows on his knees. “Think we can find a place for this with our distributors.”

“You want a taste, sweetheart?” Rogers’ eyes were dark as pulled his own knife out and offered you a line off the blade.

You turned to Thor and he gave you a small nod, continuing his negotiations with Barnes as you leaned towards Steve. He grinned wolfishly as he watched you snort the powder off the edge of his weapon, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth when he saw your chest heave as the stimulant hit your system.

“Oh, fuck.” Every nerve in your body started buzzing with electricity, your spine shivering as the high took over. “Jesus Christ, that’s good shit.”

Rogers ran the tip of his blade over your bottom lip gently, tugging your mouth open with a low moan before Thor’s voice broke you out of it.

“How you feeling, love?” He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you towards him, trying not to give Rogers too much of a shit eating grin when he saw his look of disappointment.

“Like I could fight a rhino.” You hummed, arching your back with pleasure while you leaned against him.

“Yeah? Maybe later.” He pressed his lips to your hair before turning back to his new partners. “So, free use of the ports and our land distribution network, and I get a 25% cut of all Miami profits. We’ll also start moving Mjolnir and Stormbreaker in New York, giving you 15% of those profits.”

“Why should we get 10% less than you, Odinson?” Steve was starting to look pissed again, bouncing the blade of his knife off the palm of his hand. “We’re taking on just as much risk.”

Thor moved his hand down to your hip and tapped his fingers against it, turning his head and giving you a conspiratorial wink. You beamed at him before rotating your body slightly, making sure both men’s eyes were on you before uncrossing your legs. Their reactions were everything you wanted, Steve sucking his breath in a hiss and his knuckles turning white around his glass while Bucky growled and bit his bottom lip. You gave them a few seconds to enjoy the view of the glistening treasure between your thighs before crossing your legs again and resting your head against Thor’s shoulder, a look of doe eyed innocence on your face as you ran your fingers over his chest.

“You’re making less because I am providing all of the infrastructure for shipping and distribution here in Miami, whereas all you can offer me in New York is your established client base.” His hand moved up to cup your breast, smirking as he watched the two men start to squirm when his fingers teased at the edge of your neckline that was barely containing you. “Plus I’ll give you boys some introductions to my international connections, since I know you’ve been looking to spread operations overseas.”

“Qu’en penses-tu?” Barnes eyes were still fixated on you as he started chatting with Rogers in French.

“Je n'aime pas ça.” The blonde growled, his eyes moving to your legs as you started rubbing your thighs together. “Nous en avons besoin, cependant.”

“Il est le seul à avoir accès à elle.” Bucky said with a nod, turning to face Steve with reluctance as they talked things over.

You did your best to act like you weren’t listening, giggling when Thor bent his head to run his tongue over the shell of your ear. He grabbed the bottle of Aquavit and refilled your glass for you before pouring himself another vodka, leaning over the back of the couch to give Val a nod. She grinned back at him before turning away to find Sif.

“We can accept giving you 20% of any Miami profits if you cut us in for 5% of shipping revenue from your ports.” Rogers grumbled with a shrug, the two men turning to face you again.

“Hmm, what do you think, love?” Thor gripped your chin lightly and tilted your head up to look in your eyes.

“I think you should stick to the original offer of 25%, babe. They’re hoping to undercut your dealings with Danvers and edge you out once you make an introduction.”

“What the fuck?!” Steve looked furious, reaching into his waistband for his gun before Thor drew his own first and leveled it at his head.

Bucky and you were the only two who seemed relaxed as everyone drew weapons. The three Lieutenants trained theirs on you and Thor while Heimdall pointed his at Barnes. Val and Sif arrived then and dropped the massive duffel they were carrying, Sif pulling a revolver from her thigh holster while Val drew a pair of desert eagles from under her jacket with an excited grin and aimed at the three who had their guns pointed at you.

You and Barnes looked at each other appreciatively, he was giving you a wicked grin as the tension rose quickly, everyone waiting for someone else to do something.

“Let’s all just take a couple deep breaths and relax.” Bucky clapped Steve’s shoulder until he sat back with a grunt, letting go of his grip on the gun. “So, you’re just here to look pretty, doll?”

“Sorry, I didn’t give you my full name, Bucky, we like to keep things low key. Thor?”

“Meet Dr. Y/N Y/L/N, boys, professor of biological and forensic anthropology at the University of Miami. What are your ph.Ds in again, love?”

“You’ve already mentioned two, but we also have antiquities, art history, archaeology, and the big one, linguistics.”

“She’s a bit of a polyglot.” He gave you a proud grin as he tucked his pistol away and everyone else finally eased up. “That’s why she’s in charge of international relations, and she always comes to negotiations with me. Can’t tell you how many bad deals this girl has gotten me out of.” You beamed when he cupped your cheek lovingly and took another swig of vodka. “She also runs the body farm.”

“That’s not just a rumor?” Everyone on the other side of the table was giving you appraising glances now as Steve whistled through his teeth. “That’s supposedly the whole reason the feds haven’t been able to pin any hits on you.”

“Not a rumor.” You kissed his palm before he removed it and turned back to them. “Listen, I like you gentlemen, even though you tried to pull one over on me. It’s understandable, Carol’s operation is a pie everyone wants their fingers in. So, here’s the new offer, I take 30% of Miami profits, you get 7% of anything I move in New York, Y/N here arranges for some international introductions for you, and I arrange for all of us to have a meeting with Miss Danvers.”

“They’re also having issues with Stark’s attempts to expand, baby.” You leaned forward and took Thor’s knife when he offered it, scooping out more coke and arranging it in a couple of lines before rolling a Benjamin and snorting it off the table.

“God, I forgot about that fucker.” He took the bump you offered him with a scowl. “That asshole giving you boys trouble too?”

“Yeah.” Steve and Bucky both looked pissed now. “He poached our Queens wunderkind a month ago and we’re pretty sure he’s got at least one mole planted.”

“Well, seems that a partnership would be extremely beneficial then. Need to keep that cocksucker on the west coast where he belongs.”

“Agreed.” Bucky sighed, Steve just grunting his acquiescence. “Partners then?”

Thor grinned and offered his hand, finally relaxing when Bucky took it and shook. Steve actually smiled a little bit when he gripped his wrist tightly, the muscles in his neck loosening as he rolled his head from side to side with relief.

“Fantastic, let’s celebrate! Evie, we need champagne flutes all around and tell Mark to bring us the box of Cubans I have in the back office.” The waitress wandered off to do as instructed as Sif walked forward and dropped the duffel next to the opposite couch. “And, because I know it can sting when you think you’re gonna get away with something and the rug gets pulled out from under you, here’s a little signing bonus so there’s no hard feelings.”

Rogers actually grinned when he opened the duffel to piles of cash, turning back to the two of as he handed it off to the charming looking man who had been leaning against the pillar.

“I think this is gonna work out just fine, Buck.”

“Evie, thank you sweetheart.” Thor smiled warmly when the server got back with the stemware and cigars, handing her three hundred dollar bills before she walked off again with a blush. “Let’s drink to getting stupid fucking rich.”

You all tossed back your champagne with a chorus of whoops before diving into the revelry. Thor offered you a few puffs of his cigar before tucking between his teeth and leaning forward to talk with his new partners about all the new things Carol was doing. He squeezed your hand when you pressed a kiss to his shoulder before standing up and stretching, moving away to find Val and Sif.

“You ladies wanna come dance with me?” You asked when you found the two of them chatting with the redhead. “That coke’s got me feeling like I’m full of bees.”

“Let’s do it!” Val said with a grin, leading the four of you out of the roped off section and towards the dance floor. “This is Nat by the way.”

“Hi Nat, nice to meet you!” Val started shoving people out of the way when you reached the floor, making sure you had room to move without getting humped by idiots.

“You too! Sorry I pointed a gun at your head!” She gave you an apologetic shrug as she shouted over the music.

“Please, it happens.” You waved her off and started rolling your hips to the rhythm.

“I got shots!” Sif said, grabbing the four tiny glasses off the tray and proffering them.

You hissed at her after you tossed it back. “Goddamn it Sif, tequila?”

“Yes, tequila!!”

You just shook your head as the four of you started dancing, the rest of the crowd giving you a small circle of space. Even with the extra room, Val and Nat were right against each other, their hips rolling together while they stared each other down. Sif and you just grinned at each other as you watched the two of them.

“Oh my god, just fuck already!” You teased when Nat tucked her face into Val’s neck, earning a glare from her. “There’s no one in the basement office tonight.”

“Unlike you, I don’t have the luxury of getting fucked when I’m in the middle of working, I have to save that shit for my own time. Speaking of which, looks like he wants you back.”

Heimdall gave the four of you a smile when he walked up, cocking his head and tapping his finger against his thigh impatiently as you moved slowly to follow after him with a half hearted pout.

“Sorry, Y/N. You know how he gets once he closes a deal.” He walked behind you back to the VIP section, staring down a few different men who looked like they were thinking of approaching you.

“I know, Heimdall. It’s one of the things I love about him. How much coke has he had?”

“Kjære!!” Thor’s voice boomed over the din of the club when he spotted you, answering your question when he stood on the couch and spread his arms wide with joy.

“Kjæreste!” You beamed at him, yelping when he jumped off the couch and bounded towards you to toss you over his shoulder and carry you back to where his new partners were waiting.

He dropped you on the couch with a small huff before curling over and devouring your mouth with his. Your breath left with him when he pulled away, sinking next to you before pulling your legs over his lap with a happy sound.

“Can’t have a celebration without you love.” He grinned, bending over the table and scooping a good helping of cocaine onto his knife. “These boys got all sad after you left.”

“It’s true, doll.” Bucky said, his eyes blown wide from the drugs while he watched Thor rub some coke over your gums before reaching forward to kiss you again. “You might be the most interesting person here.”

Your light laugh turned into a moan when you felt the cool steel of Thor’s knife drag over your chest slowly, leaving a thin line of powder over the curve of your breast.

“I am pretty fascinating.” You teased, biting your lip when Thor bent forward and snorted the coke off your tit. “Did you have any questions you wanted to ask me?”

“Shit, I did but I can’t remember exactly what they were right now.” He was mesmerized as he watched Thor run another line over the opposite breast. “Steve?”

“I’ve got nothing.” Rogers tugged on the collar of his shirt when Thor uncrossed your legs and drew a line on the inside of your thigh before bending over and inhaling it slowly, moaning when the scent of you filled his lungs and added to his high.

“Fuck, that’s the best way to do lines.” He hissed as he sat back up, sniffling a few times before turning to the men who couldn’t stop staring at you. “You boys really ought to try it.”

A deep laugh rumbled his chest when all three of your heads snapped to him. Thor was extremely possessive, he loved using you to tease whoever he was dealing with, dangling you in front of them like bait before snapping you away and fucking you senseless. There was a meeting three months ago where some idiot put a hand on your leg and Thor had almost beat him to death before Heimdall and Val could pull him off.

You ran your tongue over your bottom lip nervously as you studied his face, trying to determine if he was playing some dangerous game with all of you that was going to end with you stitching someone up.

“I smelled you love.” He purred in your ear, drawing you to your feet and turning you until you were facing the two men, his breath fanning warmly over your neck as he pressed his chest to your back. “I’d love to believe that’s all for me, but you’ve been squirming ever since you set eyes on them.” You moaned when he started walking you towards where Barnes and Rogers were eyeing you hungrily. “But tell me you don’t want it and we can stop.”

“Fuck, you spoil me.” You grinned at him over your shoulder and accepted his soft kiss before moving to sit on the mirrored table. “Go ahead boys.”

Bucky leaned forward first with a deep growl, flipping his knife through his fingers before digging it into the cocaine and moving back to your chest. Your eyes turned to Steve’s as you gasped at the feel of the cold blade dragging over your breasts, grinning when you saw him start to palm his cock through his slacks. A low moan escaped your lips when Bucky leaned forward and inhaled the powder off your skin, his lips ghosting over the swell of your tits before he pulled back with a groan.

“You gotta try that Stevie.” He muttered, leaning back to scoop up more cocaine as his free hand brushed over your thigh, teasing the hem of your skirt up towards your hip as he spread your legs wide.

Steve stood up and prowled towards you as Bucky knelt between your thighs and started drawing lines over them with his blade. Your breath was starting to get shallow, and when Steve curled his hand lightly around your throat at the same time Bucky’s face skimmed over your leg you let out a whine. The blonde slid his jacket off and grabbed his own knife, his thumb tracing the swell of your bottom lip as he collected some powder.

Bucky had run out of blow but kept his face where it was, his lips pressing into your soft skin as he moaned at the smell of you. Steve moved very slowly, his thumb tracing your jaw while he pressed the flat of the knife against your chest.

The throbbing between your legs was starting to get too intense, and when Buck’s breath fanned over your core at the same time Steve pressed his face to your chest, you almost passed out. Steve let out a low moan as he buried his face between your tits, nuzzling them with a growl while you wound your fingers through his hair. He started drawing the zipper at the front of your dress down even further, his lips ghosting over every inch of exposed skin before the dress was completely undone.

”Fuck me.” Steve hissed, stepping back and taking you in with a satisfied hum. “You seeing this Barnes?”

Bucky rested his chin on your thigh for a beat, gazing up at you through his lashes and grinning as his eyes raked over your naked body.

”Yeah I see it. You’re a lucky man, Odinson.”

You turned your gaze over your shoulder and found Thor grinning at you, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth as he squeezed the outline of his cock through his slacks.

”That I am, but so are you boys. This is a one night only deal, and only because she wants it, otherwise I’d have killed the two of you hours ago.” The gleam in his eye was full of danger for a moment before it relaxed into lust. “You get to fuck her however she wants; eat her out, fuck her tits, feel those perfect lips or that tight ass wrapped around your cocks. But that pussy is mine, and if either of you even try to slip it into that pretty little hole, I can’t be held responsible for what I might do.”

”That seems fair to me,” Bucky said with a shrug. “Stevie?”

As soon as Thor had stopped talking Steve’s mouth was on yours, his teeth tugging on your lips until you opened up for him and he could curl his tongue against your own. Barnes just laughed before diving between your thighs, his arms wrapping around your legs as he mouthed hungrily at your sex. You whined into Rogers’ mouth when Bucky’s tongue found your clit at the same time Steve started rubbing his thumbs over your nipples, feeling his grin when you arched into his palms.

The way the two of them were working you over made you think this wasn’t their first time sharing. Every time Steve found one of your zones, Bucky’s tongue was right against your clit, making you want to scream. Steve’s hands were almost lazy in the way they traced your tattoo, the pads of his fingers still skimming over your nipples as he admired the artwork.

”Jesus Christ.” Was the only thing you could think of to say when Bucky’s nose rubbed against your clit at the same time he curled his tongue inside you.

”Not exactly, gorgeous.” Steve’s grin was wicked as he continued to trail his fingers over the ink that swirled between your breasts while you leaned against him. “This ink is fucking impressive, you should let me do a piece for you if you’re ever in New York.”

The answer you were about to give died in your throat when Bucky sucked on your clit and you came without warning, a jolt of electricity traveling up your spine as your release soaked his mouth and chin while you swallowed a shriek. He moaned into your cunt at the taste of your cum before leaning back on his heels and grinning at Steve.

”Your turn Stevie. Dunno if it’s the coke or her but I don’t think I’ve ever come from eating pussy before.”

Your eyes bulged when you saw the wet stain over the shrinking tent in his slacks, your chest swelling at the thought that nothing but the taste of you could make a man come undone.

The two of them shifted to switch positions, the feel of Steve drawing lines on your thighs sending a small jolt of pleasure up your spine. Bucky tilted your head up so he could kiss you, sliding his tongue between your lips and grinning when you whined at the taste of yourself. You felt Steve’s beard scratching your skin when he pressed his face to your thigh and inhaled, growling when he finally got a close look at the plump and swollen prize between your legs.

”I dunno how he can get anything done with you around, doll.” Bucky purred as he started trailing his lips down your throat.

“We’re very good at multitasking.” You gasped, Bucky’s lips wrapping around your nipple at the same time Steve’s tongue ran over your slit in a heavy stripe.

His low chuckle vibrated your chest and made you keen, arching your back into him when he brought his metal hand up to palm your neglected breast. Steve’s tongue was still swirling lazily through your folds, savoring the taste of you while his cock throbbed against the edge of the couch. He shoved two fingers inside you and you choked on a sob when his lips wrapped around your clit.

Bucky’s tongue had raised your nipple to a sensitive peak, the brush of his lips over it sending a jolt through your body that echoed in your core, making you clench around Steve’s fingers with a gasp. The sensations were too much for you and you collapsed back against the table, Bucky following you and moving his face to your other breast while you wrapped your thighs around Steve’s neck.

You tilted your head back to find Thor, your body relaxing as much as it could when your eyes met his. The anger you were worried you would find wasn’t there, just pure desire as he watched the two men take you apart with lust blown pupils. He was still slowly palming his cock through his pants, and you moaned at the sight of his bulge growing larger while he looked at you.

”Are you close, love?” He grinned when you nodded at him, unable to speak as Steve flicked kitten licks against your clit while Bucky sucked on your nipple. “You go ahead and come for these boys one more time then I’ll fuck you like you deserve.”

It was like his permission was all you needed, your back arching off the table when your body spasmed and your release flowed into Steve’s mouth and over his beard. He and Bucky both groaned as they watched you come down, the occasional aftershock vibrating through your body as they stepped away with reluctance.

“Gentlemen, I look forward to a long a fruitful partnership. Please feel free to use of the lounge for the rest of the night.” Thor only had eyes for you as you slowly rose from the table on shaky legs and drew your dress closed to cover your nakedness. “Would really love to stay but I have some business to attend to in the top office.”

You felt their eyes following you as Thor wrapped his arm around your waist and started to guide you towards the office, Heimdall walking in front of you to clear the crowd out of the way. He stopped at the bottom of the stairs and gave you a knowing grin as Thor started dragging you to the office.

Thor growled once he shoved you inside, slamming the door closed and cutting off the noise from the floor once you were alone in the soundproofed room.

“You did so fucking good baby.” He purred as he stepped into you, his hands roaming all over your body while he started walking you towards the wall of glass that looked out over the club. “Don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Well, you’d get fucked over a whole lot.” You teased, running your tongue over his bottom lip when he pressed his mouth to yours with a moan.

He chuckled against your lips, keeping your mouth molded to his while he turned the front of your body to press against the glass.

“Those two fuckers got one taste of you and I bet they’ll do anything you ask now.” He scraped his teeth over the curve of your neck towards you shoulder, slowly removing his suit jacket and shirt quickly. “They still watching, love?”

You found the lounge and grinned when you saw the two New Yorkers staring up at you from the floor, fighting the urge to give them a wave.

“Yeah, they are.” HIs hand curled lightly around your throat and you whined as he tilted your head back and started to drag the zipper of your dress down slowly.

“Good.” He slid your dress off your shoulders and tossed it aside, rubbing his face in your hair as he worked at undoing his belt one handed. “Want them to watch you scream when you come all over my cock.”

He gave you no warning before spearing into you, grinning when you let out a satisfying shriek. You didn’t get a chance to adjust before he was thrusting into you violently, his hips slapping against your ass as he pressed your tits against the glass.

This was different from your slow afternoon lovemaking where he took his time drawing every drop of pleasure from your fucked out body. All he wanted when he was coked up after a deal was to take you fast like a damn animal, claiming you as his for everyone to see.

Fuck if you didn’t love every second of it.

Your legs started to shake as your pussy clenched around him, moaning when he wrapped a hand around your front to dig into your breast, his other hand increasing the pressure on your throat. He growled into your shoulder when you arched into his hand, pressing you even further into the glass while you whined.

“Close, I’m so close. I’m gonna come, don’t fucking stop.” He grinned at your babbling, somehow increasing his pace even more until you were literally bouncing off the glass.

When he released your breast and hooked his hand under your knee, drawing it up to your waist and opening you up even further so the tip of his cock could kiss your cervix, you lost it. You let out an inhuman wail, tears streaming down your cheeks while your body tried to curl back on itself. He caught you before you collapsed, holding you up while you vibrated around him, your pussy milking his cock in waves as stars exploded behind your eyes.

You felt his cock throbbing inside you and hissed when he sank his teeth into your shoulder, warmth blooming from your core as he coated your satiny walls with thick ropes of spend. He fucked it into with stuttering jabs, his hips jerking erratically until his cock stopped twitching and started to soften.

The two of you panted against each other, Thor scooping you up and turning you to face him as he slid out of you with a soft wet squelch. You hummed happily when he pressed his lips against yours and nipped at them softly.

“Herregud, du er jævla perfekt, kjære ” He groaned, holding you close as the two of you sank to the floor. “Jeg lar deg aldri gå, du er min.“

“Jeg er din for alltid.” You murmured as he laid back against the floor, pressing your lips to the tattooed wreath of blåveis and bergfrue over his heart that marked him as yours. “Jeg elsker deg.”

Steve and Bucky turned their attention back to the lounge with reluctance, doing their best to ignore Sam and Clint’s shit eating grins. Rogers took another bump of coke before sinking into the couch and chugging directly from the bottle of bourbon. Barnes just grabbed another stogie, biting the end off and spitting it away before tucking it between his lips.

“Think we may need to get ourselves one of those, Stevie.”

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Indiscreet – 00. Prologue Pairing: Writer/Producer!Javi Gutierrez x you (Hollywood AU) SERIES MASTERLIST

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Series summary: Fresh off the success of his project with Nic Cage, Javi dived fully into his true passion, screenwriting. A few more hits later, his best friend is making his directorial debut with his script. Trouble comes in the form of you, a beautiful young new actress brought on to the project… and there’s an impending threat of quarantine, too.

Chapter summary: The director, Óscar Morales, invites you to dinner. Chapter warning: Nothing spicy yet, but there’s only one bed and an age gap. For those fasting or sober, there are mentions of food and alcohol here. Words: 2,8k

Playlist: Fireplace burning through the night

Author’s note: Thank you so much to everyone who liked, reblogged, and asked to be tagged! I’m excited to finally share this baby that I’d been dreaming up for almost a year now. I'm dropping you smack dab in the middle of the timeline, but you'll get to see how they initially met on the next chapter in a few days. Special thanks to @dontshouthisnamelikehesathing @just-here-for-the-moment @beaucannon for being my first readers. Enjoy and happy TUWOMT release weekend!

Edit 14/10 - Disclaimer: I feel the need to address this concern. Óscar (Morales) isn't an RPF of Oscar Isaac. While I borrowed Isaac's first name because I couldn’t think of anything else that fit, Morales is not inspired by and does not bear any resemblance to Isaac. I initially had Isaac's look in Dune in mind when I started writing him, but in some scenes I also envisioned Edgar Ramirez. But if you imagine their looks differently than I do, go ahead and keep it that way! Cast anyone you want.

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FEBRUARY

“CUT!”

You stand there exasperated across your co-star who looks like he’s had enough. That was the fourteenth take. For some reason, today you just couldn’t get anything right. Lacing your shaky fingers together on your front, you wait for the crew to set up the scene - again - but the same voice announces, “Take five, everyone!”

You let out a sigh you didn’t notice you were holding and you see the director walking towards you and motioning you to another room. Here goes, you think. He’s gonna rewrite my role and I’ll barely have any lines and he’s gonna think I’m not serious enough about this and oh my god he’s gonna regret this—

“What’s up with you today? Did something happen?” Óscar Morales, the director who's personally responsible for you being here, runs his hand over his thick and graying beard.

Something happened, all right, but nothing you should know.

“Uh, no. I just couldn’t get into her headspace today, you know, it’s been really overwhelming, this is all still new for me, and you know I have trouble remembering lines sometimes, and–”

“I thought you said you’ve been practicing with Javi?”

Fuck. “Yeah. Yeah. It’s just… I don’t know. It’s just a weird day today. I don’t even have excuses. Sorry.”

“Seriously, are you okay? Do you need a break?” He asks softly.

“I’m good. Really. Just… give me 5 more minutes?”

“Okay. Sure thing. But get it right this time. We’re gonna lose the light soon. You got this, kid.” Óscar squeezes your arm and leaves you alone with your thoughts. Get it together. Do not disappoint him.

You decide to walk around the massive library to calm your jitters. Books adorn all four walls surrounding you. Curious, you pick up a leatherbound and open it to a random page. Blank. Ha! Should’ve known. You’ve heard about people buying blank books in leather spines by the foot just to decorate their “home library”. What a scam. Why bother! Everyone should have a personalized collection. Filled with books that mean something to them. Hardcovers and paperbacks stacked on top of each other without rhyme or reason. No alphabetization or color coding. Dog ears and doodles and an old bar receipt in place of a bookmark between pages… No, don’t think about him right now. Focus.

Focus. FOCUS. What’s that line you keep forgetting? A wistful Spanish quote, then a goodbye. Fuck, you’re not even sure what it means. There goes your two on and off years of Duolingo. Javi was supposed to teach you how to say it correctly, tone and all.

“Hey, you ready?” A PA interrupts your running thoughts with a loud opening of the door.

“Yeah, sure. Oh, could you tell Óscar I’m going to the bathroom and I’ll be there in like, two minutes? Th–” The PA doesn't even let you finish your gratitude before slamming the door carelessly. Get it together. Get this one take right. Get this right and you’ll be back in your plush hotel suite, having a nice long bath with a bottle of wine, before…

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TWO NIGHTS AGO

““I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too. Yo la quise, y a veces ella también me quiso,”” Javi’s warm, smooth voice reads the text from his phone. It's cliché. But you sound so adorable following his intonations that he could look past it. That part isn't going to be in your scene, but he's a hardliner for tone and insists that you fully understand the entire poem to deliver the dialogue.

“I like it better when you say it,” you giggle. Spread on his sofa and three glasses in (or four?), you can feel the words coming out before you fully think it through. “Not my favorite part, though.”

“You have a favorite part? Esto es muy triste,” he says, tilting his head up to you from the floor he’s sitting on, one arm now dangerously close to your leg.

“Nope… es muy romántico, Javi.”

“Ugh, you’re such a sad person,” he says in fake mocking.

“Excuse me!” you lift your head laughing.

“You know what I mean! Everything you like is so sad. Cheer up.” Javi laughs.

“Seriously, it’s romantic. He still loves her, even way after… well.”

“How does this fit into the scene anyway? And why wasn’t I consulted?” He'd come home to revisions in his emails and was about to tell Óscar to axe it all, until he read that it was your suggestion in the fine print.

“Because Óscar loves me and trusts me,” you say with a sweet smile. “And I’m gonna add my favorite line after the goodbye to my ‘boyfriend’ with your great big speech...”

“Which is?”

“”Love is so short, forgetting is so long.”” You stand up and walk towards his kitchen for your fourth (fifth?) refill.

“Oh, that’s cheesy. Cheer up,” Javi says, laughing at your consistency and cliché. He has never let anyone tweak his script in any of his previous works, no matter how big their star power is. But, whatever makes you happy.

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“See? That wasn’t hard.” Óscar says good-naturedly with a big grin. “I knew you’d nail it. That’s a wrap for today, everyone! See you all tomorrow!”

You're about to dash for your dressing room to finally change into your own clothes and go home when Óscar reaches for your elbow.

“Hey, why don’t you have dinner with us tonight?”

“I don’t know, Óscar. I’m a little tired…”

“Come on, it’s still early. We’re just gonna be at home. Give me half an hour and then we’ll go, alright?”

And how could you say no? You wouldn’t even be here if not for Óscar taking matters into his own hands when you needed someone, anyone, to pull you out of your mundane life. And you wouldn’t have even met him if not for Óscar either. Caving in, you start to do the math in your head. Maybe I’d still make it if I only stayed for an hour.

✧

Óscar notices you’re looking out the window into the vast views of rolling hills throughout the entire drive, far lost in your thoughts that he doesn’t bother to make small talk. He finally speaks up when you follow him to the front door.

“Sorry to make you do this. But we know you’re alone and probably sick of room service, so... Ava insists. I’ll drive you back after, of course. Or you could stay the night if you’re too tired later.”

“I really don’t want to burden you, Óscar.” And I wouldn’t be alone.

“I promised to take care of you. It’s really nothing.”

Óscar’s place, his rented residence for the time being, is a cottage half an hour away from the city surrounded by tall trees and seemingly endless fields of green - well, white now. When you first came here weeks ago, Ava said it’s good for the kids; they could be outside all day and Óscar wouldn’t have to worry about privacy. Javi said Óscar’s not even famous enough to worry about that - which earned him a wet willy into his ear. You thought you could see yourself living in it if you’re ever sick of the busy city life. You fell in love at first sight with the indoor-outdoor dining area with vines overhead. It reminded you of home.

“We’re here!” Óscar announces as you both take off your coat and shoes by the door when you notice a pair of men’s sneakers too large to be Óscar’s. You’ve seen the same pair on the floor of your room last week. Your breath catches in your throat.

“We’re in the living room!” answers Ava.

Following her voice, you find a familiar sight: Lightning McQueen on TV, toys scattered around the carpeted floors, and Óscar’s eldest child passed out on his favorite tío’s lap. It’s so cute. Then, as if on cue, Javi looks up at you and gives you his signature smirk before he catches himself and averts his attention to Óscar.

“He wouldn’t go to his room until you’re home.” Ava says to Óscar.

“Is that right?” he says to his sleeping son before picking him up from Javi’s lap. “Come on, buddy. Let’s get you into bed.”

“Hey honey, how are you?” Ava gets up to kiss your cheeks in greeting.

“I'm good. Thanks so much for having me. I know it’s last minute…”

“Don’t worry! Javi brought us pasta and it’s too much for just us three,” she laughs. “I’m gonna tuck him in. Go ahead and dig in. You must be so hungry.”

Javi gets up and leads you into the kitchen. It's now too cold for the outdoor dining table so the island would have to do. You look at the unopened paper bags – Padella.

“I got you your favorite,” you hear Javi’s familiar, velvety voice.

“I was going to te–” you start.

“I tried ca–” he says at the same time. “Yeah, I was going to let you know I’d have to be here.”

“What for?”

“Script revisions. Might be too late for it now, though.”

“Yeah... that’s kind of my fault.” You give him a sheepish grin.

“Something happened?”

“No, I… Well, I forgot my lines... a lot. But it’s okay now... I hope.”

“You’ll be fine. We could fix it in post.”

You clear your throat, changing the subject. “So, now that we’re both here… Was this your plan? Takeout pasta for dinner?”

Javi meets your eyes and chuckles as he starts to plate the food. “More like satisfying my girl’s cravings, one way or another…” he says with a wink. My girl. You bite your lip at that, the endearment making you blush. “No, actually, I’d already booked out Daphne’s when Óscar called. He said you were coming here too, so… this is the best I could do. I’ll make it up to you, promise.”

You feel mushy that he remembers your blurb about loving that place and dying for pasta on set a few days ago. He’d refused to let you know where you’d be going, only that he’d pick you up at your hotel. But buying the place out for a whole night, for a date? That’s another level.

“I don’t mind this,” you tell him, gesturing to the containers. The takeaway is your go-to whenever you need a delicious, no-dress-code-required pasta fix in town. He had looked at you in bewilderment when you told him you used to line up for at least an hour just for it. How he managed to get all of these in a short time, you could guess.

He’s busy twisting the noodles to perfection, so you continue. “Well, I was planning on pampering myself and then putting on this lacy thing and slip dress I just bought, and asking you if we could just stay in,” you tease with a wicked glint in your eyes. At that, he stops his motions and his eyes immediately drop to your torso, even though nothing is showing through your sweater.

“Yeah, you do that. Tomorrow night.”

“You’re not taking me to Daphne’s anymore?”

“I mean… if that’s still what you want? We’ll need to fuel up anyway,” he says before rounding the corner and standing next to you to put a hand on your hip and caress it. “And if that’s really what you’re gonna wear, I want it off on the ride back home,” he whispers in your ear. His hand moves to your lower back and up your spine under your sweater. You close your eyes and hope you don’t whine. “I won’t let you leave my bed, so we’re gonna have to come up w–”

“It’s my house so dibs on the ragù!” Óscar’s voice approaching from the living room startles you both, making Javi jump away from you. You cough and pretend to reach for the water pitcher, hoping you don’t appear too flushed.

“There’s only one and it’s for her.”

“Dammit. Fine.”

✧

Both you and Javi are going to win an Oscar (ha) one day for the stellar performance you put on tonight. Neither Óscar nor Ava suspect anything throughout dinner. Not when Javi stares at you a little too long. Not when he attentively refills your wine glass and switches to water without asking for your okay - like he already knows you. You laugh at stories he tells them as if you haven’t heard them before while he was massaging your tired feet on your bed weeks ago. He listens to you intently and asks you questions about your life as if you didn’t tell him the exact same things over cocktails in the past month. As far as your two hosts are concerned, neither of you knows what the other is doing in your daily life outside of the set.

Time flies and suddenly it’s already close to midnight. “I have a morning start tomorrow, mind if you just stay here, we’ll work on the script first thing?” Óscar asks Javi.

“Sure, yeah. You don’t mind, Ava?”

“Of course not,” Ava replies immediately, as if that’s even something to consider. Then she turns to you. “Why don’t you stay too? You’re going to set tomorrow anyway, right?”

The invitation sounds sincere, and it is, but you know it’s because she doesn’t want her husband to drive you to the city and back this late. It’s been a long and tiring day. “No, but… sure. If you don’t mind too, of course.”

“If you don’t mind sleeping on the sofa bed. And if Javi doesn’t mind sleeping on the floor,” Óscar says.

“Damn. Can’t I just cuddle between you two?” Javi asks Óscar in mock disappointment.

“You’re a dumbass.”

“No, you.”

You look at them back and forth in fascination. Their banter is always entertaining - be it in private, on set, on interviews (and yes, you’ve seen them all). It’s the real playful Javi and Óscar that you know, not the calm and collected mask you sometimes see them put on for other people.

“At least my back still survives going up the stairs,” Óscar says before sleepily getting up from the stool.

“I’ll do the dishes.” You quickly say before Óscar and Ava could even reach for their empty ones.

“By the way, turn the fireplace up high, you don’t wanna wake up freezing your dick off,” Óscar says to Javi who rises up to his feet to help you.

“Why don’t I set everything up then I’ll help you dry these?” Javi says to you as you start to roll up your sleeves.

“No, go ahead, I’ll be done in no time.” He nods and you get to work, missing the brief look on Ava’s face as she looks between the two of you before you all say your goodnights.

✧

You find Javi back in the living room, still setting up the massive sofa bed in front of the roaring fireplace. It basks the surrounding in a warm glow, making the scene unintentionally romantic. You look down to a pathetic stack of pillows on the floor, not even on the reading nook by the window.

“We could just share, you know. It’s big enough.”

“I don’t know,” he says. “Not here. I don’t know if I could… if I could keep my hands to myself. After what you said.”

“Me? What about what you said?” You take a sip of your drink, a glass of hot tea with lemon slices you just made as you settle into the corner of the makeshift bed. “Come on. I can’t let you fuck up your back. And not when you have an early start tomorrow. Just put a pillow between us.”

Javi contemplates for a moment before giving in. He picks up his pillows off the floor and slips under the blankets next to you.

“I wish we were back at yours.”

“Uh huh.“

You put your glass on the coffee table and crawl closer to him, your nose touching his, fingers tugging on the hem of his shirt. “So I could sleep on you.”

Javi wraps an arm around your waist and squeezes, as he lets out a sigh. “Behave, baby. Please.”

“If you say so,” you say playfully. You move back to your side of the bed and take your jeans off. Your sweater follows to reveal a thin tank top underneath. You look at his stunned face and make a show of covering yourself up with the blanket to your neck. You turn so that your back is facing him and you look over your shoulder to say, “Goodnight.”

What you don’t know is that it takes Javi ten minutes to readjust his composure (and himself) while looking at your sleeping form. That it takes every bit of his willpower to not throw the pillows separating you from him to the floor to drape his body over yours, bury his face in your neck, slip his hand under your top and your panties... Eventually he closes his eyes and reminds himself that Óscar would happily replace the fireplace logs with him if you get caught. He wishes the two of you were back at his house, too.

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kiridarling · 3 years

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𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂!

izuku midoriya | tw!guns, single mom!reader, bouncer!izuku, domestic stuffs, tit sucking, mommy!calling ah, AND daddy!calling oh my, breeding kink, breaking the bed (futon). minors dni!

— 5.4k words

“When’s the last time someone touched you like this, hmm?”

The alley is dark.

There's a disconcerting feeling as you step deeper into the quiet darkness,

You turn to look at the door you entered this dank place from, but it's just as dark and grimy as the walls. You're almost positive that if you rested a hand against them, it would return pitch black, and if you stood in one spot for more than five minutes, the sticky booze would glue your heels to the floor. You're surprised when it doesn't.

"Hand over your wallet and no one gets hurt, pretty lady."

He's a smarmy looking bastard and as thin as they come. It’s clear this isn’t something he does on the regular, the pointed gun quivering so much you worry a trembling might slip and pull the trigger. And you fucking freeze, blood running below zero and heart plummeting because why you?

And fuck, you’ve got a kid at home with a babysitter, and there are many outcomes to this situation, none of them too cute.

"I said hand it over," he grunts, pressing forwards. Your back hits the grimy brick wall as your eyes dart to the mouth of the alley, where life continues, where cars race past, but no one sees a damn thing. Fuck. Fuck.

And it's not like you have much—hell, you may be a mother, but you know how to party. You squeeze your eyes shut, grip tightening around your purse as you clumsily fumble through it and the man steps closer. You toss all you have to his feet. A fucking twenty. He raises an eyebrow before eyeing your watch. He lets out an unimpressed snort.

"That it?"

You nod, taking a shaky step back.

"Well, that ain't fuckin' enough."

There's a click and you're positive it's him turning off the safety. His face twists like he's about to shoot a bullseye, and you squeeze your eyes as tight as they can go.

Until the looming shadow of the stranger disappears, followed by a sound that's distinctly skin on skin. Er—skin on bone.

You don't watch the fight. Frankly, you don't want to, and you still get to hear your protector spew a litany of curses and disrespectful phrases that should really only come from someone's mother. You don't even open your eyes, still screwed shut with a vice grip around your purse and wallet.

"Um, excuse me Miss? Are you alright?"

Your protector's eyes are much bigger than you expect them to be—and green. You realize you remember seeing those eyes, hardened from across the club.

He's hesitant to touch you, hands rising and falling and rising again. Though you suppose a hug seems like it'd be a little abrasive, it also sounds like the exact kind of thing you need right now.

"U-Um, yeah I'm..." you start, before noticing your attackers body bloodied and wrapped like a pretzel on the ground. "...Fine..."

He sounds like he's going to pass out—he doesn't.

"We should um, we should get you home," As he speaks, the greenette shuffles you out of the alley and into the streetlamp light, blinking himself out of something before holding a meaty hand out of formality. "I'm Izuku by the way. Izuku Midoriya."

For such a big guy, Izuku seems rather timid, and yet, seeing him at the entrance with crossed arms in a black tee and a scowl in the club doesn't give you much insight into his personality. Which makes you wonder why he became the club's bouncer in the first place.

"Um, nice to meet you," you nod, trying to suppress the shake in your hands as you take his. "Y/N."

Izuku smiles at that, and even though you're a regular, you've never actually seen him beam on the job. "Cool! Cool, so...um, I don't really feel comfortable letting you walk home...alone..."

You nod—he panics as if you aren't already on board.

"'Cause it's like, a conscience thing, you know? Like, I really won't be able to sleep tonight otherwise," Izuku defends, shoving a clumsy hand in his green curls. "B-But if you don't feel comfortable with it, or something, that's totally fine! I know what you just experienced was horrible, and you probably do—"

"Izuku."

"Yeah?" He perks up. It seems as if the circuit his mind runs finally comes to a stop.

"I'd...feel more comfortable if you walked me home. Too."

Your innards ache at the stiffness in both your voice and figure, but Izuku doesn't seem to notice. Instead, he beams, standing ten feet taller, and you think—yeah. You'd feel much safer if he did.

"O-Okay! Cool!" He confirms a bit stiff himself, and then, in a smoother motion, holds his hand out to take. "Shall we?"

Your red palm claps over his, and you snort quietly, "We shall."

You two walk in a surprisingly comfortable silence for the beginning of the walk—you lead the way and he silently trails behind, glaring daggers at any passerby with lingering eyes as you march on, unknowing.

"So um, do you come to Club 777 often?"

Which is a question you know he knows the answer to, completely aware you almost come every Saturday. But you smile at his attempt to start a conversation anyways, hands tucking underneath your armpits in search of warmth.

"Yeah, sometimes. Just trying to get out and stuff. Y'know, away from the kid."

"I get that," he nods with a smile, before tugging at the hem of his hoodie. "Oh! Are you cold? Here—wait, let me."

He shucks it over your head and your positive it messes up your hair. But you find that you don't care much, especially in favor of the warmth that it provides.

And then, "You have a kid?"

"Yep," you say, tucking your fists into the jacket pockets. "A big two-year-old potato waits for me back home."

"Oh," Izuku chortles at your description before tucking his hands into his jean pockets too. Licking his lips, his eyes dart to the street, "I...assume your boyfriend watches him for the night? Or husband or whoever."

"Uhm, not quite," you chuckle towards your feet, though it's a touch acrid. Izuku picks up on it immediately.

"Oh I'm so sorr—I didn't kno—"

"It's fine, Izuku really—"

"I—but I shouldn't even be assuming what if you had a wife or girlfriend or—" he takes a second to gasp, and your eyes widen in fear that he'll choke, "—or if they're nonbinary or—"

"Izuku," you knock him on the shoulder and he finally shuts up. "It's fine. I get it all the time."

He falters, but at least he seems to relax. "Really?"

"Yes," you giggle behind a hand, and the greenette smiles at it.

"O-Okay, cool."

Flecks of gold swim in Izuku's green irises and you find yourself noticing them now, suppressing the urge to advance closer for a better look. You stare long enough to watch his smile relax into a comfortable line, but you snap out of it once he kicks a rock, the sound of the gravel skittering across the floor tugging you out of your reverie.

"I'm not very good with kids, y'know," he says as an afterthought. You snort.

"Really?"

"Yeah, I mean," he scratches the back of his neck sheepishly. "Like what am I supposed to feed it? French fries?"

"Toddlers aren't it's, Izu." You can't tell if he flushes from the nickname or from what you said, but either way, it's enough to prompt another laugh. "And maybe start with baby food?"

"Ah," Izuku nods, and you guide him in turning a corner. "That would make sense.

"It would."

By the time you stop in front of your red front door, it's almost three am. You figure you caught Izuku right after he got off work, if the cheesy All Might sweatshirt you're wearing is any evidence of that, but either way, he looks like he's about to fall flat on his face.

"You can stay for the night, if you want," you offer, albeit meekly, and Izuku lifts two hands with insistence.

"Oh! No no no please, I'm fine," he shakes his head so quickly his curls bounce in a flurry, and you genuinely worry he's going to pass out when he tries to blink himself awake. "Just...not used to staying up this late is all."

"Then stay," you offer with a shrug, and your orange porch light flickers. "It's the least I can do. I've got a bed and a futon, and I'm fine with sleeping on either."

"I..." Izuku's green eyes flicker towards your door before back to you, "I really shouldn't. I'm a stranger an—"

"And I'm offering."

Izuku's eyebrows fold with the dilemma, but you grab his hand with a tug and a smile, while your free one shoves the keys into the door. "C'mon. Let's get you some rest, yeah?"

You can't tell if Izuku blushes or if it's just the lighting, but either way, his chest inflates in protest before deflating in resignation.

"Okay."

With a smile, you turn the doorknob. Your door has always taken some shoulder to get open, so you don't hesitate in shoving your collarbone into the hardwood. Izuku cringes at the sight.

"Mama!"

Your hit in the legs first, nearly stumbling back with a quiet oof. You look down to see Max wrapped around your legs like you're a fucking jungle gym, grinning with two missing teeth and a bandaid over his nose.

It's three am.

"I'm done," your babysitter grunts. "He doesn't listen when I tell him to bathe, eat, anything—I fucking quit."

And with that, they slam the door behind them, house rattling under the pressure. You sigh. There goes another one. Fuck.

"Well that wasn't very nice," Izuku grumbles under his breath disapprovingly. You smile at the arms crossed over his chest until Max peeks around your legs to see...

"A new daddy?"

"I—no, baby," you fight the embarrassment (and the urge to say you fucking wish) by picking the little one up by his armpits, smiling when he thrusts his hands in the air and goes weee! After he's comfortably cradled in your arms, you say, "He's just staying the night."

"Like daddy did!" Max defends with a giggle before rushing the greenette with open arms. Izuku just looks at you with a shrug before kneeling to take a hug to the chest as Max chants, "New daddy! New daddy!"

And, well. There's no stopping him now.

You peel your heels off your cramping feet and sigh at the fucking freedom, toes uncurling from the scrunched position it feels like they've been holding the entire night. You curse under your breath when you realize since Max is awake you've got to put him to bed too, and honestly, if you knew this babysitter was going to be just as useless as the others, you would've just let Max run fucking free while you lived life for a few hours. Not like that outcome would be any better.

"Alright Maxie, c'mon."

You take him away from his celebration with the greenette and though he pouts, he allows his mother to gather him in her arms.

"Do you um, need help?"

You turn to see Izuku awkwardly shifting in the doorway from the request, hands behind his back with pursed lips. You shake your head.

"Oh no, it's fine. I just have to put him down really quickly and then I'll be—"

"Mama, I'm hungry. I want chicken nuggies." Max loops his arms around your neck and tugs so hard you worry about your bones. You shake your head with a sigh and a pout.

"It's too late for you to be up, bud. You can have chicken nuggies for lunch tomorrow. Sound like a plan?"

But goodness. In this state, it'll take hours for him to relax—and you still have to unfold the futon for Izuku.

Max whines and kicks his legs but doesn't say no, meaning he's not really that hungry, he just wants to stay awake. "But—but what if new daddy's gone in the morning like the last one?"

Fuck.

"Max," you sigh, giving him a light shake so his matching eyes look into you yours. You speak a little softer, "Izuku's not your new daddy, okay? He's a houseguest."

Max's face drops. "Not eve—"

"No, Maxie," you sigh, squeezing him on the shoulder. "Now let's go to bed, okay?"

"I can—I can put him down if you'd like! So you can get into something more comfortable and stuff. I mean, I've never worn a dress but sweats are so much better, you know? Or shorts, or...whatever you wear to sleep."

You understand the many points he's trying to get across, one being that's he's not a creep, just a nice guy, and you suppose you and Max can live in your "new daddy" fantasy for a little longer. Even if you know this one will be gone by morning.

"Um, okay yeah," you say, voice a little thin, before handing your child over to the greenette—who bounces into his arms excitedly. "I'll be back, then? His room is down the hall to the right. The one with the race car bed."

Izuku's eyes narrow as he processes your directions. "Down the hall to the right—okay! I'll just go take this little guy to bed, then."

"Okay, thank you," you nearly bow, because Izuku just saved both of you so much time and he doesn't even understand how. "Oh! And good luck."

"Good...luck?"

"Yep!" You say with a wink and a pat on the back before scooping your heels and booking it back to your bedroom with a cackle. Time to get out of this dress. Fucking finally.

You realize that being alone is much more unsettling when you've had a gun held to your head today.

Every little noise just seems off, like it could belong to something more than it actually does, even the silence; you find yourself shoving your head through your t-shirt abnormally fast, eyes blinking to take a survey of the room to ensure that you're alone. You are. It's fine.

And that's what you tell yourself when you close your eyes to run a wet rag over your face, and again with the dry one. All of a sudden, you don't like the way your bathroom window faces the open backyard nor do you like how dark it is outside. You don't like how big your bed looks, and goddammit, you haven't even gotten into it yet.

Pushing all uneasy thoughts aside, you stumble out of your bedroom with a fresh face and a new outfit, stilling in Max's doorway when the greenette doesn't notice you. Resting against the frame with crossed arms, you smile.

"I do so like green eggs and ham! Thank you! Thank you, Sam-I-am. You know, when I was a kid I—oh, he's asleep."

Izuku tucks the snoring boy in his lap under the covers with a gentle grin, pulling them underneath his chin. The greenette takes a second, watches Max's chest rise and fall a few times, before ruffling the tuft of hair on his head with a snort, and walking away.

You don't even think Izuku sees you until he practically sashays out the door, winking, "Good luck, huh?"

To say you go red in the face from that is an understatement.

"How do you do this?"

"Do what?" You ask as you pulling the futon in your living room forwards. Izuku yawns before gesturing to the clock with a shake of his head.

"Take care of a kid, and work, and go to a bar every Saturday evening? It's four am, and something tells me you've been up for a while. I'm practically dead and I wake up at one pm every day!"

You chuckle at that, jumping on the bed with your hands and knees to ensure its lays flat...and ensure that it won't make an Izuku sandwich at seven in the morning. "You build up stamina after a while, I guess."

"No shit," he gestures to you as you utilize the entire length of your body to put the sheets on the mattress. He would help, but you told him no, insisting that he'd only make this take longer. "Are you sure you do—"

"Nope," you huff, clapping your hands together. "I'm done."

Izuku blinks at the made bed, to you, to the made bed again, and then back to you with wide eyes.

"Mommy magic."

"I—" you blink towards the ceiling to see if that even makes sense, but you figure fuck it, it's four am, with a snort. "Yeah, sure. Whatever you want to call it."

In reality, you feel like you're about to pass out.

"Um, so I don't really have pj pants and I don't think you'll have any that'll fit, so..."

"Yeah no, I definitely burned all the shit my ex left—"

"Aha okay, cool, um, so just boxers...are fine...?"

He looks down at his black jeans and back to you, raising an eyebrow. You toss a nonchalant shrug in return, and you hate to say it, but your inner school girl goes—dick outline.

"O-Okay, then," Izuku says, and you watch his hands curl around the waistband. "I'm just gonna—"

He shucks his pants so hard they hit the floor, and your eyes widen because...well...looks like he's just gonna do it then.

Until Izuku's hands rush to cover his crotch (which you weren't peeking at, you weren't) and you realize that maybe you should've stepped out of the room or something.

"U-Um—that was fast—"

"I thought—thought you were going to uhm, turn around," he flushes, a funny contrast to the way his muscles fold under that black shirt, and your feet move to turn around like he ordered you to do it.

"Sorry! So sorry," you try to apologize, but now his dick print is burned in your brain, and...it isn't that bad.

"It—It's fine! I'm in the bed now so, you can turn around."

You laugh awkwardly and scuffle to turn, as you do, and Izuku beams at you from the bed with a wave.

"Hi," he says, his lower half-tucked under the covers. You wave back.

"Hi."

Izuku's eyes dart to you living room tv before the come back to you. "So uhm, I guess this is goodnight?"

"Oh right," you perk up at that, hands rubbing the sides of your thighs like there's something on them. "Time to go to bed, right?"

"Uh, yeah!" He nods, chest shuddering before he says, "so uh, sweet dreams?"

You smile tight at the kind gesture, and your hands opt to pull at the hem of your shirt instead, eyes drifting to an old pile of records you haven't regarded in months. "Thanks! You...too?"

Izuku smiles, though his eyes drift, "Yeah..."

You beam back. You figure you should probably go now, or something, until you think of something and slam a fist into your palm. "Oh! Also, I meant to thank you for saving me. I'm not sure if I did that. Did I do that?"

The greenette shrugs, "Uh, I think so?"

"Okay! Okay. Cool," you nod, flashing a tight smile. "Mmk. Night Izuku."

"G'night."

And see, you would move—except it seems as if your feet are glued to the floor and won't move no matter how hard you try, to the point where it feels like your straining and they're going numb, and yet you're still staring at Izuku's pretty fucking face.

"C'mon," he chuckles, scooting over on the futon to make extra space for you. "If you take all day, the beds gonna get cold, and then I'm going to have to crawl into yours like a creep."

"Oh my fucking god," you snort one breath and move to flick off the lights before stumbling through the darkness for the futon. "You're so weird."

"Weird in a good way, I hope," he lifts the blanket and you slide under—and swear your knee grazes his before it's snatched away.

"There's no weird in a bad way," you say once you've settled comfortably, tucking your hands under your head as you lay on your stomach. Izuku mimics your position, though he takes up much more of the blanket, and you find that it drapes over you like a tent over his shoulders. Neither of you close your eyes, for some reason.

"Hi," Izuku whispers.

"Hi," you smile back.

"Okay," he huffs, face twisting in determination, "Now it's goodnight."

"Right," you nod, but your eyes don't close. "Goodnight. Of course."

"Don't let the bedbugs bite," he says with a chuckle, and you can't tell if his eyes flicker to your lips or if you imagine it. Either way, you look them just in case.

"I better not have bedbugs," you snort. "I clean this place like a motherfucker."

Izuku's nose twitches at that with a nod. Moonlight pours into your living room and colors his pale skin silver, though you figure it won't take the sun much longer to color it a strawberry pink. "You really do. It's...different when it's quiet."

"Yeah," you agree, placing your hands on his chest. It shudders under your palms. "Kinda personal, huh?"

"Mhm," he nods, and though his hands wrap around your wrists, they never pull them away. You lift an eyebrow.

"A bad personal?"

Izuku doesn't hesitate, breath nearly ghosting your lips as he says, "Hardly."

"Would you..." now it's your chests turn to shudder, and sliding a hand up to play with his ear, you bite the bullet. "Like to get more personal?"

Izuku's lips melt into a grin against yours, "I'd love to."

His lips are softer than you thought.

Maybe because you assumed all of him was a bumbling mess, including his chapstick application; but they're fucking pillow-soft, and you don't realize how deprived you are until his hold around your body turns from protective to sensual and you melt from his heat.

"Fuck," Izuku huffs between kisses, growling when your grip around his neck tightens. "Watching you from across the club for weeks can do a thing to a guy's patience, you know."

"Oh?" You snort as he presses enthusiastic open-mouthed kisses down the column of your neck, hot and wet, and painful once his teeth dig into your collarbone. "A-Ah, Izuku—no marks."

"O-Oh! Sorry," he pulls away, lips red and swollen, and shiny with spit. You smile at the reaction.

"'S okay, Baby," you giggle at the speed to which his muscles go lax, and his eyes droop to your chest when you scratch the back of his head.

"Can I—can I suck your tits?"

He asks so bashfully it's nearly innocent, and you find your eyes dropping to your chest along with his before you're ditching his All Might sweatshirt all together.

"God," Izuku's eyes flutter as he gathers your breasts in both palms, groaning at the sight. "They're fucking perfect."

You shudder as his thumb ghosts a nipple, and Izuku dips an experimental hand under your lacy bra and pinches. Hard.

Your thighs jolt and hands fist the sheets, and a moan comes from the back of your throat before you can stop it. Izuku's hand rocket to cover your mouth.

"Shh—you don't wanna wake him up, do you?"

You shake your head, but it's hard to keep quiet when your nipples are as sensitive as they are. Izuku doesn't seem like he really means that statement, though, lowering his head with a devilish grin as if he knows that for himself.

“Sensitive, Mommy?”

“O-Oh um,” you flush at the nickname, and even more so when his lips close around your nipple and suck. Tangling a hand in his hair, you sigh, “Yeah, a little.”

Izuku hums at that, eyes fluttering to watch you bite your bottom lip in a poor attempt to muffle a moan, hissing as his teeth dig into the hardened bud. He pulls off with a slurp and moves to the other, but not without a few kisses across your chest.

“When’s the last time someone touched you like this, hmm?” Izuku nearly growls out before biting into the opposite nipple, and you shudder as he dips a scarred hand down the waistband of your shorts and panties. He chuckles after sliding a finger through your slit. “So wet for me.”

“It—It’s been a second,” you sigh, grip tightening around his shoulders as he slides a finger in. Even Izuku has to bite a lip at your tightness in anticipation, mouth descending over your nipple once more to send frissons of fire up your spine.

“No shit,” he grunts around your nipple, curling his finger. You gasp. “Think I can fit another one in there?”

“Why don’t you try?” You giggle, but it dissipates into nothing but air as he does, his two fingers filling you up enough to elicit a sigh.

“How’s that?” He breathes, face hovering over yours. As your hands coil around his neck, his free one reaches for your inner thigh and pulls it back far enough to give him a better angle as he presses you into the mattress.

“Good, it’s good,” you nod, and your hips start to move on their own, bucking forwards as if there’s any more finger left for you to fuck. (Spoiler: there’s not.)

“Good,” he breathes, eyes going glossy as he watches you writhe under him. You're positive that you're carving painful red lines into his back, but considering the way his eyebrows fold every time you do, makes you wonder if he doesn't mind. "Fuck I can't wait to fuck you—I can fuck you, right?"

"No Izuku, I'm just letting you finger me for fu-u—fuck."

He slides in a third finger and for some reason, it burns a little—but the burn only makes your eyes roll further, and he's stuffing you with a chuckle.

"What was that?"

"I-I—you're not pla—playing very fair," you huff, chest shuddering as he tilts your hips higher for a better angle. You suppress a scream when his fingers curl, jolting forwards at such a speed it makes the futon creak. Izuku tightens his grip around your waist to keep you from going too far.

"No one said anything about being fair, Mommy," he teases, and you whine when he removes his fingers, tapping them against your lips. "C'mon, you gotta get 'em wet so I can fuck you, right?"

You nod at the idea, enjoying the idea of being filled up much more, and coat his fingers to the point where they're dripping when he pulls him out. Izuku's chest rumbles.

"So good for me," he purrs, using your spit to coat his cock before he's sliding his head between your folds—you shiver, grabbing onto his back again. "Ready?"

“Mhm,” you nod, spreading your legs further—though you swear they do that on their own.

“Oh my, you’re um...tight...”

You whimper from the stretch and look between your legs, eyes widening upon seeing that Izuku’s much bigger than you had anticipated. Or had been warned of.

“F-Fuck, I can’t—“

“Shhhh, it’s okay, just a little more, okay?” Izuku nearly whispers into your lips as his hands move to rub your shuddering sides. Your eyes screw shut, “Jus’ a little more, Mommy...”

Izuku pushes deeper and you’re being split in half—because what else could that burn be—but you’ll admit, the feeling of accomplishment you receive once he bottoms out is surreal.

“Good—Good girl,” Izuku’s nearly quivering and plants his hands on both sides of your head with a huff.

“I-Izu,” you whimper as he starts to move, feeling impossibly full no matter how far he pulls out. Izuku shudders, mouth rounding into an ‘o’ when his hips slowly start to gain rhythm, and though it’s loud, you know the creak of the futon is unavoidable. You squeal as his head hammers into your cervix, pulling out a wanton Daddy before you have half a mind to shut the fuck up. You nearly freeze, and yet, all Izuku’s hips do is speed up.

“Yeah? Want me to be your new Daddy?” He moans, and you dig your nails into his back with a nod. The greenette curses at that, biting his bottom lip and his hand drops between your legs to rub at your clit. With thighs seizing around his waist, you slam a hand over your mouth to keep yourself quiet.

“Fuck—I make you feel that good, Mommy?” Izuku nearly wheezes, eyes suppressing the urge to screw closed, “So good you can’t keep your pretty mouth shut?”

“Y-Yeah, I—“ you gasp when he lifts your hips off the bed for a better angle, hands fisting the sheets. “Harder, Daddy—“

“Oh Mommy, if I go any harder I think I might break this bed,” he says, borderline bashful, but you find yourself saying fuck the bed as your hips buck in search of a feeling he refuses to give you. Izuku’s chuckle strains as he says, “So needy, Mommy. You that needy for my cum?”

Clawing at his back, you try your damnest to stutter out a yes. Izuku chuckles at your desperation before he cuts himself off with a groan, eyes rocketing to where you’re both connected as you tighten around him.

“F-Fill me up, I wanna—“

“You want another baby, Mommy?” Izuku pants, and you’re so close you start to feel a buzz in your thighs, praying he isn’t too far behind. You nod vehemently with a gasp and his lips slide into an exhausted smile, "Fuck, of course you do—and you’re gonna take me so well, aren’t you? All of it.”

Izuku finishes his sentence with a growl, pressing you further into the mattress—it squeaks like a squeaky wheel, and when it thunks a level lower both of you yelp, the back of the futon thumping on your hardwood floor with each thrust.

“Told ya,” Izuku wheezes, eyes scrunching in a chuckle. You return it.

“It—It’s old anyway,” you reply, but your eyebrows fold as quickly as they unfold from the crash. The creaking futon increases in pitch as his hips pick up the pace, “Fuck—fuck Izuku I’m gonna cum.”

“What’s my name?” The greenette challenges, and you find yourself shivering at the dominance he exudes. The finger on your clit disappears and you whine, knowing damn well you can’t cum without it.

“Daddy—Daddy please—“

“Good—fuck, so good for me,” his hand returns to your clit and you sigh at the feeling. As the coil in your gut threatens to snap, his hips speed up, and Izuku pants, “We’re gonna cum together, yeah? Cum with me Mommy, c’mon—“

“Fuck!” You drag red lines down Izuku’s back as you quake under the weight of your orgasm, broken bed whining as Izuku thrusts all his weight into you. Digging his teeth into your shoulder, the greenette cums with a broken moan, hips stuttering into yours for the final time that night.

The room fills with a comfortable silence, minus the panting, and Izuku rolls onto the mattress next to you with a bounce. It creaks, whines, and then drops again, catching both you and the greenette by surprise. (Again.)

“I think—I think we broke it,” Izuku says towards the ceiling as he catches his breath. You giggle at that, hands laid across your sweaty stomach, and turn to him with your head in the pillow.

“Gives me an excuse to buy a new one,” you say with a shrug. Izuku chuckles back.

“I guess,” he teeters his head to both sides. “I can...also pitch in, if you want. Since I broke the thing. Technically.”

His offer sounds apprehensive as if he’s encroaching in your space, as if he hasn’t been all up in your space less than a minute ago. You smile. “I’d like that a lot, actually. Thanks.”

"And um, breakfast? I mean," he snorts, though it seems rather defensive, and his eyes rocket to the ticking clock on your wall. Your eyes follow: five am. "I mean—fuck um, I feel like this might be weird but I think you're cool? Um, yeah, so breakfast, I can make it if you want because you're so busy being motherly and stuff and plus, it's Sunday but again, if you don't wan—"

"Izuku," you giggle, wrapping your arms around his gut with a little squeeze. "Breakfast sounds nice."

The greenette beams and his chest stutters. "O-Okay cool! Cool, cool. Breakfast then?"

You snort, driving your palm into his face to shut him the fuck up. "Goodnight, Izuku."

Izuku giggles, getting the message, and coils his arms around your shoulders to provide a comfort you haven't felt in a very, very long time.

"G'night Mommy."

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Welcome Home - Bakugou Katsuki

Katsuki’s back from a mission, hardly through the door and already acting strange. it’d be a lot easier to figure out if he wasn’t so- well, himself.

—/—

Bakugou likes to pretend. Pretend that he’s tough, that he’s mean, that he’s prickly all the way through. And he might be, to others, but you’re not exactly others to him.

He loves you, and for Katsuki, love has always been something that weakens him. He needs it, you think, because he’s plenty strong already. So maybe it’s a good thing he goes so molten soft for you.

You think he’s softest now- when he’s just come back from a mission away, freshly showered and ready for sleep. He’ll creep up behind you, catching your around your middle. Searching fingers find the dip of your waist, settling there as he pulls you back against his chest. Katsuki doesn’t even really greet you, but that’s okay- he’ll place a feather-light kiss under your jaw and it’s always more than enough.

“Food’s almost ready.” You say lightly, leaning back against him. “Should be just a few more minutes, yeah?”

“No.”

“No- what? Aren’t you hungry?”

“No. Tired.”

“Okay.” You nod, turning in his arms. You’ve got your hands against his chest, and Bakugou pulls you forward even more, away from the hot stove behind you. “You should probably eat before you sleep though. Get your strength back, you know?”

“No. Ate earlier, ‘m fine.”

“You sure?”

“Yes.” He grumbles, very obviously annoyed. “I’m fuckin’ sure.”

You recoil a bit at his tone- but Katsuki doesn’t let you get very far. He keeps you trapped against his chest, one hand leaving your waist to turn the oven off. Whatever’s up with him clearly has him upset- you can see it in the crease of his eyebrow, the way his nostrils flare like a bull.

His moods are always unpredictable, but this behavior is even more so. Usually he’s pretty tame when he gets back home from a mission, he never really snaps. Not like he is now.

You try to give him some space, but he seems bothered by that too. Bakugou turns you back around, crowding you against the cooling stove. He’s all heavy weight and heat, solid against your shoulders and refusing to move. He drops his forehead into your skin, nuzzling at the junction where your shoulder meets your neck.

“Are you alright?” You ask hesitantly, raising a hand up to card through his hair. Bakugou melts into you at that, and it only worries you more. “Everything go okay?”

“Mhm.”

He’s noncommittal, voice hardly more than a grumble. You feel his eyes flutter against your skin, and he pulls you even further into him. Your practically draped in this hulking, mass of a man, breathing in the very air that leaves his mouth.

“Really that tired, huh?” You try again, scratching idly at his scalp. “I’ll finish the food, and wrap it up. Don’t worry about it, you can just go to bed.”

“No. Leave it.”

“I’m not just gonna leave it. It’ll get all gross sitting out overnight.”

“Jesus fuck,” He huffs once more, and you don’t have to see it to know he’s rolling his eyes. “I said fuckin’ leave it. So fuckin’ leave it!”

Your eyes widen- because you know he did not just speak to you that way.

Bakugou must regret it too, because then he’s hugging you tighter, ghosting his hands up and down your sides. “Didn’t mean it.” He says. “I’m just tired. Shouldn’t have snapped. Leave the food, I’ll clean it up later.”

You’re still a little annoyed, but you’re long past picking fights over his tone. He was just surly- and you still loved him in spite of it.

“Yeah- okay. It’s fine.” You agree. “You wanna take a nap then?”

He nods against your skin, but doesn’t really move. If anything he gathers you closer, hanging his head over your shoulder.

“Don’t sleep here.” You giggle, dropping a kiss to his hairline. “C’mon- I’ve gotta go clean up a bit first, and then we’ll go get in bed.”

“‘m already clean.”

“I didn’t say you. I said me. I’ve gotta get clean.”

He nuzzles his head in the crook of your neck, dragging his nose against the soft skin. “Smell fine to me.” He says.

“I didn’t- did you just sniff me?”

He just shrugs, and you can feel it against your back.

“Jesus, what’d they do to you, huh? Tired you out so much that you became a different person?” You laugh, turning in his arms. Bakugou lets you, settling his hands on the small of your back. “You’re never this soft.”

He seizes, squeezing your sides. “Shut up.”

“I legally can’t.”

“You can, and you fuckin’ should.”

“Hey- play nice or you’re going to bed by yourself.”

Bakugou doesn’t seem all too pleased by your joke, his strong arms tightening around you. When you look up at him, he’s glowering, jaw set and eyes squinted.

“Calm down, grumpy.” You smile fondly, patting his chest. “I wouldn’t do that to you. Well- not right now, anyways. I missed you too much.”

You hardly see his face go red before he’s hunching over, hiding in your neck. You can feel the heat rising in his cheeks, but you don’t comment. Bakugou already knows he’s done for just as much as you do.

“Wanted to come home.” He says. “Couldn’t sleep.”

“Shoulda picked a different job then. Hero.”

He scoffs. “World would go to shit without me.”

“Yeah- it would, wouldn’t it?”

You feel his smile against your neck. Another second passes and then you’re gently pushing him off, brushing past to start towards the bedroom. Katsuki follows you, like a shadow, the entire way- hardly even a breath of space between you. Even when you start into the bathroom, grabbing at your face wash, he’s there too. He leans against the counter, holding a towel.

“So helpful.” You tease, turning on the sink. “Maybe you should go away more often.”

“‘m always helpful.”

“Mhm. Sure you are.”

You start your routine, working through the steps, and he just watches. Usually he’s in bed at this point, but for whatever reason, tonight Katsuki is choosing to stay instead. He stays and he stands- rooted in place just a few inches away, red eyes watching you intently through the mirror. Whatever had him so bent out of shape earlier apparently still has him arrested. If you didn’t know any better you’d even say that he was being clingy.

You motion for the towel, and Bakugou just does this funny little half-smirk. He pushes off the counter, nearing, standing just behind you and- he drops the towel. Over your head.

“Jerk.” You fuss, swiping the towel away. “I knew you were suspicious! Standing there- being suspiciously calm!”

He smiles, eyes crinkling in the corners. “Calm down, you baby. ‘s a towel. Not like I dropped a fuckin’ building on your head.”

“No, but you would.”

Bakugou shrugs.

“No! No! Get out. Get out of my bathroom right now.” You playfully scold, glaring at him through the mirror. He’s standing behind you now, just inches away. “And to think I told you I missed you. I take it back. I totally take it back.”

“No you don’t.”

“I do!”

“You don’t.” He says confidently, arms wrapping around your waist. “Already said it, dumbass. Can’t take that shit back now.”

“You are an ass, you know that?”

“Mhm.”

“No- you’re not supposed to agree!” You laugh, lightly elbowing him away. “Now, c’mon, let me go. Gotta brush my teeth still.”

“So brush them. Dunno why the hell you’re makin’ it my fuckin’ problem.”

“I’m making it your problem because you’re the one hanging off me like an overgrown toddler.”

Bakugou rolls his eyes, stepping back for a moment. He reaches for your toothpaste and toothbrush, one hand leaving your hip while the other stays.

“Here.” He says. “Everthing you need. Stop fuckin’ complaining and brush your damn teeth already.”

You catch his gaze in the mirror, but Bakugou really doesn’t seem to be relenting. He stands his ground, hardly an inch of space between his chest and your back. He looked ridiculous- you wondered just what the hell was wrong with him that night.

“Fine- have it your way.” You relent, turning on the sink once more. “But only because it’s been two weeks since you were last here to pull this shit. Not happening again, got it?”

He just smirks. Bakugou know’s he’s won. He always does.

You brush your teeth, and he hardly moves. He stands with his arms wrapped around you, holds your hair back when you lean down to rinse around your mouth. It’s almost nice- until he’s flicking water at you.

“Are you- are you being serious right now?” You glare at him. “I thought you were tired.”

“Yeah. I am.“ He starts, a slow smirk spreading across his face. It’s a look you knows means trouble of the exceedingly childish variety. “Tired of your shit.”

“Bakugou Katsuki! What the hell has gotten into you?”

He rolls his eyes, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. He tightens his arms around your waist, averting his eyes. “Haven’t been around.” Bakugou says. “Had to save all this energy up. Couldn’t resist- ‘s not my fault.”

“Is that- are you trying to tell me that you missed me?”

“Is that what I fuckin’ said?”

“Well, no, not in those exact words. But don’t worry, I get what you mean. And it’s a little cute.” Then you spin in his arms, leaning back against the counter. You bring a hand up, flicking his forehead before he can dodge. “But try that water shit with me again, and I promise you’ll leave this bathroom drenched.”

“You makin’ threats now? Hah?”

“Absolutely. Think I got a little bolder while you were gone. Shouldn’t have left me alone for so long!”

Your joke doesn’t seem to land- at least not the way you want it to. His eyes squint, just a bit, just minutely, but you see it. Then he’s shaking his head, dropping his hands to the counter to cage you in against him.

“Didn’t- I wouldn’t-” He starts, before swearing under his breath. Bakugou takes a deep breath. “I don’t like bein’ gone all the time. Wouldn’t if I didn’t fuckin’ have to. If there was another way I’d-”

“I know. I know you would.” You place a hand on his chest, and he just looks thankful that you’ve been merciful. That you don’t make him say the words. “I was just joking. I’d never hold that against you, you know. It doesn’t matter to me that you have to go, just that you always come back to me.”

He just breathes deep, trying his best to meet your eyes. Bakugou never really was good at eye contact, always trying his best to hide from what he feels. You try your best not to let him though- you don’t want to leave him with any doubt about where he stood with you. Where he’d always stand with you, if you had anything to say about it.

Katsuki pats your head then, ruffling your hair while he bites his knuckle. He’s embarrassed, awfully so, but he’s trying his best yet again. “Don’t- you can’t just say shit like that.” He grumbles, but then he’s turning around, pulling you gently by the arm towards the bedroom. “I’ll always come back. You really think I’d let any of those idiot villains kill me?”

“Nope. Not a chance. You’d strike ‘em dead.”

“That’s my girl.” He smirks. “Course I would.”

He waits patiently while you change into comfier shorts, throwing one of his own sweatshirts toward you when he sees you start for the closet. You think it’s always a little cute- the way Bakugou, no matter how much he denies it, definitely has a thing for you wearing his clothes. Not that you’re complaining much, though.

When you finally slip under the covers, he is not far behind. You’re about to ask him what he wants, but he makes it very clear- by choosing to lie directly on top of you.

“You know,” You laugh a little, pressing a kiss to the shell of his ear. “It’s almost like you actually did miss me. You’re being awfully clingy tonight.”

“No- that’s stupid. Stop being dumb- that’s- don’t say that shit to me again.” He mumbles, digging his face further into your collarbone. You can feel his lips against your skin- the way his cheeks are puffed into a pout. “That word is fuckin’ banned.”

“You can’t ban a word.”

“The hell do you think you’re talkin’ to? ‘Course I can.”

“You really cant.”

“I can. Shut up.”

You only laugh a little bit, trying not to squeak when he hugs you tighter. Your sides have always been ticklish, and Bakugou knows this- as it is now, he’s tapping his fingers just under your ribs. Like he’s daring you to keep defying him. Knowing him, he probably is.

Bakugou grunts, grabbing at one of your hands. He catches you around your wrist, dropping your hand into his hair. You both know what he wants but you can’t help yourself from teasing him again.

“See?” You laugh, but start dragging your nails against his scalp anyways. “You’re just proving my point. You’re clingy.”

“I’m not.”

“So, what, you just wouldn’t care if I got up right now?”

“Nope. Get up. Leave. Now.”

You shake your head, but you decide to play anyways. You always do when it comes to him.

He’s got you trapped under him, a solid weight against your torso. Still, you try your best to wriggle out, pressing against his chest with all your might. But, solid muscle doesn’t exactly budge easy and you’re going nowhere fast.

“Let me up!” You laugh, pressing against his chest once more. “I thought you said you didn’t care!”

“I don’t. Idiot.”

“Mhm, then why are you keeping me trapped here, huh?”

“‘m not.” He smirks, hands falling back to your waist. Bakugou presses his thumbs into your sides, smirking when you start to squirm. “Not my fault you’re too weak to get up.”

“You’re a dick, you know that?”

“Nah- you love me.”

You can’t help the incredulous laugh that spills from you then. He’s right- no matter how much your pride would like to say otherwise.

Bakugou seems to know he’s right too. You can see it in the curve of his smile, the way his eyes are two shades lighter than they normally are. Nobody would ever believe you, but when he’s like this, with you, you swear Bakugou could outshine the sun.

“Say it, dumbass.”

“Say what?” You laugh, scrunching your nose up playfully. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Yes you do. Stop playin’ dumb.”

“I’m not playing anything. I’ll say it if you say it.”

“The hell am I supposed to say?”

You just laugh, brushing the blonde hair back from his eyes. Bakugou blushes at the gesture, but he doesn’t push your hand away. If anything he pressed forward. Until you get the message once more, and start dragging your fingers through his hair.

“I’m not gonna say it. Dumbass.”

“I thought you didn’t know what you were supposed to say?”

“Shut the hell up.” He flusters, voice pinched and embarrassed. “I’m not- ‘m not sayin’ it, alright?”

“I know, I know, god forbid you admit that you actually missed me, right?”

“Exactly.”

“You’re not- don’t agree!” You laugh, lightly tugging on his hair in warning. “This is the part where you’re supposed to say how lonely you were, and how much you missed me, and how I’m such an important and vital part of your life.”

You finish with a dreamy sigh, playing up the theatrics for nothing other than you’re own enjoyment. All your met with is silence. Pure silence and then-

“Yeah fuckin’ right- ‘m not saying that stupid shit.”

You tug on his hair. For real this time. Not much, but just enough to get him to jump a little. Just enough so you could giggle, shushing him with your hands rubbing down his back.

“Fine, well I guess if you won’t say that either,” You start, smiling coyly. “Then I guess I definitely won’t tell you that I love you. Because you wouldn’t care- obviously.”

“No- that’s- that’s different. You can say that. I’m allowing you to. Why do you always gotta make everything so damn difficult, hah?”

“Because- nice boys get to hear nice things, and you’ve never been anything short of the devil incarnate-“

“Hey!”

“What, gonna tell me I’m wrong?” You smile fondly down at him. “Besides, I thought you were tired. No exhausted person I’ve ever known argues this much.”

“I’m tired- not falling asleep. There’s a fuckin’ difference. I just wanted to lay down.”

His face is red, but you hardly even get to see if before Katsuki is hiding once more. Still, even if the execution was lacking, the sentiment still makes you love him all over again.

“And you are wrong.” He starts again. “‘m nice to you all the time!”

“Yeah. When I force you to be.”

“That’s- you’re not right.”

“I am. Say one nice thing to me. Right now, c’mon. Prove me wrong.”

You’re egging his on now, challenge dripping from your voice. It’s the sort of badgering that always works with him, and it seems to be working now too. He sits up, hovering above you and braced on his elbows.

“Fine. I-” He struggles for a moment, face going a violent shade of red. “I-I missed you. Happy?”

Truthfully, it does make you happy. Happier than anything else, but you didn’t plan to let him off easy. Not this time. With Katsuki, there’s only so much mercy to go around.

“Oh- you missed me?” You tease. “The Bakugou Katsuki missed little old me? Fascinatin-“

He squeezes your sides, driving his thumbs into your hips until you’re squirming and giggling. “Shut up. Dumbass! This is why ‘m never nice to you!”

You want to respond, but his hands are at your sides, poking and prodding and tickling you into submission. It’s the worst kind of torture, one that feels entirely brutal, but then you look up at him. He doesn’t smile often- not as much as you always wished he would anyways, but he is now. Bakugou is grinning like mad, all sharp teeth and loud laughter. Eventually he stops, letting you catch you breath, but he’s still smiling. You’d love to say something, but you don’t. You know he’d wipe the smile right off his face if you did.

“Fine fine, I’ll- I’ll be quiet now. You win.” You say, a hand on your chest as you catch your breath. “I do have just a few last things to say though.”

“Jesus christ. What now?”

“I love you.” You smile. “And I missed you. And I’m so glad you’re home.”

He smiles changes then, from wide and unrelenting to something tiny and tight lipped. You think you’ve made a mistake, but then his eyes crinkle up. His eyes crinkle up and his cheeks pink, and you think he’s so beautiful then that it hurts.

Bakugou Katsuki is rough and tumble, but when you melt him down, he really is softer than anything.

--/---

n e wayz,,, soft katsu n shit-head katsu are best katsu,,, i said what i said

alsoooooo lmaooo i took a break but im back now!!!

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ptergwen · 3 years

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love is more than a word

w/c: a very ouch 3.6k

warnings: so so so much angst and an unhealthy (ish) relationship

summary: after nearly four years together, peter has stopped trying

a/n: listen y’all i don’t know what came over me when i made this but i think it’s the saddest thing i’ve ever written? uh try to enjoy tho

you never thought this would happen, but you’re getting tired of peter. it isn’t your fault. that cliche it’s not you, it’s me line doesn’t apply here.

at first, you actually did find yourself believing the it’s me part. you’d came to the conclusion that you expect too much from peter. he goes to class, he works, patrols, sometimes parties, takes you out when he can. he’s got a lot going on for a full time college student, which is a busy life to lead on its own.

it’s why you don’t complain when he wants to spend the night in and order a pizza instead of cooking together like you’ve been wanting to try. it’s why every time your friends ask you two to hang, you have to reluctantly explain that peter is passed out at eight o’clock on a saturday.

there’s a lazy “wanna make out?” some nights, if peter isn’t yawning when he steps through the front door. even that has lost its enjoyment. kissing peter doesn’t give you the rush it used to, the taste of his strawberry chapstick not flooding your senses and intoxicating you. it’s become predictable. comfortable. boring.

peter is boring.

you’ve slipped into unspoken routine. say your hello’s, work on separate assignments in different rooms. peter eventually yells something like “babe, you hungry yet?” across the apartment, his passive way of asking you to make dinner. you usually order takeout because why make an effort if he doesn’t?

you might watch one of the ten movies peter has liked since before the start of your relationship. he’ll usually fall asleep during it. no surprise there. his overpacked schedule exhausts him, which you’ve talked to him about spreading himself too thin. peter is too nice and can’t say no, so this is where it leaves him.

the main reason you’ve stayed with him is that he can’t take care of himself. he’s clueless about paying the bills, sorting his laundry, simply remembering to drink water. peter wouldn’t be able to go a week without you. he even says it himself.

“crap, i totally forgot about these,” when you picked up his special ordered textbooks from your school library. “can food go in the garbage disposal?” a rare time you didn’t wash the dishes. “thank you, y/n/n. you’re literally a lifesaver,” whenever you do a task for him that someone in their 20s shouldn’t need assistance with.

you didn’t used to mind much. he watches over the city every night. you felt you should return the favor. spider-man could use some help, too. after the almost four years you’ve been together, peter has become completely dependent on you. it only got worse when you moved in together your junior year. you’re concerned how he’ll manage later in his adult life.

you’d think he’d be a little more passionate about your relationship considering how much he needs you. you know peter still loves you, of course he does. that’s not what the problem is. he’s become content with the mutual feeling, so he doesn’t try anymore. he expects the spark to keep itself lit.

no more random joke of the day texts that he used to send you. he stopped surprising you with your coffee order in the morning, the one that he memorized the first time you two went to a starbucks. what you initially found most endearing about peter was that he remembered every little thing you told him.

he put whatever energy he had into showing you that he listened. he’d do it all with rosy cheeks and that toothy smile of his. it seems now like he’s under the impression that being in a long term relationship means none of that matters anymore. there’s no need to impress you, keep you guessing, make you feel special.

tonight is your breaking point. as you go over all of this in your head while peter lays peacefully next to you, you can’t take it. you’ve been making so many excuses for him. you lie to yourself. you’re desperate to believe this is okay and normal and you can work this out, and you can love whatever version of him this is.

but, you can’t. you can’t do it. you need to tell him now because if you sleep on this, you’ll end up feeling bad and be stuck under these suffocating blankets forever.

“peter?” you whisper his name, your back turned to him in bed. you haven’t cuddled each other to sleep in a while. his arms don’t make you feel held now, they make you feel trapped. you’ve been forcing yourself to ignore his look of hurt when you reject his open embrace.

“peter?” you speak louder after a moment of silence, except for his occasional snores. a loud one escapes him before they stop altogether. his eyes stay shut as he mumbles out a, “uh... huh?” your heart is thudding through your entire body. you take a breath in from your nose. “i wanna break up.”

the breath you let out next is one of relief, those three words that have been scratching your throat for months finally out. peter slowly turns his head over his shoulder. he blinks rapidly at your motionless figure. you’re still not facing him.

“what?” is all he says. his voice is surprisingly steady, the confession not yet registering with his sleepy mind. his eyes are burning into you. “i wanna break up,” you repeat and squish your face further into your pillow. peter suddenly sits up, flicking on the lamp on his side. he tries to sling an arm around you. you move further away until you’re at the edge of the bed.

“i’m serious, peter. everything we had, it’s gone.” your words cut through him harder than literal knives he’s been stabbed with. “i- i don’t understand. where is this coming from?” he rakes a hand through his mess of curls. you turn onto your back, looking up at peter. his eyes are fixed on your lower half.

he’ll most definitely cry if he meets your eyes. he really doesn’t want to cry, not ever again when you won’t be here to make him feel better.

“it’s been coming,” you almost scoff at him as you prop yourself up against your pillows. peter’s teeth tug at his lower lip. “all we do is this.” you gesture to your bed, slapping your hand down at your side. “i get tired,” he speaks quietly, refusing to look at you. “i know you do, peter. i know, but you’d be a lot happier if you ever listened to me.”

your statement comes off as condescending to him. he works up the courage to look you in the face. “are you kidding? all you do is boss me around, and i take it. i’ve never once complained.” anger is coursing through his veins and voice. at the situation, that he’s about to lose the one stable part of his life. you’re getting pissed, too.

“that’s because you can’t do anything yourself!” you throw the blankets off you and swing your legs over the bed in one motion. peter hops out of bed entirely. “my whole life, i’ve been on my own half the time,” he spits as he comes over to stand in front of you. “sorry for taking you up on your offers to help.”

your peter would never spew that shit out. he wouldn’t guilt you for something he’s in the wrong about. this peter takes you for granted. he has no clue how fucked he’d be without you.

the first time you spoke to peter was on your way to history 227. you’d recognized him from your class, much more interested in the pretty boy taking notes with his tongue stuck out than whatever war your professor would lecture about.

he was carrying some books, a pencil case that didn’t fully zip, and a five subject notebook. you watched him do his balancing act through the halls until his legs started to wobble. a knowing smile on your face, you tapped his shoulder. it was a gentle one so you didn’t scare him and make all his things fall over.

“can i carry something for you?” you laughed out and pushed one of your backpack straps up on your shoulder. peter only stared at you, his doe eyes prompting you to reach for his pencil case. “uh, no, it’s fine. i got it. see?” he proved that to you by hiking everything up in his arms. he gave you a smile of his own.

“are you sure? we’re going to the same place,” you’d checked again and pointed at his impressive pile. “i’m not gonna steal your sharpies.” “really, i’m fine,” peter insisted with a heart clenching chuckle. “you can have one, if you want,” he offered and attempted to unzip his case, one handed. you put your hand over his to stop him.

“wait until we get to class,” you let go of him, leaving the tips of peter’s ears a shade of pink you’d later fall in love with. “i’ll sit with you.”

peter was once determined to do things on his own, to be self-sufficient. it used to be something he was proud of. now, he’s completely incapable of holding his independence.

“we’re done, peter.” your tone is short, you getting to your feet. “you’d probably forget how to fucking breathe without me, but call it bossing around, i guess,” you laugh bitterly and go over to your drawers. peter’s face falls as he grabs your wrist, stopping you when you pass by him. “where are you going?”

no answer. you pull yourself out of his grasp with your lips pressed into a stern line. peter follows you step by step over to the dresser. “wait, wait. don’t leave, baby. please,” he begs you, getting onto his knees beside you. you’re pulling random clothes out as quick as you can. a science t-shirt peter outgrew is in your hands.

peter used to give you all his old clothes. the signature smell of his cologne lingered no matter how many times you washed them. they kept you calm on nights he was out late patrolling or away on missions. peter would sport a smirk whenever you wore them out in public, pulling you closer to him and complimenting the look.

it started when he was packing for his first mission since you two had begun living together. he’d realized he became too buff to fit in some shirts. remembering how many times you’d giggle at their funny sayings, peter gave them to you. you threw one on and thanked him with a peck on the cheek. it became your tradition.

peter would set off for a new continent, but a piece of him would stay home with you.

the stretched out hoodies and ripped sweatpants just sit in your drawer now. another meaningful thing discontinued. whatever he doesn’t want goes to may for donations now. the memory of what they used to mean to you makes a fit of rage burst through you.

you slam down his ‘find x’ shirt in the space between his knees and yours. you’re on a mission of your own this time. you aren’t going anywhere until you get rid of all the stuff that went from him to you.

“y/n, don’t do this. i- i love you. i love you.” peter chokes out, tears filling his eyes. his vision is clouded while you toss more clothes to your side. “i love you, y/n/n,” he whimpers again, and this time you briskly push the drawer shut. the whole dresser shakes. this is the most emotion either of you have shown in the past few months of your relationship. it’s a little too late.

“love is more than a word, peter. you have to back it up with actions.” you’re doing your best not to cry. the memories of how loved peter made you feel play in your mind. he briefly wipes under his eyes and shakes his head. he’s so oblivious. “i thought i- i did.” “exactly, you did. you gave up at some point.” your voice gets weaker as a tear drips down your chin.

you didn’t plan on breaking down when you imagined this moment. part of you wishes you could give him another chance. most of you knows it wouldn’t do any good for you or peter. you’re not right for each other anymore. he outgrew some sweatshirts, you outgrew him.

that takes you all the way back to it’s not you, it’s me. it’s really both of you.

for the last time, you pull peter in for a hug. the two of you need this. he loops his arms around your back, keeping them loose around you as he tucks his face into the side of your neck. you’re a mix of tears and sharp breaths with your chin on his shoulder. you bring a hand up to the back of his head, grabbing a fistful of curls.

he sobs right into your ear, effectively destroying whatever composure you had left.

even though you’re not in love with peter, you haven’t stopped loving him. somewhere inside of him is the goofy boy who asked you out on a post-it during class. the kindhearted man who gave so much of himself to the world and saved enough for you. the one whose fingertips left goosebumps on your skin with every touch.

seeing him like this, having caused it feels like a dull pain rippling in every part of your body. you’ve been there to soothe him during countless breakdowns over the years. you managed to stay strong for all of them. this is the only exception. he lost people, felt down about life, made mistakes. you were there to pick up each piece and put them back together.

the one mistake peter made that you can’t fix is not loving you right. you became his rock, his anchor whenever he let grief and sadness rule over him. you’d get him back to himself. he could’ve at least bought you flowers once in a while, or done anything that showed his gratitude. every iteration of awful put together isn’t enough to describe how he feels.

“i’m so- i’m so fucking sorry, baby. i don’t deserve you. i never have,” peter murmurs as he cries, wetting your skin that his face is still pressed into. your fingers pull roughly at his hair. hot tears overflow from your own eyes. “i should’ve done more.” his voice cracks on the last word. “that’s all i wanted to hear, pete,” you breathe out and pull away from him.

“does that mean you’ll stay?” he croaks, arms still wound around your body. his eyes are hopeful when they lock with yours. a frown pulls at your lips. “only for tonight. i should... one of us should sleep on the couch.” “oh,” his voice is gravelly, so he clears his throat. “i’ll do it.” you’re not going to fight him on it for once.

peter removes his arms from your waist, you sitting back down on your thighs. you give him a blink and you’ll miss it smile because you can’t keep one for long. it’s to let him know you’re not mad. you were at the start of this conversation, then he took accountability. you also came to terms with the fact that the downfall of your relationship was a joined effort.

there are more factors than peter not giving you what he should have. time, different goals, new outlooks on life. you can’t hate only him because a whole bunch of things lead to this.

instead of a smile, since he physically can’t put one on his splotchy face, peter brushes the pad of his thumb over the corner of your lips. he gets up to leave the room, but you stop him with a “wait!” he freezes in front of you. you get out a hoodie from his pile of old clothes and stand up. “it’s cold.” you put it in his hands, earning a grin that he didn’t think was possible.

“thanks, y/n,” peter sighs and holds the hoodie against his chest. “goodnight. um,” this is the part where he’d usually say i love you. “sleep well, okay?” the replacement stings for both of you. you’ll have to learn to fall asleep without hearing that phrase first. as much as you didn’t feel it anymore, you’d become used to it. “you too, peter. night,” you say softly.

you head back to your bed while peter walks out the door. he glances at you once, and you’re already settling under the covers. he shuts the door behind him before finding his way to the couch.

your bed has always seemed too small. it’s gigantic without peter. you aren’t sure how you feel about that yet.

peter lays across the couch, the hood that doesn’t quite fit him pulled over his head. he’s only wearing it because you gave it to him. you doing that not even five minutes ago was how you backed up your love with actions. it’s so easy. silent tears spill from his eyes at the realization.

he wishes on every star that he could’ve figured out he wasn’t doing enough sooner. you’d be together right now, had he just caught on. there was a time he prided himself on knowing you fully and completely. how to turn you into the shy one with certain combinations of words, what your schedule was each week so he could plan his free time around it.

your relationship became something he thought would last unconditionally. if only he was able pinpoint the exact moment he went wrong.

you’re right in the other room. he can go in there and bawl, plead for you to take him back. how could he do that and claim to love you, though? you’ve made it clear you‘re over him.

the best way for peter to show you he loves you is by letting you live your life, without him in it.

you don’t see peter again for weeks. he moved back in with may, and you got to keep the apartment. you were the one who took all the care of it, anyway.

your semester ended at the perfect time because peter isn’t in any of your new classes. the city is too big to bump into each other. you’re free from the hold he had on you, which would’ve been four years long since yesterday. you’ve been good at picking up his broken pieces for too long, and now it’s time to pick up your own.

for all the hangouts you missed on his behalf, you made up for it. you called mj the day after your breakup and met for lunch. she never explicitly said it, but she took your side. peter had a feeling because when he had the same idea as you, to lean on his friends for support, she never reached out.

betty is indifferent, ned stays cordial with you. his real loyalty is to peter. you can’t blame him.

peter hasn’t been doing well since you broke up. he’s not eating enough, he can’t focus on work of any kind. you were right when you said he would forget how to breathe without you. he often wonders how you’ve been.

he finds out today.

you’re walking around campus, heading in the direction peter just came from. he has a class in the building your last one was. the two of you are on the same sidewalk, opposite sides. he almost doesn’t recognize you.

mj is on one side of you, a guy he’s never seen before with an arm around your shoulders. you’re all laughing about whatever dumb thing your professor said during the lecture. your hair, which is done in a new style, flows behind you in the spring breeze. a smile takes place on your glossy lips. the smile is directed towards that guy. your new boyfriend, peter assumes.

you look amazing, and not only physically. you seem happy with your small group of people. peter hadn’t been able to give you that happiness in years, so it’s nice to see you got it back somehow.

he must have stared too long because you notice him. you fall behind mj and your potential boyfriend, both of them wrapped up in discussing your next project. peter stops walking. you do the same. he’s not sure if he upset you, or what’s going on. his instincts tell him to apologize. his mouth stays closed.

that infectious smile of yours appears once again. you thought about peter yesterday, it being your anniversary and all. you’d only let yourself remember the good things. they outweighed the bad ones when you look back on everything.

“aye, grandma! get over here!” mj calls to you, your boyfriend nudging her side. “take your time, y/n/n. i’m not in a rush to write seven long ass pages.” you laugh to yourself at the two of them. peter fiddles with the zipper on his jacket. it’s from the drawer of things you used to wear. “one sec!” you yell back.

“hey,” you turn to face peter, who’s giving you a tight lipped smile. “how’ve you been?” “i’m okay. just, you know,” he shrugs and clasps his hands behind his back. there’s a short silence before peter says, “you seem good. really good.” he smiles for real this time. “yeah, i am. i hope you are, too,” you tell him and genuinely mean it.

you’d like to catch up soon, but it’s not right yet. you both need more time. “i’ll see you around?” you’re already starting to walk, backwards so you can see peter. “uh, sure. bye,” he gives you a quick wave and continues on his way.

you get back to mj and your boyfriend, his arm returning to your shoulders. they waited for you by the stoplight. “what’d ya get up to over there?” he teases, mj suspiciously watching your face for any tells. you carefully think through your answer with a grin. “love.”

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too good to you | ten (m)

title: too good to you pairing: ten x black reader, slight xiaojun x reader genre: smut, angst, fwb-2-lovers summary: being friends with benefits is fun until it’s not. because you’ve always loved him, and you can’t pretend anymore. word count: 5.4k warnings: ten and reader being messy bitches who live for drama, conflict/arguing, cursing, oral sex, face sitting, fingering, protected sex a/n: the sequel to just as friends. i have absolutely not felt like writing fic the last few weeks, but i figure i should post something soon so...why not this fic since y’all will not let me live about it lmao

the whole first part of this fic was inspired by That One Ten Fancam because i saw some stans saying he looked mad during it. yep. that’s literally it. also, that scene with xiaojun is pretty self-indulgent but you ain’t hear it here

song recs: bussit - ari lennox | too good - drake & rihanna | hit different - sza & ty dolla sign

➤ tennie🐱: can i come over ? ➤ tennie🐱: actually i’m already on the way so

➤ y/n: thanks for the advance notice 🙄🤕

The sudden message doesn’t give you much time to get ready, but you do what you can before he gets to your place. When he messages you like this, you know he’s upset and is looking for your special type of comfort.

When Ten shows up on your doorstep, he’s still wearing his makeup and hairstyling from earlier that day; you know they’d had a stage performing Kick Back. The only indicators of his restless mood are the slight twitch of his lips and the weary expression in his eyes, which you don’t even get a good look at before he has his mouth on yours and is backing you into your house.

You kiss him back for several moments until you have to separate yourself from him so you can actually close the front door, because his hand is already ascending up your shirt and you don’t need to give the neighbors an eyeful. “I don’t know why you didn’t take the makeup off, it’ll just get fucked up anyway.”

“Because it looks good on me,” Ten responds, like it’s too obvious for words.

You roll your eyes and giggle. “Hmm...well, you’re not wrong.”

The corner of his mouth lifts as he steps close to you again. “And look, you’ve even got my favorite shorts on...” His hands are firm on you as he gropes your ass, pulling your body towards his. “You wanted to be a good little baby for me, didn’t you?” Those words make your stomach pitch, and you think of how ridiculously easy it is for him to get you just as pliable as he wants.

“M-maybe.” Ten presses his lips to yours again and cups his hands under your thighs so he can carry you over to the kitchen counter. You protest lightly when he sets you down on it, though it’s difficult to form a full sentence when he’s got his tongue in your mouth. “Here? I make food here.”

“We’ve already fucked here, Y/N, don’t act so fussy about it.” There is truth to it; he’s bent you over this counter more than a couple times before.

“But that’s different,” you sigh, listening to the smacking of his lips as he kisses along your jaw and down your neck.

“I don’t feel like walking all the way to your bedroom.” He’s pushed your shirt up above your chest now, his mouth trailing up your sternum and between your breasts.

“You’re so lazy, it’s only a few feet away.” It gets a bit harder to focus on your words when he latches his mouth to one of your dusky nipples, suckling it and teasing it gently with his teeth.

“Lazy?” One of his hands dips past your shorts and underwear, his fingers nudging between your lower lips. The soft touch over your clit makes you shudder, and he keeps his fingers there, rubbing it in a maddening circle. “All I do to make you feel good, and you call me lazy…”

Ten’s fingers dive lower still, pressing against your entrance and gliding through all the slick that’s already gathered there, then pushing in deep. You grasp the back of his neck, your hand sliding into his gelled hair as he simultaneously focuses his attention on your breasts and your pussy.

The pads of his fingers rub that honeyed, pleasurable spot inside of you as soon as he finds it, making your legs weaken, and you’re glad you’re already sitting down. He makes sure the knuckles of his other fingers slip across your clit as he fingers you, heightening the stimulation, and this motion drives you a little further up the wall.

“Ten,” you sigh, leaning back slightly as he scissors his fingers inside you and sucks on your breasts. His tongue rolls around your nipple, sending heated tingles through your body and down your spine. His fingers keep hooking into that sweet spot, and it makes your stomach get warm and your walls grow wetter until you are dripping around him and onto the counter below you. You have a vague thought about how you’ll have to clean this up later, but you know he gets his thrills from getting you this wet, and you can tell by the stiff outline of his dick pressing against his sweatpants.

And just when you are inching closer to feeling that rope of tension snap within your body, your chest heaving against his eager mouth, his fingers slide entirely out and leave you feeling empty.

“Wait, don’t stop,” you cry out, reaching for him as he steps back from you. Your complaint goes unheeded as he reaches for your waistband and strips your shorts off, but not your underwear. He slips a thumb over the black fabric of your panties, dragging it momentarily over your clit before pulling away; he smirks at the stickiness covering the pad of his thumb even through that layer of clothing.

Then he shoves his sweatpants further down over his hips, freeing his reddened cock from his confines. You didn’t see him pull the condom out but it’s there now, and he rolls it hurriedly over his shaft.

“Not even gonna take your clothes off? Ah...you must be really upset today,” you remark absently. An abrupt moan punctuates the end of your sentence when Ten pulls your panties to the side and pushes into you, his other hand gripping your thigh.

“Mm, don’t wanna talk about it,” he replies, but it’s mostly spoken into the side of your neck as he buries his face there and leaves over a dozen open-mouthed kisses. His grip on your thigh tightens fractionally as he begins thrusting into you, dragging his hips away until his tip is just kissing your entrance, and then shoving back in like he’s trying to bury himself wholly within you. “Just wanna forget...god, you’re so tight…”

He ends up laying you across the counter, one hand supporting you by the back of the neck for leverage as he thrusts into you hard enough to make your body shift up the counter slightly. His thighs smack against your own as he fucks you, and it is all you can do to let him pull one of your legs over his shoulder and continue pushing into you like a man starved. Your mouth parts in a silent, overwhelmed moan, and you let him push his thumb past your lips, sucking around the tip of his digit like you often do to his dick.

“Y/N, Y/N—Fuck.” Ten’s voice is a lot less steady than you expected it to be, especially with how nonchalantly he was talking earlier, and you get the inkling that he is already close to cumming. His hold on your leg tightens and his head tilts back as he mindlessly thrusts into you, using your body to get himself off; his thumb stays hooked into your cheek, keeping your mouth parted so you end up drooling on yourself and his hand. The furrow between his brows, the wild strands of his hair in his face, and the way he sucks his bottom lip between his teeth is sexy, but not quite sexy enough to get you off, which you want him to do, with his fingers or dick or anything else.

His tip hits your spot every few thrusts, and this alone could be enough to get you off, just a little more—you focus your attention on that single delirious point of pleasure and the way his hips crash against yours—

The palpable tension that was coming off him earlier unspools itself quickly as Ten spills into the condom, his pace stopping as he holds himself deep in you but flexes his hips for that barest hint of friction. You still haven’t come yet, though, and you’re irritated about it, especially with how he barged into your place fiending for sex. But then he pulls out and disposes of the condom in one deft movement, then strips you out of your underwear before picking you up off the counter again. His hands never leave your ass as he carries you to the couch.

“Don’t worry, kitten. You know I always take good care of you. Don’t I?”

If you had it in you, you’d want to hate him for calling you by that pet name. It makes you delusional enough to think there could maybe be something more between you.

Ten had even taken to calling you kitten outside of the bedroom. It first happened in front of the WayV members, and you’d wanted to die of embarrassment from how everyone else gave either surprised or knowing looks. Despite the momentary panic of the situation, Ten found that his precious little name for you came way too easily off his tongue and kept on calling you that. And despite yourself, you did not tell him to stop—couldn’t even if you wanted to. It gave you something to cling to, no matter how slight.

“Don’t I?” he repeats, pushing his face into your neck to kiss your throat and feeling your pulse thump wildly against his mouth like a butterfly’s wings.

“You do, Ten,” you sigh. Then he plants a satisfied kiss on your lips in response, nipping at your bottom lip and sucking it between his own. His lip stain is almost completely rubbed off now, giving way to the natural pink of his mouth.

Ten pulls your body on top of his, tugging at your hips and coaxing you to move up more until your pussy is over his mouth. He looks up at you with eyes dark like charcoal, and just as hot.

He parts your lower lips with his fingers and dips his middle finger into you, creating a soft squelching sound from how wet you are. With his other hand kneading your hip, he pushes a couple digits into you to get them wet and pulls them out again to drag the wetness over your clit; he circles it lightly with only the very tips of his fingers, giving enough friction to keep you on edge but not enough to satisfy you. You take a deep breath, your hands moving restlessly against the couch arm, trying to be patient—and not just knock him on the head and tell him to eat you already.

Ten leans up and brings your pelvis down so he can lay wet kisses over your clit; he reintroduces his fingers and immediately goes looking for that bunch of nerves again, the button that will have you dripping down his chin. Then he shifts his hand from your hip to pull the hood of your clit back, exposing more of that sensitive nub, and he mouths at your clit so intensely that you have to focus on not clamping your legs around his head.

You’re already wound up from him fucking you earlier, and it does not take much longer to finally come, your inner muscles squeezing around his fingers as they stroke in and out of you. Your hands slip to his hair as he parts his mouth a little wider, like he’s trying to suck your entire pussy. You are not even embarrassed by the messy slurping sounds he’s creating—it feels good enough to push you over into another orgasm right on the heels of the first one.

“Woo, oh fuck, okay,” you choke out once he releases your swollen clit from the tight grip of his mouth. He takes his fingers out of you too and licks them clean of your cum.

Ten looks up from between your legs with his mouth messy with cum and his hair ruffled out of place, still looking very much insatiable even though he’s already fucked you once and eaten you out. You’re still holding onto his dark strands, and you slide one of your hands down further to thumb at the corner of his eye.

“Just like I said,” you murmur breathlessly, smudging some of the eyeliner that’s already running outside its lines. “You’re two seconds away from looking like a raccoon...go take a shower.”

He drops one last little kiss on your clit, and your legs tremble on either side of him. “Come with me.”

You go with him all while knowing that little actual washing will happen. And as you predicted, Ten pushes you against the shower wall as soon as you’re both naked and fingers you again until you have to slump against him to be able to stand. When he is done, smirking and dick hard against your stomach, you suck him off until he’s cumming down your throat and calling out some semblance of your name in a long, shivering moan. By the time you both get around to cleaning up, the water has turned cool.

Neither of you bother to put on any clothes once you get into bed.

“You better feel better after all that,” you say, blinking your eyes at him within the dimness of the room, trying to make your pupils adjust to the dark faster. Ten’s hair is damp against the pillow, and a distant memory sparks in your mind of that dream that became the catalyst for all this. Feeling suddenly disarrayed, you turn on your back and look at a spot on the ceiling, wondering what the fuck your friendship has transformed into.

“I do,” he hums, grinning. “You’re too good to me.” He draws his fingers up the length of your arm as he tells you this. His eyelids are already closing halfway, weighed down with sleepiness. Though he is beautiful with his stage styling, he is also painfully attractive scrubbed down to his bare face, and it makes your heart throb to look at him.

“Maybe I am,” you whisper back, closing your eyes.

When you wake up next to Ten the next morning, it once again feels like waking up to a boyfriend. You try to move out of his embrace, but he complains, half-asleep, and pulls you closer. You are too defenseless to reject the promise of his arms around you and allow yourself to mold your body against his once more. Somewhere between his arms gripping you more tightly and his hair fanning across your neck like down feathers, you fall asleep again.

Waking up the second time comes by way of him kissing your neck and shoulder—you with one of his arms around your back and your breasts pushed against his chest. When he notices you’ve woken up, he moves back to look at you and brings his hand to the side of your face. His own face is half-illuminated by the sun spilling through the crack in the curtains, some silly little smile on his lips and his eyes crinkled like he’s just seen the happiest, cutest thing in the world, and you decide then and there that you can’t do this anymore.

His nose nudges yours, like he’s about to kiss you. “Kitten…”

“Stop,” you say.

Ten’s face drops, and he pauses. “Stop what?”

“Stop this. I don’t want this anymore.” You successfully shimmy away from him this time. He lets you do it, but stares at you with a troubled expression.

“What...do you mean?”

“We can’t keep doing this.” You get off the bed to pick your robe off the hanger it’s on, and you wrap yourself up in it as if it will protect you from your own emotions.

Ten scrambles up from the bed, the sheets gathering at his waist. “Y/N, tell me why. I thought we...”

“I love you. I am in love with you. That’s why.” You cross your arms and look at him angrily. You want to cry, and you don’t know if you’ll be able to stop yourself if you do. You feel very small in this moment.

“...What?” He looks at you as if he’s been slapped, his eyes widening.

“I hate this, Ten. I hate it when we go somewhere and you call me kitten and everyone thinks we’re together. I hate how you always want to touch me, even when it’s not sexual—especially when it’s not sexual. I don’t want to know how it feels to have your hand in mine or your fingers on my cheek. I hate it how you wake me up in the morning like this, when you look at me like…” Your voice catches, and you belatedly realize that you are almost shouting. “...like this is more than what it really is.”

Ten’s face is a storm of emotions, and if you didn’t know any better, you might even say he looks frightened or panicked. What could he be afraid of? If anything, you should be terrified that everything is now ruined between you. “But...Y/N, we agreed to—not take things further.”

“Ten, you are the one always taking things further than they need to be. Stop treating me like I’m your girlfriend when all you want is sex! I don’t want to do this with you anymore.”

You expected him to be more upset about this, maybe even angry, but he seems untethered. It’s as if you’ve just left him out at sea with no knowledge of how to swim. Your words seem to spark some kind of realization in him, though you don’t know what that is.

“I’m...sorry if you misunderstood me, but it wasn’t my intention to make you think we were going to be together.” He speaks weakly, like he feels bad about what he’s saying. Maybe he thinks you’re pitiful and is trying to handle you with kid gloves to avoid hurting your feelings, and that thought makes you even more upset. Maybe you would’ve preferred it if he’d just gotten angry.

“Misunderstood…” You don’t know whether to yell or cry. “But what am I supposed to think when you…” You try to search for the words, but it feels useless and ridiculous. How can his actions not be obvious to him? “Just leave, please.”

So you watch him gather his clothes, redress, and leave your place. There’s a hesitation before he passes through your bedroom door, but in the end he just says I’m sorry again. It is still not enough and not the answer you want to hear, so you let him go for the sake of your own sanity.

You let the tears drip only after he’s gone, feeling like you’ve just experienced a breakup. The thought of the relationship-that-never-was makes you sniff angrily again. When you sink into your bed, the sheets pulled over your head, you try to convince yourself that you do it because you’re tired and not because the linens still smell like him.

The next two months after that day are the most awkward and annoying ones of your life.

Much to your own surprise—because you were sure everything would end in flames and rubble after that rejected confession—you and Ten try to go back to some semblance of your previous friendship. However, every interaction is strained and weird; he never acknowledged your confession again after it happened, and you refused to do so to avoid being rejected for a second time. You can’t shake the feeling that every one of his glances is filled with some odd sympathy, as if he just can’t believe you’ve gotten yourself into this unrequited love nonsense. There’s an even stranger anxiety in his demeanor, too. A nervousness you are unable to assign a meaning to.

You try to distract yourself from it all with hobbies; you even adopt new ones. You’ve never cared much about knitting or collecting postcards or scrapbooking, but you do those things now just to fill in the empty spaces and quiet the mess of your mind. You don’t have to wonder about what Ten is doing, because you already know; Kun keeps dry begging for your help, as if you want to hear about any of Ten’s business in the first place.

“To put it lightly, we’re dying in here. Maybe if you could talk—”

“Oh please. Sounds like he’s having fun with his new buddies, and who am I to stop him. Like he’ll listen to shit I have to say,” you say dryly.

“Having fun, sure, but I’m not. There was the guy he brought home last week—and the girl I caught him in the living room with even before that. And the others,” Kun sighs wearily.

Jealousy curls like a snake in the pit of your stomach, but you dig your heels in and try to throw it to the side. “Tch. Tragic, and also not my problem. If you’re that worried about noise complaints, talk to him yourself. Would hate to hear about y’all getting kicked out.”

“I’m not necessarily concerned about that, I’m talking about him sleeping with all these people because you two—”

“Oh, damn. I can’t hear shit. Looks like you’re breaking up. Talk to you later!” You feel a little bad about hanging up on Kun, but the last thing you want to do is talk to him as if he’s your therapist and discuss the mess between you and Ten that was never truly resolved. And as far as you can discern, Ten is not thinking about you in that way anymore.

Rolling your eyes, you toss your phone away and roll over in your bed with your face in the sheets, trying for the hundredth time to not think about what Ten is doing with people who are not you.

One night when you’re hanging out at WayV’s dorm and attempting to pretend there isn’t some weird tension between you and your (former?) best friend, Yangyang and Xiaojun talk you into going to the club. Ten tells you all he will meet you there later, and it makes you roll your eyes—because you know he has plans to pick someone else up, but also because everything he does lately makes you roll your eyes—but you’re also glad you won’t have to sit awkwardly next to him in the car on the way over.

The club is dark and hot and pungent with the smell of alcohol. Once you are inside, you suddenly feel a little lost within all the chaos. You also realize you don’t want to let Xiaojun out of your sight—Yangyang has already bounced off somewhere with someone he knows, otherwise you might’ve clung to him similarly—because you don’t want to be left alone, so you grip his hand and he squeezes back, pulling you onto the dance floor amongst the crowd of bodies.

You aren’t sure when Ten shows up. One moment he’s nowhere to be found, and the next moment he is right there, attracting your eyes like a magnet out of all the other people in the club. While you’re in the mass of people with Xiaojun, dancing and trying to empty your mind of anything important, you spot something you would rather not see, and it makes your body come to a standstill.

Some girl is talking to Ten at the bar—maybe the same one Kun says he’s been seeing lately, you aren’t completely positive about it—and pressing her body against his. He’s likewise leaning into her, giving her that same look he’d lavished on you months ago. The one only reserved for lovers. It was never exclusively for you, you know that, but seeing it directed to someone else again after everything that’s happened only incenses you.

She whispers something into his ear and kisses the corner of his mouth, and he pinches her chin to kiss her back, full on the lips this time.

You turn your head away from them with your mouth screwed up. Xiaojun stops dancing when he sees what you’ve seen, and he looks at you with a frown. “I think I should leave.” Your voice sounds watery, and you hate reacting like this. Life would be a lot easier if you could just Bad Bitch your way out of this and forget about him on the other side of the room with some girl you don’t know from Adam, but you can’t.

“Wait.” Xiaojun grips your shoulders with a pleading expression. He acts like he’ll say something more but then abandons whatever that thought is and says instead, “I’m sorry, Y/N. Please don’t kick my ass for this.”

“Huh?”

Xiaojun kisses you.

You stand there unmoving and bewildered for a few long seconds, and it’s awkward. You think you know what he’s trying to do though, and it’s fucking nonsensical because Ten has clearly moved on from you so why bother, but you shut the rational part of your brain off and respond to the kiss anyway. It is surprisingly easy to reciprocate; Xiaojun is attractive, and he kisses you intimately, like you’re both true lovers instead of two people attempting a cliché scheme. His hands are on you, one on your nape and the other on the small of your back, though maybe slightly lower than it needs to be for this little act. When his tongue parts your lips, slick and hot and faintly mint-flavored, you begin to wonder if this is all just acting.

Then it all abruptly ends when a sharp voice cuts through the air.

“So you two are hooking up and didn’t think to tell me?” Ten stands in front of you both looking unimpressed, and you are genuinely surprised by this.

Xiaojun’s mouth moves aimlessly—his lips are noticeably shinier from your lip gloss—and you can guess he didn’t think far enough ahead to consider what he’d say if Ten really did respond to his impulsive trick.

“Fuck you!” you blurt out, and they both look at you. “I don’t need to tell you a damn thing.”

“Y/N, for fuck’s sake—he’s my groupmate! You don’t think that’s important to mention?”

“What do I owe you? You’re not my man, and we barely even act like friends anymore.” His face falters when you say this; a nerve has been struck.

“If you fucking hate me, just say so Y/N; I didn’t think you’d go this far.”

Xiaojun gives a feeble attempt to jump in. “Now wait, this wasn’t her—”

You laugh, though your expression is marred with anger. “Hate you? That’s the last thing I ever did, but you didn’t want what I offered.”

Ten looks pained at that. “You don’t understand, I…”

The rest of his words are lost to you as the song changes and the music’s volume rockets up further, and you have no choice but to shuffle closer to Ten to narrowly avoid being bowled over by a couple who dances too near to you, oblivious to their surroundings. This puts you close enough to him to feel the heat radiating off his body, to smell the hint of sweat mingling with his cologne, and you think it might’ve been better to just get knocked over.

Unbeknownst to you, Ten’s hand had instinctively reached for your back to steady you, though he stopped himself from touching you just before his fingertips made contact. Suddenly, it dawns in his mind that neither of you have touched each other in quite some time, hardly even in a platonic way, and this knowledge disappoints him.

“I think we should go outside,” Ten says, staring at you intently. It’s a look that’s far too serious for the context of standing in a hot and sweaty club, and it makes you feel peeled apart, much like that first time you both had sex. Xiaojun has turned his eyes elsewhere in a laughable attempt to look like he’s searching for Yangyang; he’s caught between your tension and feeling much like he’s witnessing something he’s not quite supposed to be seeing.

And even though you are angry with Ten and want him to shut the fuck up and explain himself all at the same time, you still find yourself staring back, your gaze catching on the way the lights glint on the smooth skin of his exposed chest. “Fine.”

A few minutes later, you’re sitting in the passenger seat of Ten’s car. His phone buzzes with an incoming call, and then a text message. And then another. You both watch the phone vibrate on the console until it falls into one of the cupholders.

Because it doesn’t seem like he’ll speak first, you say, “I think she must be calling for you. Go tend to your little girlfriend.”

“She’s not my girlfriend.”

You shrug. “I don’t know. Go see what she wants.”

“I don’t care.”

You shift your head a little to glance at him, but you won’t yet give him the satisfaction of your full attention. “Now you don’t care? Didn’t look that way earlier...”

“None of that meant anything.”

“Oh…the same way with us, then. I get it.”

Ten grips the steering wheel and leans his head on it like he’s tired. “No. It’s not the same as us.”

“What’s different?”

“I can’t fucking forget about you,” he scowls. “I can’t forget how you taste, or how you look when you wake up in the morning, how you say my name when you’re happy or sad, how pretty you smell right out of the shower, how your mouth falls open in that cute way when you’re asleep and dreaming about something, or how you ask me to tie your scarf at night because you don’t feel like doing it.”

You sit back against the seat, unsure what to think of that revelation. “So what does all that mean. You miss the fucking and pretending? Because you experienced all those things and still only ever wanted to be friends.”

He sits up again to look at you. “No, it means I miss you and I love you and I’m a dumbass.” The way his voice softens reminds you of one of those chocolate candies with caramel in the middle, and you sigh shakily. Some unconscious part of you has already made up its mind about how this will turn out.

“Yes you are,” you agree instantly, although your heart pounds. You stare at the blackened tail-lights of the car in front of you and don’t know how to feel or what to say. Everything feels like a live wire right now, like the situation might explode no matter what move you make. Not the kind of explosion that destroys, though—the kind that clears the way for something reborn. “...I had to kiss Xiaojun for you to realize you felt that way? That was never even my plan.”

“Maybe I can be a little oblivious sometimes. And...I tried very hard to distract myself from...thinking about us.”

“You could’ve just told me.”

“I thought you might’ve moved on or wouldn’t want anything to do with me anymore.” Ten slides his hand over top of yours where it rests in your lap, though it is a tentative move. “When was the last time we shared our dreams with each other?”

“You’re getting all sentimental now.” You look down at his hand on yours, and for the first time in months, it is the one thing that makes sense to you. “I don’t know. Definitely before any of this mess happened.”

“I miss you.” He squeezes your fingers tightly where they’re entwined with his. “Do you still love me?”

“Ten, please. As if I could stop,” you respond softly.

A quiet moment passes between the two of you. Finally, you turn your head to look at him, his silhouette illuminated by streetlights and the club’s neon signs, and he chooses that moment to lean towards you.

You hold your free hand up to his face. “Huh...no. You kissed that girl.”

He gives you an incredulous look. “And you kissed Xiaojun, but do you see me complaining?”

“Then we’re both even. But I ain’t kissing you tonight.”

Ten sits back in his seat and sighs, although there is a tiny smile on his lips. “Ugh. You kill me.”

You snort and tighten your grip on his hand, feeling the imprint of his rings against your skin. “But, you can still come home with me. I’ve missed just having you around...or whatever.”

He smirks. “Tell me how much you missed me on the ride over.”

“Don’t push your luck.”

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Power Armor Punch Part Forty Seven

Masterlist

Curie: Do tell me what happened, my love? I do not like seeing you so… *motions her hand in a cycle in front of her chest while searching for the word* Downtrodden.

Lucille: Nick’s gotten pretty protective of Jasmine. I can’t even make a simple observation without someone getting pissed off. So I’m just going to stay out of it.

Curie: I see. Have you said anything about this to Monsieur Valentine and Jasmine?

Lucille: Why should I? It’ll just cause more problems than it’ll fix. They don’t need me around- pretty obvious to see.

Curie: That’s quite an assumption- do you really believe it’s true?

Lucille: Jas never talks to me and Nick’s lately giving me the cold shoulder. That’s plenty of proof, Curie.

Curie: *softly* I see…

Lucille: Unless it’s for good reason, I’m not going to go where I’m not wanted…

Nick: Excluding the time of you probably being frozen alive, you’re still young. *scratches the side of his head* You must not scar easy- some people just don’t at all. *chuckles* Guess you’re one of them. *pets her head gently*

Jasmine: (Frowns a little. That’s true, but she’s not getting scars or marking even from the worse things happening, her body just snaps back to normal after a few days) (Quietly) “You would think after all they have done to me I would at least have one mark…” (Glances where the bruising is from Nick had grabbed her, there being more horrible bruising there at one point and even some third degree burns) “But no- not a mark…” (Smirks and scoffs to herself) “I suppose that is a good thing in the end.”

Nick: *sighs* Doll… *puts a hand on her shoulder* Don’t think of it as a shortcoming. Instead, consider it a sign of how resilient you’ve been to overcome everything you’ve been through. How strong you really are. *gentle smile, brushing a hair from her face*

Jasmine: (Blankly blinks at Nick as the words sink in, unable to think of a good enough response so she just goes back to snuggling close with her head against his chest)

Nick: *rubs her back, letting her stay in this moment as long as she needs. Gives him a moment to relax, too*

Jasmine: (Will lay there for as long as her programming will allow her, which she probably can push for a few hours. It is however, starting to bother her in the back of her mind, but maybe talking about something her head dubs as useful will help) (Quietly) “What do you plan on doing now?”

Nick: Well, after we get maybe a little food and water in you later, I was thinking we’d head out to Far Harbor. See if we can find Donovan for ya. On the way there, there’s a chance we can stop by an old apartment for clues. If it’s not raised to the ground…

Jasmine: “Hm? What apartment?” (Raises her head to look at her Dad inquisitively, still holding onto him)

Nick: *hesitates* It’s… ah… *relents* where Charlotte used to live. I want to find out what she was playing at and just how much of a monster she was beyond leaving you in the garbage. *strokes her cheek softly with his metal thumb* Don’t know what the old Nick saw in her… but if you’re really his kid then I’m glad something good came of it.

Jasmine: (Whimpers sadly when she hears about Charlotte and is reminded of her first abandonment, lowering her head with the top of her thumb in her mouth until he says the final part. That sweet remark and the gesture of stroking her cheek makes her tear up. She scoots up and rearranged herself so she’s clinging to Nick like a baby koala bear again, head resting on his shoulder with her arms around his neck and her leg slung around his waist)

Nick: *slight surprise at the sudden koala bear clinging to him but beams at her and resumes rubbing the small of her back* Love you, Rosie…

Jasmine: (Softly) “I love you too Dad…” (Closes her eyes and nuzzles in the collar of his coat, letting herself doze off a bit. She’s not fully sleeping because she’s still aware of everything and can hear Nicks machinery whirling and feel his comforting hand on her back, but it’s close enough to sleep that she’s getting rest)

Nick: *lets her rest for a few hours more. She needs as much as she can get for the road ahead*

Jasmine: (Sleepily coos when she opens her eyes from her light catnap, feeling ready to brave the big and scary world again. She shuffles in Nicks arms, clinging to him tighter as her mind starts to clear)

Nick: Hey, doll. Ready to get up and get going?

Jasmine: (Quietly) “Yes I am.” (Slowly unravels herself from her Dads embrace, smoothing out her dress as she sits on the edge of the bed)

Nick: *sits up with her, taking a moment to stretch despite not needing to* I’ll get you some more soup. *goes and heats her up a smaller bowl of it and a can of water then offers both to her*

Teshteal: *curled up on the couch now, sleeping as sound as he can despite the nightmares*

Jasmine: (Frowns at the offered food and water, but takes both without a fuss. She cautiously starts spooning small spoonfuls of soup into her mouth that consists of mostly just the broth, taking tiny sips of water between bites. Doesn’t think she’ll be able to stomach much, but hopefully she will not throw the bowl like a picky toddler this time)

Nick: *smiles, happy she’s eating something even if it’s just broth*

Teshteal: *having a nightmare that he’s alone again… this time as a punishment* Let me out- let me out- let me out- *kicking his legs frantically on the couch*

Jasmine: (Barely can sip down one fourth of the bowl before she’s handing it back to Nick, shaking her head while waving her free hand in front of her mouth in a negative motion)

Nick: Okay… *takes it back* Just glad you tried to eat something. *takes the bowl and walks out to put the rest up and comes back* Ready to head out?

Teshteal: *ears perk up and he’s instantly awake at the thought of the group leaving. He rushes down stairs* Are we going?! I’ll come along!

Nick: After Jas gets her armor back on, yes.

Teshteal: Are we bringing Lucille with us? I think Gardio would have wanted me to look out for her*

Nick: *hesitates and looks at Jas with concern*

Jasmine: (Was in the process of digging through her bag for her clothes and armor when the question and hesitation hits. She raises her head and blinks blankly, wondering why Nick is looking at her with concern written all over his face at the question if her adopted sister was going to join them. She assumed that Lucille was coming with them all along…)

Teshteal: So, is she coming or not?

Lucille: *just walked in* I’m not-

Teshteal: Why?

Lucille: I don’t think you guys need me slowing things down. Besides, it’s obvious Nick doesn’t want me around while he’s working this one. *shrugs* Makes sense- especially how easy it is for me to say the wrong thing lately.

Nick: I’m just looking out for Jasmine-

Lucille: I know. I am, too. Which is why I’m staying here.

Jasmine: (Stays quiet and completely still on the bed, eyes going over each adult slowly while she smooths out her dress)

Teshteal: We could use the extra help-

Lucille: Teshteal, I’ve seen what you can do. No you don’t.

Teshteal: Your power armor was very helpful back at the glowing sea. I’m too short to do that even if I used my tail!

Lucille: *gestures at Nick* You don’t need that either- Nick can lift more than the average human.

Nick: Not as much as you lifted earlier. Just how strong do you think Gen 2 Synths are?!

Lucille: Pretty damn strong. Still, I doubt you’re going to need me where you’re going. Especially with anything that has to do with Jasmine.

Teshteal: You don’t know that-

Lucille: Look- Everytime something that has to do with her comes up, I seem to just make the situation worse. Sometimes you just gotta cut your losses and realize some people just do not like you. *turns away to leave*

Jasmine: (Watches her leave with the tilt of her head. While she is a upset with Lucille for the previous events, it does not mean that she doesn’t like the older woman. Plus, aren’t they going to Far Harbor? Nick has gone there sure, but having another experienced person may help. Also, Nick and Teshteal kinda stand out compared to herself and Lucille with her helmet on, or at this rate in general even with her arm and eye exposed)

Teshteal: *crosses his arms* I still think you should come with us. Nick and I aren’t human which leaves Jasmine the only person who can talk down someone with a narrow mindset on what counts as a person. You wouldn’t be helping her by doing this. It puts her in more danger.

Lucille: *over her shoulder* I have a synth eye and arm. That kinda puts me in the “not human category-”.

Nick: That’s different. Those can be excused for prosthetics and a means for survival. You’re still passable as human even with that old right arm of mine.

Lucille: So suddenly you want me to come with you? After giving me the cold shoulder?

Nick: I think you might be confused, Luce. If I wanted to shut you out, you’d know. It’s just some of your comments? About Jasmine? They’re a bit unwarranted at times and that can really affect her. That’s why I’m hesitant.

Jasmine: (Staying silent because she doesn’t have anything useful to add in. She is fine with Lucille coming along if there are no more surprise hugs and needles, slaps or comments. Hell, the comments are not even suppose to bother her, but since its from someone considered close it does)

Lucille: I’ll try not to comment on her situation. However if it’s a life situation I’m going to have to act some way.

Nick: That act better be “get Nick” only.

Lucille: What if you’re not available.

Nick: Get Teshteal.

Lucille: What if he’s not available?

Nick: Then you’ll have to take care of her. Which means you need to be patient and calm unless it’s a dire situation. At least until I can step in.

Lucille: …I hate to ask the obvious but-

Teshteal: What if you’re dead?

Nick: Teshteal’s in charge of keeping her safe-

Teshteal: What if I die?

Lucille: It would be my responsibility, then, because I’m the last resort.

Jasmine: (Tune them out once they start talking about death and stares off in the abyss, her poor tortured soul can’t take anymore of that topic especially if it’s about losing Nick so it’s better if she goes numb….)

Teshteal: Are we going? *pivotting up and down on the balls of his toes and heels rather excitedly*

Lucille: I haven’t seen this much excitement in someone since Dogmeat showed me a crate for the first time.

Teshteal: Dogmeat? Who’s that?

Lucille: A friend. He’s a dog that hangs around and helps people. Honestly if anyone’s his owner it’s probably Nick.

Nick: “Owner” wouldn’t be the word I’d use. More like a colleague and pal. He’s a real expert in tracking down people or things that need finding- puts my skills to shame.

Teshteal: …We are still talking about a dog, right?

Jasmine: (Perks back up at the mention of Dogmeat, the sweet doggy boy who she considers to be her best friend)

Dogmeat: *heard his name and comes bounding in suddenly*

Lucille: *backs out to give Dogmeat more space*

Teshteal: *hisses and starts scrambling to eacape* No! Dog! Big dog! No! *tears his way out of the room and sprints up the loft*

Dogmeat: *slight confused whine but puts his front paws on Jas’s lap and gives her plenty of puppy kisses*

Jasmine: (Also gets confused on Teshteal’s sudden departure but soon is giggling happily at the pooch and starts petting his head while he overloads her with doggy kisses)

Dogmeat: *stops briefly to sniff her then tries to nuzzle under her chin with his big snout*

Teshteal: *cradling himself tightly on the couch. If it weren’t for the fact Dogmeat seemed friendly he would have killed him instantly out of fear*

Jasmine: (Hugs the pup and place a gentle kiss on his head, scratching behind his ears in the spot where she knows he likes)

Dogmeat: *wags his tail and thumps his back foot excitedly, eyes closed abs leaning into the ear scratching*

Teshteal: *slinks back down and peaks his head around the door* Is… is it safe…? *trembling like a leaf*

Lucille: Pretty safe, yeah. Dogmeat usually doesn’t hurt you unless you’re an enemy of one of us.

Teshteal: *withholding judgement*

Jasmine: (Cooing sweetly at the adorable doggy baby, straight up picking him up and placing him on her lap like he’s a chihuahua while continuing to scratch behind his ear. Compared to her small frame, Dogmeat is huge on her lap and his back legs are spilling onto the bed, but she doesn’t seem to care)

Teshteal: You sure that’s a good idea-?

Lucille: She’s genuinely smiling and giggling, any idea that causes that is a great one.

Teshteal: *very slowly steps into the room*

Dogmeat: *just wagging his tail wildly and lifts his head to look at Jas, partly rolling on his side on her lap. He’s a really happy puppy*

Teshteal: *holding his tail nervously*

Jasmine: (A really happy little girl as she snuggles into his neck with another fit of joyful giggles and a beaming smile at the silly puppy. She’s not sure why she’s getting so bubbly and lively right now, it’s just part of her unpredictable mood swings that can go very quickly up or down in a matter of seconds. Maybe that’s why she’s kinda trying to hide her brightness away in Dogmeats neck)

Teshteal: *keeps thinking of dogs being set on him and that doesn’t help*

Nick: Were you always this scared of dogs?

Teshteal: *voice breaks as Dogmeat rubs the top of his head against Jas’s chest and neck affectionately* A little but it’s gotten worse.

Jasmine: (Kisses Dogmeat again, letting herself fall backwards on the mattress so that the pup is laying on top of her while she scratches behind his ears and that other spot he loves that is right above his back left leg. She’s in puppy heaven right now, letting herself enjoy this despite the screaming in her head to stop being so joyful, because lord knows that their trip will be difficult on her…)

Nick: As nice as this is. I think we ought to get going. Dogmeat, you can come with if you want.

Dogmeat: *sits up suddenly and excitedly and softly barks at Nick approvingly*

Lucille: I’m heading to the exit… *leaves*

Teshteal: *eagerly follows*

Jasmine: (Sits up and again smooths out her dress, figuring it’s best to change now that Lucille and Teshteal are out of the room. She quickly puts back on her layers of clothes, ending with zipping on her tactical vest over her jacket and neatly folding away her dress in her bag) (Signing) “Can I have some of my old stuff back? Just the weapons and sewing kit.” (Starts braiding her hair so it’s out of her way. She definitely needs her gun, she threw the other one down)

Nick: Since we’re going back out unto the wastes? Yes… *goes over to the tool box and pulls out her weapons, sewing kit, and bloody book then hands them to her*

Jasmine: (Nods in thanks and properly puts them away, slinging her bag over her shoulder while she pulls on her hood, ready to get moving)

Nick: *leads her out of the Vault*

Dogmeat: *walking with them*

Jasmine: (Follows along while she puts on her mask, shyly reaching for Nicks hand again while they walk. She really should stop this habit of holding her Dads hand so much, it’s probably annoying to deal with her always needing physical assurance…)

Nick: *notices and smiles at her before taking her hand*

Dogmeat: *trotting along next to her happily like the goodest boy he is*

Lucille: *leading the way* Wait. Where are we going?

Nick: Far Harbor.

Lucille: Oh! *everything that happened in Far Harbor hits her like a brick- especially navigating DiMA’s memories and what happened with Tektus. Darkly* Oh… *also remembers how dangerous the wildlife is over there* Oooooh……

Nick: Why the long face? I thought you liked Maine.

Lucille: Do I look like Stephen King?

Teshteal: What’s in Far Harbor?

Nick: An old friend of Jas’s supposedly. Also my… ahem… brother.

Teshteal: Didn’t you have a sister…?

Nick: He’s another Gen 2 prototype like myself. Where related in the sense that the Institute put us together on the same cutting room floor.

Teshteal: That wasn’t what I asked. *flicks his tail in annoyance*

Nick: Yes, Teshteal, the old Nick had a sister. She’s long gone now as far as I know. *realizes they’ve stopped* Anyway, should we get a move on?

Lucille: Ah. Yeah. Far Harbor. *resumes leading the group that way*

Jasmine: (Squeezes her Dads hand, thoughts trailing back to Donovan, her childhood friend, while the adults talk. Honestly, she doesn’t even really want to find him, she’s not the same little girl he knew, she’s changed so much and for the worse)

Nick: *squeezes her hand as they follow along*

Dogmeat: *brushes against Jas’s hand to comfort her after he senses her tensing up*

Teshteal: *staying ahead of the dog but keeping an eye on him at all times. Doesn’t want anymore surprises. He hums a tune idly to distract himself*

Jasmine: (Scratches Dogmeats head and sighs, shoving away her thoughts until later. She can’t be up in the clouds out here, she has to stay sharp)

Lucille: *after a few hours of walking, they end up near Hangman’s Alley. As she passes a small crevice of an alleyway between buildings, her Geiger counter starts to crackle a little. Stops* Radiation… here? *suddenly suspicious*

Nick: *looking around, also on guard* Your Geiger Counter doing cartwheels, too?

Dogmeat: *alert and walking over to the crevice*

Lucille: *raises her gun suddenly when she spots a tall figure in the shadows, their back turned to the road. She barely makes out a coat and a hat*

Teshteal: *blinks. Sniffing the air. Picks up the scents of walnut, old books, and… a very specific cologne from the prewar days. Softly, but unsure* Dio…? No… it can’t be…

Nick: Well whoever it is it’s giving off some radiation-

The figure: *lifts and turns his head, revealing that what they’re picking up is a Glowing One- one the likes of Oswald, still stable enough that he doesn’t look like a humanoid mass of radioactive waste. His voice is mellow and soft but also a little deep* …Nick? *turns and his glowing green eyes widen seeing Teshteal and Nick. Not Lucille because of the powerarmor obscuring her* It really is you, then. *he shuts the book he was writing in*

Nick: *eyes are also wide. He didn’t expect actually finding another living colleague of Nick’s after Teshteal popped up. At the moment he’s at a loss for words. All he can mutter is the man’s name* Gardio Chapel…?

Gardio: I didn’t think… Hm… *sighs in thought, tapping his pencil against his cracked bottom lip and chin* Wait- no. Not exactly you. The original would have died or turned into a ghoul around the time of the bombs-

Nick: I’ll save you some thought, Detective Chapel- my personality is based on the original Nick’s. Without his memories and all the lovely stuff that made him the man he was I wouldn’t be around. Just another ordinary Gen 2 synth.

Lucille: *just standing in stunned silence, listening to her dad’s voice again for the first time in years. Tears prick her eyes*

Teshteal: *also surprised and very tearfully stunned*

Jasmine: (Confused on what the hell is happening that her brain overloads and she just warily slinks behind Nick so she’s completely hidden from who she’s assuming to be Lucille’s father judging by everyone’s reaction. Her hand stays on her gun on her holster while she tenses up, waiting to see what happens)

Gardio: *eyes lock on Teshteal* But you- you almost look exactly like a former partner of mine from before the war-

Teshteal: Dio- *sniffs* Dio- it- it’s me-! It’s- *clutches his head and trying to fight back the memories of all the torture and pain* I’m that same colleague-!

Gardio: *emerged from the darkness and slaps a hand on the little gremlin’s shoulder and flashes him a kind and gentle smile* I know, Linus…

Teshteal: *tears start rolling down his cheeks and he hugs the giant of a man, barely registering his real name*

Lucille: *still in disbelief. Her dad is… alive? This entire time and she never knew?*

Gardio: *actually picks him up and gives him a big bear hug* I couldn’t forget this troublemaker if I tried!

Teshteal: *mutters, tears stopping at the familiar embrace of his former colleague* I missed these hugs…

Dogmeat: *confused whimper*

Lucille: *quietly* …Dad?

Gardio: *looks up, confused at the person in power armor calling him dad. He sets Teshteal down to address her, raising an eyebrow. Skeptical tone* Do I know you…?

Lucille: Dad- it’s me-! *takes off her power armor helmet*

Gardio: I… Lucille? Please take off the helmet. It’s hard to tell if it’s you under that-

Lucille: *removes her Sentry bot helmet to reveal her tear stained cheeks*

Gardio: God- it really is you- *trembling as he lifts his arms at her* My little light… *reaches towards her but pauses* No I shouldn’t.

Lucille: What?

Gardio: You’re still human. Just being near me hurts you. *backs away a little*

Jasmine: (Dematerializes from behind Nick without anyone noticing, figuring that her extreme hostility to Gardio would ruin the reunion. She ends up running to Backstreet Apparel, and by running she means silently leaping from rooftop to rooftop, going full on Batman by perching on the ledge of the store and peering down at everything)

Lucille: *gets out of her power armor completely and pops a rad-x. She runs over and hugs him tightly* I have ways around that, Daddy. *hugs him tighter. Quiet sob* I thought you were dead…

Gardio: *pets her hair lovingly* I understand, sweetheart. *kisses her hair* I understand…

Jasmine: (Tilts her head when she sees a radstag roaming in the distance, eyes narrowing behind her mask as she focuses on it and lowers herself so she is impossible to spot)

Teshteal: *tearing up again, but this time cause it’s so cute and sweet seeing them reunited*

Lucille: *pulls back to look up at him, realization setting in* You must have lived through the bombs… 200 years- and you’re a Glowing One?

Gardio: I did… *affirming nod* I lived through it all. Every bloody part of it. *cups his little girl’s cheek and strokes it with his cracked large thumb tenderly* You look like you haven’t aged a day- how is that possible? Mutation…?

Lucille: The vault wasn’t what they promised us. We were frozen and Nate… *takes a long sigh at her departed best friend and husband* He’s dead. Someone broke in and shot him then kidnapped Shaun.

Gardio: *gasps and his eyes widen at this news about his grandson and son-inlaw*

Lucille: When I found him it had been 60 years since the incident, dying of cancer, and- *scoffs at this next part, whiping her eyes with her sleeve* Running the fxcking Institute. I… he was one of the casualties of the explosion. *voice cracks* There was nothing I could do- the Institute had to go- I couldn’t do anything to make them change- *sniffs* I couldn’t do anything to stop them- God- I murdered him-! *starts bawling* I murdered my son!

Gardio: *pulls her back in to hold her, saddened by the news of his grandson. Despite this he softly consoles her* You tried everything you could to save him from himself…

Nick: Not only that, you saved a lot of people back there by sending that evacuation order. *sighs and puts a hand on Lucille’s shoulder reassuringly* He was very sick, doll. And, from what you told me after it was all said and done, he chose to go down with the rest of the ship.

Lucille: *she lightens up a little at both of their kind words, sniffling*

Nick: Then he tried to give you a second chance in the kid synth he made of himself…

Lucille: It’s not the same…

Gardio: Back up… “kid synth”? There’s a copy of my grandson the original made? *confused*

Lucille: *laughs softly despite her tears and pulls back to look at her dad again* Yes- despite everything you still have a grandson. He won’t ever age but he’s a sweet and really smart kid.

Teshteal: Oh- that kid in the blue and white shirt? He kept looking at me when we were in the same room together in Vault 88. It was like he was studying me or something-

Gardio: *looks at Teshteal* You have glowing horns and a tail. Not common, might I say.

Teshteal: Ah. Still kinda weirded me out.

Lucille: He was just curious-

Gardio: *eyes widen again when he notices her left eye finally* Your eye- it’s…

Lucille: A gift from a good friend after got reckless in a fight… right arm’s completely gone, too. Good thing about gen 2s- the parts make surprising great prosthetics.

Nick: Yeah, just don’t go losing the bits that matter. I can’t spot you a new heart or liver.

Lucille: *chuckles* We’ll just have to find a way to download my brain into a robot at that point. Or maybe a gen 3 with a botched memory transfer-

Nick: You mean like we did with Curie?

Lucille: Exactly… *darkly* Only more dire.

Gardio: *lost again. He’s missing context of the situation but he does smile at the familiarity his old friend has with his daughter*

Jasmine: (Stalks to the edge of the building, finding that a trio of raiders have come poking around to check out what’s left of the store)

Raider One: (Looks up and squints at the little figure glaring down at them) “What the-…”

Jasmine: (Jumps down from the building, landing right on top of them with her dagger out. She pulls them upright with her and jabs it into their throat a few times, waiting for their gurgle of death to ring out before letting their body drop)

Raider Two: (Yells out when his friend goes down for good, scrambling to take out his gun and aim it at the girls head)

Jasmine: (Lunges at him before he can shoot, jumping on his back and wrapping her legs around his neck so she’s choking him, using the momentum she gained to send them both to the ground with her still in control and pinning him down)

Raider Three: (Rushes to save her friend with a switchblade, unable to shoot at Jasmine due to her being so close that she may accidentally shoot her friend by mistake)

Jasmine: (Stabs her in the kidney when she gets close, then pulls her down by the neck to stab between her eyes multiple times, making blood spill everywhere. She gives the same treatment for the raider she’s pinning down, blinking at how simple that was)

Teshteal: *sniffs and notices Jas is gone, simply as if he’s a kindergarten student telling on a classmate* Detective Valentine, I think Rosie went on a raider killing spree just now.

Gardio: *finally pulls away from the long embrace of his daughter* Rosie? Who’s that? Also- how can you tell what she’s doing?

Teshteal: My sense of smell got really good. Like a bloodhounds. *sniffs* Getting hints of a mildew laden clothing store and the scent of 3 different people- dead- and obviously raiders from the way they reek of booze, chems , and gore. *waves his hand in front of his nose, scrunching up his face*

Gardio: Sounds like Backstreet Apparel.

Nick: I better go and get her. I don’t like it when she wanders off like this- things always get a bit dicey.

Teshteal: I think I’m quicker. Let me. *crouches and sprints off on all fours*

Gardio: Did he-?

Nick: Run on all fours like a monkey? Yeah.

Gardio: …At least he didn’t have some sort of snack in his mouth.

Nick: *hands on his own hips* Give him a bit. He’ll do it.

Jasmine: (Free climbs back up the building with ease, leaving the bloodied mess behind her without looking back down. When she gets to the top she enters the store through a hatch in the roof and starts digging around for anything that could be useful. There’s not much to see or scavenge, the place has been picked through recently)

Teshteal: *finds the store very quickly thanks to Jasmine’s tenacity to keep herself clean. He climbs in through the same hatch and drops down* Hey, looking for scrap? *smiles cheekily*

Gardio: So who is this girl Linus went after…?

Nick: Well, I should tell you that Linus doesn’t go by that name anymore. He went through a lot in the vault he was in- it’s Teshteal now. *rubs the back of his head* I wouldn’t even say his real name. He breaks down quite a bit over it.

Gardio: *frowns sadly, dreading what he could have gone through to associate his own name with terror*

Nick: As for Rosalinda, best if you just stick to calling her Jasmine for now. You already strike fear into most with your size, Chapel.

Gardio: *huffs wryly* Add glowing one to the equation and suddenly that prewar nickname makes sense.

Nick: Quite. *shifts a bit on his feet* Anyway, some more things you should know about her- Jas, I mean… *starts relaying information about the vault, her fear around new people because of the vault, where she came from, his current case, what happened in 88 with Lucille- everything that seems absolutely pertinent*

Gardio: *listens thoughtfully and intently to him, nodding along*

Jasmine: (Already heard Teshteal coming so she’s not shocked when he spoke from behind her. She turns around and nods with a tiny sparkle he can’t see due to her mask, waving her hand in a negative motion in front of her throat to show she can’t speak as she approaches him)

Teshteal: Oh- you can’t speak again. Did Dio scare you back there? *smiles, reminiscent of his friend* He scared me, too, the first time I met him. He was about half a foot taller than he is now. But it seems like he’s still the same loveable softy he was before the war. *crawls around carefully, trying not to get cut on anything* Can I help you with anything? *finds a dress and smirks. Jokingly, posing with the dress drapped in front of him as if he’s trying to sell it* Oh- how about this stylishly torn dress? The mildew is tastefully scattered over the printed flower pattern and the dirt really sells the “lying in a compost bin” look. Absolutely fabulous and only 1,000 caps! What a steal! *grins like the little jester he is*

Jasmine: (Tilts her head, smiling under her mask at Teshteal and his goofy skit. She reaches into her bag and shows off a pretty 1950s blue party dress that she made out of some quality fabric she found, gesturing to the moth chewed clothes around them to point out the difference between those and her well kept ones)

Gardio: Thank you for the information, Nick. I’ll be sure to keep it in mind. As for your case, I’m assuming you wouldn’t be telling me all this if you didn’t need a little help.

Nick: Sure would make Far Harbor easier to manage. Besides I know you’re real handy with a pistol, loaded or unloaded. Plus the fog there might give you a bit of a pick me up.

Gardio: Irradiated fog? Might do me some good. I’ve found I can store reserves of radiation and fire it back in concentrated bursts- could be useful on raiders.

Nick: Very. Shame you don’t have the ability to raise ferals from the dead-

Gardio: Nick, even if I could I don’t think I would. Let them rest… they’ve suffered enough.

Nick: In a pinch it would help.

Gardio: *shrugs* I’d have to be desperate.

@lucilleandherrobots

#I should start commenting in the tags #Just start saying random things about the chapter #Like Teshteal being such a loveable goofball!!#fallout 4 #fallout #fo4 #fallout original character #fallout oc #nick valentine #fallout rp #fallout roleplay

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devildomimagines · 3 years

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For shit’s and giggles, let’s have the Brothers react to a pregnant MC. She’s 5 months and showing so when they see her groaning in pain from landing badly from the portal, they notice her covering her stomach and she’s like “I could’ve hurt my baby, asshole!”. Let’s say the dad’s not in the picture but MC just wanted a kid and didn’t expect to deal with Overlords of hell while she’s gonna go through a rollercoaster of emotions and cravings. (I also wanna see em lose it when she goes into labor a couple months while they’re at one of Diavolo’s parties cuz I love chaos and just wanna see everyone but Barb panic)

Hi Anon! Thanks for your patience while I worked on this!

This was a little tough for me since I’ve never been pregnant 🤣 I hope this is some of what you were looking for!

Edit: I wrote some of this for the formerly Undateables, check it out here.

Belphegor

*Existential Crisis Ensues*

After the events of Chapter 16…. Oof.

He didn’t know but damn does that stoke his grief to be red hot and blistering once again.

When he recovers enough to pledge himself to caring for you, he builds the best nest to sleep in.

You never have a restless night with him making sure there are enough pillows to support your stomach or under your back and blankets for whether you are hot or cold.

Going into labor: For once not sleepy. He is a demon on a mission. Once he gets you to where you need to be, he collapses for some rest and earns a bed next to yours.

Beelzebub

“Baby?”

He was not aware, he innocently thought the weight was just because you were eating with him more.

He went to Lucifer first to get some guidance, he’s already starting to worry.

He’s very gentle with you from then on, offering a helping hand wherever you may be going. You’d have to remind him that you’re still sturdy enough to walk otherwise he would carry you everywhere.

The best at dealing with food cravings because he has them too! He even opens your eyes to weird food combinations that surprisingly work well.

Going into labor: Poor baby, and not the one coming out of you. He loses his appetite as you tell him what’s happening.

Asmodeus

“Baby!?”

He didn’t know but he’s excited!? A baby ‘you’ would be so cute!

He definitely knows all the tricks for moisturizing to minimize stretch marks, massages to relieve tension, and foot rubs for swollen feet.

Almost immediately starts buying baby clothes and planning baby photoshoots.

You do have to tell him a few times that what he’s doing is too much and you’re too tired. He respects that but he won’t stop trying.

Going into labor: I feel like Asmo would have a bullhorn ready to go yelling at people to get out of your way. It’s much more embarrassing but he’s doing his best.

Satan

You know the surprised face he makes with a hand on his chest, yeah that.

He has a vague idea about human pregnancy and labor, I can’t imagine it didn’t come up in any of his readings but he looks into it further now.

Surprisingly, he handles the mood swings the best, probably because he’s been through it with his anger. He gets it.

Satan is very thoughtful and considerate. Orders you decaf tea when you go out to his favorite coffee shop and offers to pay for any baby books if you express a need.

You absolutely change his world when you let him feel the baby kicking. That’s when it took a whole new meaning to him, this was life.

Going into labor: You probably told him your birth plan so he knows where to take you and what you need just from memory.

Leviathan

Frozen in place until it finally registers, “What?”

Really awkward around you for the rest of the day.

Furiously does research that night, scouring the internet for as much as he can digest about humans’ pregnancy and babies. He finds some really obscure complications and issues and then he’s scared for you.

The next day he’s watching you nonstop. You ask him what’s wrong, he says nothing but continues staring.

With his Akuzon account, anything you could need he can get in less than a day, just say the word.

Going into labor: Probably running away, I’m sorry if you thought he was going to be helpful with that.

Mammon

“B-b-b-b-baby?”

Whether you two have been intimate or not, he’s still sweating and counting on his fingers to try to figure out if he’s somehow the father.

He goes to Lucifer, “Hey! Did ya know about this?” And just motions to the whole of MC.

He steals borrows a baby book from Satan and starts spouting random facts to prove he’s knowledgeable. “A woman’s uterus will expand about 500 times its original size during pregnancy.” Thanks, Mammon.

Was he attached to your hip before? Yes. Is he even more so now? Also yes.

Going into labor: Confused but he got the spirit. He definitely thought the baby was going to be born right there if you pushed it out so he’s yelling “Don’t push MC! Keep it in!”

Lucifer

The only one of the brothers that actually knew you were pregnant as it was in your file/application for the exchange program.

Still kind of offended you took that tone with him but may start to worry about you more.

He already has a soft spot for you so you could ask him for anything and he’d do or get whatever you need.

I think he would know the most about human pregnancy since he probably had to prepare in advance to present the idea to Diavolo.

If you want a special treat, definitely have him feel the kicking baby. The warmth and love on his face is 100% worth it.

Going into labor: Obviously, the most together to handle the situation but the flashes of worry and concern in his movements and reminds you that he’s not unmoved and even the Avatar of Pride can get flustered.

#obey me #obey me mammon #obey me lucifer #obey me leviathan #obey me asmodeus #obey me satan #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me headcanons #tw: pregnancy

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sentinelpri · 2 years

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Could you do "bots-cons reaction to periods"? Like, their S/O is going through theirs and is quite painful, mine are, and they go through the spectrum of being mindblow (like when Sari told Oppy from where babies come from) to mild horror and all that, cause to a robotic race the concept of a period must be quite alien to them, and are especially worried for their S/O who is in pain and is going through the usual negative symptoms of a period. How do they help them?

Thank you!

Anon... This is so GOOD. Big brain energy here. Here's some headcanons for you <3

Optimus Prime: He’s all blushy when you explain the reason why periods happen and how they work and all, but he isn’t especially grossed out or horrified. Cybertronians have some pretty gnarly anatomy things as well, he doesn’t care, he’s just concerned about you and your well-being. He hates when your periods come around because it means you’re usually uncomfortable if not in pain. He just cuddles you and does whatever he can to make you feel better, and he’s great to be around as he doesn’t exaggerate your bad moods when you’re on it.

Ratchet: He already knows what periods are. One of the first things he did after coming to earth was study human anatomy to get the basics down in case he ever needed to help anyone/came across injured humans, plus he needs to know basic human health things if he’s going to be around Sari as much as he is. He gets good at tracking yours and making sure that you’re fully equipped with everything you need; hygiene products, heating pads, medications, water, food, etc. Aside from attending to those physical needs, he pretty much treats you the same as usual unless you ask otherwise.

Prowl: He doesn’t know what periods are but isn’t too phased when you explain them. Just an organic thing, right? It makes sense; you reproduce differently, of course your reproductive anatomy is a lot different and has different motions that it goes through to make sure you’re healthy and whatnot. Still, he does think it sounds uncomfortable and painful, so he tries to be as comforting as possible during it, urging you to relax instead of overworking yourself and running hot baths/showers for you as well as making you your food/drinks so you stay well fed and hydrated. If you get upset at any point during it, he drags you to meditate with him to calm down.

Bumblebee: He’s more confused than horrified when you explain it. Even if you put it in simple terms, he doesn’t... Quite understand. Still, he understands that you’re literally dripping blood from your body and having serious cramps and headaches for a week or so once a month, and that sounds like it sucks, so he tries to be a really good partner during that time. Most of your shared time together during it is spent lounging on the couch with you laying on top of him, him feeding you your favorite snacks.

Bulkhead: He’s straight up horrified. There’s blood pouring out of you? Like, constantly? No, he doesn’t care how much or how little, the fact that it’s happening at all is crazy. How does that work? How are you not bawling your eyes out in pain? He really doesn’t want you to go to work, school, or anything. He’s overly doting, not wanting you to lift so much as a finger- let him do everything and take care of you, he says.

Jazz: He’s pretty neutral about the period itself. Bodily function, right? Perfectly normal, he’s seen humans do grosser things- like putting anchovies on pizza or putting gum under tables, and it’s not like you can help it anyway. Jazz ends up treating you just the same as usual, but if you need help with anything, just let him know and he’ll get it for you.

Sentinel Prime: He thinks it’s disgusting, to be honest. It’s like if energon was just... dripping out of him constantly... Yuck. Still, you’re his significant other and he’s a little softer for you than he is for most others, so he tries to be kind- after all, it’s not like he’s knee deep in blood, right? Really, all he does is treat you the same as usual, might try to go buy you pad or tampons if you need them and don’t want to get out to get them but he most definitely buys the wrong size because he doesn’t understand how the sizing system works.

Ultra Magnus: He honestly doesn’t give a shit. He’s met alien organics who can turn their bodies inside out, what’s a bit of blood? He’s more sensitive than usual when you’re on your period and there at your beck and call when he’s not working. He gets you the best blankets and pillows to sleep on, heating or cooling pads, whatever you need- and he’s the first to get up and do laundry if any blood leaks onto your clothes or the bedsheets.

Megatron: He’s seriously concerned that you’re dying or something every time you get on your period even though you’ve explained it to him time and time again. He’s by your side literally every second that you’ll let him be, giving you everything you need; food, drinks, massages, medicines, etc. It’s a little much, to be honest, but the sentiment is nice... Lots of “how are you feeling, baby? doing okay?”. If your cramps are too bad, he’ll just hold you and let you cry while the two of you wait them out.

Starscream: He’s a mixture of horrified and disgusted when you explain to him what a period is and that you have them. He doesn’t want to hear about it, though if it makes you feel better to vent about cramps, headaches, inconveniences, mood swings, etc., he’ll sit and listen while rubbing your bag or cuddling you.

Blitzwing: All three personalities handle it differently. Icy is surprised but not judgmental or anything, allowing you to use him as a cooling pack when necessary. He doesn’t really acknowledge it too much when it’s happening. Hothead is mad that you have to go through something so horrible and painful sounding! He lets you use him as a heating bad and is actually angry at your body for making you have cramps that hurt so bad. Random says he thinks it’s ‘cool’ (AKA he thinks it’s interesting that your body has such a function) but is always there to make you laugh or preoccupy you with something else when your cramps are bothering you.

Lugnut: Hates to hear that you have to go through something that sounds so horrible and gross when you’re so beautiful and sweet. He makes sure you’re as comfortable as you can be, getting all of the supplies you need and poking anything that annoys you during the week off the face of the planet.

Shockwave: He’s more interested in the anatomy/science aspect of it than anything. Your body does what? Why? How? When? You can predict them and stop them with certain medicines? There’s apps for it? Different products to make it easier? How interesting... When you express that it puts you in pain and you have multiple symptoms, though, as many questions as he asks and as curious as he is, he’s still careful to be kind and doting towards you during it.

Swindle: He thinks it’s pretty gnarly. There’s surgery that can make it stop? Do you want him to pay for that? No? Birth control can make it stop? Do you want him to pay for that? No? Okay, he doesn’t get how you can handle such a thing, but if you can handle it, you can handle- humans with female anatomy are shockingly durable and resilient, he thinks. He doesn’t know what to do most of the time and just buys you the nicest most expensive products he can.

Lockdown: He doesn’t think it’s gross or gruesome or anything, as he’s done a lot of botched surgeries and killings in his day. He’s seen organic corpses, Cybertronian corpses, removed organs, removed mods and parts, he isn’t really phased by anything, let alone the thought of a little period blood. He does understand that it can be painful, though, and tries to be a soothing presence, cuddling you a bit more and bringing you whatever food you’re craving.

Blackarachnia: She’s shocked and horrified. How come it’s only the humans with the female anatomy that go through that, she asks. Then when you tell her, she complains that it’s unfair and that all of the humans should have to suffer through it if any are going to. During your period, she treats you the same as usual, but she is a little more understanding when you get snappy or complain about your cramps being bad.

Wasp: His first instinct is to think that it’s pretty freaky that the human body can do that without dying but also to be upset that you’re in pain from it. During the week that you’re on your period, he’s especially sensitive as to not trigger your mood swings and ensures that you’re well-taken care of and doted on, but he’s really awkward about it and gets flustered any time you mention the specifics.

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jxsatlas · 3 years

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍 ⇢ keith kogane, ch. 1

keith kogane x gn! reader – next

DISCLAIMER! this story does not originally belong to me, the author is @MaddieWolf37 on Wattpad. i have simply received permission to rewrite and continue her story. go and check out her profile for the original version!

SYNOPSIS! a story in which you are thrown into the middle of an intergalactic space war and have the undesirable weight of being a symbol of peace dropped on your shoulders. but maybe if you look past the constant danger and endless fighting, there's some good to being a paladin of voltron.

MATURE CONTENT! swearing, violence, gore, war, graphic descriptions, mentions of self-harm

"Galaxy Garrison flight log 5-11-14," Lance announces, "Begin descent to Kerberos for a rescue mission."

He shoves the yoke forward and the aircraft takes a steep dive. You plant your feet to help fight against the inertia. You give him a sharp glare as the aircraft steadies out.

"Ugh, Lance, can you keep this thing straight?" Hunk whines from the back.

You look over your shoulder and recognise the nauseated expression on his face all too well. Last semester, there was a girl on your team that didn't do too well with excessive motion and often got sick.

Lance brushes him off. "Relax Hunk, I'm just getting a feel for the stick," he says with a lazy grin, which quickly turns mischievous. "It's not like I did this, or this!" Lance jerks the aircraft side to side, making Hunk feel worse.

"Knock it off, Lance," you warn from your chair next to him. You reach up above you and press a few buttons in hopes of stabilising the aircraft out after Lance's little joke.

"Yeah, listen to [y/n] unless you wanna wipe beef stroganoff out of all the little nooks and crannies of this thing," Hunk groans angrily.

"We've picked up a distress signal!" Pidge says from his seat in the back.

"Alright, time to quit our bickering and get serious," you say, doing your own little thing to accommodate for the lower altitude while Lance flies the aircraft.

"Pidge, track the coordinates," Lance says with a roll of his eyes at your comment.

Pidge does so, typing away on the computer. The aircraft gives a large rumble and Hunk groans again.

"Knock it off, Lance! Please!" he whines, his face all scrunched up in discomfort.

"Oh, that's on you buddy," Lance says sharply. "We got a hydraulic stabiliser out."

Hunk nods and goes to fix it, but when the aircraft shakes again he gags. "Oh no."

"Oh no, fix now, puke later," Lance growls.

So much bickering... you think to yourself with a sigh.

"I lost contact!" Pidge says. "The shaking is interfering with our sensors."

Lance looks over his shoulder at Hunk. "Come on, dude!"

"Sorry, it's not responding," Hunk says and unfastens his safety belt. He carefully gets up and makes his way over to the gearbox to see what's up.

"Coordinates are back," you say, seeing the blue dot on the dash.

"Nevermind Hunk," Lance says.

"No, he still needs to fix it," you say. "We can't properly fly this thing if a hydraulic stabiliser is out."

"Whatever," Lance rolls his eyes, "Preparing for approach on visual."

"I don't think that's advisable, given our current mechanical..." Pidge warns, trailing off when he hears Hunk gag again. "...and gastrointestinal issues..."

"Agreed!" Hunk says, not before quickly emptying his stomach into the gearbox with the unsavoury sounds of food chunks and liquid hitting the metal. You cringe, not liking the sound, and hope he's okay.

"Stop worrying," Lance says dismissively.

"No, they're right," you say firmly as you place your attention on Lance now. "We should wait before we do anything."

"Nah, this baby can take it! Can't ya champ?" Lance coos and pats the dash. The aircraft rumbles again and he retracts his hand with a sheepish look. "See? She was nodding!"

"That wasn't nodding Lance," you deadpan. "Now listen to us and wait."

"I'm the one flying this thing, aren't I?" Lance asks. "So I'm in charge, and that means what I say goes!"

"Excuse you, we're both flying this thing," you argue.

Ignoring you, Lance turns to Pidge. "Pidge, hail down on them and let them know their ride is here," he says.

Knowing that you're now doomed, you keep your mouth shut and wait for the inevitable failure of the simulation. You can already see it, the big, bold, red letters appearing on the dash.

And when Lance flies towards an overhang, tilting the plane as much as he can in a sad attempt to thread through the little hole rather than going over or around, you know this is where you fail.

Lance doesn't make it. The wing gets torn off, the alarms blare, and the aircraft pummels to the ground. The dash goes black and those red letters you were anticipating appear without hesitation.

Simulation Failed.

The first failure on your school record.

You toss your head back and sharply exhale, frustration building up in you. "Nice going," you grumble and look at Lance through the corner of your eye.

He catches your gaze and glares at you. "Oh, shut up," he growls.

The four of you sit in silence for a second, you and Lance glaring at each other, before an instructor opens the door and beckons you to come out.

Reluctantly, you all unfasten your safety belts and crawl out of the aircraft. You then mentally prepare yourselves for the lecture about how you are all failures to come.

You, Lance, Hunk, and Pidge line up before the Commander, avoiding his scowling gaze.

"Let's see if we can't use this complete failure as a lesson for the rest of you," Commander Iverson's voice booms angrily. He's not at all impressed with your behaviour. "Can anyone point out the mistakes these so-called cadets made during the simulator?"

"The engineer puked in the main gearbox!" a boy from the back of the group of students shouts out. Iverson nods and turns to Hunk.

"Yes. Everyone knows vomit is not an approved lubricant for engine systems," Iverson sharply criticises Hunk. He turns back to the students. "What else?"

"The comms-spec removed his safety harness," a girl points out.

"The pilot crashed!" another shouts.

Iverson nods, approving of all the answers given. "And worst of all, the whole jump they're arguing with each other," he growls and turns to the four of you once more.

You keep your gaze on the ground shamefully.

"The Galaxy Garrison exists to turn young cadets like you into the next generation of elite astro-explorers," Iverson lectures. His hands are on his hips as he looks down at you. "But these kinds of mental mistakes are exactly what caused the lives of the men on the Kerberos Mission."

In your peripherals, you notice Pidge clench his fists at his sides and scrunch his nose up in anger. You fully turn your head to him when he takes a bold step towards the Commander.

"That's not true, sir!" he barks.

Iverson looks at him and glares. "What was that, young man?" he growls.

Lance quickly slaps a hand over Pidge's mouth and pulls him back in line. "Sorry, sir! He must've hit his head when he fell!" he says, smiling sheepishly in a sad attempt to cover up his fear. His hand gets tighter over Pidge's mouth, almost as if he's asking the ginger what the hell is wrong with him.

With Lance speaking up, Iverson's attention is now pinpointed on him. He takes a few steps closer to Lance, his intimidating figure making your brother cower back a bit.

"I hope I don't need to remind you that the only reason you're here," he growls, his tone of voice menacing and powerful, "is because the best pilot in your class had a disciplinary issue and flunked out."

Lance drops his gaze down to the floor, a look of dejection taking over his face.

"Don't follow in his footsteps," Iverson warns. He stares Lance down a bit before abruptly turning to you. "And you!" he barks.

Your entire body freezes up and your eyes wearily follow him as he stops in front of you now. Your heart sinks down to your gut.

"I expected better of you."

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You returned to your dorm at the end of the day with a cloud over your head.

You grumble about the day's events as you aggressively tug your shirt over your head. You really wish you could pinpoint the source of your frustration. Are you mad at my brother? Your team? Or yourself?

You toss your clothes on the floor and pull out some track shorts and a hoodie from your dresser. Getting dressed in your pajamas for the rest of the night, you try to sort out your emotions.

"Stop mumbling to yourself," your roommate says from her bed.

You turn to her. "Ah, sorry," you say. "I didn't realise I was talking out loud..."

"If you're that mad at your brother why don't you just punch him?" she asks. You blink, surprised she actually heard you.

"I'm not violent like you," you say with a sigh. "Besides, I don't even know if I'm mad at him specifically."

"Eh, I would punch him either way," your roommate shrugs. "It's a good way to alleviate your stress."

You roll your eyes. "I alleviate my stress by sleeping."

Your roommate laughs. "Ain't that the truth?" she jests. "How many times have you taken a nap between classes this week?"

You stare at her with a blank expression for a moment before picking your clothes up and off of the ground. "I'm not answering that," you say and toss them into the hamper.

You and your roommate pause when there's a knock on the door. You look at her and she looks at you.

She raises her hands up. "And I'm not answering that," she says.

You roll your eyes and grab one of the dirty articles of clothing you tossed into the hamper and throw at her without any remorse. She yelps in fear and disgust as you walk to the door with a smirk on your face.

"Don't throw your nasty underwear at me!" she barks and she pinches the panties between her thumb and index finger, tossing them as far away from her as possible.

You cackle and open the door. Your laughter cuts short when you're suddenly face to face with your brother. Hunk stands behind him.

"What are you doing in the girls' dorm?" you ask, but then take the opportunity you just created for yourself to tease your dear elder brother. You think of it as a bit of revenge for crashing the simulator. "Visiting someone?"

Lance rolls his eyes. "Heh, I wish," he sighs. "But no. We're thinking about hitting the town tonight! You know, for some team bonding?"

"Who is it?" your roommate calls to you.

"Lance and Hunk," you say over your shoulder at her.

"Punch him!" she shouts back.

"No!" you hiss and turn back to your brother.

"I don't like your roommate," Lance comments under his breath.

"Neither do I," you joke.

"I heard that!" your roommate barks.

"No you didn't!" you ready. But getting the feeling that she's going to keep interrupting, you push Lance out of your way and step into the hall with him and Hunk. You then close the door and give the boys your full attention.

"So, you're gonna come with us?" Lance asks.

"I don't know," you say with uncertainty in your tone. You cross your arms. "It's past curfew and I don't really think you have off-campus privileges..."

"That doesn't matter," Lance waves his hand dismissively. "Iverson wants us to bond as a team, so why don't we listen to him for once?"

"I'm not feeling that adventurous," you say.

"What? Why not? It'll be fun!" Lance cajoles.

"Lance, your idea of fun always ends up with you and me in the principal's office," Hunk reminds. "Don't drag your little sibling into it."

"Hunk has a point," you say. "I don't want to get in trouble again. I had my filling for today."

"Since when were you a goodie-two-shoes?" Lance asks in a somewhat offended tone.

"Since I got a scholarship here?" you quirk an eyebrow at him.

"Who are you and what have you done with my sibling?" Lance says as he gives you a look of utter betrayal, as if you were some alien.

You roll your eyes. "I'm not too keen on losing something like that because I went along with your dumb shenanigans," you sigh.

"Please, the max punishment for something like this is just a weekend detention with old man Brechin," Lance says and a mischievous grin spreads on his face. "That is, if you get caught."

You bite your lip, looking away in thought. Team bonding sounds very appealing after what happened today, but are you willing to risk your scholarship? You don't know if you can lose it because of a simple detention. The Galaxy Garrison is a government program, which means they are pretty strict.

"Do you really need to think about it?" Lance asks with raised eyebrows. "Don't tell me you're scared!"

His words irk you immensely.

You snap your gaze up to him. Is he serious? You aren't scared. Why would you be scared of sneaking out?

You silently walk back into your dorm and quickly throw a bra on, some socks, and your shoes.

"Where are you going?" your roommate asks as she watches you scramble about the room with a sense of purpose all of a sudden.

"Team bonding," you say, now tying the laces of your shoes.

"This late? Are you sure?" she asks.

"All common sense in me left the moment Lance basically called me a scaredy-cat," you say bluntly.

"Well, have fun," your roommate says.

You give her a small salute as you walk out of the dorm. "I'll be back by morning."

"Alright, see ya!"

You close the door and turn to Lance and Hunk expectantly. "Well?"

Lance gives you a cocky grin, proud of his persuasion skills. You suddenly consider your roommate's suggestion for a second.

"We need to go grab Pidge," Lance says. "It won't be team bonding if someone's missing. You gotta have everybody."

You shrug, doubting Pidge will join.

Lance takes the liberty of leading the way to the boys' dorm, you and Hunk following closely behind. You expertly dodge the officers patrolling the halls making sure students are in their dorms like ninjas on a stealth mission.

As Lance rounds a corner, he suddenly stops and back peddles quickly. He peeks around the corner and watches whatever is on the other side. Curious, you and Hunk sneak up close to Lance and peek as well.

Pidge steps out of his room, a backpack swung over his shoulders. He checks his surroundings before closing the door and running off.

You, Lance, and Hunk share a look. You all then telepathically agree to follow the small boy. Once again, Lance takes the lead.

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