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psychedelic-ink · 11 months

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𝐅𝐚𝐫 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞

pairing: dbf!ellaria sand x plus size!f!reader x oberyn martell, ellaria sand x oberyn martell

genre: smut, modern au, hurt/comfort, minors dni

word count: 7.2k

summary: Wanting to get away from it all for a while, your dad suggests that you go and stay with his friend in the city; Ellaria Sand. It's been a hot while since you last saw her and you must admit, you have a bit of a crush on the older woman. What you don't expect, however, is to find an equally charming stranger staying with her as well.

warnings: threesome, age gap (reader being in her late twenties), weed use, dirty talking, body insecurities (weight related), piv, oral sex (male and female), praise kink, light bdsm dynamics, subdrop, aftercare, squirting (but like very non explicit squirting as ironic as that sounds dfvdv), use of petnames (little one, pet, good girl), no use of y/n, both ellaria and oberyn are mentioned to be polyamourus, edging

a/n: this is hella indulgent and an idea I've had since September but never actually gotten around writing it. However, while I was taking a nap the idea suddenly consumed me and I had to pause everything else to sit down and write it. Enjoy the filth, there's so much going on ❤️‍🔥

**dividers by @firefly-graphics 💜

You’re anxious as you wait for the door to open in front of you. It’s been a rough couple of months—years, actually. You feel suffocated by the world around you and yourself. Every day is another battle. You hate to admit it but you’re just so tired of fighting. There’s a constant weight on your chest that doesn’t seem to go away no matter what you do. Which led you to the doorsteps of your dad’s friend, Ellaria Sand.

The idea had came from your dad. Noticing your troubles fitting in, he recommended you go and visit her. You were more than eager to oblige. You loved her company, she had an aura about her that just made you feel welcome. Talking to her came easy since she did most of it, and when you had something to say, she would actually listen.

While you’re thinking about all of this, you’re trying very hard to ignore the fact that you might have a teeny-tiny crush on the older woman. However you’re ready to make the argument that it’s not your fault, she was just too charming—who wouldn’t have a crush on her?

Ellaria’s excitement mimics your own as she opens the door. With a wide smile, she wraps her arms around you and drags you inside.

“How was the trip?” she asks excitedly. “I hope it wasn’t too much trouble.”

“Of course not, I like traveling,” you answer. “Thank you for having me by the way. How are you?”

“Oh, pretty much the same. Nothing new.” she helps you with your luggage and you follow her to the spare bedroom. “Also I forgot to mention on the phone but a friend of mine will be visiting and staying with us as well. Is that okay?”

“Why wouldn’t I be,” you say with a leveled voice. “Does the mystery guest have a name?”

As you step into the room, she turns to you, still smiling.

“His name is Oberyn.”

For your first night, you weren’t expecting to get high on the couch with Ellaria, yet here you are, your chest full of cannabis as your head rests over her lap.

“So who is this guy?” you ask as she places the joint between your lips. You feel the warmth of her fingers. “A boyfriend or something?”

“Or something.”

You draw your brows together, confused, “What does that mean?”

“It means my sweet flower,” she answers slowly, dragging her knuckles up your heated cheek. “We’re together but we both agree that the pleasure of the world is too many to limit ourselves to one person.”

“You’re in an open relationship?” you take a deep drag from the joint, your lungs expanding with smoke.

“We’re both polyamorous.”

“Wow, lucky,” you say with an envious tone. She quirks an eyebrow yet her smile continues on to be a humorful one. You stammer with your words. “I-I mean, it’s lucky that you found each other. Must be nice having the same ideals as someone.”

She nods, placing the blunt back between her lips, “It is.”

“Is he nice to you?”

You’re not quite sure what prompts you to as that. First of all, it feels way too personal of a question to be asking your father’s friend. Even though Ellaria has spoken about her sexual relationships before, it still feels like your might be crossing an invisible line. A fog settles over your mind, loosening your tongue. You’re fascinated by functioning relationships. You’re fascinated by the idea of two people actually being understanding and caring towards each other—as ridiculous as that may sound. You haven’t had the best experiences when it came to partners, most of them going into it with hopes of changing who you are, so anytime you see two people actually liking each other’s company you can’t help but want to pull out a camera and record everything.

Ellaria blows smoke toward your face, the warmth of it ghosting over your skin like a summer breeze.

“He is. I wouldn’t really be with him if he wasn’t.” she pinches your cheek. “You have a weird look on your face.”

“Oh,” you answer dumbly. “Sorry.”

“I’m just worried. Your father didn’t really say anything other than you really needed a break.”

“I guess I’m just a bit lonely.”

“Well,” she says and reaches towards the ashtray to snuff out the blunt. “If that’s the case you came to the right place. You can stay as long as you want to.” before you can say anything, she starts rolling another one and a loud knock echoes across the dimly lit apartment.

“Ah, that must be Oberyn.”

Begrudgingly, you remove yourself away from her lap and watch Ellaria make her way toward the door. She’s wearing an orange dress, the color warming her skin. You can’t help the way your gaze drops to her behind, the soft fabric hugging her curves delicately.

With a noise, you hurriedly snap your eyes away. It’s not the time to be ogling her like a piece of meat.

No matter how good she looks.

You weakly attempt to collect yourself when Ellaria returns with a tall man in tow. As you get up, you stagger a bit but manage to immediately keep yourself upright by holding on to Oberyn’s outstretched hand. His smile is kind, and the kindness reaches the depth of his eyes. Though you also see a hint of curiosity in them. His palm is searing against yours and his fingers are long and nice-looking, you spot a stylish golden ring on his thumb.

A bit scared, and a bit excited, you meet his gaze. He’s quite handsome. In fact, you believe you might be in the presence of the most attractive two people in the city. His facial hair is neatly trimmed, framing his jawline which in return gives it an even more sharper look.

While you two remain hand in hand, Ellaria makes the introductions. Oberyn’s thumb smooths down your inner writs. A shiver rolls down your spine. “It is very lovely to meet you,” he says earnestly.

“Likewise.”

Oberyn picks up the unlit joint Ellaria had left on the coffee table before she went to greet him. You see a faint sparkle in his eyes. “You two were smoking?” he asks, turning to Ellaria.

“To relax the nerves, my love,” she answers with a playful smile. “Help yourselves, I’ll be back in a minute.”

You feel as if someone poured cold water over your head, “Maybe I can help?” you take a step forward, intent on following her to wherever she was going—which you assume is the kitchen. But she stops you with the raise of her hand.

“Please, I’ll be right back. In the meanwhile you two get acquainted.”

A second later it’s just you and Oberyn alone in the living room. He seems unbothered and lights the joint as he takes a seat. There’s a certain air of expertise and elegance in whatever he does. He pats the cushion next to him, “Sit.”

You sigh softly, collapsing next to him. He flicks the lighter and leans towards the tiny flame, his eyes fixed on the empty threshold. He takes two quick exhales, the tip of the joint burning a bright orange. Smoke pours from the corners of his lips. You’re mesmerized by the sight of him. Shadows dance over his face, giving him a dark look.

“How do you two know each other?” he asks, snapping you away from your thoughts.

You blink, momentarily lost in his gaze, before extending your hand to take another drag from the joint. Your fingers feel slightly numb as you bring it to your lips. "She's a friend of my dad's," you explain, your voice barely above a whisper. "We've known each other for a while."

Oberyn nods, his fingers gently brushing the back of your neck, sending tingles down your spine. Your breath catches in your throat, and you find yourself leaning closer to him, drawn to him like a moth to a flame.

“What about you?” you ask, hating the way your voice trembled.

A soft smile plays on his lips. His thumbs continue their soothing caress on the back of your neck, tracing delicate patterns that send a shiver of pleasure through your body.

"She walked into my lecture one day," Oberyn begins, his voice carrying a hint of nostalgia. "I was talking about the ancient civilizations of Essos, and there she was, her eyes filled with curiosity. After the lecture, she approached me with such confidence, asking questions that sparked my own curiosity. I learned that she was an artist and she was lacking inspiration. She thought a trip to the past would spark something in her." he says blissfully. “And spark it did.”

“You’re a professor?”

He hums, elevated by your intrigue, “Yes, but I do prefer excavating and traveling to new sites.” he explains, his voice tinged with a hint of longing. "It's much more freeing, rather than being trapped between four walls."

His words wash over you like a gentle caress, and you find yourself leaning into his touch, craving more of his warmth. The joint burns low between your fingers, forgotten for a moment. With a jolt of panic, you extend it back to him.

Oberyn's voice lowers even further, a velvet murmur that tickles your ear. "She's a remarkable woman, isn't she? So full of life and passion."

A soft sigh escapes your lips as you find yourself nodding, captivated by the combination of his words and the tender touch of his thumbs on your skin. "Yes, she is," you reply.

“You like her,” Oberyn says, a statement, rather than a question. You’re horrified by the implication of it. Your lips part and close, words failing to come out. His sudden burst of laughter makes you jump. “Do not look so worried, I’m not here to judge you. I appreciate anyone who sees her for the gorgeous woman that she is.”

His fingers find purchase under your chin, he lifts your gaze, dark eyes boring into yours. You forget how to breathe. With a soft smile, Oberyn brings the joint to his lips and takes a deep inhale, You can hear the sizzle of it, and feel the heat that radiates from the crimson tip. Your lips part by instinct, he leans closer.

Oberyn fills your lungs with delicious smoke. Your lips never touch, yet you swear you can feel them pressed together. He breathes life into you and when it’s all done, he licks himself deep into your mouth. Pressing deeper, Oberyn flattens his tongue against yours and nips your bottom lip. Sweat drips from your spine and gathers at your tailbone. His hands affectionately cradle your face, inhaling you one last time, he breaks the kiss.

You’re a panting mess, your lips tingling for more.

“Take off your clothes.”

Your eyes go wide, “I—Excuse me what?” slightly inching forward, you stare into his eyes. “Ellaria is right down the hall, wouldn’t it be. . . rude?”

That sparks an amused chuckle from him. “You’re adorable,” he muses. “I promise you that she wants this as much as I do.”

“She. . . does?”

“Ellaria adores you. She also enjoys sharing her favorite things with the one’s that she cares for,” his fingers curl around your throat and you swallow. Oberyn tilts your head to the side. “Now, let me see you.”

And this is the part where your insecurities make an ugly appearance. You avert your gaze, hugging yourself while Oberyn continues to stare. You want to do this. You absolutely do, if the slick gathering in your underwear is any indication, but it’s still hard for you to believe that he wants to.

You feel the bite of his nails and bring your gaze back to him. You’re not sure what does it, but you find yourself scrambling off of the couch. You don’t see not one ounce of a lie in those eyes—you only see lust and intrigue. Besides, you came here to loosen up, what better way is there to do that than making out with a handsome stranger?

When you’re left only in your bra and underwear, Oberny pulls you to his lap and you let out a soft gasp. He unclasps your bra and throws it over the small pile of clothes you had left behind, leaving you only in your, visibly soaked, panties.

“Oberyn. . .”

You jolt at the soft lilt of Ellaria’s voice. You stiffen over the older man’s lap, not knowing what to do. With a smile, he draws soothing circles over your thighs.

Ellaria takes a seat next to you two. You’re too flustered to look at her but despite not looking, you see the delicate curl of her lips.

“She’s too beautiful not to touch,” Oberyn drags his nose down your neck, and you smile giddily. Your heart beating a mile a minute. “Don’t you agree with me, Ellaria?”

Her tongue swiping over her bottom lip, she reaches out and holds your breast, weighing it with her palm. She brushes a thumb over your pebbled nipple, a soft whine parts your lips. “I do.”

“You think I’m beautiful?”

“Of course, love. Why would I not think you are beautiful?”

You grow silent. Ellaria’s fingers dances along your arm and heat settles in your core. Oberyn, with a curious gaze and a half smile, drags his thumbs down to the soft contours of your stomach rolls and gently pinches. You whine, sticking your bottom lip out, you look away from them both.

“I think I have an idea why she thinks like that,” he hums. Ellaria’s gaze drops to where Oberyn’s hands rest, meaning your stomach. Your cheeks burn. Her eyebrows raised, you feel the weight of her gaze locked onto your face, but still, you refuse to look at her. Or him. “She lives in a cruel world that makes her think she’s anything but desirable. But we see her for what she is.”

“And what’s that?” you mutter, embarrassed to be read so easily. He was right, you never thought of yourself as being desirable, even if you desperately wanted to. There were mornings you just woke up hating yourself, staring into the mirror and poking endlessly at your face and observing every imperfection. You’re tired of it. Tired of thinking of yourself as less. Which is one of the reasons why you came here. Why your dad wanted you to spend time with Ellaria, he knew the woman had ways of making you feel better.

Oberyn's firm yet gentle grasp on your chin draws your attention, anchoring your gaze and shifting your focus solely to him. His smile is wide and predatory, like a snake. You tremble as his hands slide from your stomach to your waist, their scorching touch and commanding presence stirring a primal reaction within you.

“You’re a gorgeous girl,” he answers with a melodic lilt from his sinful tongue. “The type of girl we want to ravish for as long as you’re staying here.”

“If you want to, of course,” Ellaria adds, playfully pinching your nipple. Your eyes flutter closed. The sudden mixture of pleasure and pain makes your skin tingle pleasantly. “Do you, little one?”

You nod. Everything that’s happening feels like a fever dream. The scent of cannabis is still heavy in the air, making you feel soft and slow like molasses. Ellaria’s fingers dance along your nape, nimble fingers sliding into the roots of your hair, she gently tugs. Meanwhile, Oberyn nips at the soft skin of your neck.

“Words, love.” Ellaria commands.

“Yes,” you breathe out, voice shaking. “I want to. . . if you guys want to.”

Oberyn whispers, “Good girl,” against your skin, and a wave of dizziness engulfs you. The two devour with the ways they touch and bite. Ellaria’s lips melt into your own as Oberyn cups both your breasts, kneading the soft mounds.

Kissing Ellaria had been a fantasy you frequently indulged in over the years and you’re pleasantly surprised to realize she tastes like cherries and roses. You have endless memories of slipping your hand between your legs as soon as you were in the privacy of your room. You always had a feeling that she knew. Her gaze too observant, too cunning not to see the thoughts lingering in your head.

Oberyn lowers his head and lifts your breasts to his mouth. He laves his tongue over your nipples hungrily. A wanton moan echoes in the back of your throat, your head falls as you part away from Ellaria. You hear her chuckle. “You taste sweet,” she comments, making you keen. “Despite the smoke Oberyn blew into your lungs.”

“You saw that?”

“You two weren’t exactly being discreet.”

You’re hot all over, embarrassment pouring over you like summer rain. Oberyn doesn’t seem to care, consumed with the taste of your flesh. Your underwear sticks to your folds and you squirm over his lap. The man groans when you brush his length, you feel him twitch through the soft fabric of his sweats. The blood rush is loud in your ears.

He feels. . . big.

“Shit,” you mumble, delving your fingers into his short locks. You tug him closer to your chest and sloppily grind on top of him. You feel the sharpness of his teeth and then—

He bites you.

With a sharp cry you jerk away, your gaze instantly finding Oberyn’s. The man is grinning from ear to ear. Your heart beats wildly against your ribcage. “What was that for?” you gasp, chest heaving.

“It was an affectionate bite,” he teases, then presses his lips over the tiny dents. “Did it hurt?”

“No . . .” you answer, sounding uncertain. “I was just surprised.”

Ellaria rolls her eyes and tugs Oberyn towards her. The man goes willingly, his wicked smile never fading as she crashes their lips together. You see the pink of Ellaria’s tongue slip between Oberyn’s lips. His hands drop, his thumbs digging into the crease between your thighs and hips. You watch wide-eyed at the way the two devour each other. They’re so earnest, so hungry. It makes you ache between your legs and a bit in your heart. While Ellaria licks herself deeper into his mouth, Oberyn guides the roll of your hips.

Suddenly struggling about where to put your hands, you place them on his chest. The fabric of his shirt bunches underneath your fingers. Your eyes roll at the delicious caress of his clothed cock. You want to feel more.

When they part, a string of saliva connects them still. Oberyn grins at her and tilts his head toward you. “She likes the show it seems,” he states.

With a soft smile, Ellaria turns to you. She cups your cheek and smooths her thumb over your heated skin. Your heart soars. She’s so tender, so soft with you. It makes you dizzy. You never thought someone like her would be interested. And you don’t only say this because of your physical insecurities, you just always felt like she would find you too inexperienced. Too young. You always had this unnecessary fear of sounding dumb when you talked with her.

“What are you thinking?” she whispers, coming closer. Her hot breath fans your skin as Oberyn flattens his tongue over your neck, dragging the wet muscle up until his nose is firmly pressed against your jaw.

“I’m thinking that this must be a dream,” you answer. “And I’m thinking how intoxicating you two are.”

Oberyn’s smile is wide as he pulls away, his eyebrows raised. “Look at that, she found her tongue. How delightful.”

Ellaria kisses the right corner of your lips and addresses Oberyn. “You’ll scare her, she’s fragile.”

“I’m not fragile,” you pout. With a laugh, she presses her lips against your jutted lip. “I’m just nervous. . . you know my experiences haven’t been—” You clear your throat, suddenly aware of Oberyn’s eyes on you. “Great.”

“I know, baby. I know.”

Obeyn chimes in, his gaze moving to Ellaria, “What does that mean?”

“Poor girl never came from another hand but her own.”

“Ellaria!”

“Oh?” Oberyn’s eyes bore into your own. It’s so intense that you can’t look away, and honestly, you’re not sure that you want to. He pulls down your bottom lip, dipping his thumb into the seam. “You won’t have to worry about that with us, sweet creature.”

“I’m sure,” you hum, a coy smile playing on your lips. “So can we uh. . . can we take this to the bedroom? I’m not that comfortable on the couch. If that’s okay?”

“Of course,” Ellaria answers. “Besides I hate how this fabric feels against my skin. So the bed is definitely preferred.”

Oberyn, without saying a word, nuzzles your neck before pulling you to your feet. You falter, still a bit dazed. Yet, his arm catches you, keeping you from falling.

“Careful,” he tuts, lips touching your forehead.

Oberyn’s arm never leaves your waist as Ellaria guides the two of you through the hallway of her home. A route you don’t doubt Oberyn has taken many times before.

You aren’t sure what to expect when you enter Ellaria’s room. It’s quite neat, the bed quite big, which doesn’t surprise you in the least.

Ellaria looks at you with a smile, curling her fingers around the elastic of your underwear, she tugs you close. Oberyn looms right behind you, he hadn’t closed the door as he entered. His cock hard and aching, resting between the crease of your clothed ass cheeks. His palms caress the soft mounds, his breath warm and wet against your nape.

You’re suddenly highly aware that you’re the only one practically naked. Noticing this, heat crawls up your chest and curls around your neck. At any moment you expect to wake up in the familiar setting of the guest room, none of this seems real.

“Lay down, Oberyn,” Ellaria’s voice breaks the silence, her eyes never leaving yours as she addresses her lover. “We’ll join you shortly.”

“Hmm,” he kisses your neck, your legs shake in response. “Should I take off my clothes?”

“Yes.”

Oberyn smiles, gives your ass one last firm squeeze, and retreats. And as much as you want to stare at the man in his full naked glory, it’s hard to pull your gaze away from Ellaria. You hear the bed creaking under the man’s weight. Still, you don’t turn to look. Ellaria kneels before you, tugging your underwear along with her. Her hands, despite not being large as Oberyn’s, feels all consuming. They languidly slide above your calves and thighs as she raises to stand on her feet once more.

When she stands, you make a move to take off her garments but she gently pushes your hands back. “You watch,” she says, pulling off the straps of her dress and allowing it to pool at her ankles.

You touch her like art. Soft and slow. Almost as if she wasn’t there. You cup her waist and skim your palm until you reach the side of her breast, in which you hold tenderly under your hand. A soft gasp leaves her and you look at her with shock and amazement. You bend forward, closing your lips around the tender nipple. You swirl your tongue around the areola, her eyes fluttering as she lets out a sigh.

“That’s nice,” she says, looking at you between heavy eyelids. “You don’t need to be shy with us.”

If it were anyone else saying that you wouldn’t have believed them, “I think you’re right,” you whisper, more to yourself rather than her. “You’re sure you don’t mind me being. . . timid?”

Her brows furrow with confusion, her gaze searching your own as your thumb continues to dance over the darker patch of skin. Then you see it, the recognition flashing in her eyes. She might’ve forgotten, but you remember her talking about how much of a bore it was to be with unsure people. Timid, as she had put it. Which is something you’re being right now—you think.

Your eyes find Oberyn’s from above her shoulder. It’s a fleeting moment. But he seems to be eating you both with the darkness of his eyes. Your heart skips a beat. Ellaria’s hand cradles the back of your neck, gently tightening her grip. When your gaze moves back to her, you see that she’s smiling.

“I didn’t mean you when I said that,” she answers. “You lack confidence, there’s a difference. And I doubt you’ll be holding yourself back after regaining it.”

“You don’t think I’m boring?”

“I don’t,” leaning in, she drags her nose over yours, soft lips only an inch away. “Let’s not keep Oberyn waiting.”

When you both turn, you see that Oberyn is softly touching himself. Fingers teasingly moving up and down his impressive length. You clench your teeth, arousal overwhelming every orifice of your body. “How should we do this?” he asks, eyes on Ellaria.

Grinning, she gently nudges your shoulder with her own, you can’t stop staring at Oberyn however. He’s all lean muscle, the extra padding making him look fit. The coarse dark hairs lead a path from his softened stomach to his pulsing cock. Noticing your gaze, he wraps a hand around himself and starts to fuck his fist with hard strokes. He watches with delight at the way you lick your lips when a bead of precome appears on the tip.

“Would you want to taste him?” Ellaria’s lips touch your ear.

An awkward chuckle bubbles from your chest, “Am I being that obvious?”

“Only slightly.”

She guides you to the bed, and you take your place between Oberyn’s legs while Ellaria is more to the side. His hand instantly finds the side of your face, thumb tugging at the corner of your lips as he stares at you with a softened gaze.

“Needy,” he murmurs. “I’m going to enjoy playing with you, little one.”

You feel your pupils physically expanding. Ellaria drags her nails down your scalp, you purr at the sensation. “He likes it when you go slow,” she informs. “Start at the tip and drag your tongue down, he likes being teased.”

With an urge to please, you do exactly as she says. First, you swirl your tongue around the bulbous head, his thighs stiffen, then you flatten your tongue and move down. The moan that comes from him is unfiltered and loud. Slick gushes between your legs.

“Good girl,” he gasps. “You too.”

It takes you a while to understand what Oberyn means. You only become aware that he was addressing Ellaria when the other joins you, licking a stripe up the other side of his length. You moan as you take the head between your lips, meanwhile, Ellaria closes her lips around the base, sucking the delicate skin. A choked out moan parts his lips, not being able to keep still, his hips stutter, forcing you to take more of him. His width spreads your lips wide. Your eyes water and you feel Ellaria’s tongue as she kisses the skin right under your eye.

She replaces your lips with her own. You watch in a dazed manner as she takes Oberyn down her throat with practiced ease. His fingers tangle into her curls when she hollows her cheeks, forcing her head down. The sight alone makes you drip for them both. Now feeling even bold, you meet Ellaria’s lips while she’s sucking on the tip. You swear you see a ghost of a grin when she slips her tongue into your mouth. You taste a mixture of them in your mouth, and your head spins. Not wanting to part away, both of you lower yourselves, taking Oberyn between your lips as your tongues struggle to meet around his cock.

“Fuuuck,” he groans, cock twitching between the pair of lips. You feel his rough fingers moving along your cheek. “You’re doing so well—both of you are,” Ellaria pulls away and winks at you before turning to Oberyn. You take him halfway into your mouth, the tip touching the back of your throat. He makes a sound, burying his head further into the pillows. “If you continue doing that I’m going to come.”

The sound of his voice lights a flame in you, the strokes of your tongue becoming more wild and eager. You swallow around him, over and over, until Ellaria pulls you away.

“Isn’t that a good thing?” you choke out, eyes flitting between the two. “I want you to come,” you then add, jerking him.

“Oh it is,” he answers with a sly smile. “But before that, I want to see you come undone on my tongue. And my cock.”

Ellaria feels you shudder as she traces the line of your spine, “Get on all fours,” she says barely in a whisper.

You do as you’re told. Arousal coils tightly in your stomach, your body burning from the inside out. You’re over-excited. Your breathing coming out in short, rushed pants. Oberyn gets behind you as Ellaria takes Oberyn’s place and pulls you between her delicate thighs. Your one arm instantly curls around one leg as you brace yourself with the other by flattening your palm over the mattress.

Oberyn’s fingers languidly slide down the curve of your ass and slip two of them into your soaking heat with ease. You melt into the touch, your elbow immediately giving way and falling. Without thinking much you kiss the inside of Ellaria’s thighs, sucking and nipping her ample flesh. Oberyn begins to thrust his fingers in and out. Your walls flutter around the digits, your body growing tenses.

“So wet,” he approves. “You must be very excited.”

“F-Fuck, I am,” you whimper, attempting to meet the thrust of his fingers.

He scissors his fingers and curls them, applying pressure to a delicate spot deep inside. A jolt of electricity rushes over you. Your body engulfed in a crackling heat.

“Taste her,” he says. “Aren’t you curious?”

Instead of answering, you meet Ellaria’s gaze before pressing your lips into her cunt. You moan into her, and she draws up her legs, bracketing you between the inside of her thighs. She cradles the back of your head with both hands, guiding you as you drag your tongue between her folds. She tastes fucking delicious. You love this, love giving her pleasure. With a hum, you close your lips around her aching clit and suck. Hard.

Her body jolts, the bed underneath creaking. Oberyn swears from underneath his breath, and you imagine him staring at Ellaria’s debouched face. You bet she looks beautiful. Nudging the bundle of nerves with the curve of your nose, you tease her entrance with your tongue, slowly pushing in.

“And you worried you would be timid,” she croaks out, her back arching as she tugs you closer. “Look at you now, my sweet girl doing such a good job in pleasing us.”

Oberyn’s fingers are replaced with his sinful tongue, heat drips from your spine. Without wanting to, you pull away from Ellaria, moaning loudly between her legs. His tongue delves deeper, kissing your folds and lapping at everything you have to offer. He grazes his teeth and you writhe against him, your lips moving sloppily along the apex of her thighs as you attempt to kiss her.

His tongue feels too damn long. . . he pushes the soft muscle inside, the mild stretch making your stomach roll. Oberyn is much better at this than you are. No doubt about it. Ellaria only watches as the most sinful sounds escape your throat. He fucks you with his tongue and between thrusts, he manages to flick your clit with the pointed tip. It makes you feral. You’re not even sure what you’re doing anymore. You continue to taste Ellaria, albeit much more sloppily compared to before. You catch her gaze whenever the fog in your head lifts, her lips are parted, eyes half-lidded.

“I think you’re ready to take me,” Oberyn says, his voice hoarse.

Before you can answer, Ellaria cups your cheeks, pulling you away from her core. Your chest heaves. She swipes her thumb over your lips, spreading the wetness caused by her cunt. “I want you to pick a word, love.”

“A word?” you cringe internally at how out of it you sound. They haven’t even fucked you yet and you’re already a mess.

“A safeword,” Oberyn explains Ellaria’s words further. His hands grip your love handles and squeeze them tenderly, he pulls you back and you feel the warmth of his cock heavy on your ass.

You think for a minute, your eyes darting around Ellaria’s face and the wall behind her. Your mind is completely empty. Blank. Not even one word comes to mind.

Oberyn licks his lips, “How about that stoplight system? Green for go, yellow for slow down, and red for stop?”

Ellaria’s gaze searches your own, and you nod, “That sounds good.”

“Alright then,” Oberyn purrs, etching closer. He slides his cock between your folds, his hands skimming up your waist. Ellaria continues to hold your face, watching your every expression with interest. Your eyes widen— is she waiting to see your expression when Oberyn enters you? Fuck. Heat blossoms in your chest. “What is your color now?” he asks, hand cupping the back of your neck.

“Green,” you say with a whimper.

Oberyn pushes in inch by inch. He stretches you beautifully, only a hint of pain following while he fills you. Ellaria smiles as your eyes roll back, your lips parting with a guttural sound. He feels so good. So deep. When he’s fully sheathed inside, he waits for you to adjust to his size. Your legs shake. You’re barely keeping yourself together. Ellaria slips her thumb into your mouth and you wrap your lips around her diligently. She hums with approval.

“Does she feel good?” Ellaria asks Oberyn.

“Yes. She feels like she was made for me. Such a perfect hole to fill.”

You shudder, dripping down his cock and the inside of your thighs. “Oh god—” you choke out, your voice thick.

Ellaria releases you when Oberyn rocks his hips impatiently. Your cheek drops to her thigh and with a shaky hand, you bring your fingers to her cunt, slowly slipping two of them inside. You know she wasn’t expecting it when her head snaps back. You can’t help the little smile that graces your lips. Her heat consumes you. Oberyn’s thrusts become faster, harder, sinking deep into your cunt. And with every stroke of his cock, your fingers go deeper into Ellaria.

It’s a beautiful mess.

You’re not sure how thin the walls are, you hope that they’re thick. You mentally apologize to the neighbors if not because none of you are making an effort to keep quiet. Ellaria grinds to meet your fingers, meanwhile, Oberyn’s cock is splitting you into two. His pace is brutal, you feel your skin rippling as his hips snap into you. Honestly, you’re not even trying to move your hand anymore, it’s all Oberyn—So technically, he’s fucking two people at once.

Suddenly you find yourself being shoved into Ellaria’s delectable cunt, Oberyn pushes you down, blunt nails biting into your scalp. With a groan, you once again close your lips around her clit and suck. You swirl your tongue around the sensitive bundle of nerves, then gently —almost fearfully due to the harsh grind of Oberyn’s hips— you graze your teeth.

Ellaria cries out, a sound that takes you by surprise. Between wet eyelashes, you watch as her face contorts in pleasure, her walls squeezing your fingers tight. Her clit throbs against your tongue and just like that, she’s gushing heavily into your mouth. Oberyn’s movements slow, his brutal pace becoming a lazy one as his cock massages your walls. You have a feeling he’s watching her as well.

Noticing that she’s crying out both your names, your pulse quickens.

You pull out your fingers and hold her hips, wet streaks glisten on top of her sun-kissed skin. Burying your mouth deep within her folds, you allow your tongue to lick the remains. Another, more gentle, orgasm washes over her, the cries from before becoming sighs of languid pleasure.

“Good girl,” Oberyn growls, his hand becomes a necklace around your neck and he hauls you up. He shoves his lips against your ear, the tremor of his voice making you tremble. “You know, I’ve never seen her come quite that hard with the others. She must like you a lot, pet.”

fuckfuckfuck

The way he rolls his tongue as he says it, pet—you don’t expect it to affect you that much but it does, your entire body tenses, his cock easing in and out of you even faster thanks to the way you gush around him.

“You like that?”

Shit, he noticed.

“I—I—”

He grabs your chin and clashes your lips in a bruising kiss. Oberyn leaves you breathless, your lungs convulse, burning with the lack of oxygen. You taste a hint of yourself on his tongue.

“Our sweet pet,” he murmurs against your lips. “You’re stunning like this, all fucked out.”

Oberyn kisses you once more then turns to Ellaria with a smile, “I can still taste you on her tongue.”

“I would think so. She was quite thorough,” she teases, her gaze fixed on you.

Ellaria touches herself slowly as Oberyn resumes his brutal pace. Wet noises flood the dimly lit room, Oberyn buries his face where your neck meets your shoulder. You feel the softness of his lips and the sharpness of his teeth. Your loins burn.

Oberyn dangles you on the edge of a cliff. Every time you’re close to your release, he slows his hips into a gentle roll, only to build you up again. Ellaria simply watches, gently drawing tender circles while Oberyn toys with you. Their pet.

“Please,” you beg. “I want to come.”

You sound teary and embarrassed. Oberyn kisses your neck. “You have been good,” he murmurs, eyes moving to Ellaria. “What do you say?”

“Let her come,” she sighs, smiling. “Make it feel good for her, Oberyn.”

Oberyn makes a sound of eager approval. His one hand slips between your legs as the other grasp your breast, keeping your sweat-soaked body flush against him. His fingers draw tight, quick circles around your clit as he presses into you, hips smacking against your flesh over and over.

It doesn’t take you long after that.

Your orgasm hits you like a truck—hell, it hits you like a train. It’s violent, intense. Every muscle grows taut and your skin tingles as if it’s burned. You can’t even cry out properly, your mouth wide in a silent scream. Something warm trickles down your thighs, and if it wasn’t for Oberyn’s constant, steady praise in your ear you would’ve been embarrassed. But instead, you just slump against him. Your body feeling limp as if you might never be able to stand again. He rolls his hips, and each time waves of pleasure wash over you, it’s not as intense, but it feels amazing.

“That’s it,” he rasps. “I’m going to pull out now, okay?”

Your nod is followed by a hiss when he does, the sudden lack of him making you feel empty, and frankly, a little bit sad. However, you don’t get the chance to linger on the feeling as Oberyn guides you toward the empty spot next to Ellaria.

She holds you in a tight embrace, whispering praise into your hair. Oberyn shuffles until he’s behind her, his arm draped over her waist. His cock is still hard and heavy between his legs, glistening with your slick.

You ask weakly to Oberyn, “What about you?”

“Always so thoughtful,” Ellaria purrs. She throws her arm back, pulling Oberyn close by the neck. He kisses a delicate path up that follows the curve of her neck. “You don’t need to worry about him. Just relax. . . and enjoy yourself.”

When Oberyn sinks into her, you understand why Ellaria was so eager to watch your expression.

You stare into the small bathroom mirror above the sink, the light irritating your eyes. You’re fresh out of the shower, naked, still dripping, the drops warm as it slides down your skin. Ellaria’s reflection comes into view, also naked, her hands delicately moving over your body, examing to see if you’re hurt anywhere.

“How do you feel?” she asks, satisfied with her examination.

“I’m fine,” you answer dismissively, still staring at your reflection. You feel detached, your limbs slow and tenderly aching.

Oberyn squeezes a tub of minty toothpaste over the bristles of your brush and holds your chin. Instinctively, you turn to him. He gently pinches your jaw. You open your mouth.

He starts to brush your teeth. This man you just met, this man who just railed the ever-living shit out of you. . . is tenderly brushing your teeth. You taste the mint and without meaning to, you wrinkle your nose. He laughs.

“It’ll be over soon.”

The thing that makes you tear up is how delicate they are with you. It’s unexpected. They don't think you’re invincible just from your looks. They see that you’re broken, see that you want to be taken care of. And they humor you, treating you as you wish to be treated, without you having to say so.

They touch you as if you are a glass rose. It makes your chest ache.

“I think I have ointment somewhere,” Ellaria mutters to herself, turning on her heel and looking over the shelves. “It will soothe your skin.”

The small sniffle you make goes unnoticed by Ellaria but not Oberyn. With a raised eyebrow, he pulls out the toothbrush. “Rinse,” he says simply. He turns on the faucet for you and you fill your mouth with water. You swish it around. Then look to him before doing anything else. “Spit.”

You watch as the foamy water goes down the drain. You straighten back up, watching the reflections that dance in the mirror once more. You feel his eyes on you but you’re too flustered to answer his gaze. Ellaria holds a small container of ointment, when she sees your expression her brows furrow.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you mumble, not truly knowing the answer yourself. Oberyn opens the faucet again and rinses the toothbrush. After placing it back, he brushes his lips over yours, the gesture sparking life back into your body. “I don’t know,” you then say. “It just feels all so nice, I’m not used to. . . I don’t know, sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologize,” Ellaria says, opening the small container. She takes a hefty amount with two fingers and rubs it into the tender skin of your asscheeks. “It’s normal. You haven’t been feeling well lately, and it’s common to feel a bit of a drop after.”

“Is it really?” you ask.

Oberyn answers you instead, “It is. You’ll feel much better when we’re back in bed when you’re between us.”

Ellaria nods and you manage to smile. With a soft chuckle, you shake your head. “You two are too nice to me.”

“The bare minimum shouldn’t be surprising you this much,” Oberyn’s gaze softens. “But we’ll fix that.”

As the two guide you back to the bedroom, you believe they will.

#oberyn martell x reader #oberyn martell x f!reader #oberyn martell x fem!reader #oberyn martell x ellaria sand #oberyn martell x reader x ellaria sand #ellaria sand x reader #ellaria sand x f!reader #ellaria sand x fem!reader #game of thrones fanfiction #got fanfic #oberyn martell fanfiction #pedro pascal character fanfiction #pedro pascal character fanfic #pedro pascal characters

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ratskinsuit · 3 months

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Introduction And Rules and Blah

Feel free to request anything :)

(Drawing above by me)

Hello you can call me Fuse, I go by any pronouns although feminine is preferred. Welcome to my little trash can of chaos.

This blog will mainly contain random chaotic shit I feel like posting at random times, and fanfiction.

‼️🛑THIS BLOG WILL CONTAIN NSFW TOPICS AND STORIES🛑‼️

As per the usual MDNI, I will allow people that are 16+ because by then you should know better and I feel you can handle it more, but it is your own choice to read and interact or not. However if you are younger and do chose to interact I cannot stop you because I am not your mother, and whatever you chose to expose yourself to if you ignore this warning will be your own fault.

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RULES AND SUCH:

No pedos, homophobes, racists, sexists, minors (read warning above) or rapists and stuff like that.

If you request something on my page that is nsfw and I believe your a minor I will ignore it, and if it is confirmed I will block you.

Do not harrass or discriminate to anybody on this blog. (In requests, comments, reposts ect-)

If you break these rules (which there are not many so it won’t be too hard) you will be blocked.

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RULES FOR REQUESTING:

Requests Are Open :)

What I will write:

Smut (Keep in mind I am AroAce so if it is not realistic I am sorry)

Fluff

Angst

Character x Reader

Character x Child!Reader (Platonic)

Character x Reader x Character (Polyamourus)

Any gendered reader

Headcannons

Drabbles

Reader personality traits/habits (such as: Reader is gloomy/optimist, or reader fidgets alot/Has a habit of talking outloud)

What I will not write:

Piss, scat, vomit, vore ect-

Pedophilia

ABDL/Age Regressing (I have nothing against it it’s just not something I really want to write)

Beastiality (With actual animals, hybrids are fine)

Character x Character

Noncon

Yandere

Reader with certain race, ethnicity, religion ect-

Trans readers (I am not transphobic at all, I just personally am not trans so I wouldn’t know how to write it)

Specific details about the readers appearance

No reader disorders (ADHD is fine however)

What I am currently writing for:

Hazbin Hotel (Any character except for children. Will write for Nifty, Mimzy, Emily, o and only MAYBE alastor)

May start for creepypasta but idk

Other info on requesting:

If readers gender is not specified or hinted at, will be set to gn

If type (Heacanons, Drabble, Story) is not specified, I will just do Headcanons + Short Drabble

Feel free to add reader details (listed in what I will do) but I will not do ones that are too specific, I try to be open so everyone can enjoy and see themselves in the reader :)

I do not use the terms “Y/N” or “Reader” in my stories or drabbles because I personally do not like it and feel like it breaks the immersion (Will use reader for headcanons though)

I will usually write things in second person (You, Yourself)

I go in order of when things are requested, so if you requested something and are following the rules, it will be written after eyertging before it.

If you have any questions or concerns relating to what I write, or if you have a request, feel to ask in the ask box and I will get to it soon as possible.

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scarsmood · 5 months

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got here by taking ur threatening wolf uquiz and now im real curious !

what are some examples of mutations? how do mutations look 4 furios? explanation on formas attraction 2 cogmol (y? what does that look like? how does it usually end?)

those r the most pressing 1s i have, sorry if it's overwhelming oo;

i think cogmols r silly 4 being little gay dudes who formas's think r attractive. itty bitty and large <3, me on god.

Hello! Happy to see more people interested in threatening wolves :> always happy to expand on information n stuff :3 so keep asking away!

Lets start with the furios, their mutations range from negative to positive in survivability. Theres a decent chunk of furios who do not survive past ~3 months old because of deformities. Things like a warped skull, odd spine shape, tail kinks, missing bones or to many bones.

The positive mutations can be things like two heads, multiple tails, LOTS of spikes instead of one row (similar to a porcupine) deformed spikes and teeth that are somewhat curly. Thumbs! More fingers! Possibly an extra set of legs but thats been pretty rare. I dont rhink ive ever seen like water breathing or wings. (Thatd be sick) but i have seen twin flames or super strong fire breathe or acid spitting.

So formas attraction I made it more PG for uquiz. Some relationships are like that don't get me wrong. Where the formas lile cogmol and its a little relationship where they take care of anpack. But in certian regions/subspecies its more like cogmol are objects to formas that are basically incubators until they have no use. In which case they're eaten or run out of the pack.

That being said consensual relationships can be very enduring and cute. The cogmol typically helps with foraging and raising pups while formas hunts and gets food though these roles can change depending on the individual skill sets.

With courtship cogmol will do dances at formas to impress them. They have a little mohawk (not pictures in any drawings i had) thats somewhat bright and colorful they use during the dance to catch their attention and not get eaten.

All subspcies of threatening wolves can breed and they seem to be very genetically flexible able to hybridize with a wide array of animals from dragons to wolves to cats. Typically threatening wolves just stick to their species though. Whats interesting about hybrid offspring is say one is a werewolf and the other is a threatening wolf those offspring seem to mostly have threatening wolf traits. If the offspring found ones similar to it like different pack but same hybrid type and bred. They would only produce pure threatening wolves. Not sure how it works. It means hybridization is very difficult for those traits to pass on without turning back into a threatening wolf.

I think this is why threatening wolves have a lot of different fur patterns cause that seems to be one things hybridization keeps so to speak.

Threatening wolves live roughly 20~ years? In the wild probably closer to 50 in captivity. In an ideal world a mated pair of cogmol and formas could have a LOT of puppies and control a pretty large territory since most packs can be up to 30 members (depending on subspecies) thats a little dynasty!

Formas and cogmol alike can get very protective over a mate or over several mates. I assumed threatening wolves were polyamourus but since being monogamous myself i have noticed more monogamous pairings as well i used to brush off as "the other mates are somewhere else"

If you wanna learn moee my pinned post has a link to a lot of threatening wolf lore you can read through! They're an open species so if your ever inspiried to make your own subspecies go nuts! I'll add them to the collection :>

#otherkin #therian #original species #asks #threatening wolves

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m-y-fandoms · 3 years

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COMMISSION: Joker/Ren x Reader x Akechi (angst + comfort ending)

Warnings: Heavily depressed reader, anxiety

Relationship is NOT a polyamorous threesome, just a trio of best friends HOWEVER the ending can be interpreted as a possible polyamorous relationship starting or an implied one in the past. Also can be read as just best friends.

Female pronouns used

Word Count: 7k words

FINALLY: If you didn't play Persona 5 Scramble/strikers you may not get this plot fully.

Why was it so hard? Why was it all so fucking hard these days? It used to be easy: answer emails, find clients, sign contracts, write, never get the credit for it, make bank. Her fingers used to fly across the keyboard, used to scribble in her notepad at the speed of light. Nowadays, it took all the energy she could muster just to write a single paragraph. Or bathe. Or eat. Or… not do something stupid and irrational that she would most definitely regret later.

Was something wrong with her? Was she just being such an irritating little snot? An ungrateful bitch? Her career was lucrative, and this was the best time of the year, not only because she tended to get contracted more around summertime, but because this was when they all came back.

She exhaled deeply, shakily, like it was draining to do even that. It was time to turn that frown upside down, to plaster on a fake smile; they deserved it, and their moods might be ruined if they saw her like this. She would make them worry. She couldn’t do that, that’s what burdens do.

Fuck…

No no no… don’t think like that. This is the best time of the year. Her thoughts screamed at her much like the beeping of her smoke detector, the music through her neighbor’s wall, The ambient buzz of the fridge, the birds outside of her apartment window. It was all too much, too overwhelming, overstimulating. The thing is, she could handle it at first, this all-enveloping sadness. She would get lost in her own words, pages and pages of content. She loved writing. It was her escape when her loved ones could not be. It was something that was always there for her. But now… now she would rather rip the pages out, split her laptop screen in two than write another fucking word for another fucking desperately needed paycheck for another fucking unappreciative client. They always wanted their ideas put on paper, written expertly. They wanted her to make them look good. She ghost-wrote for others’ glory. Her original content, the novels she desperately wanted to be known for, the articles on topics she chose, under her own name were never published, always rejected. Writing just wasn’t fun anymore, nothing was…

Anyway, it was the best time of the year, and she owed them a smile. She stood, closing her laptop, shutting down the part of her that wrote to survive. She should be happy, not only was she seeing her friends for the first time in a year, but she would get to leave this prison of an apartment. It was messy, uncleaned for months, dimly lit, claustrophobic. It was an unhealthy environment for her in her current mental state, and she knew that, but just couldn’t quite force herself to get off her ass and just step outside. Maybe a walk, a dinner at Leblanc instead of just delivery food, or nothing at all, as had been the case a few times this week. Sojiro would be happy to see her, right? He doesn’t call, but that’s just not his style, right?

She considers it, she really does, throwing on her favorite little summer dress - light and airy, pastel yellow with the tie at the waist - but it doesn’t seem like her anymore. It belongs to someone more… pastel yellow aura-wise. She didn’t deserve it. Opting to throw on a hoodie and thin sweatpants (bordering on pajama pants), she walked into her bathroom, avoiding piles of clothes and debris. It was almost routine to avoid eye contact with the mirror at this point, not wanting to scare herself with the pallid reflection that was sure to be looking back. She’d lost weight, which normally would seem like a good thing to most, especially here in Japan where foreigners like her were often considered huge.

She simply ducked under the sink, retrieving her hair brush and doing what she could to salvage the rat’s nest on her head. They should be honored at the effort she put in today to see them! It’s more than she’d done to take care of herself in a while. That reminds her… should she shower…? Nah, by her count she’d just showered a few days ago. Her pocket vibrates, and she allows herself a second of hope, of excitement. She’d been waiting for an email from a publisher for months, and every ding of her phone was a possible fragment of joy.

An exhausted sigh escapes her throat. Of course it was a let down. She couldn’t seem to get enough of those. Woah, where did that one come from? She mentally scolded herself. The notification was a text from her friends in the group chat. She loved her friends, this text was a blessing, not a let down, and on one of the best days of the year!

… Yikes, maybe she was getting a little ungrateful.

They all had lives now: plans, schedules, classes, or jobs. The fact that they had time for the group chat or summer reunions at all should've satisfied her. But…

Ryuji - 11:47 am : I’m almost to Leblanc :)))

You guys better not make me be the first one there!!! I hate being alone in there

Fuckin awkward sometimes man

Makoto - 11:48 am: (Y/N) lives closer to Leblanc than any of us. You’re still at that swanky apartment a few blocks away, yeah (Y/N)? You’ll probs be there first.

Save Ryuji from this pain he’s invented lol.

She chuckled a bit at this. It was dry, rusty, out of practice. This felt nice. Her friends were home to her, not this prison around her, not Tokyo.

(Y/N) - 11:48 am: It’s hardly swanky… but yeah, I’ll probably be a bit early…

idk, no promises.

Ren - 11:50 am: Sojiro will be thrilled to see you, old man likes you more than me. Figures, I’m only like his adopted son or whatever…

The message was a joke, sarcasm, lighthearted, but it left her bitter, angry. They always did, Ren’s messages, along with Akechi’s. She’d found herself responding less and less to messages aimed at her from those two men in the group chat, and double ignoring direct, one-on-one texts from them. It hurt, to be honest, it hurt real bad, reading messages or listening to voice mails from those two. They were so rare, something to be savoured, and that’s why she could not savour them. They shouldn’t have been rare, they should be plentiful… they should’ve been something normal in her life, regular and as routine as the passing of time. Considering how close those two in particular were to her - closer than anyone else in her life - two souls she felt bound to for all eternity, the fact that they hardly kept in contact hurt.

I mean, Makoto visited occasionally though her police work kept her busy, Ryuji was never too far, Yusuke - the traveling prodigy turned master artist - made time for her, but not her two closest friends in the entire world? Akechi and Ren seemed to take their diplomas and run as far away from Shibuya as possible, and from her along with it. It left a bad taste in her mouth. Did she really mean that little to them, after everything they’d been through?

So, she ignored Ren’s message, allowing others to chime in and continue talking about meeting up, who was bringing what, and what the plans were after lunch at Leblanc.

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Ren sighed, tucking his phone back into his pocket after staring at the group message for what seemed like no less than half an hour, just waiting for her to reply, to say anything directly after he had, as if staring would compel her to move, force words onto the screen. Of course, she didn’t, she never did these days. He wondered what he’d done to earn her scorn, and hated to admit that it bothered him a little more than he usually allowed.

He’d noticed this starting to happen nearly half a year back, about six months after the last summer meet up. Sure, (Y/N) had stopped replying in the group chat as often in general, and certainly never started the conversation anymore, but it seemed different for him in particular, like she was ignore solely him more often. Maybe it was just his ego, his irrational anxieties maybe, and he allowed himself to think that, until it happened one too many times. He tried texting her and her alone, and was always left on read, and then suddenly there was no longer even a left-on-read checkmark anymore. Well, at least she felt guilty enough about ignoring him to turn read receipts off, he thought cynically.

He messaged all of their friends, their little group of Phantom Thieves separately, asking if they were getting the same version of the silent treatment, and they all said the same thing: that they noticed (Y/N) getting a bit quieter over text, but that they just assumed she was busy. Did she ignore them completely like they did him? No, they all answered, save for one: Goro Akechi. He, feeling the exact same worries as Ren but refusing to admit them to anyone, was awash in relief to find that this experience was not exclusive to him, but now the trouble was finding out why?

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She felt a bit petty, a bit immature not answering Akechi or Ren, like a spoiled child throwing a fit, but there was a part of her deep inside that simply could not bear to answer their texts or respond to their calls, rare as they might be. She’d find herself in tears, shaking if she even tried. The rational part of her brian told her that this was the chance to patch things up that she needed, that they were texting and calling because they realized she felt abandoned by her two best friends, the two loves of her life. Another part of her said that they were extremely busy, that the Phantom Thieves and their fun, mischief and adventures were in the past, that her existence and being forced to come back to Tokyo every summer were burdens, and that the more she ignored them the sooner they would realize that for themselves. Another part still said that they deserved to be ignored, forgotten like they’d forgotten her, that contacting them would lead to nothing but pain.

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Another buzz from her waist area. She’d thought it may be her stomach growling, as she hadn’t eaten a proper meal in at least 48 hours, but it was simply a different type of notification. Her heart beat sped up. The email app icon glowed and pulsated. She clicked it immediately, seeing that the sender was the publishing company she’d sent her latest novel’s manuscript to.

Dear (Y/N) (L/N),

Though your manuscript was excellently written and extremely unique, we regret to inform you that it was not quite a fit for our-

Her hand shook around the phone, gripping it until it hurt. She couldn’t bear to read on.

_____

She dragged her tired ass over to Leblanc, making it there before everyone else as expected. Sojiro gives her a wide grin and a hug, elated to see one of his many children he��d acquired throughout the reign of the Phantom Thieves. Knowing better than to address the stale scent of her clothing or unnatural thinness of her form, he guides her to the usual booth, as if she hadn’t sat there thousands of times, and promised the others would be there soon.

Time began to pass with her picking at her nails and checking her phone, when two women she loves so very much enter with a jingle at the door. The excitable redhead and bubbly blonde hug her tightly and squeeze into the booth.

The state of her body does not go unnoticed.

The artist enters, then the heiress. Then the future police commissioner.

The state of her body does not go unnoticed.

They were all excited to see each other, overjoyed just to be there. The cafe filled with laughter when the loud-mouthed Sakamoto entered next, swinging around a bag that no doubt contained convenience store snacks and liquor.

“Sorry I’m a bit late guys! I know you were all probably cryin’, thinkin’ I wasn’t gonna show, huh?! Ye of little faith! I brought snackies and booze!” He shouted in glee, hopping over the back of the booth and nearly into Yusuke’s lap.

“You literally said you’d be the first one here, how did you still manage to be late…” Futaba snatched the bag of snacks, incredulous.

“Well, I may have been so worried about being too early that I uh… overcorrected a bit and messed around to pass the time…” his words faded off, looking around the room at his beloved friends until his eyes fell onto (Y/N) across the booth from him. “Jeez, you look like shit,” he teased, popping a chip into his mouth with a lighthearted shrug. Embarrassment flooded her visage.

“Ryuji!” Ann slapped the rowdy blonde’s shoulder in reprimand. Of course he, the blunt and outspoken soul he was, managed to mention the elephant in the room that they all had enough tact to gloss over.

“What?! I’m just sayin’! You look ghoulish my dude. And aren’t you roasting in that fit? Black is the new pink I guess!” He laughed, mocking how her usually feminine and cheery wardrobe had been replaced by dark-colored sweats and her rigorous skincare routine had apparently given way to oil and eyebags. Normally she wouldn’t have even blinked at his words, in fact she would’ve laughed. That’s just how Ryuji was, how their group’s humor was. Normally if she looked like this, it would’ve been just a rough day, something to make fun of and laugh off, but unfortunately that wasn’t the case this time.

All of their heads turned at once as the door chimed again, signaling another arrival. Goro Akechi stepped in, hair neatly tied back in a bun and his suit in perfectly un-creased condition. He smiled that familiar charming smirk, greeting everyone politely. She felt her heart lurch. The group of twenty-somethings were all highly intelligent, perceptive after years of Phantom-Thievery, and not a soul missed the way (Y/N) refused to greet Akechi, the way she couldn’t even make eye contact with him. Ryuji, feeling the tense vibe in the air and not able to stomach more awkwardness after his poorly-received remarks and lateness, spoke up, trying to lighten the mood.

“(Y/N), your Japanese sure has gotten better huh?! You lousy foreigner! Remember how shitty it was freshman year?!” He chuckled.

“Ryuji, you haven’t heard me fucking speak in over a year,” she rolled her eyes, pulling out her phone with a dismissive sigh. Her nerves were frayed. She loved her friends so very much, but this was more social contact than she’d had in a year, and Akechi’s addition to the already overwhelming atmosphere was killing her softly.

Everyone paused, some shrinking back a bit at her biting tone. What was up with her? She hardly ever swore, and never spoke so sourly to a loved one. Again, they were an intelligent bunch, intelligent enough to notice the shift in her mood right after Akechi’s appearance.

The group continued conversing, trying to ignore the energy in the room, talking of recent achievements and funny stories, what they’ve been up to. Ann models full time now, getting a degree online on the side just to have one to fall back on. Modeling is going very well for her, she doesn’t see herself ever needing to do anything else to support her income. She works hard, harder than many other models and actresses her age. Futaba also attends online classes, but takes it very seriously, passing with flying colors while maintaining her love of hacking, otaku culture, gaming, and tech. She lives on her own now, more confident and competent than ever. Yusuke travels the world, selling art to private patrons, repeat clients, visiting galleries as an honored guest, never thinking his art is good enough but not as hard on himself as he was years ago. Haru is on the road to earning several degrees and the owner of her own little line of cafes that will surpass Leblanc in her heart someday. She was often at business lectures and meetings internationally, and doing anything to better her skills and not become her father.

Why couldn’t (Y/N) achieve what they had? Why wasn’t she out there thriving, snatching her goals by the throat and manifesting victory?! Why didn’t clients want her original creative works like they wanted Yusuke’s? Why wasn’t she content being an independent homebody like Futaba? Where was her drive like Haru and Ann? Holding back tears, she scrolled through her phone silently with an uninterested farce glazed across her face. Almost emotionless. Did she even give a shit that her friends were here? They were starting to wonder. She was usually the healer of their group, the mother, the mediator, the support. She always had advice, a shoulder to cry on, a wealth of funny anecdotes, something to keep the conversation going. Maybe shit was just changing… Maybe the saying that people change after high school was true. But… they were supposed to be the Phantom Thieves! Thick as thieves! What had gotten into her? Some of them were starting to feel a bit guilty for not checking up on her in person more often.

Akechi, ever the practical, analytical mind, fought hard to bite back his irrational jealousy, his negative thoughts. He’d been trying to change, to grow, but something was telling him that she was only here to see Ren, that she was in a foul mood because he wasn’t here yet. They’d both had her heart for years, a bit of a rivalry, and his immature feelings of possessiveness and ugly envy reared their head subconsciously at times. He had to take a breath, remind himself that Ren as well as himself had been getting the cold shoulder from her, Ren had confirmed as much. His jealousy was unnecessary… but man, did he want her attention, to hug her, feel her-

The door burst open, a messy mop of black hair and glasses rushing in, dripping sweat.

“Sorry I’m late! Lots of little delays and-” The group spared no time swarming him, Futaba scooping Morgana from his large backpack. They missed their esteemed leader, the one who recruited and united them the most it seemed. Well, he always did seem to be the main character of his own story. They all barraged him with questions and warm embraces, Sojiro taking his things silently with a smile to prepare his old room upstairs for his summer stay. Akechi fell back, noticing the way (Y/N)’s fists shook, the way she stood, bypassing the group and sneaking out the front door.

So he was right after all, her issue was with her seemingly-former two best friends, not the entire group, and now just with him. His presence disturbed her, and Ren’s pushed her over the edge.

Once the fuss has calmed down a bit, The detective pulls his long-time rival aside, a discussion blooming quietly in the corner. Ren half scoffs, half chuckles at how predictable his tawny-haired friend could be. Straight to the point, comparing her behaviors toward the both of them, theorizing why she seems to hate the two men she once loved the most, deciding to confront her and no Joker you don’t have a choice you’re coming with him.

The two men make their way outside, one with steeled nerves, a level head and a plan should a conflict or argument arise, one just wanting his best friend back to her normal self, and the detective pales to see the streets around Leblanc void of her completely. He didn’t like carefully thought out plans going to waste, or not getting his way.

“Where’d she go?” Ren shoved his hands into his pockets. “Thought she just stepped out for air?” He sighed, dreading everything he foresaw in his near future. Something was up, and he was feeling like he was going to have an awkward and miserable summer vacation or lose a best friend forever… maybe both.

“Well I don’t know, she’s obviously not here. You scared her off it seems,” Goro’s arms crossed over his chest impatiently with a false calm tone to his voice.

“Now now, you said she was already peeved before I got here… ‘cause of you.” The raven-haired male, seasoned to Akechi’s little jabs, replied in kind, never thrown off of his game by something so simple anymore.

“Well, she didn’t leave until you showed up,” Akechi seethed.

“I think we both know her issue’s with both of us…” Ren snaked his hand into his pocket, pulling his phone out before grunting in frustration. “Well, no, I guess I can’t just call her, can I?” he mumbled, hand coming up to scratch his neck in stress.

“Well, we’ll just have to go retrieve her, now won’t we!” Akechi brushed a hair up and out of his face, walking off in the direction of her apartment.

“Where are you- ?”

“We going, old friend! She still lives in that same old place,” he gestured vaguely through the air, “ - oh! Or don’t you remember even that?! Some best friend you are… Anyway, I assume she just headed home, she doesn’t talk to me anymore - as you well know - but the others said she never really leaves her apartment these days.” The judgemental tone was not lost on Ren, and he stumbled, trying to catch up to the other male who was already so far ahead.

“Do you… do you think that’s it?” Ren spoke up pensively.

“What’s it?” Akechi replied as the other fell in step.

“ ‘ Some best friend you are’... that’s what you said…” Akechi’s ears perked at this. Was there really a possibility that Ren was coming to a realization before him?!

The two men, never ones to get mushy with each other of all people - one far too proud and the other just not one to share his heart’s contents with many - engaged in a conversation far more genuine and emotional than any they’d had in years.

Was she really that miserable that she’d skip her favorite day of the year, seeing her best friends? Just slip out without a word? Was she planning to come back?

When did you last fly back to Japan to see her?

When did you?

How was her writing going?

Was she even still doing that?

Was she dating anyone?

Did she still have a crush on the both of them?

Did they still both have a crush on her?

When did you last text…

When did you last call…

By the time they arrived in front of her apartment building, they’d come to the conclusion that they were horrible friends.

Ren braced himself, preparing to step into the lobby of the building and head up the stairs to the second level where she resided, when his world went black.

_____

Swirling colors, inky blackness and red splotches surrounded Akechi and himself. The feeling would’ve tripped out anyone else, but it seemed all too familiar, and he felt at peace. Their vision swam, and they reached out for each other in a moment of weakness as they seemed to float, feet swept out from under them. When they were finally able to regain their footing, their mouths fell agasp, looking each other over with a sense of both nostalgia and horror.

“What the hell are you wearing?!” Akechi grasped at Joker’s black coat, eyeing his red mask and gloves.

“Back at you,” Ren… Joker replied, looking around at their surroundings.

“No… it can’t be. We haven’t - it’s been years!” Akechi marvelled at his Phantom Thief regalia, the same as he remembered it. He huffed. “I can’t believe we wore this, that my cognition has not altered this awful garment since the last time I visited the Metaverse.”

“Yeah… what a blast from the past, huh?” Joker held out his hands, wondering where all the time went. The memories stored in those gloves, the things that mask had seen. That was the best era of his life… and she was there for all of it, right beside him. With that thought, his goal was shaken back to the front of his mind. “Akechi… is this…?” The men both looked around once again at their surroundings. Shadow-like beings skulked around dark corners, chains clung to the ankles of their slithering forms, barred cells lined the walls, greater shadows dressed like demonic police-men stomped around with their chests’ puffed out.

“A palace…? Yes, it would seem so.”

They snuck about, not wanting to rush into a fight after years out of practice. What persona would even pop up? Would that, like their outfits, stay the same? The walls around them seemed to shift, to morph around the shadows, trapping them like inmates behind the bars. They phased in and out like ghosts, the pair avoiding them like the plague. Gathering intelligence about their surroundings - the who, what, when, where, and why - seemed like the best choice for now. They didn’t have to wait long, however, as the nightmare around them quickly started to reveal itself.

They spotted a shadow that looked uncannily like their old gym teacher, Kamoshida stalking by, shouting to every other minor shadow that would listen. That was him alright, they could tell by his voice, though his form was more monstrous looking and spooky than it’s real-life counterpart. He spat venomous gossip, something about a “stupid American” student, some ugly foreigner who talked funny. His shadow approached ones that took the forms of young girls, pretty peppy things wearing Shujin uniforms. They ran from him, and before he could give chase, one of those superior demons, the ones wearing police uniforms, guided him forcefully into a cell.

It was then that Ren recalled to Akechi that Kamoshida tortured (Y/N) mercilessly about being a foreigner all the way up until the Phantom Thieves stole his heart and he resigned from his position. The men searched every corridor, years of Phantom Thievery boosting their stealth abilities, and took in the not-so-subtle clues. There were random items scattered about a prison yard: a Japanese III: Advanced Course textbook with the pages torn and strewn about, notebooks, journals, a stuffed animal Ren won for (Y/N) at a festival with its stuffing ripped out, coffee pots, bowls of curry, and most tellingly, on the far wall, a display case that held what seemed to be (Y/N)’s Phantom Thief costume, proudly adorning a mannequin with her weapons behind it. The men came to the realization that this was not just a palace, but (Y/N)’s palace. They shared a look of disappointment, and they were disappointed in her. How could she have fallen this far? How could she become something that they spent years fighting against, something they all hated so very much? What corrupted desire had taken her heart, so much so that it had turned her against her friends?

Ren and Akechi circled back around to find the group of shadow Shujin students looking for more context and followed them up a rusted, bloody staircase to a second, seemingly higher-security part of the prison. Two things had become immediately clear:

Those giggling Shujin shadows knew they were being followed and

They had led the men directly into an ambush.

Waiting for them at the top of the staircase was a large shadow, a demon standing nearly ten feet tall, and he laughed dramatically as the Shujin students dispersed to reveal him.

“...Yusuke…?” Ren’s brow furrowed. Akechi, with the same look of disbelief, manifested his weaponry, preparing his body mentally and physically to use his very rusty magical skill. An altercation seemed inevitable. The demonous form of Yusuke Kitagawa before them flourished grandly, blood-like paint sticking to his hair and dripping down his chest. His skin was tinted blue, standing nude save for a sash around his middle like some statue of David wannabe draped into a pretentious pose. He pulled a weapon from thin air, a long spear shaped like some sort of deadly paint brush. He seemed to, in fact, be a very caricatured and theatrical imitation of their dear friend. “Akechi, why is he-?”

“Doesn’t matter, prepare yourself for a fight. He clearly means to give us one.” Joker summoned that old familiar flame of battle inside, joining Akechi by his side.

“Ha!” Yusuke spoke up, “you really mean to fight me?! You have no hope of winning, no matter what! You’ll be either slain by my brush here and now, or subjected to a life of slavery and servitude, just as I am, should my Monarch show you mercy… not that it’s much of a mercy at all...” he mumbled that last bit, and his sash dragged across the ground, revealing a ball and chain around his ankle.

“Monarch…?!” Akechi turned to his friend, waiting for his input. Ren shook his head, now only feeling disappointed in himself. How could he have not realized? The scenery literally screamed the truth at him.

“This isn’t a palace… it’s a jail.” He sighed, removing his trusty dagger from its familiar sheath.

“I used to be a Phantom Thief, and when it no longer brought me joy, she took my heart, forced me to stay chained to the past. She will not let me thrive, will not let me become who I want to be! Every year, thrust back into this hell, this reunion like Persephone called to the underworld come winter. A pact with Hades.” Yep, that was definitely Yusuke.

They slowly but surely dispatched with the shadow, gaining back their skills like muscle memory, and without a moment to rest, were greeted by another, one that floated down from the sky like an angel defying gravity.

A shadow with blush-pink skin kneeled on the ground before them, demure and shy. A veil hid her face, and as her dainty hand came up to remove it, a ball and chain appeared, fusing her to the ground. She called out to the men with a screech like a banshee, mascara running down her soft cheeks from her eyes. The veil now removed, it was clear who sat before them.

Haru Okumura.

“Please spare me! I don’t want to fight you! She forces me to! The Monarch owns my soul, she chains me here, to defend her to the death.”

Ren and Akechi stood in shocked silence, hesitant for a moment before drawing their weapons. Haru’s innocent, scared expression faded to anger.

“I gave up my precious life and dreams to be here! She takes everything from me!” She screamed, before swirling balls of psychic magic formed on either side of her, and she attacked.

_____

With the body of Haru’s shadow crumpled on the floor behind them, the pair approached the opposite side of the large landing at the top of the stairs, where a gate had opened, allowing them access to the next room.

“Is this… really what she thinks we think of her?” Ren felt his heart breaking, and it showed plainly on his face. Akechi, having reined in his temper quite a bit over the years and never one to wear his weakness on his sleeve, simply placed his hand on Joker’s shoulder, pressing him to continue on. “How long has she been struggling with these thoughts? Why weren’t we there? Did the others know?”

“I don't know. At least we know these are just figments of her cognition, what she thinks her friends feel like, not their actual-” Akechi’s thought is cut short when a large woman, like an greek goddess, phases up through the floor, materializing in the center of the room with a golden glow to her skin, much of which is showing. Her muscles, curves, and ethereal beauty are on display as her chest rumbles with a hearty, cocky laugh.

Ann’s shadow.

“It seems that we will be fighting off each and every one of our Phantom Thief comrades. Perhaps we should go back for backup after this one is dealt with,” Akechi stretches his arm out, an ache in his shoulders forming.

“No, (Y/N)’s shadow is here somewhere. We can’t just leave her like this. She needs us now. We weren’t there before. We can do this, just you and me. We’ve been in Mementos alone together before. We’ve got this,” Ren nods to his friend, hoping to bolster his confidence and endurance the way (Y/N) always bolstered their party.

“Bold of you to assume I would even let you leave for reinforcements!” Ann’s voice boomed, the walls shaking with its volume. “I’m the most competent slave here!”

“Is that so?” Akechi stalls for time, giving Joker an opening to attack with at least some element of surprise. This demon seemed arrogant, and getting her to talk about herself might just have been the trick.

“Why do you think she keeps me chained up here?! She’s jealous of me! I’m out there, gorgeous body, powerful mind, thriving! She can’t even publish a measly book, and I’m on the cover of magazines!” She laughed wickedly, thoroughly distracted. “The bitch makes me protect her because I’m the only one who can do it competently. She’s positively envious, the useless thing.”

_____

Every battle was much the same after that: shadows trapped in this jail fought to defend it because they were burdened with that duty.

Futaba’s shadow judged the Monarch’s inability to live alone, to be satisfied with solitude and for being so clingy and needy.

Morgana’s shadow spat at the Monarch’s ungrateful and self-pitying attitude. She was a human and could go anywhere she wanted but allowed herself to remain stagnant.

Ryuji mocked the Monarch’s depression, her sunken cheeks, her loss of appetite and weight loss.

Makoto was disgusted with her Monarch’s lack of drive as of late, that she wasn’t trying harder for her dreams, not as determined as Makoto herself. If Makoto wanted a novel published or her article on a prestigious website, it already would be.

Of all of the different viewpoints and woes, there was one thing the shadows had in common:

They did not want to be in the Monarch’s life. They wanted to branch out, grow up, leave high school and the Phantom Thieves behind, and she was keeping them there.

_____

As the two approached what was clearly the throne room, the worst thing they could’ve imagined, but unfortunately were expecting awaited them.

Straddling a broken down, oversized office chair was the warden of this prison. (Y/N) sat with her head in her hands, not acknowledging their presence, tears streaming down her face.

“(Y/N)!” Joker called out, and she cringed backwards on her dilapidated throne. She twitched, shrinking into herself, and shifted, her chest shaking as a sob rolled forth from the depth of her heart. She cried aloud, still paying them no mind, as if they weren’t even there. A crown sat lopsided on her head, and adorning her waifish body was her Phantom Thief uniform, except unlike the one in the display case on the first level, this one was poorly maintained, ripped in areas, shredded, stained.

“(Y/N)! Please listen to us!” Akechi reached forth, and his hand immediately snapped back as two vaguely human-shaped figures materialized before them like smoke. (Y/N) sat up, taking notice of these two new figures, but not her real, living, breathing best friends before her. Chains formed around these figures’ necks, and (Y/N) held the other end of them, one in each hand, controlling them. The figures solidified, becoming completely corporeal, and Akechi and Ren were now staring up at massive shadows of themselves, leashed and armed, ready to protect (Y/N). The final bosses.

“This can’t be real. She can’t truly feel this way!” Ren was shaking, looking up at himself in disgust. The two guards, the shadow-selves blocking their view of her, spoke in unison:

“We tried to move on, we tried to forget her. She saw us escaping, and reeled us back into this toxic prison. She can not let go of the past. It was our fault for showing her so much love and kindness for years. Now she can not live without it. She leeches off of us. She will not let us go. She. will. not. let. us. go.” They chanted, in a trance like drones.

_____

(Y/N) awoke with a start, immediately realizing she was not in her apartment, where she last remembered crying herself to sleep. The air was clean, sterile, the walls cream-colored, and the room extremely bright. She tried to sit up, immediately meeting resistance when a hand on her chest lowered her back onto the stiff hospital bed below her.

“Woah, woah, slow down. You can’t just move all fast like that after you’ve been out for four days.” She looked to her right, where Ren sat, calm and casual in his summer polo shirt, Morgana peeking out of his bag.

“Three days… I don’t even remember coming here. How did you guys find me? I think I was in my apartment… How did you two get in...?” She looked to her left, where Goro clasped a warm hand around her feeble one. Her mind was dizzy, probably half from only having what an IV could give her in the way of life sustaining nutrients and fluids for the past four days, and half from having her jail destroyed and her heart altered. “Four days…? How-”

“We can explain everything later,” Akechi looked to Ren for confirmation of their plans. He nodded back. Maybe now wasn’t the best time to tell her she had become the very embodiment of all the things she hated and formed a jail around her twisted cognition. There would be time to ease her into that. For now, there were other things she needed to hear more.

“Jeez… four days… I’m so sorry,” she shook her head in shame. “Everyone must be worried sick. I probably ruined the summer vacation… I’m sorry.” Great, another thing she’s burdened them with.

“Funny you should say that-” Akechi’s lip twitched, a bit irritated.

“Akechi…” Ren warned, letting him know to go easy on her.

“You think they’d be worried sick? Really? Considering you think we all don’t give a shit about you, huh?” Her eyes widened, suddenly very nervous.

“You haven’t been eating right, your apartment’s a dump, your journal looks like the ravings of a mad man, you don’t bathe, you ignore our messages, and you won’t let any of us help you because you think you’re a burden. Do you know how infuriating that is, that our best friend is wasting away and thinks we don’t want to help… or don’t care?!”

“Akechi!” Ren speaks sternly, a final warning as tears begin to form in her eyes. His intense stare softens as he turns to look at (Y/N) instead. “Everyone has been to visit throughout the past four days, even Sojiro. You should’ve told us you were this depressed. I know it isn’t always easy, but to let it get this bad...”

“I-” Her voice shook, unable to form words. She’d been keeping this in for so long, and now… Akechi was mad, her friends were worried… she didn’t know how to feel.

Akechi’s anger was tamed by the guilt pulling at his heart strings as he took in her terrified expression, the trembling of her hands. He sighed, taking her shaking hand in his own.

“This is our fault as well. We should’ve checked in more. We should be here more. For nearly six years you’ve been there for us, all of us, all of the Phantom Thieves. You’ve supported us through thick and thin, and none of us noticed you suffering, crumbling away in your prison of an apartment. We all are at fault, but none of us more than Ren and I.” She shook her head at that, not wanting them to feel the guilt of her own childish feelings, not wanting that pressure to gnaw away at them like it had her. “Yes, it’s true and you know it. All of the Phantom Thieves are close, but none have the bond we three had. There was a period in time where we could tell you anything, things we would never dare say to someone else, sides of ourselves we would never dare show the world. Hell, Ren and I fought over our love for you like two jealous, bull-headed children. For years we refused to share your attention until your love forced all three of us into a trio that couldn’t be shaken. And then we abandoned you. We said ‘fuck it’ and moved on with our lives and never gave you back the love and effort and time you gave us. We weren’t even keeping up with the most basic things in your life until recently, like what you’ve been up to career-wise or how you were doing mentally. We’ve failed you.”

“Goro, please-”

“And about you ‘ruining our vacation,’ don’t worry about that,” Ren interrupted her before she could throw herself into another fit of self blame. “You’re going to be seeing a lot more of us very soon.”

“W-what?” Her heart stopped at that, a sentence she’d yearned to hear for so long.

“Yep. After I finish up my culinary degree this coming spring, I’m taking over Leblanc and moving back here to help Haru with her restaurant and cafe business. I may even be a co-partner and part owner. I’ll be living right down the street from you again, just like old times.” Ren smiled softly, standing to reach for her other hand.

“And I’m going to take up work as a private investigator here in Tokyo. Working overseas was fun and all, but here at home, I’ve already got a name for myself. I’ll be making substantially more, and I can always be hired to go overseas temporarily for a case. I want to be here, close to home, close to you. It’s time we repaid your love in kind.”akechi

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HEY HEY HEY BESTIE HOW ARE YA THIS FINE EVENING/MORNING/AFTERNOON OR IDK

Soo may I request some headcannons on how would it be being in a polyamorous relationship with Hange and Levi cause DAMN they are fine😩😩(plz rail me already)

ANYWAYS BESTIE HOPE YOU HAVE AN AMAZING DAY!!❤❤

OFC YOU CAN MY LOVE🥺💖!!

You’re the main character in the relationship here you get kisses before going to sleep from both of them

You get called a “brat” “baby” or “sweetheart” by Levi

“Angel” or “beautiful” by hange

They both treat you amazing they make you feel special everytime you’re around them

They don’t fight at all although Levi can say no to something’s and hange does it anyways and he gets annoyed and you just giggle everytime it happens

They will protect you with ALL COSTS, they both is ready to die for you no matter what

If they find you crying, trust me whoever hurt you won’t get away, the person either get extra chores/duties for months or they have a horrible death🙃

Hange is the crazy one in the relationship (we all know that) Levi is the soft one and you’re the (insert how you act here)

Hange is ready to do everything you says cause 1. She loves you so FUCKING MUCH 2. She’s as crazy 3. She would do anything you’re down to try

Levi is like the overprotective one in the relationship (we all know that) he wants you safe and never would allowed such childish/unnecessary things

You make them flower headbands and hange kisses your face over and over again saying how sweet you are while Levi doesn’t want to wear it

It’s not that he hate it...he just doesn’t wanna wear it (mostly because he’s humanity’s strongest soldier and wouldn’t want other people to see him as a soft guy:)

Hange cusses him saying that he’s ungrateful and disrespectful for not wearing you’re gift while you’re behind her nodding your head at everything she’s saying

He eventually wears it cause “he wants hange to shut up” (trust me he loves it;)

You made this thing where you guys would just cuddle in y’all bedroom and watch a movie while eating snacks on Sundays

No matter what it is y’all HAVE TO HAVE A LAZY SUNDAY, EVERY WORK HAS TO STOP (*cough* *cough* levi)

Y’all be dragging him out of his office to get him out of his paperwork

You always pretend to cry if he doesn’t come and he always give in

Hange let’s you do her hair however you want as she lays her head on your breast while watching tv together

You and hange makes food together for Levi before he comes home since he’s been gone fo a while

When he comes back y’all both run up to him and kiss him while he’s like “ok ok that’s enough ya damn brats”

Levi is always busy most of the time so you hang out with hange more during the days

Hange is CRAZY fun

She’ll let you on everything she’s experienced/learned for the past few weeks

She was explaining what path they would take to kill the Titans and you we’re looking at her with a glow in your eyes

To her you we’re like an angel, HER angel(which you we’re) she just look at you softly giving the “wow...is this really my girlfriend” look (in a good way)

You looked back at the map on the table not noticing the way hange was looking at you “hange this is amazing do you kno- she slide her index finger under your chin and pulled you closer to her face

You’re boobs touched hange’s and she moan softly “you don’t know what you’re doing to me right now y/n” with that she closed the gap between y’all and kissed you sloppily

She had her hands going everywhere on you, your sweet lips on hers made her want more so she slide her hands down your thighs and pulled you up to sit you on the table

She pulled your shirt up over your head and started kissing your neck/jawline while you moaned her name over and over again

After their was hickeys on your neck hange brought you to y’all room and layed you on y’all’s shared bed (it’s not that small so it fits all 3 of y’all well)

Levi came in the room and since he didn’t see y’all he went to the bedroom

He gave y’all the same expression but he kinda smirked in his head, he took off his suit that was over his shoulders and hang it

Y’all were both looking at him with a sexy look as he walked over to the bed he took you by the throat and pulled you to his face

“Missed me brat?” He said as he titled his head a little “ofc daddy” he groaned at the nickname before kissing you deeply while hange kissed you’re neck down to your breast

You moaned in Levi’s mouth as you felt hange’s tongue over your now hard nipple while her other hand was playing with the other one

“I think you might wanna be quiet baby or do I have to make you?” Levi said as he put his hand in your pants only to rub your clit in circle motions

“Aaaahhhh” you moaned over his mouth “ok then brat, I’m guessing you’re choosing the harder way huh?” Hange got out of the way knowing where this is going

Levi pulled grab you by your neck (trying not to hurt you as much as possible) and put you on your knees in front of him

You couldn’t wait to put his dick in your mouth anymore so you started unbuckling his belt

“You’re such a thirsty slut fuck” he said looking down at you as you pulled his pants down

Hange went to sit on the couch watching you pull down Levi’s pants, she took off her panties and got into a position so she can play with herself

You gasp as you pulled Levi’s boxers down seeing his big member, you’ve seen it before obviously but you never got enough of his size

Before you knew it, you were gagging on Levi’s cock tears trimming down your now red face and your hair is everywhere mixed with sweat and tears, spit drooling down your mouth to your tits eyes locked on him

Levi was groaning loudly trying not be as loud “fuck baby just like that” he moans as he held your hair going in one motion |forward and back|

Hange was so close sweats was all over her face/body she loved seeing the 2 person she cared about in this pathetic world do lewd things like this

“Shiitttt” she moaned breathing heavily

Levi was also close, he loved seeing you beneath him with tears on your face like that

“You want me to cum on your face baby?” He groaned out you couldn’t saying anything you tried to hum but it just made you gag on his cock more

Which ended making you’re eyes roll back

Levi

Came

Right

There

“HOLY SHIIITT Y/N!!” he growled loudly as he’s cum shot down your throat, it was too much so you took his cock out and slapped it on your face (softly) as cum spilled in your hair, face and breast

Hange also cum as she saw Levi’s cum on your face like that

“You looked so damn hot like that you damn brat” he said you only smiled at him and he wanted to take you right there because seeing your beautiful smile while his cum was spreaded all over your face like that looked like heaven to him (hange too)

You crawled over hange as she was in the same position with her pussy and cum in view on the edge of the couch giving Levi a good view of your bottom swaying side to side

Levi sat on the bed at he started stroking himself seeing you reach hange and lick her pussy clean

You looked up at her with a lust look on your face while your tongue did it’s work on her clit while she moaned until she held you back and grabs your hair pulling you to the floor

“It’s about you tonight beautiful, not me” she said locking eyes with you as she get on a position where her pussy and your pussy got together and started rubbing it

“H-Han-hangeee” you moaned as both of you locked eyes for a couple of secs before she pulls you into a kiss

She kissed you deeply full of love while rubbing her pussy rougher on you’re pussy

She broke the kiss and lean against your ear “I love you so much baby” she said before holding you closer to her and going in a very rough speed rubbing your clit against her pussy-lips making your eyes roll back once again

“Fuckkkk both of y’all are so damn hot” Levi groaned as he came once again

“Han-hange I- I’m gonna cu- aahhh” you yelled but the end came out as a mumble as hange bring her hand to your mouth as both you came on each other

Shortly after you felt Levi pick you up and place you on the bed “come here baby”

He separated your legs and pulled you closer to him, he lines his cock to your wet pussy and slammed himself against you

You gasp at the stretch. “OH GOD!!! L-Levi” you moaned as you looked down at his cock stretching your pussy

Hange came over to you and started licking your nipple once again and your eyes rolled back for the 3rd time tonight

“D-daddy, s-slow d-down please fucckkkkk” but Levi continues at the same speed

“Shit, take it baby, take all of daddy’s cock” he groaned

Hange kissed you sloppily muffling your moans. Levi was going too hard/fast which made you go crazy and came multiple times but he soon came afterwards painting your walls white (you’re in birth control)

“Ngh!! babyyy” he moaned as his head tilted back, you moaned in hange’s mouth as your struggles to kiss back

Y’all 3 just layed on the bed for some minutes catching y’all breath’s

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Bonus: y’all ended up taking a shower together and hange got out first to change the sheets and clean the floor, after y’all went to sleep cuddling each other (while you we’re in the middle of both of your lovers of course) (the next morning, y’all may or may not got complaints from captains Erwin saying how loud y’all was that night and y’all should be quieter. “Hey, next time remind me to be as loud as I can” hange said to you and Levi but Erwin didn’t hear. You giggled as quiet as you could while Levi rolled his eyes but smiled a little knowing he had everything he could ever wish for).

Note: you are my first ask sweetheart 💗✨🥰

#anime #anime aesthetic #anime art #anime gif #levi x hange #levi ackerman #hange zoë #attack on titan #attack on titan smut #smut #polyamourus pride #polyamorous #y/n x levi #aot x y/n #levi x reader #hange x reader #lovely

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kaleidescope-writes · 4 years

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Dean Winchester and Castiel (Supernatural)

Female!Reader

You could handle it. They both knew you could. That didn’t stop them from worrying, however. After all, they’d lost people in the past. They loved you too much to let you get hurt on a standard hunt. You weren’t expecting them to show up on your hunt to help you out, but here you are, in the room of a motel winding down and cleaning yourself off after clearing a small vampire den.

“I had it, you know?” you sighed, drying your hair with a towel. “We know,” Dean shrugged, “That doesn’t mean you couldn’t have gotten hurt.” You rolled your eyes, “I got most of them before you showed up! I had it.” Castiel walked over to you as you sat on the edge of the bed. “We know, Y/N,” he soothed, “But we worry. A lot of things can happen on hunts. We just wanted to make sure you were ok.” You looked up at him, a half-smile gracing your features, “I love you, you overprotective angel.” He smiled, sitting next to you on the bed. You put your head on his shoulder, allowing him to wrap an arm around you.

“Coming after you was my idea, babe!” Dean called out from the bathroom. You laughed, feeling Cas shake his head slightly. “I love you too, Dean!” you called back, “Now come here and kiss me, dork!”

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jodfics · 3 years

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Baby Makes Four - Finale

Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes

Timeline: None / A little AU

Rating: SFW

Prompt: Polyamourus Relationships are great. At least until there’s one too many.

A/N: Baby is here!!

MasterList | << Part 6

In the end, they decided against the C-section. On the proviso that Y/N was on strict rest and went back to the base at the first sign of trouble.

She was monitored for a few days after the attack on the apartment building. They were given a temporary room in the barracks whilst they found a new place. It contained a double bed, a single pop up bed, a desk and an armchair. They had access to the common rooms, kitchen and communal bathrooms - she hated it. And Y/N was worried about Bucky and his almost withdrawal after things had stabilised with her and the baby.

Steve had tried a few rousing speeches and tough love - neither particularly effective. When Steve headed to look at a possible new apartment, Y/N sat on the old, beat-up armchair in the room they were given and watched as Bucky sat on the floor. His arms on his bent knees, hands wringing at the strap of his backpack and his stare far off - expression blank. "Bucky?" She called softly, and when he didn't react, she sighed and tried again, "James."

That caught his attention. He gave a slow blink, the muscle in his jaw jumping before he turned his head toward her voice. She rarely ever called him by his given name, and he wasn't sure if he liked it or caused him more anxiety.

"Can you come sit with me?" Y/N didn't like when he was like this. When his carefully pieced back together mind frayed and old thoughts crept up on him. Memories wrapping their hands around his throat one by one until he couldn't breathe. The fallout from losing his home, again, was expected. It had always been hard to get Bucky to settle, buy things for himself and keep them in a home rather than a bag. To trust things would still be there when he left for a while. Bucky got up, gracefully uncrossing his ankles and walking the six feet to her side. She offered him the arm of the chair, but he shook his head and settled on his knees between her legs, his head level with her collarbone and right hand resting close to her stomach.

He didn't say anything; instead, he looked up at her like he was lost, pleading with his eyes for her to give him some sort of order.

Ready to comply.

Y/N ran her hand through his hair, her fingers rubbing his scalp like he was a giant lap cat. "Can you tell me what's in the bag?" He opened his mouth to speak, a shallow exhale coming out rather than words - those invisible hands choking speech from him. He grit his teeth and shook his head at her, eyes brimming with tears as he struggled.

He had escaped Hydra; he was no longer bound by their words or their red book. The Winter Soldier was a ghoul that followed him around and reminded him how undeserving he was, but today, today, Hydra had stolen his voice again.

"It's okay, Bucky." Y/N hushed him as she watched him physically struggle not to choke on a sob, "Show me?"

He could do that.

Bucky opened the bag and first pulled out a small travel journal from their vacation. Steve had bought the leatherbound notebook for Bucky to write in whilst they relaxed at the hotel. Of course, Steve had doodled in it. Bucky used it to recount places they went and things they saw - he had happily stolen most of the polaroids she took of the three of them to fill in the pages. It was charred along the spine, showing evidence of how close it had been to being destroyed.

Next, he pulled out the handmade bracelets that the children in Wakanda had gifted him when he left the village. Steve's dog tags came next - he didn't wear them as religiously as Bucky wore his. He's saved some of her jewellery, her favourite pens and the picture of himself that he hated but she adored.

Precious things that would have been so trivial if he had been burned up in the fire trying to save them.

Y/N saw a familiar paper bag, remembering it from the day he had gotten his haircut and refused to let her see. "Can I see what's in there yet?" He shook his head no and replaced everything back into the backpack. Perhaps it was a good sign to have him refuse her; he wasn't too far gone. "Will you check on our baby?" His head snapped up to look at her face, searching for signs of discomfort and them sweeping across the large bump that protected their child, "Don't panic. I think I felt her wriggle around, and I want to make sure she's okay...."

It was a lie.

Bucky had various reactions to her swollen belly throughout the pregnancy. At first, it had been lust. He had been filled with a feral need to make her feel good, to whisper filthily in her ear that he was going to keep her pregnant, that he was going to make sure her womb was never empty. He adored her pregnant body and had been so confused with himself that he was turned on by it. Then, once that primal urge had been vaguely sated and he could feel their baby move or kick - his instincts turned to protection. He could be aggressive if someone got too close to her or she was in any sort of situation he deemed dangerous; at one point, he had snarled at Steve.

He was still fiercely protective, but he would calm down the second he felt a kick. Y/N had never known him to be so at peace as when he had his head on her stomach and a hand on her. Tracing light patterns on her skin and smiling as his fingers were shoved or kicked. He liked to 'annoy the baby'.

Bucky hesitantly placed his ear to her after lifting her top above the bump, his eyes slid closed, and he felt his jaw un-tense, the constant ache alleviated a little. A steady thump filled his ear, overshadowed by Y/N's, yet that was comforting too. He could hear more than the baby's heartbeat, he could listen to her move, and he shifted his body to get more comfortable, settling against Y/N and relaxing bit by bit. His only complaint was that it would be awkward to reach out and hold them with his right hand unless he moved entirely.

Noticing his dilemma, she took his vibranium hand and settled it over her bump. He resisted slightly, but she was firm, "This is your arm; it's part of you. I love you, Bucky. All of you - and so will she."

Bucky yielded, feeling too tired to fight her and wanting to stay where he was. He doubted his arm would be accepted by their baby, it would likely frighten her, and he'd have to keep it covered. He knew it wasn't Hydra's property anymore, that he hadn't killed innocent people with his new arm. Still, it was hard and looked different - Their daughter would likely prefer Steve to hold her.

That's what he thought, and he doubted he could ever feel different.

That was until Bucky's nerves tingled through the vibranium and up into his mine, his brain translating the signals the hypersensitive prosthetic was sending. Something had moved on his palm.

It wasn't a kick but a barely-there press of a tiny hand against his.

Y/N looked down as she felt his lips tug up into a smile as he kissed her belly, relief washing through her as those invisible hands around his neck loosened, and he was able to croak out a tiny, "Hey, baby..."

A month passed without issue. Steve and Bucky would often leave Y/N at the base as they hunted for a home and eventually started to decorate the one they chose. It wasn't an apartment building this time; it was a house with plenty of room for a child to run around outside and cause havoc inside. It had three bedrooms to do as they pleased with, an open plan kitchen diner and a large living room they could all enjoy.

When They finally brought Y/N 'home', she was stunned at how perfect it was; everything she had ever mentioned was there. Some of the furniture was almost identical to their old place, and she was happy to see that Bucky had placed a few of the trinkets he saved inside the house and not the backpack. She would have kissed the brunette if he hadn't have taken the car to head out to an appointment. Steve left her to explore whilst he finished off the study - he had mentioned that he was fighting with the flatpack furniture again.

The new sofa was huge, it was leather for easy cleaning – for the baby of course – the television was bigger than the last, and she knew that was Steve's doing. Y/N peeked into one of the bathrooms, and then she walked into their new bedroom. The bed was plenty big enough for the three of them, and there was an en-suite. The wardrobe was filled with new clothing for her, a few of her old clothes had been saved from the old apartment, but most she had ordered online. She hadn't gone too mad as she didn't know what her body would be like post-baby. There was a door opposite their bedroom, and she excitedly opened it.

It was exactly what she thought it was - a nursery.

It was perfect.

The colours were neutral, suited for a boy or a girl despite them knowing already; blues, pinks, yellows, purples, reds… so many colours but somehow harmonious. There was a changing table, a nursing chair, toys and then she saw the crib. She couldn't help the tears welling up in her eyes as her fingers traced along the edge and poked the mobile above.

"I was supposed to keep you out of here until Buck got back, Honey." Steve's arms came around her, his lips on her shoulder, then her jaw, "Are you crying because it's good or bad?" He held her hand and led her to the chair, sitting down then guiding her across his lap so that she could nestle against him.

"I love it..."

Steve was grateful to hear that; he had worried they'd overstepped by getting it ready without her, "See the mobile and the matching stuff by the window?" He waited for her to look at them, then she nodded, "The kids from Bucky's Village made them when they heard he was going to be a father - he said they're for protection and luck and all that good stuff we want for the last two months."

He wanted to tell her that he had built everything, that he had picked the chair, the crib, the flooring... He was pleased enough just to see her happy.

"I love it, Steve, thank you." She would have said more if not for the uncomfortable press against her side that made her hiss quietly. "She's running out of room..."

He watched her rub where it hurt, a different spot from previous days. "We're prepared for if she needs to come early... " Steve was back to mothering her, back to treating her like glass. Y/N didn't mind as much as he hummed happily and massaged her sore spot for her, "Did you see the bath?"

"A bath?" She mused, then gave him a mischievous smirk, "I thought it was an indoor pool."

"Big enough for three." He hinted, "A nice warm bath might help you - and I suppose I'll have to get in with you to make sure you're safe.”

"Take the freeway!"

"I know what I'm doing!"

Y/N tried to concentrate on her breathing and tried to keep calm as her labour pains became stronger. Still, Bucky and Steve were sniping at one another over everything, and instead of doing what she needed to keep calm - she was getting angry. They had argued over who had remembered to grab her go bag, who was going to drive and now it was over which route to take.

"Why are you going down that road, Bucky, you idiot?"

"I don't know, Steve, because you're freaking out and making me fucking nervous!"

She couldn't believe that these two men, these enhanced human beings who dealt with catastrophic decisions daily and enormous pressures, couldn't handle her going into labour. The plus side was that her water had broken in the shower whilst she was trying to soothe what she thought was just aches. She should have suspected that it was more, considering she was a week before her due date. So now she was bundled up in a bathrobe and a blanket. Bucky driving like he thought he was an F1 representative, and Steve trying to do breathing exercises with her whilst having the most Brooklyn sounding argument with Bucky she had ever heard.

To the extent that when they left the house, Steve nearly ran into the brunette, and Bucky responded with, 'I'm walkin' here!'

"If you two don't shut the fuck up, I'll kick you both out and drive myself!" Her angry shout made them both quiet, and Steve focussed his attention entirely on her. When they got to base, a team was waiting for them. Y/N refused the wheelchair; she insisted on walking to her room to help with the pains - pacing always helped. "Are you guys going to wait outside?"

Bucky, his hands hovering to catch her if she tripped or fell, shook his head, "The least I can do is hold your hand, Doll."

"I wanna be there." Steve opened the door for her and set the hospital bag down before helping her into a gown. Rena greeted them and made a few checks on Y/N, noting her dilation, checking her pain and asking if the baby was moving too much. "You have someone on standby in case?" Steve didn't like the thought that their baby might kick a hole in Y/N or damage an organ or two during labour, though he would rather think and be prepared.

"Captain," the nurse smiled sweetly, "I've been doing this a while - please just sit back and do as Y/N tell you." She didn't care who he was, she was the midwife, and she had a baby to deliver.

Other than Steve and Bucky acting like they might give birth themselves, there was no great drama.

There were no breach births, no calls for extra medical staff, no last-minute umbilical cord mishaps, no stitches needed. Y/N swore blue murder, cursed them both, told them they were never having sex with her again. She panicked at times, worried the baby was too big, scared she couldn't push and that it shouldn't hurt this much. Each time they would calm her down. Steve wiped her brow, kissed her cheeks and encouraged her through it all. Breathing with her and soothing her with every contraction. Bucky sat just behind her and let her use him as a backrest. He felt the pressure on his metal limb when she squeezed it, his nerves telling him that it would have hurt like hell if not for the prosthetic.

Bucky massaged her lower back between the contractions, validated Steve's words that she was doing so well until, with a final pained scream, Y/N slumped back against him. Utterly spent. A shrill wail filled the room seconds later. A healthy baby girl was born at four forty-three in the afternoon after twelve hours of labour. Y/N couldn't wait to hold her baby, and when she was given the tiny child, swaddled up and not too pleased about being out in the world, the woman couldn't stop grinning.

"Holy shit," Bucky stared at the baby with absolute adoration; he wanted to reach out and stroke her soft-looking cheek but hesitated and rubbed Y/N's shoulders.

Steve perched on her other side, gently pushing away the bit of blanket obscuring his view, "Language." It was impossible to tell who sired her - not that Steve cared. He would love her more than he did now in the next few seconds and then more and more after each tick of the clock. "Can I hold her? Please?"

There was nothing she liked more than to hear Steve plead, and as much as she wanted to tease him, she was too tired. "I carried her for nine months; she's your problem now." Y/N shifted slightly, wincing with the movement, and moved the rest of the way. He carefully cradled the baby in his arm – who knew all the baby holding during the war would have been so helpful – his daughter fit in the crook of his arm perfectly.

Scarcely a minute passed before his enamoured expression dropped, and his eyes went wide in panic, "Nope, abort mission - she's yours, Honey."

"Thanks, Steven," Y/N said with an exasperated sigh and tried to calm her daughter.

Bucky extracted himself from behind her, placing pillows to support her and stretched his arms over his head. He could still feel the tingle of pins and needles in his legs, "She's probably hungry, Doll."

"Yeah… probably," Y/N noticed him very subtly retreating toward the door and frowned, "Don't you want to hold her?"

"I do!" It was said far too quickly, and he cleared his throat, "Just... you should feed her first.”

She had hoped that Bucky would have been better about helping with the baby. Not that he sat around and did nothing, he just didn't seem to be spending time with her. "Do you think..." Y/N murmured as she pat and stroked her daughter's back to help wind her; Steve stood by the sink cleaning out bottles, "I mean, I know you guys said you didn't care but do you think Bucky isn't spending time with her because he thinks she's yours?"

"She is mine," Steve told her, then he dried off his hands and took the baby into his arms, pressing soft butterfly kisses to her chubby cheeks. "And you're Mama's baby too, yes you are - you are" The man had shaved and cut his hair shortly after she was born; he didn't want to scratch her with his beard. "And you're Papa Bucky's too."

Her hands landed on her hips, and she gave him a pointed glare, "You know what I meant, Steve." Y/N wondered if Bucky was upset he wasn't the biological father; perhaps he was jealous?

"Listen," moving the baby to a new position to help wind her, Steve leaned in to butt his head gently to hers. "I asked him about that already, and he nearly took a swing at me. He said, and I quote, 'I don't care whose nutsack she came out of - that's our baby, and I love her.' Unquote"

"He has such a way with words - oh, Ste-" She tried to warn him, but it was too late as baby spew dribbled down his shirt, "She's gonna spit up...."

Steve didn't seem bothered; he wiped the baby's chin and made a concerned face, "Did you puke on Daddy? Again? You are so grounded, young lady." He passed her back to strip off the ruined clothing, "How many years is she grounded now?"

"About seven," Came Bucky's voice as he came into the Kitchen, "And she's only five days old." He held his hands out for her, and Y/N handed her daughter over a little too fast, "Jesus, Doll, she's gonna get whiplash before she can even hold her head up by herself."

Y/N mumbled a tiny apology, bouncing a little on the balls of her feet as she watched the man place their baby on the changing mat. He was efficient and with hardly any baby talk, just like every time he interacted with her. Bucky would always volunteer to hold the baby carrier but not the baby. He would look at her as he leaned on the side of the crib, making the mobile go around or adjusting her clothes.

It was a complete juxtaposition to Steve, who wouldn't put her down without a dirty look to the person wanting her.

Bucky just seemed tired. Not wholly disinterested, but he was happy enough to just watch. He would let Steve take care of a baby before he would.

Did he not like their daughter?

A few nights after speaking to Steve about her worries, she was gently shaken awake by a warm hand on her shoulder. Steve's whispers easing her out of sleep, and she sighed quietly before blinking up at him in the dim room.

"Wh- is? Is the baby okay?" Y/N sat up with a yawn, looking at the time and realising this was the first time she had ever been woken up in the night - weren't new parents supposed to be sleep deprived?

"Baby is fine. I wanna show you something." Steve smiled and helped her get up, ignoring her when she asked why Bucky wasn't in bed.

The nursery door was open slightly. A soft light glowing out of it from the baby lamp brought especially, at Steve's urging she peeped inside. There, she found Bucky in the nursing chair, rocking the chair just so as he held a bottle for his daughter. Y/N had wondered where the breast pumped milk had been going if the baby never woke at night.

The baby fit against him just right, looking so content as she looked up at Bucky and her tiny fingers tried to grip his left hand. It dawned on Y/N that this was why she slept so well and why Bucky looked tired all day. Y/N leaned against the door and watched him wind the little girl, whispering to her so quietly that Y/N couldn't decipher the words, though happy tears were threatening to spill from her eyes at the sight.

"I knew he was getting up in the night and leaving, but I figured he was still having nightmares from the fire - that he just didn't want to bother us." It wouldn't have been the first time he would have left to sleep on the couch or the floor. Steve's arms wrapped around her middle and kissed the back of her neck. "I know you were worried they weren't bonding… but he's so in love with her. And she -" He sounded a little indignant now, and Y/N knew Bucky could hear by the way he smirked, "She gets mad if I come to her at night. It's humiliating, Honey."

"That's 'cos Daddy is tone-deaf," Bucky false whispered to the baby, "We don't need Daddy ruining our nighttime, do we? No. It's you and Papa time."

Y/N smiled as he beamed at the little girl, keeping his vibranium fingers slack as she gripped and pulled them. "I guess we should go then."

Steve nipped her ear gently, "He doesn't share well, Babydoll." He waited for her to turn her body and wrap her arms around his neck, her brows raised as if to tell him there was still a ban on penis. "I'm just saying, maybe in the future, Baby makes five?"

#Bucky Barnes #James Buchanan Barnes #Steve Rogers #Steven Grant Rogers #Marvel #Reader x #original post #BM4 - end #bet no one notices i didn't mention what was in the bag Bucky won't show her

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kpop-bg-roleplay · 7 months

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"Okay, but maybe you should eat something soon. I don't want you to faint during class, Chan.", Austin nodded, his voice laced with concern before he looked at Chan who really seemed that he didn't sleep as well as he would expect. After taking notes on the lesson, the professor let the class process it for a while.

Upon hearing the offer that they would go over the lesson, he let out a sigh of relief and sighed softly. "Yes please. You know I don't work well when I'm this lost.", Austin chuckled softly before smiling at Chan. "Plus, we can plan for the project too later.", he adds.

Austin was content, at least he would spend time with his friend. Wait, this is new. Agh, whatever, Austin though as he shook his head. 🌷

"I'll grab a snack during break if that'll make you stop worrying~" Chan placated, even though he had no real intention to do so himself. It had less to do with the quality of the cafeteria food itself - which was decent - and more to do with the fact Chan knew he'd simply forget about whatever he'd get in the bottom of his bag.

"Ehh, I'm sure you'll get it quick enough; you're smarter than you give yourself credit for, you know." He replied, a gentle reassurance in his expression. "Oh right- I've got some ideas jotted down for the project, I'll show you them later. Don't rate them too highly though; did most of them half-asleep."

Chan blinked, rather owlishly, when he spotted Austin shake his head, but he brushed it off in favour of returning to his own to try and get a better understanding of it before the end of lesson bell rung out.

#🌷 anon #stray kids #chan #changbin #x y/n #polyamourus ship

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kpop-bg-roleplay · 7 months

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Austin was taking some notes despite him barely grasping the concept, which was something revolving around a mnemonic of some sorts. SOH-CAH-TOA right? so sine over hypotenuse ang things like that.

Good thing he had a calculator or his mind would go into overdrive at how the information would go in one ear and out of the other.

As he was jotting down what he understood, he felt Chan whispering on his shoulder and sso Austin turned to the older male who was tired and looked like he was in pain.

"Well, I'm barely understanding it..", he mumbled before widening his eyes. "But mate.. You good? You look like a wreck, Chan. Did you even eat?" 🌷

Did he eat? A valuable question, yet a question that Chan wasn't the most confident about asking. It wasn't that he didn't eat anything, but the few bites of toast he had this morning had left him still feeling hungry. And combined with the lack of sleep? Yeah-

He wasn't exactly feeling at his best. Austin didn't have to know, however.

"Hmm? Yeah, I ate this morning, don't worry," he answered, omitting the truth of the situation. "I have time after school, you wanna try going over this again later? It's gonna bug me if I don't have the basics down at least."

#🌷 anon #stray kids #chan #changbin #x y/n #polyamourus ship #tw eating issues

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kpop-bg-roleplay · 11 months

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Math was one of the universally hated subjects in school, and Austin was one of those who hated them enough but thought that they needed to learn it somehow. He was lucky that A- and B were most of his grades or a C would really scare him.

The younger boy brought out his textbook and blankly stared at it before listening about the lesson which was about trigonometric functions and the applications. 🌷

Taking notes where he could and completing the tasks as best as his sleep-deprived mind would allow him, Chan rubbed at his temple, the music playing in his ear quietened down in an attempt to stave off the throbbing pulse of pain behind his eyes.

He needed an ibuprofen, stat. And probably something to eat.

"Austin, mate..." he leaned over, "you getting any of this? It's going in one ear and out the other right now-"

#🌷 anon #stray kids #chan #changbin #x y/n #school au #polyamourus ship

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kpop-bg-roleplay · 1 year

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"Right, that's actually better. Shouldn't have reminded you so soon.", Austin hummed softly before wrapping an arm over Chan's shoulder. This wasn't going to be good, long days would always tire him but will this be different? We won't know. "I swear, Maths just make me lose brain cells.", he laughed, trying to lighten up the mood.

Coming inside the classroom, the younger plopped into his seat and looked to the blackboard, noticing that most seats were vacant. They were really early.

He brought his headphones and connected it to his phone, listening to some lofi music.

Let class begin indeed. 🌷

Absorbed in the peace that was his notebook doodles and the music playing the earbud he had snuck into his ear, Chan snapped his head up once the bell that signified the start of classes rung out, the class teacher appearing through the door soon after. That didn't happen too often.

Maths was never Chan's favourite subject, but he was lucky that he consistently got B's when he couldn't be asked to put in the effort to study. His love of creative subjects outweighed academia, and it showed.

But his textbook was staring him in the face, and Chan was determined to finish the task given to the class so he could go back to jotting down the notes of the unnamed melody stuck in his head.

#🌷 anon #stray kids #chan #changbin #x y/n #school au #polyamourus ship

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kpop-bg-roleplay · 1 year

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Austin just sighed sympathetically and placed a hand over Chan's shoulder, shaking his head. "Let me guess.. you had some all-nighters, huh?", he asked, before earning a nod from the older. "And yeah, we're in for a long day today. Plus let's not get started about our project!", he said as the two walked to their class together.

The two shared most of their classes together, since they were in the same grade, except for an elective that they signed up in the first half. Austin opted to do art, his favorite. But now, they had to attend Math class first thing, yikes. 🌷

"The less you remind me, the better." Chan groaned, already wishing the day to end before his first class even began. The faster his Music Theory elective came by, the better, but there was no getting out of Maths, no matter how hard he tried.

Collapsing in his seat with an unceremonious exhale, Chan hummed to himself as he arranged his notepad and stationary, small doodles littering the corners of his pages.

Let class begin.

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Austin groggily wakes up from the blaring alarm tone in his cellphone with a small groan before looking at the time, sighing softly. "Phew, I thought I was late.", he laughed before getting up from his bed and freshened himself up with a face wash and a quick shower. After that, he fixed his hand, put his uniform on and made a simple sandwich for breakfast.

The lad walked to campus before spotting his best friend, Chan. He was older than Austin by a year but they are in the same grade. "Hey, mate! You're early.", the younger boy said, chuckling. 🌷

Pushing himself off of the ledge he was sitting on, Chan stretched, still obviously tired. Getting up earlier than his alarm wasn't something he particularly enjoyed doing, but after multiple all-nighters, the sleep routine he had worked so hard for had crumbled around him, and he was left waking up 'stupid early' for school.

"Don't remind me," he groaned, a light-hearted smile on his face, "I think I fucked up my sleeping schedule again. Today is gonna be a long day..."

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Baby Makes Four - Part 4

Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes

Timeline: None / A little AU

Rating: SFW

Prompt: Polyamourus Relationships are great. At least until there’s one too many.

A/N: This one is a little more Bucky-centric. He’s really not sure about this whole baby thing

Warning: Bucky’s anxious

MasterList | << Part 3 | Part 5 >>

"We'll hopefully figure out how far along you are today," the nurse said as she warmed up the ultrasound, glancing at the two brick walls masquerading as handsome men on Y/N's right. "So, uh..." She began carefully, "Like, one of you the dad and one of you a relative? Or like one of you just supporting your friends?"

Y/N glared at the two men, ensuring no sarcastic comments were made to the poor woman stuck in a room with Captain America and Sgt. Barnes, previously The Winter Soldier. Bucky's head tilted just slightly as he bit down his remark and behaved. He didn't particularly like hospitals. This was the 'Field Hospital' for their current Mission Agency because SHIELD was out of the question now, but Bucky still felt sick to his stomach being there.

"I think it's common knowledge that we're in a polyamorous relationship," Steve told the nurse gently. He didn't recognise her, but it wasn't like the Agency hired just anyone and threw them into work. He also didn't tend to need a medical professional on pregnancy. However, he was on a first-name basis with the trauma team. "You can just ask; we don't mind." Feeling that that point of awkwardness was now out of the way, the blonde looked at the blank screen expectantly, "Can we get pictures? To take home, I mean?"

The nurse nodded and smiled at them sheepishly, "Sorry, it's my first threesome."

A snort interrupted her, and she supposed she had set herself up for that, "That's what Y/N said..."

"Bucky," Steve warned.

Bucky cleared his throat, trying to look serious and composed as he leaned against the railing of the bed. With his nod, the nurse continued and flipped on the screen, "But, yes," she continued, "I can print your pictures, Captain."

The first scan was to check the health of mother and baby; it usually wouldn't be too exciting as the fetus would be too small or just a tiny sac. As the black and white image came up, the nurse let out a little 'oh' as legs and arms were visible. "You're about ten weeks, at a guess." Not noticing the near silence of the room, she went about making notes and adjusting the equipment so that the baby's heartbeat could be heard. "That's a solid heartbeat too."

With no one saying anything, she turned to look at them. All three, stunned into silence as they stared at the image. She watched as Steve grinned from ear to ear, and Y/N grabbed his hand blindly, her breath hitching visibly in her chest and her eyes misty. "I guess you weren't expecting to see something so 'baby-like', right?" She then noticed that Bucky's face was completely blank and tried to include him; some new parents could have trouble processing a scan. "Your baby is about the size of a strawberry." It only earned her a slight nod.

Y/N finally spoke up, her voice a little tight when she finally took her eyes off the screen, "Everything looks normal, right? Not too small or too big or - Isn't the heart a little fast?"

"Not at all." The nurse tried to reassure her, "It's in perfect range, and everything looks fine." Now she had to approach the other elephant in the room; carefully, she picked up a clipboard and tapped it lightly with her pen. "If you're worried about 'serum' related issues, then I can't answer that. We have no previous experience with Super Soldiers making babies; I can take a paternity test, giving us some clues later. It's a little invasive, a needle and a very low risk of-"

"No offence," Bucky spoke up suddenly, "We don't care who the father is. It's our," he gestured to the three of them before crossing his arms over his chest, "baby. And I'm not about to let you shove a needle into my girls."

"Easy, Buck. She's just doing her job." Steve's hand reach out to squeeze the other's shoulder, knowing he hated the room and the stink of disinfectant and the equipment and the talk of needles. "Also," his pale eyebrow rose, "'Girls'?"

"I meant -" A blush crept up onto his cheeks, "Shut up, Steve." Bucky pushed all of the air from his lungs before taking a short breath in; he leaned in to kiss Y/N's head and murmured that he had to get out of there.

Y/N nodded, a little disappointed, but she understood why he needed to go. "Bucky's right. This is our baby and knowing who the biological father is, isn't on our list of things to do. If there's an actual medical emergency that it's needed for, we can discuss it then."

The appointment didn't take long after that, mostly advice and thousands of questions Steve had prepared in a notebook. Eventually, they reunited with the brunette who was leaning on the driver side of the car, playing with the keys until his lover leaned up and kissed his cheek. Her palm rubbed along his arm to let him know everything was okay. They got into the car, Bucky and Steve in the front and Y/N taking the seat behind Steve on the passenger side. They drove in silence for almost five minutes when her stomach interrupted with a rumble, "Is it too early for me to be craving certain things?" Y/N laughed, "Like dessert in the middle of the day?"

Bucky was already turning the car into another lane, heading for downtown rather than home, "Craving has to be something you don't do as a habit, Doll." Y/N often coerced them into taking her to the dessert restaurant at least monthly, and the staff knew their orders by now.

It became quiet again, the atmosphere a little off. Steve's fingers tapped on his thigh to an invisible beat; he didn't usually fidget, not unless he had something to say and wouldn't. She could see Bucky's jaw tensing from her position behind Steve, and she managed to catch his steely blues in the rearview mirror. He sighed and broke the silence, "It's about the serum. I shouldn't have said anything about the paternity test, and what if you drew the short straw, and she gets my fucked up DNA? I mean, there's no way I'm biologically responsible, but I just - What if something goes wrong, it'll be because of my-"

"Bucky, there's every chance the baby could be yours. Why are you so against that?" Steve's arm twisted around his seat, seeking Y/N's hand instinctively, squeezing her fingers when she caught his hand. They had discussed this when Bucky had gone out the day before - worried he would become anxious after the appointment. They agreed that Steve would handle the talking on this one. "Your serum is no more dangerous than mine. All your issues are a result of what was done to you, not because of your serum. There's nothing in your genetics to worry about."

"I'm not against it – Jesus! The light's green, you asshole!" He hit the horn of the car and glared at the driver in front until they moved forward. He could hear his voice rising and tried to calm himself down; this really wasn't about him. He was ruining everything. With his temper a little more level, he tried to voice his thoughts, "I don't wanna be her dad. I don't wanna be responsible for giving her something bad." Bucky pulled off the road as soon as he could and parked the car in a pick-up bay before turning in his seat and reaching for Y/N; he knew his words would be upsetting for her to hear. He could tell that she was trying to keep her expression neutral for him when she met his eyes dead-on. "Don't get me wrong, Y/N. I want this baby - I just want to be able to point at Steve when she turns out to be allergic to fucking avocados or some shit. I just want her to be healthy – I just don't want to ruin this."

Y/N smiled gently, let go of Steve's hand to cup Bucky's face with both hers; her fingertips rubbed his stubble soothingly, "You won't ruin this." Y/N tried to reassure him. Then she raised her eyebrows at him playfully, "And I know you want this, and I know you care because you keep referring to our baby as 'She or Her'." His eyes darted to the left, and he blushed for the second time that day, "Do you want a baby girl, Bucky?" Without too much hesitation, he nodded once, turned his head to kiss her palm and then slid back into the driver's seat.

Steve smiled fondly at them both and added his own two cents to push away the last of the gloomy cloud threatening their day. "I wanted a dinosaur, to be honest, but I guess a girl would be okay too."

He hated therapy.

Bucky knew it was part of his pardon, but he still detested it. Didn't feel like he was getting anywhere with anything - talking to Steve or Y/N helped because he wasn't a pay packet to them. They had been there when his programming was broken; they watched him ball his eyes out and comforted him. They saw him on his best days and his worst days. Steve knew when he needed to let out some aggression or needed a drink, or just wanted quiet company. Y/N babied him when he needed it; she didn't put up with his selfish, stupid behaviour, and he knew he needed to be in control when he was with her. If he physically lashed out at Steve, the man could handle it. She would break like a twig, or he felt like he would frighten her away.

It was why he never raised his voice outside of a mission when he knew she was around. Y/N didn't see him as dangerous, and that frightened him.

Bucky didn't discuss his relationship or the news of their baby with the therapist. He kept it neutral; he didn't share that he was unsure and so anxious he couldn't sleep some nights.

The man had started getting out of bed to sleep on the couch or sometimes the floor. Bucky figured that Steve knew, but Y/N was yet to find out - what would she say? It was something he was still agonising over as he walked down the street toward his other appointment. Walking down the high street, eyes glancing at the shop windows occasionally, discreetly checking he wasn't being followed out of habit, pausing outside a shop window abruptly. Blue eyes glued to an object on display until someone brushed past him and pulled him from his daze - it would make him late if he bought them, still he was happy to do so.

"Steve!" That was what Bucky heard as he let himself into the apartment; it sounded frustrated and vaguely threatening enough to make him smile to himself. Not even a week after their ten-week scan and the Captain was on thin ice with Y/N. Bucky had left at eleven in the morning to go to his session and then ran his errands; glancing at the clock, he realised it was gone three. It was a miracle the blonde was alive. "It's a basket of laundry, not a filing cabinet! Let me load the damn washing machine."

"I was going to fill it anyway. You haven't sat down all day. Just let me handle this, Honey."

'Honey', Steve's go-to endearment when he was spoiling her or trying to win her over. It had a different effect than 'Babydoll' that he reserved for the bedroom - it sounded like it wasn't working though.

Bucky heard a glass cup hit the counter a little louder than needed, then he heard her muttering - fully aware that Steve would hear every word - "I'm pregnant, not dying." He saw Steve hold his hands up in surrender, not looking the least bit sorry as he jabbed the 'on' button.

Steve glanced in Bucky's direction to greet him with a nod; he looked back at Y/N to continue the conversation and then did a double-take. The blonde's eyebrows hit his hairline and Y/N became curious about his reaction. Walking around the kitchen island to see Bucky in the entranceway. "...Oh." The word was soft and her bare feet pattered quickly on the hardwood floor toward him, "Oh my god." Her hands combed straight into the short tufts of chestnut hair on his head. "You cut it. You actually cut it all off? I - You - Oh wow."

Bucky had been talking about a haircut for months. She had thought he meant a trim, but he had meant a little more than that. He licked his lips, waiting for her to get over the initial shock and stop touching it. Only, Y/N seemed fascinated by the new texture and massaged his scalp for good measure. He wasn't able to hide a shy smile behind the long tresses anymore, and Steve was still staring. "I feel kinda naked."

"You should be naked..." Y/N stated before realising she had spoken out loud. "I'm just... wow." Y/N smiled up at him, kissing his lips twice before finally letting his hair out of her hands. He'd always been handsome to her, and now she was able to see him fully - including his nervous expression, "It looks so good, Bucky." Then she noticed the paper bag in his hand and poked it curiously, "What's this?"

"Hmm?" He looked down at it as if he hadn't known he'd carried it all the way home, then pulled it away from her, "It's a surprise. For a time of my choosing." That meant Bucky was planning to squirrel it away until she forgot about it.

Steve picked up the bedding from a pile she had been sorting on the couch and headed for the bedroom whilst she was distracted. Though, she somehow sensed it, "Don't you dare, Rogers! I can make a bed."

"I just want to help." Steve tried to placate her with one of his boyish smiles - losing it as her glare became dangerous.

Y/N's hands found her hips and she huffed, "I know there were pregnant women in the past, and I bet they weren't treated like glass."

Bucky and Steve looked at each other, and Bucky shrugged when she pinned him with the glare she gave Steve just a moment before. "I mean, yeah. My Ma still did all the housework when she was carrying my sisters..." He peeped at the blonde for backup, but the look of betrayal on Steve's face made him scoff, "Well, she did!"

Steve was rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, "It's just a little extra help." He really had no idea how to make her see that all he wanted to do was look after her. "It's not like I signed you up to every mother and baby magazine within a sixty-mile radius. I'll let you open all the mail Bucky's got coming your way."

"What?!" Bucky stepped back and gaped like a fish out of water, trying to explain that he may have gotten carried away.

Bucky had left on a three-week-long mission a few days after her dressing down of them both. A week later, Steve was sent out on a solo mission that took him four days and returned with a fractured collarbone. Usually, the serum would have broken bones healed in no time, but the initial fracture had been quite a bad break to begin with; it was taking time. Y/N didn't mind taking care of him a little as she was stuck with office work due to her 'condition'.

She would rather be piloting the jets as usual.

Y/N shifted slightly when she heard her phone buzzing by her hip, she had been half asleep, but when she glanced at the caller ID, and Bucky's photo came up, the woman answered quickly. Bucky's face greeted her on the video, and her expression brightened, "Hey, Doll."

"Hey gorgeous," Steve's chest inflated beneath her head, and she stayed still whilst letting the Captain settle and murmur sleepily before he relaxed again. Y/N moved carefully in the crook of his arm, resting the back of her head between his shoulder and chest – careful not to put pressure on his aching bones.

"Shit," Bucky's voice was quieter now, "I forgot it's like two in the morning for you - I can call you ba-"

"Don't go! I miss you…" Her hushed plea made him grin, and he agreed to stay. Staring at the screen, Y/N tried to figure out where he might be, but all she could figure out was that it was a sniper hide. The biggest clue was the rifle he had set up partially out of view. "Steve broke his collarbone; he's taken some heavy-duty painkillers, so if we wake him up, he's gonna fall asleep again."

Bucky's nose scrunched up in sympathy, "Ouch… that one hurts like a bitch. How'd he manage that?"

"Cannonball." Bucky opened his mouth to speak but then closed it as she tried not to laugh, "I have no idea how or why he was hit with one, but this is Steve, and he's kinda dumb." There was a nod of agreement on the screen, "He's healing as expected, but I can tell he's hurting."

"Check my drawer later; there's a green tub full of something that looks like lube. It'll help with the pain." His head tilted to the left swiftly, and Y/N held her breath as she watched him listen, the moment was gone and he smiled back at her image. "Wolves howling in the distance." She let out the held breath, much to his amusement, "Anyway, how are you doing? I miss my girl."

Steve shifted under her again, groaning in discomfort and slowly, his eyes began to blink open, "It's Bucky."

"Mm…kay…" Then his eyes drifted closed once more. His long eyelashes fanned out on his cheeks and his hand came up lazily to wave before Steve was asleep.

The man on the phone waved back despite the lack of consciousness in his friend whilst Y/N stroked Steve's arm beside her head, "I'm Still being sick, still hungry all the time… a little horny." He quirked his eyebrow and she saw him lean forward, realising that his phone was standing somewhere rather than him holding it, "You need to come home soon and help me out."

Bucky's teeth dragged over his bottom lip, eyes darkening at her words, "If I wasn't so far away, Darlin'…."

"What would you do, Sarge." It still felt strange to call him that, but he liked it.

Bucky groaned quietly and grabbed the phone, switching off the video call so that he could speak to her without disturbing Steve's sleep. "Why you gotta do this to me? I can't just tease me like this."

"I asked you a question, soldier."

There was a short silence, then his honeyed tone crept through the speaker and caressed her ears. "You keep that up, little girl, and I'll put you over my knee," he heard her suppress a giggle on the other end of the line, "You think that's funny? When I get home, I'm gonna -"

Y/N's body jumped as gunfire crackled through the phone, "Bucky?!" She sat up, eyes wide as she waited for an answer, "Buck?" Her alarm drew Steve out of his sleep, and she could feel his heat against her back; his voice, thick with sleep, was asking her what had happened, his large hands rubbing up and down her goosbumped arms, "Bucky? Please..."

"I'm here." He could barely be heard, but she let out a relieved sound, "It's kicked off - I'll see you soon, Doll." His rifle went off twice into the receiver, and then he was gone.

Steve took her phone and placed it on the bedside table, "He knows better than to call during a mission." He then flipped on the lamp, rubbing his eyes from sleep to be able to focus on her. Y/N bit into her bottom lip and took hold of his hand when it touched her face, "He's sniping, Y/N. He's not that close to the fighting.

"I know he'll be fine…." Bucky always came home; he said he'd be home soon. "Doesn't make it any easier when one of you is away though." She watched him shift uncomfortably; a wince flitted across his face as he urged her to lay back down. "I didn't mean to wake you up - Bucky said there's something in his drawer that'll help with the pain."

"I've already raided his stuff," Steve wasn't shy about stealing Bucky's things, "You need to sleep more than I do, we're at the end of your first trimester and you need all the rest you can get."

Y/N was compliant for once, laying down despite knowing she wouldn't rest until Bucky rang her to let her know he was safe. She hated when they were away. She hated when they got hurt, and she especially hated waiting for them to come back to her.

What Y/N hated more than anything was when they didn't call her.

Her half-eaten toast barely hit her plate when she heard Bucky return - an annoyed groan telling her it was him. "For Fucks sake, Stevie, would it kill you to use the key dish." He was forever complaining about how Steve left the keys by the side of the dish rather than in it.

"Bucky!" He looked up as he slid his jacket off and barely caught her as the woman threw herself at him.

He laughed as she skidded on the hardwood and held her close, "Did you miss me?"

"I've been waiting for you to get home so I can punch you in your stupid face!" Bucky was three days late from his mission, and she had been anxious for his call that never came; of course, she was thrilled he was home safe and sound. "You didn't call me...." Taking a step back, Y/N examined him; he was clean and looked well-rested. Tactical gear nowhere to be seen and then she noticed he smelled like... "Were you in Wakanda?" He smelt like the flora he had told her grew in one of the border villages when she had asked him once. He opened his mouth to answer her, but she was quick to punch him in the shoulder angrily, "You were in Wakanda! Safe and sound whilst I sat here worried out of my mind! Why didn't you call?!"

He let her scold him, waiting for her to stop and glare before he dared answer, "I should have called, Doll, sorry I made you worry." It was a sheepish apology, and the way his hands trailed down her sides was distracting, though not enough to stop her from asking for more of an explanation. "I got cornered and had to fight my way out. My arm took some damage and I had to get it repaired." Bucky looked around the apartment for Steve, hoping he would help him out; when it was apparent he wasn't there, Bucky knew it was best to be charming. "C'mon, Darlin', don't be mad at me." Pulling her back into his embrace, kissing her forehead, her cheeks, her nose, and finally nuzzling her throat, "I seem to recall you were teasing last time we spoke. That call was getting real interesting."

Y/N wasn't going to fall for half hooded steely blue eyes, perfect lips or seductive whispers, "Not happening." She turned from his embrace and headed back for the kitchen to finish eating, "Steve's gone for a run." Watching Bucky enter the main room, his right hand kneading into his left shoulder, some of her annoyance melted away, and she sighed. "Baby update."

Bucky perked at that and came to her side, his gaze dropping to her belly, then back up to her face, "Is she alright? Did something happen with her?" Had he really worried Y/N that much that he caused a problem with the baby? Bucky's hands fisted on the counter, and his jaw tensed almost painfully as he waited.

"Baby is fine," he eased his body and Y/N handed him a lemon she had been saving for this. Bucky turned the lemon this way and that, confusion evident on his face before tilting his head curiously. "That's how big our strawberry is now."

"Big as a lemon?" The man sat on the stool beside her and cradled the fruit tenderly; he could close his hand around it. It fit in his palm so perfectly that he couldn't help but be a little awed, "Holy cow... she's so tiny." Reaching out, Bucky turned Y/N toward him, his thumbs pushing up her top to expose her stomach to him, "You're so tiny." He was whispering to her belly, head leaning in to press his lips to her skin, thumbs stroking her, "I'm sorry I didn't call your Ma and made her worry. When are you gonna get bigger, huh? I can't wait."

Y/N giggled as his stubble tickled her, "You don't wanna see me get all big."

"I do." Looking up at her, cheek rubbing into her stomach, Bucky sighed, "I wanna see you round... I imagined it on the way home, and - God, Y/N, I wanna see you getting bigger as she grows." His words were meant to be sweet, he wanted her to know he was looking forward to it, but at the same time, he felt suddenly needy. Something deep and primal clawing at him - he wanted to feel like it was his fault that her body would change to accommodate their baby. "Shit." The man groaned and pressed his forehead to her, the tips of his ears going red, "I'm one of those guys."

Her fingers carded through his hair, smirking at his embarrassed whine, "Bucky Barnes has a bump fetish. This is better than watching Steve try out baby food and gagging."

"I really gotta stop leaving all the stupid behind for him."

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