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eddiesfaerie · 3 months ago

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who you let in

Summary: Jack has a soft spot. He didn't expect you to be the one to find it. (6.9k words) read on ao3 here

Pairing: Jack Abbot x f!reader

Warnings: NSFW, porn with plot (the storyteller within me can't help it), unspecified age gap, hurt/comfort for both of them LOL, canon typical gore? medical stuff? idk, panic attacks, trauma, angst, power dynamics (reader's a med student), suicidal ideation, Jack being flustered, oral (m receiving because he needs it), big dick Jack, fingering, rushed sex despite how long this fic is i'm sorry, unprotected PIV sex, Jack's sort of a soft dom, semi-public sex, praise kink, competency kink, lots of fleshy bodily words in here to describe lust idk

AAAAA i just spent all day writing this yes i'm embarrassed <3 also haven't posted my writing in like actual years at this point.... anyways be nice to me

It’s unlike you, Jack thinks to himself, to look so out of it.

GSW to the chest. A young girl in her early twenties maybe. She’s lost a lot of blood. Her blonde hair somehow already matted with it, so much so that she could pass as a natural brunette. It’s gone dark with oxygen and coagulation.

Your team huddles around her, as do the other units around the dozens and dozens of gurneys being brought in one after the other, unrelenting and without promise to end soon.

All protocols you’ve learned in the last year are out the window. Disregarded for the mass casualty event that was PittFest. None of the residents had ever seen anything like this, you’d never seen anything like this. This was the most action you’d ever witnessed and suddenly you felt like there was a balloon in your own chest, compressing air flow or blood flow or something to your head.

All the blood, the smell of metal inescapable no matter which section of the ER you were suddenly rushed to.

Your knees go weak, they shake, your hands shake. Everything’s wrong-

“She’s going white Abbot pull her out.”

You hear your attending huff from right behind you before his hand finds your bicep, curling around it and pulling you from where you leaned over the patient. You can hardly protest, your mind elsewhere and your feet blindly follow Dr Abbot who leads you to the family room.

“Robby I need you to cover over on the GSW to the chest for a sec.” He calls over, his voice ringing in your ears, your mind trying to focus on one single thing but everything’s registering all at once. His hand on your arm, all the beeping, the cries of agony, tubes being intubated and balloons being puffed into chests. It all seems a lot further away when Abbot closes the door.

You never thought you were particularly his favourite. You’re much younger and typically too upbeat. You clash naturally, he’s not drawn to you and you’re not drawn to him.

Dr Abbot is unafraid of correcting you in front of your peers. After a year now of him being your attending you’ve become familiar with his ways but that doesn’t mean you’re any more appreciative of the public humiliations.

There’s something about these older ex military men, the ones who joined too young and have been in the system ever since, climbing up and up the ranks, hardening at each level to a point where disassociation is expected. Hold it in, hold it together. There’s is no I in team. All for one and one for all. All that bullshit.

Dr Abbot wasn’t really that guy to a T but hell was he uncrackable, unshakeable, hard as stone. No doubt it’s helped him here in the ER, you’ve never seen someone as laser focused and capable as Dr Abbot. It’s almost effortless for him, it seems. Like he doesn’t have to think twice about anything. His confidence is unmatched and you’d always admired that, no matter how much you thought he disliked you. So yeah it was kind of surprising when he was the one to pull you away for a time out.

Jack never meant to become so attuned to you. He didn’t do it on purpose. He blames it on being your attending for a while now, he’s worked with you the closet over this past year and he knows how you work, how you operate. He didn’t mean to but it happened. He feels like he can read you like an open book, you wear your emotions on your sleeve, on your face. You’ve never been one to conceal how you were feeling, unlike him. So when you stopped talking, stopped making little remarks and little jokes, nearly frozen and clearly dissociating, he knew what was happening long before the resident called for you to be pulled out. He wanted to give you a moment to bounce back as you usually do.

Dr Abbot closes the curtain to the family room, shutting the door. He turns around and finds you still awkwardly standing there, eyes far off, elsewhere. He had expected you to take a seat immediately, he doesn’t know what you’re still doing up considering how close you look to collapsing.

“S-sorry I don’t know what’s happening, I-” You stammer, embarrassed yet not in control of whatever’s taking over your mind and body.

“Hey, hey stay with me, kid. Don’t go to that place.”

Abbot puts his hand softly on the middle of your back, guiding you to the chair. You sit down reluctantly, unable to move your body in a coordinated way for some reason. He kneels in front of you, groaning as he goes down and his knees cracking.

“Listen, don’t tell anyone but I’ve had my fair share of panic attacks, okay?”

“Is that- is that what’s happening?” You ask dumbly, squeezing your eyes shut. You suddenly feel dizzy. Not enough oxygen to the brain.

“How does your chest feel? Can you breathe?”

“I feel like I can’t.”

“Then yeah, that’s what’s happening.”

Your lip wobbles despite how much you’re still trying to hold it together, that much Abbot can tell. You’re fighting like hell against this panic attack which might only threaten to make things worse. He grabs your hand in his, squeezing lightly. You’re barely able to return it.

“What are five things you can see?”

“W-What?” You sniffle.

“Tell me five things you can see, come on.” He squeezes your hand again, reassuringly.

You try to take a deep breath but your diaphragm spasms and it comes in all shaky, causing you to hiccup like a child.

“Y-you.”

Against all odds, Dr Abbot smiles. Incredibly small but you see it.

“That’s right. What else?”

You try to take a deep breath again. “Uh, the paintings on the wall.”

Abbot nods. You continue.

“The curtains. The chairs. The door.”

“Good. That’s good. What about four things you can touch?”

“Your hand.” You say most obviously, since he’s still holding your clammy hand in his. You’d be embarrassed if you weren’t so shaken up.

Dr Abbot squeezes your hand again and this time you squeeze back, a silent thank you of sorts.

“Um, my scrubs, my hair on my neck, the wind from the fan.”

“Okay, now three things you can hear.”

“Your voice.” Dr Abbot chuckles, like he was expecting it.

“Sure.” He nods.

“You’re breathing.” You take a deep breath now, as if it reminded you. Abbot breathes deeply with you.

You try to motion lazily to the door, “The doctors outside, I can hear them talking.”

“That’s right, and they’re being pretty loud, aren't they?” He tries to joke, to lighten the mood.

You nod your head, yeah.

“What about two things you can smell?”

You go to open your mouth but Abbot cuts you off again.

“And don’t say me, we’re about an hour into this shift and I know I’m not smelling too pretty right now.”

You laugh, you actually giggle a bit, albeit a bit breathless, your body still trying to catch up to your more relaxed mind. Jack smiles.

“I can smell metal and disinfectant.”

“Okay and one thing you can taste.”

Your cheeks burn a bit. You know it doesn’t mean anything but when you started each sentence with something relating to him… You can’t help but think.

“My stale gum.”

Jack chuckles a bit, shaking his head. What were you doing with mouth in your gum. It’s not allowed on shift but everything had started so suddenly you hadn’t had a moment to toss it and you got scared on choking on it if you swallowed it.

Abbot clicks his tongue at you in disapproval, holding out his open hand near your mouth. You look at him confused, but he just gestures to his outreached hand.

“Spit it out, let’s go get you a new one, hmm?”

Your face burns again, but you do what he says for some reason.

Because he asked.

He closes his palm around your gum for a moment before easily tossing it into the trash can in the corner of the room.

Dr Abbot stands back up, knees cracking again. He helps you up, holding your elbows in each of his hands. You’re still a little wobbly, weak in the knees from your body’s sudden breakdown. You haven’t yet regained all your strength.

You try to steady yourself, your hands gripping his forearms, trying to concentrate on the strength of him holding you up.

You suddenly feel oddly close to him. Not just physically seeing as how close you two are standing but in the air, it feels like something’s shifted, like something’s irreparably been changed between you two. He’s just seen you at your most vulnerable, talked you through your first panic attack and even admitted to having experienced them himself. How many people in the ER can say they know that much about Dr Jack Abbot.

Maybe you’re just over analyzing what’s transpired.

“How you feeling?” His voice sounds out and you realize you had your eyes squeezed shut, when you open them Jack’s peering down at you, trying to give you the softest look he can muster.

“I’m okay.”

“Yeah? You don’t have to be.” You shake your head no.

“No, no I’m good. Promise.”

“I’ve got my best med student back?”

You can’t help but look at him quizzically, laughing a little.

“I don’t think I’m your best med student but sure, I’m back.”

“Come on, take the compliment.” He quips and it surprises you. You didn’t think he’d press your objections.

“I actually thought you-” Hated me, you want to say.

“I know.”

Oh.

“I know I’m hard on you. But I only do it because I know you can take it. I think it makes you better.”

Your lips go into a hard line, you nod. Right….

“I mean, it doesn’t hurt to be told I’m doing good every now and then. I do think I’m tough, you’re right, but I don’t know… I like this side of you.” You admit before you can stop yourself.

Now it’s Jack’s turn to blush. His cheeks go red in that boyish way and it blossoms all the way to the tips of his ears. Your heart leaps a bit.

If you weren’t back to yourself before, you were now. You’re suddenly very aware of how close you’re standing even though you’ve both let go of each other. It was sobering.

“Alright kid, as long as you don’t tell anyone.” He winks.

You burn.

“Promise.”

Things did, in fact, change after that.

Dr Abbot pulls you for huddles, just you and him now for feedback, no longer doing it in front of the other med students, doctors or attendees.

You stand closer to him, he stands closer to you in general.

He’s not afraid to grab your hand and stop you from doing something. Or start something. The amount of times he’s guided you through a procedure you’d never done before with his steady hadn’t engulfing yours, guiding a blade smoothly through a patients skin or a thin tube through an incredibly small incision.

You wondered if anyone noticed. If anyone had become attune to the fact that you followed each other around like each other’s shadows. Never one without the other. You could see Princess and Perlah whispering to each other whenever you stood close to Dr Abbot, you couldn’t help but smile at the fact that at least someone noticed how he’d picked you as his favourite and warmed up to you. It made you feel special, all girlish and giggly even though it absolutely shouldn’t.

A new unusual sound had started to fill the ER. Jack Abbot’s laughter, even quiet giggles fuelled by none other than you. Not even Robby, once his rival now best friend in the ER, could get that sound out of him as often as you do.

Jack gets you sandwiches, juice boxes from the cafeteria when you look particularly out of it or if the moment granted a quick escape for food. He’d find a chocolate bar or anything to perk you up on days where you weren’t doing so hot, or had a particularly anguishing patient. Death was inescapable in the ER, everyone knew that but not everyone handled it well, it didn’t matter how well versed or experienced you were in the medical industry.

Not even Jack himself.

The night shift was now coming to a close, meaning the clock was close to striking 7am. That awkward time before the day shift shows up and the night team goes home to sleep through the day, all to start again in 12 hours.

It was weird working in the off hours, you felt like a vampire or a bat, you thought to yourself as you climbed the steps to the roof, trying to find Jack. You knew him well now, and you know where he goes to run away when he can’t handle the weight of the shift anymore.

You open the door, it creaked open annoyingly loud, announcing you rather ungraciously.

Jack drops his head low at the sound of the door opening. He knew it was you coming to find him. He leans back against the railing behind him.

“What are you doing up here?” He asks, calling out to you without turning his head. The wind carries the sound of his voice to you.

The sun is threatening to come up over the city line, light only beginning to spill upwards into the sky, painting the clouds all pretty shades of light blue, pink and orange. You struggle to take in the beauty due to the night that just transpired.

The vet hit and run. It was a hard one on Jack. He’d known guys like that in the military. They seemed untouchable, surviving tour after tour. It was never easy to watch one go, especially the ones that made it home and get taken out in some seemingly avoidable way.

Some church bell tolls in the distance. You approach him, unsure how to answer what you’re doing up here. Checking on you, wanting to make sure you’re okay, everyone’s worried but the reality was no one batted an eye at him escaping after spending the last two hours coding this guy into the system. This was how Jack operated. Disassociate, dissociate until he couldn’t anymore and his feet carried him up to the roof. Contemplating.

So you don’t say anything, you just stand behind him.

Jack’s skin looks golden up here. The light passing through his curls, catching the greys. Your heart tightens.

“It’s always a rough way to end the night.” You offer, unsure of what else to say.

“I must’ve had a reason at one time to keep coming back but… I can’t think of it right now.” Jack grips onto the railing, leaning forward and looking down below him.

You instinctively reach out to him, your hand going for his bicep, it’s closest to you. Despite the cool early morning air, his skin was still hot to the touch, still coming down from what had just gone down in the ER room.

“Jack…” You can’t help but sigh, silently pleading with him to stop.

His head turns, dark eyes meeting yours. God he looks so sad, a man worn down.

And you realize you’ve never called him by just his name. Just Jack.

“D-Dr Abbot, I mean- sorry.”

He doesn’t correct you. He doesn’t particularly care right now. And the way you said it makes his heart tight like your hand is on his arm. Palms clammy with being so high up and so close to a ledge. You never liked heights and you hate that he’s always flirted with them.

He clicks his tongue, sighing before crouching down and reeling himself back over to your side of the railing. You sigh in relief, you hadn’t realized you were holding your breath.

Jack is completely distraught. He looks wrecked, broken.

Your hand still on his arm, he comes to face you, standing so close but you can’t find it in you to step away from him, not when he’s like this.

Jack drops his forehead to your shoulder, you try not to freeze up at the sudden extreme closeness.

“Are you okay?” You ask dumbly, voice gone quiet because of how close he is. Your lips ghost over the shell of his ear, plush flesh on soft cartilage. Jack shivers, turning his head slightly and his nose pushes into your neck.

What else is there to say to such a quiet man, lost in his own solitude of reflection.

“No.” He says simply, plainly.

Your heart aches for him.

Your hand is still on his arm, you flatten it and trail it up to his shoulder, squeezing him there.

He presses himself closer to you. You hold your breath, your heart threatening to leap up out of your throat. You swear he must feel it beating through his own chest. You think you can feel his.

He trails his nose along your neck, up your ear. You can feel that subtle white beard that carves the angles of his face so sharply, so perfectly, colour so soft and white it nearly blends into his skin seamlessly. They catch at your skin in that scratchy way and its almost too much.

His hands, they move and suddenly they’re on your waist, sliding around the circumference of you until he’s enveloped you in his strong arms. You can feel how sturdy he is, how solid and strong from years of exertion and force and yet you feel like you could blow away at any moment. This cannot be real. You can smell his hair, the remnants of his cologne peaking through the smell of antiseptic and disinfectant. You can smell him.

He knows this shouldn’t really be happening. You both do. You’re both very much aware of that fact. Even though its just a hug its just a hug. Jack had been aware of it ever since that day in the family room when he first worried about you. Because that’s what friends do… they worry about each other, right? Friends….

Jack lets his nose travel higher, along your hairline behind your ear, relishing in the closeness of another living, breathing human being. Warm flesh against flesh, closeness of muscles and organs. Hearts, beating. When was the last time this happened? When was the last time he let his walls down like this? You both wondered.

“I’m sorry.” He offers lamely, voice quiet and matching yours. He tries to pull away from you but his body doesn’t get the memo, he stills clings to you. He’s afraid of what would happen if he were to let go now. Surely he’d crumble into nothing off this roof.

He moves his head, nose against your cheek as your hands move to his chest, bunching up the fabric of his shirt in your palms. You don’t want him away either. You need him close, suddenly very close. Despite your breathlessness at the closeness, you think you’d stop breathing if he were to pull away now. You wouldn’t bear it.

You shake your head no, “Don’t be.” You reassure him, voice still quiet.

Something posses you and you nudge your nose with his, Jack sighs loudly, arms tightening around you and you sigh too. Your mouth opens in an innocent way, trying to get more oxygen to your brain. But you can feel his breath on yours, feel it fanning against your lips and you lean closer, pushing your nose into his again and he has to use every iota of strength within him to not lunge into you.

This shouldn’t be happening, he reiterates to himself. All the alarms are going off in his head. He shouldn’t be touching you like this, he shouldn’t have grabbed you, you shouldn’t be letting him. You could both get in serious trouble for this.

But you fist at his shirt, hands trembling against his chest, feeling him, muscles under supple flesh. Your lips part, small breath fanning against his lips and he breaks. He’s just a man.

Jack presses his open mouth to yours, and you let him again for a reason he doesn’t quite understand. It’s sloppy in a desperate way, passionate and sad. You could cry if you weren’t so wrapped up in the feel of being completely encompassed by him, his soft lips on yours.

You open your mouth wider, your hands moving from his chest to wrap your arms completely around his neck, hauling his body into yours as if you couldn’t get any closer. You wanted to meld into him. Bone fusing to bone. You let your tongue poke out and suddenly he’s right there with you, his tongue going as far into your mouth as it possibly can, trying to get to every inch of you. Jack whines and you burn at the pathetic sound. A grown man, whimpering for you. Your knees threaten to buckle.

His body flush with yours, you can’t help but feel how his body reacts to you. Hard and solid against your hip, your leg as your bodies writhe against the other, pleading to get closer.

“Jack,” you whimper into his mouth, unsure, testing.

Jack lets his lips travel to the corner of your mouth, kissing every inch of you that he possibly can, your teeth as you say his name, your cheek, earlobe, the spot underneath your ear.

“Tell me to stop.” He groans, hands moving back to their spot on your waist, trailing down to your hips where he grinds you against him, making that aching part of him known.

You whimper again, eyes threatening to roll into the back of your head like the sun threatens to come over that edge and catch you both where you ought not to be.

“I don’t want you to stop.” You admit, face burning even though you’re both as debauched and pathetic sounding as the other.

Boldly, you let one hand travel down from his neck, down his body to softly touch in between his legs, feeling where he’s hard, aching between his legs. He groans again, this time absolutely pained, his forehead dropping to yours.

“W-We shouldn’t be doing this.” He admits, like you both don’t know that already. He’s practically begging you to give him a reason to stop this now, even though he knows he’s already too far gone to do anything at this point. You’re too warm, too welcoming and soft and willing. Salvation.

“Especially not here.” You manage to laugh a little. Suddenly you pull away from Jack and he thinks that’s it, you’re calling it. His instincts propel him to check his watch to check the time. T.O.D. Time of death. He’s being dramatic.

You pull him to the opening of the stairwell, creaking open that squeaky door once again and you lightly press him against the wall furthest away from the stairs.

It’s an enclosed space, a room up on the roof. You have to open another door to get to the stairs which lead all the way down to the ER, blocked by another set of doors. If someone were to go into the stairway, you’d hear them from a mile away. At least that’s what you hoped.

Jack let’s you move him, lets you press your body against his and kiss his tanned, freckled neck. Your hand finds its spot on his crotch, feeling him through his pants. God he hasn’t gone down an inch. He feels huge, painfully hard. You can’t believe you’re feeling him like this. You can’t believe The Jack Abbot is letting this happen, you can’t believe he wants it. With you.

“Can I?” You ask, already lowering yourself to your knees.

Jack just looks at you in complete and utter disbelief, mouth agape as he watches you get down on your knees, pressing your face to his clothed dick, kissing him through the fabric. Kill me now, he thinks. If anyone were to find you both like this…

He feels like a dirty old man as you pull his cock from his pants, watching it spring up and slap his belly with wide eyes, like you need it, like you’re suddenly starving.

His cock is huge. You don’t know what you expected but it wasn’t this. You try not to look frightened by it, by the prospect of shoving it into your mouth and hopefully, your cunt.

He’s your attendee, you try not to think about that. Try not to think about how you’re his subordinate and he’s so much older than you, experienced, well versed. This is all completely wrong, incredibly fucked up but fuck if it doesn’t turn the both of you on just a little more in the worst way.

His dick is hot in your hand, skin like silk and you salivate at the pure sight of it. You look up at him, his face flushed all the way up to his ears and down to what you can see of his chest poking out through the small v in his shirt. Skin on fire.

You give him a sort of inquisitive look and he realizes he never answered you. You looking up at him with those big, needy eyes. He can only bring himself to nod his head, at a lost for words.

You smile up at him, hand already gliding up and down his thick length. Jack hisses at the near foreign sensation, in this moment he can’t bring himself to remember the last time this happened, let alone a time when it wasn’t his own hand. Yours is much smaller, more delicate than his, you can barely wrap it around the entirety of him and suddenly he feels dizzy.

You lean forward, kissing the tip of him and he squeezes his eyes shut. He doesn’t know what to do with his hands, they open and close into fists at his sides. God does he want to touch you, to have you let him take what he wants but he’s afraid. Afraid of over stepping, afraid of scaring you.

Suddenly you’re opening your mouth and kissing at the head of him, licking at his slit, collecting whatever’s pooled there and humming to yourself at the taste. You’re worried you’ll become addicted to this.

More of him slides into your mouth, all the way until he’s hitting the back of your throat. Suddenly his hands are flying to the side of your head, holding you there. His eyes open and he looks down at you, eyes intense, mouth set into a hardline like he’s barely hanging by a thread. You make eye contact with him and he groans, loud. You’ve only ever seen him like this leaned over a patient, intense focus, blinders on to anything except the task at hand. But this time its you. Your pussy throbs.

Jack let’s himself thrust into your mouth a couple of times, eyes squeezed shut again, head leaned back against the wall behind him in complete surrender to you and your mouth. He says your name so broken, like its the only thing he can remember, the only thing keeping him grounded.

You wonder if he’ll let you fuck him.

A few more thrusts and suddenly Jack is pulling you off of him, looking back down at you again and hauling you back up to your feet. You give him the saddest eyes and he swears his heart breaks.

“I’m- I was gonna cum if you kept that up.” He sort of laughs to himself. Jack’s never felt more out of practice than he does now, pants down around his ankles, cock heavy and begging still in your hand, and a young, pretty girl looking at him with wet eyes, hungry for him.

What did he do in a past life to deserve this?

“That was kind of the idea.” You smile, bitting your lip and your hand continues to move up and down on his aching length.

Back face to face now, Jack can’t believe he has you like this, lips plump and swollen with exertion and slick with spit. Your eyes are dark with greed, hunger for something else. He never though this would happen, not between the two of you. Not that he ever explicitly thought about it but there were moments of weakness. Moments where he let his mind wander as he held your hand in his, guiding you through a procedure, noticing your body and its proximity, its warmth, that girlish smell you carry around you. You’ve always been intoxicating, a temptation just begging to be indulged in. Had he mentioned how wrong he thought all of this was?

“Jack?” You ask, pulling him out of this thoughts.

“Hmmm?” He basically slurs, distracted by the continuous movements of your hand on his cock, it was on the verge of turning painful.

“I asked you if you’re gonna fuck me.” You ask, devilish grin plastered on your face like you’re the cat who got the fucking cream. Or is at least trying to.

Jack lets out a broken laugh, voice cracking from your particularly harsh grip on him.

“Is that- Is that what you came up to the roof for?” He jokes but suddenly you think he’s being serious.

You worry thats all you thought of him, of this. A quick fuck, a need for release, a need to forget what happened tonight.

“No, Jack that’s not- I swear-” You struggle to find your words.

Jack smiles at you, it alleviates some of your worries. His hand moves and finds the waist band of your pants, he shoves it down until he’s cupping your sex. You gasp, his hand hot, feeling your hotter core and whats embarrassingly seeped out of you ever since you pulled him from the railing.

Jack clicks his tongue at you, like he always does.

“Yeah, I bet you want me to fuck you, alright. You’re soaking for it.”

Oh fuck.

You whimper, leaning easy into his touch, letting him feel you.

“Fuck, baby.” He groans, his fingers gliding easy through your glossy folds, playing around in the mess you made. Its embarrassing. So much so that you almost miss him calling you baby.

Jack doesn’t fight the temptation long, no matter how much he wants to tease you about it. His two fingers find your hole and push in steadily, afraid to hurt you. You gasp, body falling into his, letting him hold you with his other arm. Your hand on his cock stutters but is determined to keep pleasuring him.

You moan when he pushes his fingers all the way in, crooking them to press up against that spongey spot inside of you, your eyes nearly rolling into the back of your head.

“Fuck-” You choke, head heavy on his shoulder, your lips grazing his neck as he thrusts his fingers in and out of you, switching it up between that and toying with that fucking spot inside of you.

“Jack, I’m-”

“Oh I bet you are.” He chides and you burn.

This could have been so humiliating if you chose it to be. How quickly you folded for him, how badly and desperately you needed him. As if he hadn’t folded just as quickly, if not faster, for you.

Suddenly his fingers are ripped from your core and he’s ripping your pants down along with your underwear. You step out of them quickly, letting him manhandle you around to get you were you wants you.

“Look at you listening to me so easily now.” Jack remarks, turning you around and pushing you up against the wall.

“I always listen to you.” You admit, voice breathless and breaking and sounding completely debauched.

You feel him step in to your space, you arch your back instinctively and Jack basically purrs all soft for you. You feel the head of his cock at your entrance, threatening your folds. You whimper, shiver. You try to push into him but his hand flies to your neck, holding you still where you are.

He leans over your back, rucking your shirt up with the hand that was holding his dick. He hadn’t meant for this to happen like this, all dirty and rushed and in his fucking workplace. He thinks about the rest of you, hidden under your scrubs, how he’d kiss every inch. Maybe that was for another time. Hopefully.

“I know you do.” He praises, kissing the back of your neck and pushing into cunt in the same breath. You both groan way too loudly, pure relief coming over the both of you.

Jack breaches you slowly, he knows he’s big. He’s not even being any type of way about it, he just knows its a lot from past…. flings. But God do you take him like a champ. You push your hips back into his, needing him to fill you completely you’re fucking whimpering for it.

But Jack’s still got his hold on you, pinning you down so he can work you onto his cock slowly, at his own pace. He’s in control here.

You both moan again once he reaches the end of you, fully seated in your velvety pussy. His head falls onto your back, his arms wrapping around you to hold you to him, anything to get closer. You scramble to gain purchase on anything, the wall, his strong arms, anything. You feel dizzy, you feel full, you feel drunk.

“Always so good for me. Such a good girl” He moans, hips pulling back to just thrust back in punishingly. It punches a moan out from your gut.

You nod your head, unable to speak. I try to be good, I try to be.

Jack doesn’t wait, this has to be quick anyways, you both have been gone for far too long, he’s suddenly reminded that the day shift will be showing up in a matter of minutes and God knows Robby will be looking for him up here. His dick throbs at the thought of being caught balls deep inside of you, his little med student.

He pulls you back by the ass to meet his hips, pumping himself in and out of your creamy pussy at a brutal pace, his eyes nearly rolling into the back of his head. He says your name, you’ve never heard him say a name quite like that and it breaks you.

“I-Is this good?” He asks, trying to be sexy but it comes out broken, desperate and pathetic.

You nod your head frantically again, trying to turn your head to look at him and Jack’s heart soars at the sight. Your pupils blown black, eyes big and watery from the feel of his cock filling you up to the absolute brim, hair matted to your sweaty forehead. He wants to lick the sweat from you. Next time, next time.

Jack leans closer, kissing you on the open mouth and you moan debauchedly into him. As he moved closer to you to keep kissing you it pushed his cock that much further into you, his hips grinding into your ass and his cock into the absolute end of you. You can barely keep yourself standing, you’re thankful for Jack’s strength keeping you up, you could’ve had both feet off the ground and you’d have no idea.

His cock pummels into you, moan after moan being punched from your chest, your gut, the deepest part of you.

You whimper into his mouth at his sweet kisses in contrast with his harsh thrusts, it was enough to make your head spin, your pussy clench, threatening to burst.

“Tell me it’s good, need you to say it for me.”

“S-So good, Jack. You feel-”

“Yeah?”

You cry, you think a lone tear falls from your eye and maybe Jack kisses it away or licks it but his cock doesn’t stop and suddenly you’re cumming, completely surrendering your body to his. You shudder and twitch and your pussy squeezes his dick so tight he nearly sees stars, it takes everything in him to not blow his load inside of you in that instant.

That would be bad, that would be really bad, that would be messy and irresponsible and fuck he’s not wearing a condom how could you both have been so stupid and drunk off each other to not grab a condom. It’s not like you have them in your scrubs but theres a dispenser in the bathroom and -

“Jack please,” You beg, voice so small and worn out. Your hand reaches out behind you, grabbing for him and suddenly he’s pulled back to the very real reality where he is fucking the shit out of you and he’s about to cum about it.

“Please what?” He asks, needing to hear you say it.

“Need you- need you to cum for me. Please Jack.”

Fuck, he doesn’t want this to be over, he needs this to go on forever, needs you to suddenly be his salvation, he’s not quite sure how he’s gone on this long without you but he knows he can’t go forward without it.

Jack’s body tenses, his cock somehow gets impossibly harder, you feel it thicken inside of you and you moan again, another orgasm threatening to rip through you.

But suddenly he’s pulling himself out of your greedy hole, his voice breaking as he spills himself onto the concrete floor beneath the both of you. Your cunt pulses, desperate to have him fill you again. Before you can protest his fingers lunge up into your abused hole again and he grating at that spot inside of you, the one that has you seeing stars.

“Need another one, yeah?”

“Jack- fuck!” It complete takes over you.

Somehow without having to even tell him, he felt the way your pussy spasmed and cried around him right before he pulled out, he knew you were close to cumming again. And ever the gentleman he is, he’s going to give you another one.

He’s unrelenting, just like he was with his cock. His two fingers crook up against that spot again and suddenly you’re seeing stars.

Jack’s arm wraps around the front of your shoulders, hauling your back straight against his chest, holding your trembling body to his. You can feel his slowly softening cock against your lower back, cum still dripping from it onto your ass.

“Do it, please.” He begs of you this time, the muscles in both arms trembling from his own orgasm.

Jack feels your pussy spasm again, feels the way your chest quickens its breathes, the way your feet nearly kick out from under you with the strength of it all and your cumming on his hand, your eyes going black and blind from the force of it.

You slump back against him, letting him hold you once again. Jack wraps both his arms around you, swinging you around so that his back is pressed against the wall so he can lean on something. You both try to catch your breath, clinging to each other with leftover desperation.

Greedily, he lets a hand swipe through your abused folds, collecting what you’ve given him. You whimper, leaning your head back to hide it in his neck, embarrassed.

“Jack,” you whine in a pathetic attempt at protesting.

He clicks his tongue at you, “Let me.” He tells you, plainly.

His fingers linger, scooping up what he can and bringing it to his lips. He licks everything, groaning at the taste and letting his eyes close. You whine, pushing your face further into his neck, smelling him. He smells manly, like sweat, cologne and sex. You let it envelop you.

Jack holds you like that for as long as he humanly can. Before the thoughts of getting caught inevitably come crashing down upon him again.

“We have to move, kid. Can’t stay like this forever.” He tells you in a sad tone. You press a final kiss to his neck, breathing him in before pulling away.

“I know.”

You both pull yourselves back together. Jack puts his own pants back on as he watches you pull your underwear on slowly. Mindlessly, he reaches for your pants and holds them out for you. You put your hands on his shoulders while you step into them.

“Thank you.” You tell him, voice gone quiet again, like you already have to be hush hush about this.

Jack kisses the top of your head sweetly. You wonder what’s to come after this. You look up at him and he gives you that slick side smile you’ve only seen him throw Robby or Dana.

“Didn’t know you could make noises like that.” He smiles and you push him back against the wall you were both just fucking up against, your face absolutely burning. This motherfucker likes making fun of you.

“Jack I swear to God-”

He grabs you and kisses you again, holding your face to his. You let him kiss you, fighting the want to just melt back into him and stay here.

Jack pulls away first. His anxiety getting the best of him.

“Can I drive you home?” He asks, unsure of what else to say. He needs to get you out of the workplace and have a normal fucking conversation with you that doesn’t revolve around grief and dying kids and elderly on life support.

And besides he knows you take the bus.

“Yes please.”

okayyy i literally had to cut it short because this shit was getting too long LOL, i had a full final act outlined but maybe that could be a shorter part two if anyone's interested..... lmk <3

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hor3nee · 2 years ago

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• Life •

Sukuna grappling becoming a father while you give birth.

CW/TW: GN! reader, Labour/Childbirth, Sukuna typical violence mentions, BRIEF suggestive stuff, Nothing graphic, Religious metaphors & LOTS of life/death talk, (LMK if I should add anything else!)

Characters: Sukuna x Reader

AN: Nobody dies in this fic! It's fluff-ish. (It's Sukuna and reader giving birth, as fluffy as that can be man), prequel to this Descendant fic

Life was such a fickle thing, not that it mattered to Sukuna. He was above life, death sickness and health, beyond it, above the proper empathy to care for it. It wasn't that he didn't understand, because he did, once mortal himself, and existing on this earth surrounded by the humanity that populated on it for years as a curse, he understood. But there was no legitimate reason for it to matter to him unless he could gain from a life, there was no reason to mind it.

And by the loose, greedy and otherwise just gluttonous standards of what it meant to be a creature of 'gain' to Sukuna, you fit it to the T, your life mattered to him. Your life, it was something he wanted, no needed to maintain to be kept satisfied, if you weren't there to be by his side, he'd be left starved.

To lose such a thing, would only ignite a certain wrath inside of him.

The screams of agony that parted from your pretty little lips had his chest twisting into a feeling of irritation. He much preferred your screams of ecstasy, making you scream his name in sweet pretty moans when he bedded you. Not this, screams of something he was also the culprit of in fairness, sobbed screams of pain as your body tore to birth his child.

Sukuna enjoyed such screeches of terror, weak defeated sobs he could rip and tear from the pathetic lot of mortals he terrorized, all of whose lives served no purpose to him. The issue is, yours does serve purpose, a great purpose to Sukuna. You're always there, by his side, and when you're not, it bothers him, he's greedy, hungry for you.

Your pain only infuriates him, he doesn't like it at all, no, he loathes listening to it.

Finally, finally, it stops after what felt like torturously long, it comes to a stop. Like that, the tightness inside his chest unwrapped, Sukuna didn't think he'd ever feel relief, he wouldn't need to, he had never fought an opponent he couldn't defeat, pillaged an army that would come close to his strength there was no concerns or worry for him to have to be relieved from. Yet here he was basking in such relief. Your screams stop, now instead replaced by the bothersome cries of something much more smaller. Squeaky small wails, that of an infant. his infant.

"Lord Sukuna." A muttered voice of one of the midwives comes through the door separating Sukuna from the delivery room. The door opens to the midwives attending finishing up and then all bowing in submission, their heads hanging low as Sukuna stands by the door-frame.

"Done?" He asks, more so a statement, a demand as everything he speaks is.

"Yes-" The meek voice of a midwife responds, she not daring to look up from the floor of the delivery room.

"Then what the hell are you dimwitted fools doing? OUT." There's the slightest growl in his voice at the command, one that though slight works wonders on any who dare stand in his presence, and to which without a moment of hesitation has all the midwives scatter out of the room, rushing out with their heads low. Only one pauses to shut the door behind herself, not wanting to risk the stupidity of leaving the door open.

Now, only the sounds of a baby's cries echo in the room, the small thing wrapped, protected in a small blanket. The moment is deafening as it is loud, there are as many thoughts as there is nothing in his eyes as he stares at the small baby you held. Yes, you made his child, 9 tedious months of him practically carrying you around everywhere and it was out now.

Sukuna was, well Sukuna, he didn't bother thinking much of the specifics, but rather the obvious reality of the situation during those passing months, and didn't see a reason to. He could still sleep with you, could still have you around, could still listen to your voice speak with him in converse. Was it different? Sure, but in no way that bothered him. Cravings? The King of the Curses can provide feasts. Tired? You needn't walk, he has four arms for a reason. The bodily change? Sukuna guts humans like pigs, the size of your stomach was far from grotesque to such a demon like Sukuna.

But now, he is met with the reality, the sight, the sound the smell of the newborn babe, absolutely reeking of familiarity, a literal complete being of two halves, Sukuna and you. It's overwhelming, and not in the way Sukuna likes, not in the hedonistic pleasures he enjoys but rather overwhelming in thoughts. Thoughts as rampant as blank in his mind, fogged like he was considering all of this.

"Sukuna." A clear call of his name comes from your throat despite its audible hoarseness of exhaustion, still as captivating as always, catching his entire attention. No one can command the Sukuna, but he doesn't need to be commanded when you call for him, because it's in his full will and gratification to come to your side, which he of course does. Stepping softly to where you are laid, surrounded by stained sheets, tools and incense presumably used in aid of the birth.

"What?" His throat rumbles, a question with no particular answer aside from the obvious literal whole baby you had birthed in your arms.

"Look at them... Beautiful, aren't they?" And perhaps by the grace of a god he'd doubted existed, there was a moment of serenity now, the fog cleared from the depths of his sick mind as he gazed upon the small bundle in your arms. That was your grace perhaps, no definitely, definitely your grace, you had bore his child.

That damned sinister grin came over his face as he reached down to the infant, the large monstrously large hand of his ever so delicately traced the cheek of the little one, a comical contrast between himself and the child. For the entirety of you and Sukuna's time spent together, he had considered you the only life that truly mattered to him, and now you had created a life from the mere womb, you've given him another life he'd find true importance in.

His child's life, blessed by the sanctified arms that cradled it.

"Divine, rather." He rumbled, a short snicker leaving his twisted tongue, but laced with genuine adoration. Utter devotion to this small life, to both two lives he had found himself so graciously gifted. Of you, of his child.

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bullet-prooflove · 3 months ago

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The Go Bag: Jack Abbot x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @dizzybee03 @flyinglama @yousigned-upforthis @gabsgabsvaz

Companion piece to:

The Asshole King - Jack discovers you have an unusual technique for dealing with patients.

Bob Dylan - You help Jack to relax after an incident at the hospital leaves him temporarily blind.

Because Of You - Jack realises he's starting to heal in more ways than one after you spend the day taking care of him.

Balance - Jack reveals his feelings for you but they come with complications.

Off Limits - An awkward start to the day leads Jack to make a claim on your affections.

Your relationship with Jack changes the morning you find the second go bag in the trunk of his car. He has his own tucked neatly against the left side panel so you’re surprised when you find a lavender one sitting alongside it.

It must be for Cici, you think but then you remember she has already has her own stashed away for a rainy day. You try not to snoop but your curiosity gets the better of you and you find yourself unzipping it.

It has the usual stuff. Ration packs, first aid supplies, water purification tablets but then you come across the documentation. A passport sealed away in a plastic ziplock back to prevent water damage.

Maria Abbot, it reads and the bottom just falls out of your world.

You realise in that moment that Jack will never love you, not the way you want him to. His heart still belongs to a woman who has been dead for over a decade.

“I’m gonna head out.” You tell him, lingering in the doorway of the kitchen as he begins to remove the groceries from the tote bags. “I need to prep for that conference I have coming up.”

“Oh.” He says, his eyebrows furrowing into a frown. “I thought we were gonna do lunch...”

He trails off and the smile you give him, it doesn’t quite meet your eyes.

“I’m kinda stressing about it so I don’t think I’d be much company today.” You say as you place a kiss on his cheek and turn to leave. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“Faye.” He says, his hand catching yours. “I don’t understand what’s happening.”

You sigh then because you know it’s time to pull the ripcord. You can’t keep repeating the patterns of your past and hope for a different outcome.

“You don’t love me.” You tell him, pulling away and tucking your hands into the pockets of your silk bomber jacket. “You enjoy spending time with me, having a companion but you don’t love me, not the way you did Maria.”

Jack looks away, his mouth setting into a grim, firm line and that silence, it speaks volumes.

“I was married to a man who didn’t love me for years and I can’t do that again.” You say, pushing through the agony that radiates in your chest. It feels like you’re being torn apart inside, like someone has reached into your rib cage and ripped your heart right out. “So I don’t think this is gonna work for me Jack and I’m sorry about that, really I fucking am because I wanted it to...”

You leave then and Jack, he doesn’t follow.

***

You don’t call Jack over the weekend and Jack doesn’t call you.

You may have cauterized the wound, stopped yourself from bleeding out but that scar, it’s always going to be there. A stark reminder that some people don’t get happy endings. That you don’t get a happy ending.

You’re immersed in your presentation notes when the doorbell rings, Fleetwood Mac is playing in the background. Little Lies, ironically. You don’t expect to see Jack on the doorstep. He looks tired, the creases by his eyes more pronounced as if he hasn’t been sleeping.

“I was getting rid of it. The go bag…” He tells you, his gaze fixed on something down the street. “It’s been living in the bottom of my closet for years now and I thought it was time to make space for something else, for someone else.”

He tilts his head up towards you meeting your gaze for the first time and those whisky eyes of his, they’ll steal your soul if you let them.

“You were right.” He tells you, his voice raw with emotion. “I can’t love you like Maria, she was my life and my entire world broke apart when she died. But you Faye, you’re my heart, and I can’t live without my heart, I will die without my heart. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

You breath catches as he steps inside the house, his hands coming to rest on either side of your face, cradling it between his palms.

“I love you Faye.” He whispers as his lips brush over yours. “I don’t want to live a single moment without you.”

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lluminousllama · 5 months ago

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Ok I feel confident enough to finally introduce something I've been working on for a while now: an Ultrakill Battle of the Bands AU!!

The basic synopsis is that V1, rather than fueled by blood, is instead fueled by music! Following the sounds of music they're led to a mysterious elevator that takes them to Hell. After riling up the Limbo layer with their electrifying guitar playing, Heaven, specifically Gabriel, considered to be the best guitarist out of all of Heaven and Hell, take notice and force V1 to compete in Hell's Battle of the Bands competition; many bands that come from each layer of Hell partake in intense, musical battle in order for one to receive salvation from Heaven!

I'm very excited to introduce more stuff about this AU! I'll post more concepts of bands, characters, and lore soon :D

In the meantime, here are some current lore stuff I have come up with so far below (+ Altar of Apostasy drawing w/out text below):

• Gabriel is apart of a band formed by the Council; being the most prominent member known for his unbeatable guitar skills, Gabriel grabs the hearts and attention of every husk and angel -- much to the dismay of the other council band members, who often get left out of the fanfare

• There has been no winners for the Battle of Bands (there have almost been winners, but they were struck down by the Council) due to the Council constantly winning these competitions

• V2 plays the bass guitar -- she learned how to play it from Mirage, who at one point performed music with V2 (she gave up playing, however, because she found it pointless to compete in a competition that was rigged from the start, and decided to pursue college instead)

• V2 became a crowd controller/concert security for when battles get intense (husks and machines can get very rowdy, especially when their favorite bands end up losing) at some point, having lost their passion in playing music. However, when V1 pops up and V2 versed them once (this results in their bass guitar getting destroyed), V2 becomes so determined to up-one V1 -- she even goes around Hell trying to find parts to repair her bass guitar with. After losing another music battle to V1, V2 decides to team up with V1 and re-enter the Battle of Bands again (her passion for music having been rekindled)

• V1 makes a big name for themselves ever since they shook up the entirety of Hell from the Limbo layer in their first (unofficial) battle against the Swordmachine's band (made up of a regular Swordmachine, Tundra, and Agony); now every husk tries to battle V1 (while other husks have become hardcore fans of V1)

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gallavichsreddie1128 · 2 months ago

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Mine (Obi-Wan)

Description: Instead of Anakin being in love with Padme through the prequels, it’s Y/N, who is with Obi-Wan

Warning: Smut

Word Count:6,474

Author’s Note: A lot of AOTC and ROTS, little Phantom Menace. The Anakin stuff is one sided btw, this is an Obi Wan x reader.

Phantom Menace

Y/N walked alongside her secret boyfriend, Obi Wan, on the sandy land of Tatooine after the ship breaks down. Y/N wishes she could hold his hand or display some sort of affection but Qui-Gon was right next to them. It was long after they encountered a Toydarian named Watto and a 9 year old boy named Anakin.

The little kid’s eyes lit up at the sight of Y/N, she was beautiful. She was looking around the place while Qui-Gon tried to pay with Republic Currency for the part they needed. “You’re really pretty.” Y/N looks over at Anakin. She gave him a smile, “Thank you!” She said and that’s when she learned his name was Anakin.

Anakin was very smart and talented with the gift of building and according to Qui-Gon he’s the chosen one, said to bring peace and balance to the force. Anakin was to be free of slavery if he won the pod race, “You’re my lucky charm.” He told Y/N. Obi Wan looked at her with an amused expression. She shrugged, not knowing what to say. “It looks like he’s taken a liking to you.” He says.

Obi Wan was never the jealous type, especially over a kid. It was funny watching Anakin flirt with his girlfriend. After Anakin won the race he had to come with them to train as a Jedi. Over the years Anakin’s flirting seemed to increase as he got older. Y/N and Obi-Wan still kept their relationship a secret even with Anakin flirting with her. He was a kid, he was harmless.

Attack of the Clones

Now Anakin was 19 years old and seemed to think that this was his chance. She was friendly with Anakin and never mean even if he tried to get with her. Anakin and Obi Wan were sent to protect Padme and Y/N went with them for something else. Padme, who was very beautiful, nearly caught his attention until she was next to Y/N. After saving her, he couldn’t deny that she was pretty but he was not gonna give up hope with Y/N. “You did a good job.” She told him as they walked in the garden.

Obi Wan had some work to take care of, leaving them. Obi Wan hated to think the way he had been over the past few weeks but he was starting to get annoyed at Anakin. He was aware that if Anakin knew about them then he would back off but they couldn’t take that risk. Anakin couldn’t keep a secret, at least Obi Wan thought. So leaving them alone wasn’t ideal but he trusted Y/N. “Thank you.” He smiled.

That was another thing, Anakin was good looking and that was obvious so Obi Wan had bad thoughts about that as well. Would Y/N realize that he was better looking than him? “So now that I’m 19…” Y/N nearly laughed. He tried this when he was 18 and Y/N told him that Jedi can’t be in love and she was about to tell him again. “Against the Jedi Code, Anakin.” She said, hoping it would be dropped.

But Anakin never let anything go, “Who cares about the Jedi Code? I love you.” Anakin turned to her as he spoke, looking at her as she stared at the flowers around them. “From the moment I met you, all those years ago, not a day goes by that I don’t think of you. And now that we are here, I’m in agony. The closer I get to you…the worse it gets. The thought of not being with you, I can’t breathe. You are in my very soul, tormenting me. What can I do?” “Get over it, Anakin.” She said and walked away, leaving him in sorrow.

She returned to Obi-Wan shocked by his words, she knew that Anakin had a thing for her but didn’t realize he thought he was in love with her. “Anakin said some pretty crazy things to me.” She says and Obi-Wan looks at her, “He confessed his undying love for you?” Obi-Wan asked and she looked at him, amused. “How’d you know?” He shook his head and got in bed with her, “All he talks about.” He mumbled and pulled her closer to him.

She sat up and looked at him, “He talks about me to you?” She asked, he nodded. “Why do you let him?” She asked, softly. “I tell him every time that it’s against the Jedi Code. He’s a kid, he doesn’t care. He loves you.” He tells her and she shrugs, “Well sucks to be him.” She leans in and kisses him, making him forget about any insecurity he has.

The kiss was slow at first, full of love. It made me realize the one thing he’s been meaning to do, needs to be done now. It was the perfect moment. He pulls away from the kiss, “Hold on.” He gets up and goes inside his bag that holds extra clothing for the nights and a little velvet box. Y/N stared at the box as Obi Wan walked back to her. She was aware of what it was and she felt tears build up in her eyes from happiness. Obi-Wan got on one knee and opened the box, Y/N gasped, the ring was beautiful and definitely worth a lot of currency.

She covered her mouth and Obi-Wan smiled, “Y/N, you are the light of my life. You keep me going and the force is strong between us.” He winks at her, “I want no other and even though it’s forbidden, our love is strong and will last forever. Will you marry me?” He asked her, she stared at the man she loved as tears poured from her eyes. “Yes.” She cried and hugged him.

She felt complete as he slipped the ring on her finger, forgetting about Anakin. “It’s unfortunate that I can’t wear this infront of others, in front of him.” She said softly, staring at the ring. He gave her a smile and cupped her face, “It would be nice to show that off in public, especially to him.” Obi Wan said and Y/N chuckled. “You know, you have no reason to be jealous of a 19 year old boy.” She said and pulled him closer, “He has NOTHING on you.” She promised him. He smiled at her words and nodded, “Good to know.” He kissed her hard, making them fall back onto the bed.

Y/N sighed as she had to take off the engagement ring before leaving her quarters. Obi Wan had left to his a few hours ago, she hated that they had to hide their love, especially with Anakin flirting with her. She knew that Obi-Wan hated it and that he wanted to tell Anakin but knew it wasn’t right.

She set the ring on the table by her bed with sadness as she left her quarters, she remembered that Obi-Wan was leaving today after being instructed to find the bounty hunter who killed Zam while she and Anakin were to stay and protect Padme.

“I wish I could go with you.” She said as they laid in her bed after a sweet love making session. He looked down at her, pulling her impossibly closer, “Me too.” She of course was on babysitting duty for Anakin but the council didn’t exactly want to say that. “But of course I have to stay here with Anakin and protect Padme.” She said with annoyance laced in her voice. Obi-Wan laughed at her words. “Not happy about that either, darlin’” He told her and she sighed. “How long do you think you’ll be gone?” She asked and he shrugged. “Hopefully not long.”

Anakin was waiting for her and waved. She gave him a small smile and waved back. Obi-Wan comes into view with the princess, “So it leaves us, Y/N.” Anakin says, trying to hide his excitement. It took everything in Obi-Wan to not glare at the young boy. Y/N wanted to give her man a proper goodbye but had to watch him leave without a kiss or anything.

Anakin was acting strange, sure he was still flirting with Y/N and trying to get with her but he seemed troubled. “Anakin what’s wrong?” She asked him and he shook his head, “I’ve been having these terrible visions of my mother.” He tells her and she looks at him as he tells her about them. “You need to go see her, Ani.” Padme tells him.

“Yeah, I can stay here and protect her. I won’t tell Obi-Wan.” She swore to him. Anakin shook his head, “I want you to come with me.” He tells her and she fights the urge to roll her eyes. “Anakin, I have to stay with Padme.” She tells him. “I can come with, like you said we won’t tell Obi-Wan.” Padme says, Y/N sighs. Obi Wan would hate this. “Okay.” She whispered and missed the smile on Anakin’s face.

Y/N smiled at the sound of Watto yelling, just like old times. It had been 10 years since she had seen him. At first he didn’t recognize Anakin, it had been so long. “I’m looking for Shmi Skywalker.” He says to Watto. Watto looks between the three of them and it clicks in his head, “Annie?” Y/N smiles as he realizes. Unfortunately, Watto sold his mother to a farmer who ended up marrying her.

“Where are they?” Y/N asked and Watto had to look at the records. A familiar droid that Anakin had introduced Y/N to years ago was outside the farm helping. “Threepio?” Anakin asked the droid. Threepio recognized all three of them and seemed happy to see them. Anakin’s mother was dead but he couldn’t accept that. “I have to find her, I can feel her pain.” “Anakin, are you crazy?” Y/N asked him, trying to stop him.

He needed to accept that but he wasn’t going to. “I will be back.” He takes her hand, which she quickly pulls away. “You can ride my speeder bike.” Owen tells him and Y/N sighs, Obi-Wan wasn’t going to be happy if anything happened to him. “Can you protect them?” He asked Owen, like Y/N needed that. “Don’t worry.” Y/N rolled her eyes as Anakin got on the bike and sped off.

“You don’t look happy.” Padme says to her and she chuckles, “No, I’m not. Obi-Wan isn’t going to be happy if he finds out.” Y/N was stressed and Padme rubbed her back, “He loves you a lot, ya know? They both do.” Y/N looked over at her, shocked by her words. How’d she know? “They look at you like they are in love. Though I can tell only one of them has your heart.” Padme winks at her. Y/N shook her head with a smile, “Jedi can't love. It’s forbidden.” Y/N tried but Padme gave her a look, “You can’t control love, it’s impossible.” She told Y/N.

“Naked?” Y/N asked Threepio as he described how he felt. He did look unfinished. “Yes, when Master Annie made me, he never quite found the time to give me outer covering.” Y/N looked at Padme and smiled, “Maybe we can fix that.” Padme says as Y/N and her look through a pile of metal scraps and spare parts. “Oh no, Master Annie…” “Looky here.” Y/N said and held up a part. Padme smiled and took the peace holding it against threepio.

“That tickles!” Y/N tried not to laugh, though after everything she could use a good one. Once Anakin return, he had his mother who was dead. Y/N covered her mouth as Anakin carried her into the homestead, “Dear god.” Padme said, feeling bad for him. Anakin was off after that but he had every reason to be, he even avoided Y/N to work on the speed bike.

“Anakin, are you okay?” Y/N asked and he looked at her with tears in his eyes. He wasn’t, “Why’d she have to die? Why couldn’t I save her? I know I could have!” Y/N sighed, “Anakin, sometimes things can’t be fixed. You tried and that’s what matters.” That made Anakin angry, “I should’ve succeeded! Someday I’ll be the most powerful Jedi ever! I promise you that! I will evEn stop people from dying! And you will love me! You’ll see.” He yelled.

“Anakin…” But he didn’t let her finish, “It’s all Obi-Wan’s fault.” Those words almost had her heart sinking, did he know? “He’s jealous! He knows that I am already more powerful than he is and he’s holding me back!” Y/N rolled her eyes at his words, “Anakin, I get you’re hurting but he wants what is best for you!” She told him. Anakin threw the wrench and Y/N went to grab her saber before realizing, “Anakin, are you okay?” She asked, he was crying at this point.

“No! I killed them, every last one of them, they’re dead!” He yelled at her. “Who?” She asked, shocked by his words. “Not just the men, the women and the children too…they are like animals! I slaughtered them like animals.” She covered her mouth at his confession, she should tell the council what he did tell her but she couldn’t.

She understood his anger and though it doesn’t make it right she felt for him. “You’re gonna tell on me, aren’t you?” He asked and she shook her head, “No. I should but I won’t.” She said to him, Anakin hugged her and sobbed, “I’m so sorry.” He cried but she just rubbed his back, afraid to say anything.

Y/N tried to push what he told her out of her head as they stood over his mother’s grave. As a Jedi Master she should run and tell them but she also believed that he was the chosen one and that what he did was out of hurt and anger, emotions he needed to learn to control. R2-D2 shows up with a message that really makes Y/N forget what Anakin admitted to her. Obi Wan was in trouble, “We have to go save him!” Y/N said to Anakin. Anakin agreed and they left the homestead with Padme, “We will deal with Count Dooku. You guys have a job to protect the senator at all costs.”

Y/N hid her anger, wanting to save her fiance no matter what. “Understood, Master.” Anakin said as the hologram ended. “They will never get there in time.” Padme said but that didn’t matter. Y/N already planned to save him as she began touching the switches and the buttons but Anakin stopped her, “Anakin, we have to save him.” She hated that her voice sounded urgent but she had to save him. “You heard Master Windu, we have to stay here and protect the princess.” “He gave you guys orders to protect me.” Padme sided with Y/N.

“Exactly so you are either with us or you can break the rule and stay here without us.” Rules were going to be broken anyway. Anakin grinned and took the controls. Padme and Y/N get up once the ship has stopped, Anakin looking at them, “Where are you guys going?” He asked, getting up as well. “To find Obi-Wan.” Padme said, “To save Obi-Wan.” Y/N said at the same time. “No, you’re not!” Anakin tried to grab both of their arms but only got Padme’s. “Let me go!”

“Anakin, let her go.” “I won’t let you guys go, it's dangerous!” Y/N actually laughed at his words, full blown laugh making him look at her. “I am a Jedi Master, Anakin. I certainly don’t need your protection.” She walks out of the ship. “Don’t try to give me orders, Ani! I’m a senator of the Galactica Republica. You have no authority to restrain me, direct me or contain me! You remember your place, young man. Now you either come with us and protect me or stay here. Up to you!” She said and left the ship. Y/N high fived her at that and Anakin followed them.

Y/N glared at Count Dooku as Anakin handed Jango Fett his saber, “Where’s Obi Wan?” She asked, a growl laced in her voice. “Y/N, we might die and I need you to know that I love you!” He declared as the three of them were thrown into a cart. “I know, Anakin.” She sighed and looked around.

“I was wondering if you guys got my message.” Obi-Wan said to them. Y/N wanted to kiss him so badly and thanked her restraints for not allowing her. “Well we decided to come and rescue you as you can tell.” Y/N said to him, sarcasm laced in her voice. Obi-Wan looked at her, “It looks like you guys are doing great so far.” He said, sarcastically.

Ok now Y/N would hit him if she could. “Let the executions begin!” “I have a bad feeling about this.” Anakin said. The Monsters looked ready to charge at them, “You take the one on the left. I’ll get the one on the right.” Obi-Wan tells her. She nodded and looked at Anakin, “Anakin, protect Padme.” Y/N said to him but noticed that she was on the post tugging at the chain. “It looks like she’s already on top of things.” Obi-Wan said.

Once they were free and in the ship, All Obi Wan wanted to do was hug Y/N but thought against it for obvious reasons. Count Dooku drives by them on a speed bike. “That’s Dooku, go after him!” The pilot tries but there’s a blast that hits the ship and Padme tumbles out. “Shit.” Y/N says and yells her name. “We have to leave her!” Obi-Wan says and Y/N looks at him like he is crazy. “We had a job to protect her.” Y/N exclaimed to him, motioning between her and Anakin.

“Put the ship down!” Anakin demands. “No! You guys need to put your feelings aside and finish the job.” He tells them. Y/N shakes her head, “You can do this without me. I still follow protocol.” Y/N says and jumps out the ship. Anakin and Obi-Wan yell her name as she lands next to Padme who is okay. Anakin tries to get the pilot to land the ship. “They’re okay!” Obi-Wan exclaimed as Y/N and Padme motioned for them to go stop Dooku.

Though Obi-Wan closed his eyes and sighed as the ship took off, he wasn’t exactly pleased with Y/N right now. Clone Troopers surround them and Y/N sighed, “They aren’t pleased with me.” Padme looked at her, “Why’d you do it?” She asked as they walked with the troopers. “Obi-Wan is a Jedi Master, he does not need me as well. And mostly to get away from Anakin so they can focus.” She huffed out the last part causing Padme to laugh. “So, you love Obi Wan?” She whispered and Y/N shook her head.

They arrive at the tower with the Clone Captain and Troopers, “Y/N!” Anakin yells, Obi Wan watches with an unamused expression. Y/N gave him a guilty smile, “You aren’t happy with me, I take it.” “Neither of us are.” Anakin grunts out. Y/N rolled her eyes and Obi-Wan glared at her, he was one to talk about emotions getting in the way. “You shouldn’t have done that.” Obi-Wan says to her, trying to keep his voice leveled out. “Anakin, your hand!” Padme exclaims making Y/N look over at the boy. His hand was cut off and her eyes widened, she looked back to Obi Wan to ask what happened, “Count Dooku.” He said.

Y/N and Anakin went back to Naboo to take Padme home, “Your secret is safe with me.” Padme winked at her. Y/N returned home to Obi-Wan who wasn’t pleased with her. “So, you just aren’t talking to me?” She asked and he chuckled, “You really are a rebel.” He joked and she shook her head, “You had it, well you and Anakin.”

“Not the point.” He said and she sat on her bed, grabbing her ring. “Yeah well we are here together now.” She said and slid on the ring. Obi-Wan smiled and sat next to her, neither of them had a chance to kiss or hug after they saw each other and that just clicked…They both leaned in and kissed each other until the oxygen ran out of their lungs. “Let’s get married.” She said out of breath. “Now?” Obi-Wan asked her and she nodded. “Unless you have better things to do.” He shook his head and got off the bed, “Never.” He smiled at her.

Revenge of the Sith

Y/N and Padme awaited the return of Obi-Wan and Anakin who were saving Palpatine. Y/N twirled her wedding ring that was wearing, nervous after hearing the news. Padme knew about them and was a proud friend, “You haven’t told Ani, yet?” She asked her friend who sighed, “No but the flirting is a little lighter than before.” Y/N said but Padme sighed. Sure, she understood that they had to keep it a secret but Anakin wouldn’t tell anyone.

“He’d be so heartbroken too.” Y/N said, hating the idea. Even though she wasn’t in love with him, she still cared about him. The ship landed that held Anakin, Obi-Wan and Palpatine, Y/N was eager to get her hands on her man since it had been 5 months without him but she held back. “He’s gonna report to the council and then I can see him.” Y/N reminded herself out loud causing Padme to laugh.

Anakin ran up to them and hugged Y/N, Padme watched trying not to laugh, “It’s been too long without your pretty face.” He said and Y/N nodded, “Yeah, 5 months.” Y/N said and stepped away, “I have to go. Nice seeing you Anakin.” She said and walked away leaving Padme and Anakin. “Did you tell her?” Anakin asked and Padme looked down.

She should have, it’s not like she would care but it made Anakin look like an ass. Padme was pregnant and the baby was Anakin’s, Though Anakin wasn’t aware of that. He meant telling Y/N they slept together. Anakin didn’t love Padme but he did think that she was hot so they slept together and Padme found out she was pregnant. She tried her best to hide it and knew that she should’ve told Y/N but hasn’t yet. “I’m pregnant.”

Y/N snuck into Obi-Wan’s quarters and waited for him to be back from informing the council. She was eager for him and wanted nothing more than to have his hands and mouth all over her. “Hello there.” He greeted her and she ran to hug him, his arms happily embraced her and spun her around. “I missed you.” She said and kissed him.

The kiss was filled with joy and impatience to take things further but Obi Wan welcomed it nonetheless. “I missed you as well, darlin’” He mumbled against her lips that barely let him say that. Her hands messed up his hair and his hands moved all over her body. Obi Wan realized what was going on and walked to the bed, dropping her on it. She looked up at him with want, she was breathing heavily and looked like a hot mess, which turned Obi Wan on even more.

Without breaking eye contact he stripped off his clothes while she admired his body. “Is it really fair that I’m the only one naked?” He teased and she huffed, taking off her clothes in a rush. “Sorry, you looked too good.” She mumbled against his lips as he straddled her. She sighed happily as she felt his dick against her, it had been too long.

“You should probably fuck me, Obi Wan.” She suggested and he smirked, “That’s the plan.” He said and she gripped his bicep tight as he entered her, a loud moan leaving her lips. “Fuck, you’re tight.” He groans and she wants to make a joke about how he hasn’t fucked her in 5 months but that leaves her mind as he doesn’t waste any time.

They stared up at the ceiling catching their breath, both of them sweaty and on cloud nine. “So anything new?” He asked her and she nodded, “Padme is pregnant.” She told him. His eyes widened a bit and looked over at her, “Really?” He asked and she laughed.

“Yes but she doesn’t think I know. She just doesn’t hide it well.” Y/N tells him and he nods, “Do you know how the father is?” “No idea.” Obi Wan wanted to ask if Anakin was still trying to get with her but he knew the answer and he didn’t want to ruin the mood.

“Anakin isn’t himself.” Padme said to Y/N as they ate in her quarters. “I will say he’s barely flirted with me.” Padme chucked, “No I mean he’s moody.” Y/N looked at her confused, “You mean about the council not wanting to make him a Master?” Padme looks surprised. “You know?” She asked and Y/N nodded.

“I am married to someone on the Jedi Council but it’s strange he told you.” Y/N said and Padme shook her head. “He thinks you’ll side with them.” That was true, Anakin had a lot of work to be done. “Well, he’s right about that.” Padme debated on telling her that she was pregnant with Anakin’s kids but fought against it. This wasn’t the right time. “I’ll have to talk to him.” Y/N said.

“Master Windu has always opposed me. Can’t you see it?” He ranted to Y/N. “While I’m not in the room with you guys I highly doubt that.” She said to Anakin who was pacing. “You’re just angry.” He sighed at her words, “You sound like Obi-Wan.” He told her and she tried not to laugh. She wondered why…

”He thinks you’re overlooking it too?” She asked and he nodded. “The Chancellor trusts me and they want me to report everything he says and does back to them.” “That’s reasonable.” “No, they are using me but won’t rank me Master.” Y/N walked up to Anakin with a sigh, “Maybe this is your way to prove yourself to them so they rank you Master.” Y/N suggested but she had no clue what she was talking about.

She wasn’t on the council despite being a Jedi Master. All she learned was from Obi-Wan but Anakin came to her first. “Do you not believe that he’s doing suspicious things?” She asked him and he shook his head, “He’s a good guy. He’s helped me ever since he arrived.” He told her and she didn’t have words. Politics weren’t her specialty but Anakin couldn’t be this naive, could he? The next time Palpatine and Anakin spoke, it made Anakin reconsider everything.

He was having dreams of Padme dying with the baby still inside of her. He couldn’t have that but it was worse that he was still in love with Y/N who now would never be with him if she knew that those kids were his. Padme was gonna have to tell her sooner or later that she was pregnant but did she have to say the kids were Anakin’s? “What?” Padme asked in disbelief.

“Just don’t tell her the kid is mine. It could ruin my chances with her.” Anakin told her. Padme laughed in disbelief, “You think she’s in love with you?” Padme asked and almost slipped up with the truth. Anakin was delusional and Padme had just hoped that he would have a change of heart after realizing that she was having his kids but he was holding onto something that was never going to happen. “You’ll only end up hurt.” She told him in tears.

Y/N held her breath as Obi-Wan told her that he had a mission to take down General Grievous. “I will go with you.” She tries but he shakes his head, “Anakin tried that too but it’s probably nothing.” She glared at her husband, she just got him back and now he’s leaving again?

“Well I’m just as good as you in combat.” She smirked and he rolled his eyes, “Yeah well I don’t think the Council would approve. After all, you didn’t wanna be on the council. You gave your seat to Anakin.” She sighed, “Actually I didn’t give my seat to anyone, they did.” He walks up to her and grabs her hands, “You have a Padawan to train. I’ll be okay!” He tells her and she gives him a dirty look before it softens. She was worried about him but she knew that he was fine by himself. She leaned up and kissed him before she could think of anything smart to say.

“Y/N, I need to tell you something.” Padme said, tears laced in her eyes. Y/N walked up to her friend and placed a hand on her arm. “I’m pregnant.” She admitted, Y/N smiled at her friend ready to tell her that she wasn’t good at hiding it until her next words, “Anakin is the father.” Y/N’s face dropped at her friend’s confession. “What?” Y/N wasn’t upset but in shock.

Padme shook her head and started crying harder, “He doesn’t wanna be with me cuz he still loves you. He thinks he has a chance with you and told me to never tell you that he’s the father.” Y/N shook her head in disbelief, Anakin was a whole new level of delusional and it hurt to see her friend affected by this. “Hey.” Y/N whispered and Padme looked at her, “I'm so sorry. Do you know where he is?” She asked her friend.

Meanwhile, Anakin was delivering the news about Obi-Wan and Grievous but that didn’t go as expected. “I know about your nightmares about Padme dying with your child and your love for Jedi Y/L/N. I can help you learn the dark side of the force.” Anakin was angry at his words, “What did you say?” He asked and initiated his lightsaber. “Y/N and your child can be safe and with you. You can save them.” “You’re a sith lord!” Anakin knew what the right thing to do was but wasn’t sure he trusted the Jedi as much as he should.

The idea of having Y/N once and for all sounded nice and with his kids. Y/N ran to where he was and discovered a sick view. Palpatine was a sith lord and Anakin was helping him defeat Mace Windu. “Anakin.” Y/N yelled and he turned to her, the look in his eyes not like anything she’s seen before. “What are you doing?” She asked, walking closer to him.

Palpatine begging for his life, “I know what I must do to protect you.” She sighed, “Anakin, he’s lying to you. He is manipulating you.” “We can find a way to be together.” He tells her and she shakes her head, “No, we can’t. You’re gonna be a dad, Padme told me.” Anakin felt anger through his body and saved Palpatine, cutting off Mace Windu’s hand.

“Anakin!” Y/N screamed as he did this. She backed away with tears as Mace fell out the window, Palpatine cackling. “What have I done?” Anakin asked himself. Y/N ran out the room, tears streaming down her face. She had to get in contact with Obi-Wan and tell Padme.

“Padme!” Y/N screamed as she saw her friend again, she turned to Y/N with a look of worry. “Anakin is- he-” Padme took her hands, “He what?” Y/N tried to breathe, “He cut off Mace Windu’s hand and let him die. Palpatine told him that joining the dark side would ensure your kids are safe and that he has me.” “The nightmares.” Padme said with tears.

Y/N looked at her confused, “What?” She asked her friend. “He told me he was having nightmares or visions of me dying while giving birth to our child.” That all made sense, Palpatine promised him that he could save Padme and the child with the dark side. “This isn’t the first time this has happened.” Y/N mumbled, thinking back to the stuff with his mother. “His mother.” Padme whispered and Y/N nodded. “We gotta tell Obi-Wan as soon as-” “Y/N! Padme! Are you guys okay?” He yelled running to them.

Y/N looked at her husband, “Obi-Wan, Anakin has-” “Turned to the dark side, I know.” He says and Y/N looks confused, “I saw it when I was with Master Yoda on the hologram. The Jedi order is no more and the republic has fallen.” Y/N was so caught up in this crazy stuff with Anakin that everything in front of her was falling apart and she hadn’t realized it. “We have to find him and stop him before it’s too late!” Y/N said. Obi-Wan looked at his wife and Padme, “Do either of you know where he is?”

The three of them landed on Mustafar, Y/N looked around the ship, “Okay just let me go first.” Obi-Wan shook his head, “Are you crazy?” “Obi-Wan, he’s in love with me! Maybe he’ll listen to me!” She exclaimed. “I can’t have you getting hurt.” He tells her. “Padme and you will be right there! I need to start this alone, he might still trust me.” “And if he doesn’t?” She sighed and grabbed her saber, “I’m a Jedi Master, I think I can take him.”

Anakin ran down to the ship as soon as he saw Y/N get out of it. “He was right! You’re here!” Anakin hugged her. Y/N gulped and hugged him back, not wanting to anger him. “We can finally be together!” He tries to kiss her but she backs up, “Anakin, please wait just a second.” She says and steps back. “You don’t have to do this! You’re better than this!” Anakin growled, “This is about me being the father to Padme’s kid, isn’t it?” “It’s more than that!” She exclaimed.

“What is it, my dear? What can I do for us to be together?” He asked, taking her face into his hands. Y/N looked at him with a soft but scared expression, she realized that Anakin wasn’t going to take No for an answer. “Anakin.” His name left her lips in a whisper, he finally after so many years kissed her. Y/N felt disgust feeling his lips on hers but Anakin felt complete. “Anakin!” Obi-Wan yelled and he pulled away from the kiss, seeing Padme.

“You.” He growled and let Y/N go, who ran back to the ship. He force chokes Padme, “You told her I was the father so she wouldn’t be with me!” “Anakin, let her go!” Obi-Wan yelled. Y/N sobbed, “Please Anakin.” He let her go and she fell to the ground. Y/N ran up to her, “Anakin, what have you done?” She asked, looking at him through tears. “She was trying to stop us from being together.” Obi-Wan stepped off the ship, “Anakin, there is something you must know.” Y/N looked over at her husband in fear, he was not about to tell him right now. “Y/N and I are married, have been married for 3 years now. We’ve been together since before you first met.” Anakin felt his heart drop, “What?” He growled.

“I am sorry, Anakin but she will never be with you.” Y/N stood, “Anakin, I’m sorry I should have told you.” She whispered. “You won’t take her from me.” Anakin yelled at Obi-Wan. “She’s not yours to take from.” Obi-Wan said and took off his cloak. “You turned her against me.” “You did that yourself! She was more than happy to be your friend. That was just never good enough for you, Anakin.” Obi-Wan said. “You have allowed Palpatine to twist your mind.” Y/N cried to him.

“You shut up! You betrayed me just like Padme! You went behind my back with him.” She stood up, “Anakin, we’ve been together long before I met you!” She exclaimed and looked at Obi-Wan. “Take her back to the ship and call for help.” Y/N nodded and picked her up, struggling but she did. She turned to Anakin one last time, “You don’t have to do this, Ani. We can still be friends, I’ll always be your friend. The Dark side doesn’t have what you think it does.”

“Y/N?” Padme tries to talk. Y/N looks at her, “Yes? What is it?” She held her friends hand, Artoo and Threepio right by her, making sure she’s okay. “I-I wanted to thank you for being by my side through everything. You’re a great friend.” Y/N had tears in her eyes as she spoke, “You as well. We’re gonna get you help.” Y/N told her.

“I-If something were to happen to me, I want you and Obi-Wan to take my child.” She tells her and gives her a weak smile. “Don’t say that! You’re gonna be okay and raise your kid.” She tries but Padme shakes her head, “I know that you’d be a good mother.” She told Y/N.

Obi-Wan entered the ship, Y/N gasped and hugged him. He had tears in his eyes and Y/N cupped his face, “I’m so sorry.” She whispered. He looked down, he felt like a failure. “I failed him, Y/N.” He whispered. “No. No you didn’t. You did your best. He was manipulated.” Y/N whispered. She knew that he was hurting and blamed himself for it all. “Padme needs help.” Y/N said as they started the ship.

Y/N held one of her hands while Obi Wan held the other, Padme was screaming and crying as she pushed out a baby. “You got this!” Y/N told her. A baby boy came out crying, “Luke.” She said, Y/N smiled, she liked that name. She was still pushing and a baby girl came out, “Leia.” “Padme you did it.” Y/N said to her friend and gave her a small.

“Y/N, I know Anakin has some good left in him. Take care of my babies.” She said before she died. Y/N cried as she whispered her friend's name over and over. Obi-Wan came over to her and she let go of Padme’s hand and cried in her husband’s arms. They lost two friends today.

“Do you think we can raise twins?” Y/N asked Obi-Wan as they held the babies. He looked over at her with a sad smile, “it’s what Padme wanted.” He told her and Y/N stared down at Leia. She vowed to protect these kids like her own, like Padme wanted.

Y/N thought back to Anakin and his flirting that was bad and laughed through tears. Obi-Wan looked over at her, “What’s so funny?” He asked, “Anakin’s awful attempts at getting with me.” Obi-Wan smiled, though he hated when Anakin tried to get with her, he had to admit that looking back at it now, it was funny. “Yeah he sure had a way with words.” Obi-Wan chuckled. Y/N shook her head and looked down at Leia not realizing that the twins would become some of the most powerful people in the galaxy.

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c0ffeejelly1 · 4 months ago

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Oh! A baby fever?

Haikyuu character headcanons

Kageyama, Hinata, Bokuto, Iwaizumi x f!reader

Author's note: Might have to write a...freaky version of this but I cant make any promises. um you can tell who I clearly enjoyed writing for and who I didn’t…(hinata) Anyways, your husband wants a baby.

p.1

Warnings: none just cringey cutesy stuff

KAGEYAMA

“What kind of baby puts their hand on a fire?...”

That's only one of the responses he's made to the countless baby memes you've sent to this poor man.

He doesn't hate the constant videos, seeing that it makes you smile watching as a child screams in agony at a moving cactus, but it does make him wonder…what exactly did it mean?

Were you trying to suggest something?

It had never truly occurred to him that you might be thinking about having children...

Sure, you’ve joked about a little version of him running around, perhaps even naming it Tobio Junior, but the thought of it becoming a reality seemed far-fetched.

With his rigorous training schedule and your demanding job, the idea of a child—especially one that would inevitably put everything in its mouth—felt like a daunting challenge, especially if both of you were often too exhausted to keep a watchful eye.

That is what he thought at least.

Not until now, with your legs intertwined as you lay together in bed.

Even after being married for some time, the simple act of cuddling with you still sends a rush of warmth through him, making him feel like a teenage boy again, especially when your arms brush against his.

You were engrossed in your phone, scrolling through your usual social media feed, but you could sense your husband's gaze stealing glances at your screen as you both leaned against the bed frame.

With that in mind, you stumbled upon an adorable video compilation of babies accidentally learning curse words.

You couldn’t help but giggle, and as you did, you noticed a soft chuckle escape your husband’s lips.

That’s when the thought struck you—you were finally going to ask him the big question.

“…do you want kids, Tobio?”

His laughter fades as he glances up from your screen, a blank expression settling on his face for a moment before a rosy blush creeps across his cheeks.

“what? W-why ask me that now?...” He stumbles over his words, trying to mask his embarrassment, his eyes darting around the room, avoiding your gaze.

“Well, do you?” A pause hangs in the air before he shifts his gaze to the side, nervously rubbing the back of his neck.

He hesitates, a frustrated sigh escaping his lips. “It’s not that I don't, I just…” He trails off, clearly wrestling with his thoughts.

“I’ll… I’ll think about it.”

And he does, perhaps a bit too much, because suddenly, babies seem to pop up everywhere he turns.

He sets out for his morning jog, only to be bombarded by billboards advertising a new baby formula.

While trying to help you pick up your favourite snack, he catches sight of baby clothes out of the corner of his eye.

Even when he’s scrolling through funny videos on his phone, his feed is inundated with baby content! Is this some kind of sign? Should he just agree?

He can’t even shake the images of having children with you from his dreams, especially when you’re near; all he can picture is a tiny version of you both...and If he’s being honest, it does kinda send his heart racing…

“Let's do it.”

He slams his hands down on the kitchen counter, the sound startling you as you turn to him, puzzled.

“...Do what exactly?”

“Let's make a baby.”

HINATA

“Hey, set it to me too! I'm open!”

You and your husband were finally in Brazil, basking in the sun on a beach adorned with golden sands.

The sand was warm beneath your feet, and the sound of waves rolling onto the shore mixed harmoniously with the distant laughter of children playing.

After a few weeks of adjusting to Hinata’s work commitments, you had carved out some precious time to enjoy the beach together, with him bringing along a volleyball for some fun in the sun.

It turned out to be a brilliant idea, as you watched him from a distance, energetically playing volleyball with a group of older kids.

You could have joined in, but you knew that Hinata's boundless energy would leave you breathless, so you opted to lounge on a sunbed beneath the shade of an umbrella, escaping the harsh rays of the sun.

Just as you were settling in, a gentle tap on your shoulder pulled you from your relaxation.

You turned to find a little boy, accompanied by a girl, pointing excitedly at a sandcastle they had built.

“Help us, lady!” the boy pleaded, bouncing on his heels.

How could you resist those adorable faces?

With a soft laugh, you set your drink aside and knelt down in the sand, eagerly listening to their requests.

They needed someone to help fortify their castle against the incoming tide, and you were more than happy to assist.

What started as a simple request quickly turned into an all-out building project—digging trenches, constructing walls, and even adding little seashell decorations.

The kids bickered, giggled, and occasionally got distracted by the waves, but you found yourself immersed in their world, enjoying every second of it.

After a delightful time playing and laughing, Hinata eventually came looking for you.

He was surprised to find you happily engaged with the kids, managing their playful squabbles with a gentle hand.

Watching you, his heart swelled with affection, and he couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to see you with a child of your own.

As the evening air grew cooler, you and Hinata eventually parted ways with the kids and made your way home, your fingers intertwined as you walked along the shoreline.

Then, Hinata suddenly stopped, causing you to pause mid-step.

“You good?”

He hesitated before asking, “Do you like kids?”

You raised an eyebrow at the unexpected question but nodded slowly.

“Yeah… they’re nice.”

A comfortable silence enveloped you both until he suddenly blurted out,

“Do you want kids with me?”

BOKUTO

“Legit, the craziest thing happened to me last night baby.”

You and your husband decided to swing by his sister's place today because he was feeling a bit nostalgic and wanted to see her, apparently “missing her presence”.

Now, as you settle onto the couch with his sister's one-year-old son comfortably resting in your lap, you find yourself softly humming along while your husband animatedly recounts his latest dream about aliens coming to Earth to whisk him away to their home planet—just another one of his delightfully eccentric stories.

You suddenly feel a tiny hand tugging at your collar, causing you to look down to see the little guy completely captivated by your outfit.

Your heart melts a bit as you coo at him slightly, leaving your husband to his own world.

For a brief moment, you don’t realize how he’s paused but instead, gazing—no, admiring you—as you interact so tenderly with the child.

When you turn to face him, you catch him in a moment of admiration, and a wave of confusion washes over you.

“Is something on my face?”

“You look really beautiful like that.”

His compliment elicits a light scoff from you as you try to mask your embarrassment.

“Like what? I'm literally not doing anything.”

“Exactly”

In all your months of marriage, you’ve never seen him so direct and candid about his feelings. Did he bump his head on the way in?

“Are you sure you’re not an alien right now?”

His laughter filled the room as he leaned in to plant a kiss on your cheek, then stood up with a dramatic stretch glancing over to you and the child.

“I wanna play with the baby too, come on, give him ‘ere”

“Don’t drop him” you tease.

“I won't drop him…” he replies, pouting slightly.

Snuggled up in bed at home, you felt completely worn out from the day’s adventures. I mean Bokuto was literally pulling you everywhere, left and right, and his boundless energy while playing with the baby had left you utterly drained.

To make matters worse, despite being cozied up together, his restless movements wouldn’t let up!

Sure you'd grown accustomed to his little shifts in bed–stealing the blanket from you or somehow ending up upside down on top of you—but this was pushing it.

“Babe…” you groaned, trying to get his attention. Yet, he continued to fidget.

You were getting fed up now.

“Bokuto, stop moving.”

This prompted a response from him.

“Did I wake you up? M’sorry.”

“Is something wrong? Why’d you keep moving so much?”

He let out a small sigh. “I’ve just been thinking…”

Now you were intrigued. Usually when Bokuto’s thinking it's either about something serious, or, well, what he's gonna have for breakfast–which can be serious in its own right.

“About what?”

“Us”

“You're being too vague, what about us?”

“I think I wanna get you pregnant.”

You stared at him for a full minute, as if he’d just asked if pigs could fly.

“...what.”

This is some hell of a weird dream, right? I mean there is no way your husband, Bokuto Kotarou, was casually suggesting in the middle of the night that he wanted to have kids…right??

“No, I said that wrong…” He ran his fingers through his hair, searching for the right way to express himself. “What I mean is, I want to get you pregnant. I want to have a baby with you.”

“Mhm…”

“Would you…let me?”

IWAIZUMI

“Just one more babe, you're doing great!”

You had been working like a dog today, and I mean like a dog.

All you said was you wanted to lose a little weight, mind you, that was a week ago, and all you did was ask your husband to keep an eye on you.

But you didn't think it’d be like this though!

What happened to all the sexy gym scenarios you heard so much about?!

Your husband had forced suggested that you follow him to the gym today for a little workout session.

Y'know, just a little stretching, maybe two little squats, oh, and of course, can't forget the 20 reps of 10 kg bench presses! Where’s the little in that?!

But of course, as the lovely, caring husband that he is, he clearly saw how tired you were and suggested the best suggestion ever to be made by him– a snack.

But just a tiny one.

100 calories max.

And you had to promise to burn it off later in the week.

But…a little white lie wouldn't hurt anyone right?

“Baby…do I really have to buy this? I can literally hear those candy bars over there calling my name.”

You hold up the protein bar in your hand with a grimace.

“You asked me to keep you in check… I can’t just let you have whatever you want, can I?”

“Sure you can.”

He gives you an unwavering look.

“...but then what’s the point of this?”

You just groan in response when you feel a little bump against your leg.

Looking down, you see a pair of big, teary eyes from a child.

“S-sorry…” Her tiny voice was so cute that you couldn't help but glance up at your husband, heart eyed.

He shakes his head, knowing exactly what you’re thinking, then looks down at the child, who can’t be more than seven.

“Hey kid, where’s your mom at?”

“I-..I dunno…” The child starts crying again, prompting you to kneel down to her level and shoot your boyfriend a look for making her upset.

“Don't worry baby, I'll help you find her, don't mind the big, scary, intimidating, brooding man behind us.”

“Wh- hey!”

“Come on, let's go.” You take the little girl’s hand as she looks around with wide, hopeful eyes.

Walking around with the child, you begin to engage in a conversation, finding that she had a similar niche interest like you.

It was a perfect distraction for her, especially since her mom is nowhere in sight. Meanwhile, all you husband could do was watch from behind keeping an eye on both of you.

He can’t help but feel a rush of warmth in his chest as he sees you bonding with the girl. It brings him a strange kind of happiness,a desire to witness this moment, to see you with—... no.

No no no no no.

Is he really considering—he can’t be… can he?

A blush creeps onto his cheeks as the image of you with his child flashes in his mind. Great, he probably looked like a pervert to the unknowing eye!

Kids? Now? You've only been married a month now, he can't just ask for that! Oh, but they way you’re both smiling at eachother right now, you're little giggles, and the child's small hands! He can't take it! Nope! He can't do this anymore!

His thoughts are interrupted when he notices that you’ve both stopped walking, just in time to see the little girl dash toward what appears to be her mother.

“Mommy!!”

She wraps her arms around her mother, who looks immensely relieved to find her daughter safe. The mother bows and thanks you profusely, while you modestly brush off the gratitude.

Later, after the commotion settles, Iwaizumi tosses you a packet of your favorite sweets, which you catch with surprise.

“Really? What for?”

He doesn't reply, only approaching you and leaning forward to plant a kiss on your cheek.

“I'll give you one tonight.”

You gulp slightly at the close proximity of his hot breath practically breathing down your neck.

“...give me what exactly?”

“My babies,” he reply’s a matter of factly, “pinky promise.”

He links your pinky with his, chuckling at your surprised expression before heading out of the store.

You could only look around confused as you come to gravity with the meaning of his words…i mean it didn't seem that bad- but still! And he had the audacity to walk away like it was nothing?

“Hey! C-come back here, what’s that supposed to mean!”

Is this really baby fever? No. But some of these made me giggle while I was writing them so be happy okay 💔💔 I write for the love of the game vro 🥀🥀

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