#he sounded so... authoritative and intense and confident even through frustration

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Mitch Marner Media Availability | 11.27.24

[fanfics4world]

Our Little Secret

Pairings: Alina Starkov x Fem!Reader

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

Summary: Alina Starkov finds solace in the palace's vast library. There, she meets Y/N, an enigmatic girl who arouses her curiosity and budding affection. The two share a moment that leaves Alina longing to know more about the mysterious savior.

Word count: 1045

In the gloom of the Little Palace library, Alina Starkov reached out for a leather-bound volume that rested just out of her reach. Her fingers brushed the spine of the book, but failed to catch it. Frustrated, she stood on her tiptoes, stretching so far that her balance was beginning to waver.

It was then that Y/N appeared, as if from the shadows of the bookshelves. With a quiet smile and a look that exuded a curious mixture of confidence and mystery, she approached Alina.

"Allow me" Y/N said, her voice soft but firm.

With a fluid, confident motion, Y/N reached for the book and lowered it, handing it to Alina. Their hands brushed briefly and Alina felt an unexpected warmth rise up her arm. She looked up at Y/N, her blue eyes meeting the other girl's, and in that instant, something inside Alina stirred.

"Thank you" Alina murmured, still holding Y/N's gaze.

"You're welcome" Y/N replied, and though her answer was simple, her smile revealed a depth that Alina could not decipher.

The silence between Alina and Y/N was interrupted by the authoritative voice of General Kirigan, echoing through the corridors of the Little Palace. "Alina" he called, his tone leaving little room for doubt that he would not stop until he found her.

Alina sighed at the sound of her name. She wasn't ready to face him, she didn't want her little moment to end. Y/N, sensing the tension in Alina, took her arm and whispered, "Come with me"

She led Alina through a maze of bookshelves until she reached a forgotten section of the library. There, Y/N pressed a seemingly ordinary book and, to Alina's surprise, a section of the bookshelf slid silently away, revealing a secret passageway.

"Quickly" Y/N urged, and they both stepped into the darkness. The secret entrance closed behind them with a barely audible click. They ascended a narrow spiral staircase that vibrated with the echo of their footsteps until they reached the second floor of the library, a place that seemed touched by time and magic.

"How did you know about this?" asked Alina, her voice a whisper in the gloom.

Y/N smiled, a smile that seemed to hold countless secrets. "This is my refuge," she confessed. "I come here when I need to be alone, when the world out there gets too... intense"

Alina looked around, marveling. Bookshelves filled with old books, maps of places that existed only in legends, and moonlight filtering through a tall window, creating patterns of light and shadow on the wooden floor.

"Thank you," Alina said, her heart pounding with a mixture of gratitude and an emotion she dared not name. "For showing me this place... for saving me"

Y/N approached Alina, her eyes reflecting the lunar light. "I'll always be here when you need me" she promised. And in that moment, Alina knew she had found more than a refuge in the library; she had found an ally, perhaps even something deeper.

"Stay as long as you need to," Y/N said, her voice a whisper in the vast stillness of the library. "It will be our little secret"

Alina nodded, still overwhelmed by the revelation of the passageway and the promise of sanctuary. "Thank you" she said, her voice barely audible.

Y/N headed for the secret exit, but before she could disappear into the shadows, Alina called out to her. "Wait, what's your name?"

For a moment, Y/N paused, her silhouette silhouetted against the dim light of the corridor. "It's better if you don't know" she finally replied, her tone soft but firm.

Alina frowned, confused. "Why not?"

Y/N turned to face her, and though Alina couldn't see her face, she could feel the intensity in her gaze. "Because if you know who I am, you may never want to see me again" Y/N said, and something in her voice made Alina feel a shiver of anticipation.

"I promise that won't happen" Alina insisted, stepping forward.

Y/N smiled, a smile Alina could only intuit. "Then leave it as a mystery for now. Something you'll find out in time"

With those words, Y/N disappeared into the darkness, leaving Alina alone with a thousand questions and the throbbing of a heart filled with curiosity and unexpected longing.

XXXXXX

Alina's room was bathed in soft candlelight, creating a haven of calm in the heart of the Little Palace. Genya was there, sitting on the edge of the bed, as Alina paced back and forth, her mind a whirlwind of emotions.

"What is troubling you, Alina?" asked Genya, her voice warm and concerned.

Alina stopped and sat down next to Genya, taking a deep breath before speaking. "I met someone today, a girl," she began, "in the library"

Genya leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with interest. "Who is she?"

"I don't know her name," Alina admitted, "there's something about her. She's mysterious, confident, and when she helped me reach a book, I felt... I felt something I can't explain, there's something about her I can't get out of my head"

Genya watched Alina, noticing the unusual gleam in her eyes. "Alina, that sounds like more than gratitude, do you think you could...?"

Alina interrupted, "I don't know, Genya. I just know that I want to see her again. There's something in her gaze, in her smile..."

"Do you think you'll see her again?" inquired Genya, a sly smile peeking through her lips.

Alina nodded, "Yes, I do. And I hope I do"

Genya stood up and paced the room, then turned to Alina with a determined expression. "Then, when you see her again, you should invite her to the ball General Kirigan is organizing"

Alina considered the idea, the possibility of dancing with the mysterious girl from the library sending a tingle through her body. "Maybe I will" she finally said, a coy smile appearing on her lips.

"That's the spirit!" exclaimed Genya, clapping her hands softly. "And who knows, maybe this mystery girl will be the key to unlocking the secrets you seek"

With those words of encouragement, Genya left Alina with her thoughts and the promise of a dance that could change everything.

A/N: This is the beginning of a small series I'm working on, I hope you like it. If you have any suggestions, you can always write me.

[thegreatwicked]

After the Storm: Part Two

After the Storm

Summary: An emergency crash landing on an isolated island on an alien planet leaves Hux, and a rebel spy stranded and trying to reach an emergency beacon before the local flora and fauna kill them. Hux/OFC.  

Is it really fanfiction without a sex pollen story? No! Of course not! You’re not here for intense character development or an intricate plot! This is a slightly unconventional sex pollen story so enjoy because we all know you’re here for smut and I will supply so here it is! Don’t ask me what Hux and a rebel spy are doing on a shuttle, I don’t know and I don’t care I’m just here for smut. He just is. If Disney doesn’t have to justify their shitty fanfiction then neither do I. If you’ve ever seen Six Days Seven Nights that’s what I’m loosely basing this off of. This is a fun little sexy story that exists in the world of the story I am currently writing that explains my OC, Sola Vex a little better. If you’d like to read it, it's called Armitage and it’ll be on my profile and my Tumblr, keep an eye out for it as I will be posting it very soon, it’s a long one!

Part Two

Hux woke up to find Sola already up and moving, a rare occurrence considering her non-morning person nature. She was in the midst of getting dressed pulling on her boots. He hurried to catch up, his stomach too twisted to bother with breakfast, his mind consumed with how he was going to explain himself. As he finally found the courage to ask Sola about her sleep, her response—using the dreaded word "fine"—revealed that all was not well. He inwardly groaned, knowing that the chasm between them had only deepened. However, before he could even broach the subject of the previous day, Sola already had her mask on and had shut down any attempt at conversation.

Hux was determined though, that maybe a conversation while they hiked might prove more productive. His gait returned to its usual rhythm, but Sola's pace remained swift and purposeful, surpassing him with little regard. He called out her name multiple times, but her responses were limited to grunts or curt replies, mirroring the distance Hux had established the previous day. The day wore on and his attempts to bring a resolution to their situation saw little acknowledgment, and by mid-afternoon Hux reached his breaking point. He refused to be a man who chased after a woman to an absurd degree, even if he was in the wrong. Even if he wanted to chase her.

Enough. This was enough. He swiftly closed the distance, his hand clapped her shoulder and gave it a decisive twist to make her face him. A surge of irritation coursed through him, he was poised to resolve this standoff immediately. The commanding sound of his voice cut through the jungle, full of urgency and frustration. He was done with this little temper tantrum she was throwing.

"Stop!" 

This silent stalemate could no longer persist; he was determined to confront the truth and mend what he had damaged. The air around Hux and Sola crackled with tension as his voice reverberated through the dense foliage with the confidence of a man who had commanded many. He didn’t command Sola though, he just needed her to hear him. The vibrant greens of the jungle seem to fade into the background, their colors washed out and overshadowed by the intensity of the emotions on display.

She was only caught off guard by his outburst for a second before she responded with a sharp, "What?" 

"We need to talk, and it can't wait any longer."

His voice grew softer but still held an authoritative edge, he didn’t want to yell, didn’t want to sound like he was ordering her around.

"Well, that's unfortunate. I'm not exactly in the mood for conversation." She threw off his hand and turned away eager to return the distance between them. Oh, no she didn’t. Hux reached out once more, his grasp gentle yet unshakable, halting her departure.

“I'm not asking you if we can speak, I'm telling you we will!"

Sola faced with her hands on her hips, a challenge threatening to immolate him burning in her angry gaze. "Is that so, General?" Her emphasis on his former rank was bitter and meant to twist him like a knife in a wound. "What could you possibly have to say now that’s so damned important?” 

Trapped in a maelstrom of guilt and frustration, Hux couldn't ignore the profound anguish he'd inflicted on Sola, he had to face the storm. Their conversation, inflamed by wounded emotions and hurt pride, rapidly devolved into a tumultuous shouting match. Each of his attempts to clarify his actions, to convey the reasoning behind his behavior, was met with Sola's relentless interruptions—her words stinging, laden with blame. It appeared that his hope for a diplomatic resolution had crumbled.

"I know why. It's because you're a pretentious, self-absorbed ass who is more interested in his own survival than anyone else."

Taken aback, Hux felt her words pierce through his defenses, and for a moment he was truly speechless. Then came the anger, he couldn’t stop it. Memories of every time he couldn’t defend himself against those who held power over him came rushing up and spilled forth. In a split second of madness, he angrily ripped off his mask, and he roared back, his voice raw with emotion, 

"I care more about you than I've ever cared about myself!” 

As he continued his outburst, it was met by Sola screaming at him to put his mask back on, calling him an idiot, demanding to know what he was doing, but he didn’t hear her words. 

“I can't stand that you're angry with me, even if I deserve it! I don't want you ignoring me or trying to leave me in the dust of this accursed jungle. I want you to talk to me, hear me! I don't want you sleeping on the other side of the kriffing tent; I want you sleeping with me! If you need to punish me for yesterday, then do it! Hit me until your arms grow weak, but just hear me and let me apologize!"

His outburst hung in the air, a mix of frustration, anger, and a longing for understanding and the jungle was silent once more. Sola stood there, her mouth agape, unable to form a coherent response. The silence that settled between them, the intensity of their argument gave way to a fragile calm. It seemed he had finally reached her, his word shaving surprised even himself. However, he didn’t have long to process his ill-timed confession, when his expression suddenly fell, his face draining of color and his eyes widening in unmistakable terror. Her heart quickened, and a chill ran down her spine, instinctively telling her that something dangerous lurked behind her.

With a slow, cautious turn of her head, Sola's eyes widened at the sight that unfolded before her. Rising from the foliage like a coiled serpent, the I Vino Posy revealed itself in all its menacing glory. Its petals, large and vibrant, resemble the scaled skin of a venomous snake, while the spines protruding from its center mimic wicked fangs.

The plant's stem, adorned with fine hairs, quivered with an eerie sentience, attuned to the slightest movements and vibrations. It had no eyes but it seemed to see them, it seemed to watch them with a predatory intent, as if ready to strike at any moment. Its presence exuded danger, sending primal fear through Sola's body.

Hux slowly took hold of Sola's hands, fingers wrapping securely around her wrists. With deliberate, measured steps, he guided her away from the lurking peril, his gaze fixed on the I Vino Posy, vigilant and ready to act.

Their progress was slow, and each movement was calculated to avoid provoking the dormant beast. Sola kept her eyes locked on Hux, her trust and reliance solely placed on him. Every instinctual response kicked in and told her to run, but Hux's words cut through her thoughts. His tone was both authoritative and gentle, commanding her attention, and providing the reassurance she needed. 

"Keep your eyes on me, Sola," Hux whispered, his words barely audible. "Don't look back, just focus on me."

With every step, she felt a growing weight of anticipation and uncertainty. The instinct to survey her surroundings conflicting with Hux's directive. Yet, in his voice, she heard a plea for her to trust him in this critical moment, and for all the nonsense that had occurred in the past two days, she knew if he said to listen to him then she could trust him. Sola returned her focus to Hux's face, locking eyes with him once more, counting all the shades of green deep in them, counting the subtle freckles that she had always overlooked. 

A flicker of relief passed through Hux's features as he saw Sola complying with his request. "Good girl," he murmured softly. 

Step by cautious step, Hux's voice was a constant easement, constantly urging her to keep her focus on him, to trust in him. The dangers of the jungle retreated to the periphery of their consciousness. With each step, the terrain beneath them became increasingly treacherous, the dense foliage and tangled roots posing constant obstacles, obstacles that Hux seemed to anticipate with each well-placed step as though he was somehow aware of everything around them. Maybe he was.

They both froze in place as a deafening snap shattered their silent retreat. It echoed through the dense jungle as loud as an explosion. Before Sola could process the source, Hux's instincts and training kicked into overdrive, and all pretenses of stealth were abandoned.

They broke into a dead run.

The I Vino Posy sprung into action, unleashing its deadly arsenal. Small, thorny, dart-like barbs shot through the air, aimed at Hux and Sola like venomous projectiles. Whizzing dangerously close to their bodies. Sola's heart skipped a beat as one of the lethal projectiles grazed past her head with a hair's breadth of distance, its presence leaving a chilling sensation in its wake. The sounds of their frantic footsteps mingled with the rustling of leaves and the snapping of vines. The once-peaceful vegetation around them came to life with a vengeance.

Vicious tendrils lashed out from neighboring plants, their thorns sharp and unforgiving, aiming to ensnare Hux and Sola in their deadly embrace. Branches whipped through the air, seeking to trip them up, while grasping roots emerged from the earth, eager to entangle their legs.

Hux's mind raced, searching for a path to safety amid the chaos. He maneuvered with agile precision, his every move calculated to avoid the onslaught of nature's wrath. With Sola's hand still firmly in his grasp, he led her through the treacherous maze of foliage, their only goal to outrun the pursuing threats.

As they pressed on, the cacophony of the awakened jungle intensified. Shrill cries of unseen plants reverberated through the air; like wild animals or predatory beasts, joined the chorus of their frantic escape. Hux and Sola were but fleeting figures amidst the unforgiving wilderness, their survival teetering on a razor's edge with no room for any margin of error.

Their labored breathing filled the air, intermingling with the symphony of death that followed them. The entire environment seemed to conspire against them, with heat and an unyielding density that made every step a struggle.

Higher ground became their singular goal, the promise of a temporary respite from the relentless pursuit of the deadly jungle. As plant life grew sparse the ground became harder and larger rocks replaced the lush undergrowth, it finally came into view. The rocky terrain unfolded before them, and their eyes were drawn to a steep embankment, their only hope for safety. With a surge of determination, they raced up the rugged slope, the adrenaline pumping through their veins.

Every step upward was an arduous battle against gravity, the steep terrain demanding more from them than they could give. Every muscle strained against them, their hands clawing at the loose soil and jagged rocks for purchase. With survival-fueled desperation, Hux pushed Sola forward up the embankment, putting her before him.

But their momentary relief was shattered as Hux's agonized scream pierced the air. 

There, lurking at the base of the embankment, was the Pal Vents Fury—the one plant they had managed to evade until now. Its presence was menacing, resembling a monstrous hybrid of a Venus flytrap and a ravenous creature. The barbed whips of the plant had ensnared Hux, wrapping tightly around his leg, bicep, and shoulder. He struggled against the whips, desperation etched across his face as he fought to free himself.

With each flex, the whips dug deeper into Hux's flesh, causing him to cry out in excruciating pain. Blood trickled from the wounds, dripping into the ground beneath him. The Pal Vents Fury, sensing its trapped prey, began to stir, its maw-like structure opening to reveal rows of barbs resembling menacing teeth. Hux clutched at the vines in pain, trying to wrench them off but every movement on his part brought new waves of pain. The plant's deadly intention was clear—to pull him toward a slow and agonizing demise.

Sola's heart raced and her blood turned to ice in her veins, torn between her desire to save Hux and his own desperate plea for her to go. The terror in his voice and the silent plea in his eyes mirrored the unspoken fear of being left behind.

Hux's face contorted with pain, his voice raw and full of fear. 

Her hands reached for her vibroblade and pulled it from the scabbard, her fingers finding solace in its familiar grip. Fueled by rage, she lunged forward, her movements guided by a desperate sheer determination. The blade pierced the air, slashing at the thick, encroaching whips of the Pal Vents Fury. 

The barbs of the vines recoiled slightly but as they did so they dug further into Hux, he seethed with pain but seeing Sola return to his side gave him the will to keep fighting, to push past the pain. The Pal Vents Fury however trying to deter her from her mission, didn’t stop at just the barbs. The plant began emitting a low, rumbling noise reminiscent of a frog or toad's croak, and its body convulsed as if preparing for something. Before Sola could fully comprehend the situation, the plant erupted, projecting a viscous, ichor-like substance in her direction. It splattered on the ground near her feet, and while most of it missed her, a portion of the corrosive material landed on her mask. A pungent and toxic odor filled her nostrils as the scent of melting plastic assaulted her senses. She couldn't help but cough, and a searing sensation on her neck forced her to momentarily pause her frantic assault. The corrosive ichor had inflicted significant damage to her mask, gradually eating away at the life-supporting device that had shielded her.

She flung the damaged mask to the ground, now left with no means of protecting her face from the jungle's perils. Unable to know if the plant could replicate the attack again right away it pushed her forward in her attack. Through pure stubbornness and unwavering resolve, Sola's relentless assault paid off. Each thrust of the blade was met with a hiss from the plant, ignoring the pain, she persisted, hacking away with relentless force.

With each successful strike, the whip’s hold weakened, and the plant reluctantly conceded that the struggle for this meal wasn’t worth the risk. They began to recoil in pain and defeat, their barbs retracting in a show of reluctant surrender against the superior force. Hux collapsed to the ground, gasping for air and clutching his wounds. 

Not satisfied with their victory over the hostile plant, Sola reached for the blaster that had been on Hux’s belt and fired at the plant in anger, listening to its shrill cries as it burned and suffered the agonizing fate it had intended for Hux. The once vibrant and formidable plant curled in on itself, shriveling as the blaster fire scorched it from the inside out, it produced the smell of burning mulch and its shrill shrieking grew weaker until all that was heard was the sound of sizzling.

Pulling his arm over her shoulder, the sounds of the plant's torment faded into the background. She strained under his weight, summoning every ounce of strength within her. Together, they began their arduous ascent up the embankment, each step a painful reminder of their recent ordeal.

As they reached the top of the embankment, their eyes caught sight of an opening that resembled a cave— that offered a semblance of shelter. Her body trembling with exhaustion and relief. Finally, they collapsed onto the rocky floor, their bodies craving respite from the physical and emotional strain.

Inside the cave, the air was cool and still, providing a momentary sanctuary from the perilous jungle outside. Sola's breaths came in ragged gasps. Hux too had collapsed and he lay a few feet away from her, she reached out for him, but her arm was so heavy that she couldn’t quite reach him. The scent of dirt and dampness filled the air, and as the adrenaline faded from her body, Sola couldn’t hold out against the pull of unconsciousness and the world around her went soft, her eyes grew weak and a weightlessness set in as she too lost consciousness. 

~~~

Hux’s eyes opened and all he knew was pain. His attempt to push himself up, resulted in his injured arm giving way, sending him crashing back down to the ground. His lungs clawed for air as any additional movement only resulted in excruciating agony. His breaths came in short, labored gasps, and it felt as though his lungs were going to collapse in on him.

His chest constricted with each attempt to regulate his breathing, with immense effort, he managed to roll onto his side, his muscles protesting every order given to them. From there, he maneuvered himself onto his back. Blood seeped from his shoulder, arm, and his leg. 

If it was as bad as it felt he struggled to find a way to pull himself up and out of this. But memories of beatings and the pain of being kicked with steel-toe boots rose to the forefront of his mind; he’d survived those. The sizzling burn of the blaster that nearly killed him, he’d survived that. The tumultuous crash of the shuttle, if he’d survived all of that he could certainly survive this too. With some renewed determination to not let the thing that killed him be… a plant, he forced himself up and away from the pull of unconsciousness. 

Taking stock of his surroundings his heart sank. Sola lay motionless, her arm extended towards him as though she had tried to reach him. Concern flooded his thoughts, but he knew he couldn’t help her until he assessed his own condition.

The surviving pack was within reach, and his trembling hands extracted the emergency medical kit. Its contents were minimal and not meant for injuries of this nature. A survival tool, vibrobalde, bacta patches, sedatives, bandages, antiseptic, and a dose of some type of pain medication. He didn’t know exactly what it was but knew what he was about to do would be excruciating, he wasted no time and jabbed the syringe into his leg.

Positioning himself against a cave wall he reached into his pocket and pulled out a single leather glove. The blood had dried, adhering his shirt to his skin and peeling it away producing fresh waves of pain that made his stomach lurch.

He was a mess. Lacerations on his left bicep and shoulder were fairly deep and jagged. He set his jaw and bit down on the leather glove, inhaling deeply several times in an attempt to steady his nerves before he began. 

His hand was still shaking as he used the pliers on the survival tool to grasp at one of the barbs sticking out of his arm. He whimpered slightly and he trembled as he counted to three in his head, when he reached three, he pulled. All sound went away, replaced by the unsettling ringing of tinnitus, and fresh crippling shockwaves of pain coursed through his body and he cried out into the glove clenched between his teeth. 

One down. 

With a methodical precision, he repeated the process over a dozen times, extracting barbs from his bicep, shoulder, and leg until his knuckles were white. His body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat and his jaw ached from biting down. The survival tool fell from his grip, clattering on the ground, its task completed and he spat out the glove taking in lungfuls of air trying to force his body into a state of disassociation. His nerves were crying out for something to ease the pain and he fought slipping back into unconsciousness. 

The soothing relief provided by the bacta patches washed over him like gentle waves. Its adhesive would seal the wounds and protect them as its cooling gel began to assist in the healing process. Throughout the process, Hux glanced at Sola, his concern for her well-being gnawing at him. He shifted putting his back to her, unable to look at her seeing the repercussions of his own actions. 

With the worst of it behind him, a new sensation began coursing through him; anger. Outright fury at the whole fucking thing. 

It raged through his veins like a magmatic river, fueled by a litany of frustrations. The storm. The crash. The heat. The lost gear. The kriffing Pal Vents Fury. The pain. All of it. Then the final thing. The cracked o-ring of his mask. The thing that started all of it. It all boiled upwards inside of him until it exploded like a reactor, unleashed in the form of a scream. 

Damn, this kriffing island.

He screamed until his lungs burned and his voice cracked. Finally spent, he had nothing else to expel. The numbing effect of the contents of the syringe began to take over and the pain finally began to fade, a sense of euphoria swept over him bringing a comforting numbness. He began to feel a bit tipsy and light-headed As silence began to take over once more his anger shifted inwards directed to himself and his failures. Every decision he’d ever made that led him to this moment. But amidst it all a realization hit him, one that surprised him. When he had stupidly removed his mask and made that confession to Sola, he hadn’t felt regret or fear. Not at all. Instead a strange sense of liberation, and a flicker of something else. Hope? He didn’t know. 

Now what?

~~~

Jolted to consciousness, Sola’s eyes snapped open to the sound of a scream, it cut through the haze of her disoriented state, bringing her back to the harsh reality of her dire situation. As her vision became clear she saw Hux leaning against the wall, his fists clenched and unclenched on nothing as though he were struggling to control his anger. His entire body was seemingly driven by a quiet rage that pulsed through him, she’d seen this before. Hux wasn’t an outwardly violent man, he didn’t shout, scream, or throw things when he was angry. Instead, his rage would turn inward and he would go silent and rigid. She’d only seen his rage unleashed once and he’d left a considerable dent in the side of an x wing. 

A wave of panic washed over Sola as she tried to make sense of the scene before her. Time seemed distorted, and she couldn’t discern how long they had been in the cave, unconscious and vulnerable. Her gaze remained fixed on Hux, his hunched form consumed by a wave of fierce anger. The depth of his breathing, like an enraged bull, resonated with the intensity of his emotions. Sola's heart clenched with a mixture of concern and fear as she watched him. His distant stare and detached demeanor were as if he was lost in a waking nightmare or trapped within the confines of his own mind. It was a side of Hux she had never seen, and the unfamiliarity filled her with a deep sense of dread.

The cave felt suffocating like she was awaiting an eruption that may come at any moment. She remained alert, her senses attuned to the slightest shift in Hux's demeanor, ready to respond, though she had no idea what she would do. 

There had been no real information available on the symptoms of the Pax Reaver, so there was no way to tell what symptoms he would be exhibiting if he had been affected. Hux had taken off his mask in the jungle, exposing himself to the unknown effects of the Pax. She couldn’t recall seeing any of the dual-natured plants themselves when they made their getaway, but the spores may have been carried through the air, potentially affecting him.

The realization that they were not out of danger was close by. She remained rooted to the spot, shunted by the two most terrifying words in existence. 

What if?

What if he had been affected by the Pax? What if he was seconds away from turning into a mindlessly violent beast? 

She stood little chance against him, even in his current condition. His military background, combat skills, and physical prowess dwarfed her own capabilities. She lacked weapons, any place to hide, and making an escape seemed near impossible. Hux would easily overpower her, and the consequences would be dire.

Her thoughts instinctively turned to survival. 

She couldn’t overpower him, she couldn’t hide, and escape wasn’t an option, she had no means of protecting herself out there any more than within the confines of the cave. 

An insane thought entered her head. 

She began to consider the possibility of a different reaction from Hux, one that the data she had read days ago hinted at—an amorous response. This triggered a shift in her thinking, opening up a new avenue of potential influence over Hux's state.

Sola contemplated her options, it couldn’t work, it was too stupid. But what other choice did she have? Waiting to die wasn’t her preference. 

Sola's mind raced, weighing the risks and possibilities. Desperation fueled her determination, leaving her with little choice but to act, even if her plan seemed reckless and fraught with uncertainty.

The prospect of the Pax taking hold of him, amplifying his aggression and rendering him a danger to himself and herself, loomed ominously in her mind. She understood that her safety and their chances of survival depended on finding a way to neutralize the threat he unwittingly posed.

Her heart pounded in her chest, she braced herself for the enormous gamble she was about to take—an attempt to influence Hux's state.

Her movements were deliberate, a slow crawl that maintained control and ensured her eye contact remained more general than direct. Hux turned and his tired and distant eyes met hers, momentarily interrupting her advance. He finally seemed to reconnect with reality and notice her close proximity. As she carefully inched closer, her movements measured, every fiber of her being was attuned to Hux's reactions, keenly aware that any sudden or threatening gesture could trigger an uncontrollable outburst.

~~~

The plan. What was the plan? 

Get to the mentoring station. Shut it down. Submit the Resistance distress frequency codes.

It was deceptively simple but that didn’t mean it was easy. He broke it down further in his head; get to the station. How? 

Think you blithering idiot. 

His mind drifted back to the academy once more, in battle everything is broken down into the simplest of steps so that even the simplest fool can obey instructions. His mind sharpened as he drew on his years of military experience switching to a tactical outlook. 

Sitting in the dimly lit cave, Hux's mind raced with a jumble of thoughts, emotions, and pain. 

Focus, Hux. Prioritize.

He clenched his jaw, trying to push through the haze of exhaustion and the adrenaline crash that threatened to overwhelm him. His military training kicked in, allowing him to compartmentalize his thoughts and analyze the situation.

Objective: Reach the monitoring station, and send out a distress signal. 

Hux repeated the words in his mind, the clarity providing a temporary respite from the chaos. He knew that rescuing Sola and himself hinged on reaching that station and alerting the Rebel forces. But there were obstacles to overcome.

First, the wounds.

He was able to at least check one item off the list. 

Second, the route. 

The absence of wildlife or enemy forces was a small relief, but he couldn’t let his guard down. They had to tread carefully, avoiding any pitfalls or treacherous terrain that could impede their progress. Neither of them had their masks anymore. A problem. His mind raced, taking into account his own injuries and Sola's limited mobility.

Third, resources. 

Hux surveyed their surroundings, the pack that had survived their mad dash through the jungle didn’t hold much; the medical kit, the data stick with the frequency codes, the survival tool, vibroblade, a few rations, a torch. What they had left was minimal, laughable really. 

The weight of anger and fear crept into Hux's thoughts, threatening to undermine his focus. 

Don't succumb to emotions. Stay sharp. 

He took a deep breath, the cool air filling his lungs, and exhaled slowly, allowing a momentary calm to wash over him.

Fatigue crashed against him like relentless waves, urging him to succumb to sleep. His eyelids grew heavy, threatening to seal shut. 

Stay awake, Hux. Don't let exhaustion consume you. 

He shook his head, attempting to clear the fog in his mind.

They needed to mobilize as soon as they could and make for the summit. Yes, that was it. Simple as that. He just needed a few minutes…

A subtle sound of movement disrupted his inner struggle, compelling him to reopen his eyes. There, before him, Sola crawled towards him with deliberate slowness and an oddly calm look on her face. She came to settle in his lap, her hands resting on his shoulders then moving up his neck. She carded a hand through his hair and his eyes fluttered at the sensation after everything they had been through in the last twenty-four hours, the gentleness of her touch was a welcome one.

Sola.

Those stormy eyes locked onto him, there was an intensity in her stare that he’d never seen from her before but perhaps it was the culmination of the last few days. Just as he was about to ask what was wrong, her soft, cool fingers brushed against his lip so simplistically that it was hypnotizing. The intimacy of the gesture left tingling trails of fire across his lips that he both loved and hated yet left him craving more. Her voice, softer than usual, resonated in the stillness of the cave, uttering a reassurance. 

“It’s alright.”

Was she talking about how they both survived? Was she talking about what he’d told her in the jungle? He had no idea but the depth of her calmness silenced all thoughts that had been previously consuming his mind. The soft pads of her fingertips danced over his lips, over the hard stubble of his jaw, and delicately down his neck. His heart was beating to the cadence of an imperial march inside his chest as his eyes followed her hand. Gently caressing his wounded shoulder and arm with a silken touch that began to erase all memories of pain.

His mind was still trying to process the unexpected turn of events, not noticing how her lips had drifted closer to his until they were on his. He had expected an equally soft touch but Sola had no such plans, her kiss was firm and left no room for misinterpretation. This was a kiss to convey desire, lust, and a desperate need to touch. 

He had so many questions but the warmth of her lips was causing his mind to short-circuit like a damaged droid. His muscles tensed and twitched as though all impulses couldn’t agree on what to do. 

The lightheaded euphoria that often accompanied a kiss made everything seem so far away as his lips began to move against hers. Sola breathed a sigh of relief at his passivity and how quickly he reciprocated. She was caught off guard at how much she enjoyed the sound of his breathing, the way it hitched in his chest at first then slowly came down like he had finished running a marathon. 

His initial shock had worn off and a combination of instinct and personal preferences rose up making him a more active participant in this intimate moment. He’d ignored sexual desires for a long time and now with Sola’s warm tongue coaxing his mouth open, it was waking things in him he’d pushed down for literal years. But while he enjoyed it, he craved something more leisurely and laid back.

Hux’s desire to savor the moment was met with unexpected resistance. Sola's assertive mouth moved hungrily over his as if she was trying to rile him up and he’d be damned if it wasn’t working. Her hands splayed over his chest, gently stroking his wounds, slipping around him, mindful not to hurt him.

He felt that urge rise up in him, the one from a man who hadn’t known a woman’s touch in a very long time. The one that demanded he tear off her clothes, throw her down and sink his cock deep into her until she cried out his name. It threatened to spill over and consume him. But he didn’t want that, he wanted to savor every taste, every touch, every kiss, and every thrust. 

His attempts to guide their lips into a more sensual rhythm and establish a slower tempo were met each time with resistance, in the form of unexpected urgency from Sola. When he pulled back, she nipped at his lips, sucked on his tongue, and licked his lower lip. When he was gentle, she was aggressive. She pressed herself against him, tugged on the hair at the back of his neck, and shifted in his lap so that there was tantalizing friction between them that drew soft moans from both of them. 

A flicker of unease tugged at the back of his mind.

This isn't like Sola. What's happening?

The cloud of lust constantly threatened to derail him, tempting him to just give in to the moment and ignore what his instincts were trying to tell him. 

Wait. Is this the Pax?

The pieces of the puzzle finally fell into place within his mind, understanding dawning upon him.

The air grew charged with a mix of apprehension, desire, and guilt. He could feel her hands tugging on his unruly, messy locks. Conflicted between his rational understanding of the situation and the overwhelming sensations that were quickly engulfing him. Hux didn’t have many relationships, mostly out of his desire to remain unattached and unburdened by emotion and weakness. But he was still a man and Sola was having an effect on him each time she ground against his lap, his cock ached and strained against his trousers. 

Despite realizing Sola wasn’t in her right state of mind, he struggled to bring himself to stop her. The selfish part of his brain told him to just shut up and be grateful that she wasn’t displaying aggression; to just let her touch him. When he felt her teeth on his lower lip again, he drew in a sharp breath allowing Sola access to his mouth once more, and he groaned as she clenched his hair in between her fingers.

He could easily overpower Sola. He knew the techniques and strategies that would allow him to swiftly separate himself from her and ways to restrain her. With a surge of determination, and using considerable force he wrenched his mouth away from hers and hating himself for it. Hux gathered his strength and tried once more to speak, to reach her, breaking the spell of the moment. He looked into Sola's eyes, searching for a glimmer of recognition, hoping to reach the real Sola hidden beneath the influence of the Pax. 

“Sola, what-?” 

His words died before he had a chance to utter them completely when he felt her scrape her nails against his scalp, and her lips move down his jaw to his neck. 

Again, she cut him off. “Hux, it’s me.” It sounded like she was trying to reassure him. Her words were breathy and full of desire.

He was quickly losing the battle. 

Lust clouded his judgment, she sucked hard on his neck, leaving marks that sent primal desires through all men, quickly wearing away his frayed resolve. The sensation was almost too much for him; he sharply seized her jaw, forcing a hard kiss to her mouth. In the midst of his dying internal struggle, he realized that he was no longer just reciprocating Sola's kiss, he had taken over it. It was no longer just a brushing of lips but a growing fire of lips, tongue, and teeth. 

~~~

As his tongue swept into her mouth with a ravenous hunger, he rationalized that staying with him was the safest course of action in Sola’s condition. If he were to forcibly remove her from him and attempt to reach the station alone, she could be exposed to various dangers. The hand that gripped her jaw, threaded into her hair and pulled hard enough that her head jerked back, exposing her throat to him. Would she wander back into the treacherous depths of the jungle they had narrowly escaped? His arms locked tightly around her digging into her hips, keeping her firmly where he wanted her in his lap. Or would she relentlessly pursue him, driven by the altered state of her mind, bringing injury to both of them? He inhaled deeply and dragged his lips up her neck, tongue darting out to taste her skin.

This is the only logical way to keep her from further harm. 

Coherent thoughts continued to slip further from his grasp, like grains of sand. 

In the midst of his dying internal struggle, he realized that he was no longer just reciprocating Sola's kiss, he had taken over it. It was no longer just a brushing of lips but a growing fire of lips, tongue, and teeth. 

Her insane plan seemed to be working, his aggression had dissipated as he began to respond to her advances. 

His brief spell of hesitancy had disappeared and now sounds she never imagined she could hear from the stoic former general came tumbling past his lips in between each hungry kiss. Sounds that she would keep stored away tightly for a rainy day if she survived this.

It was a relief to see him no longer consumed by anger, but judging by the hard bulge in his trousers Sola realized quickly that she had unwittingly stepped into another precarious situation. 

Those same arms she’d slept in quickly pulled her shirt overhead and tossed it aside. It was then that Sola saw the flaw in her plan: she didn’t plan beyond her initial objective. She also hadn’t considered the consequences of her plan, those being; what if it worked? 

She didn’t know how long the Pax Reavers effects would last or if there would be any adverse reactions. She realized that what she meant to be a quick but exhaustive encounter was actually becoming much more. She’d seen the sedatives from the medical kit, they weren’t so far that she couldn’t reach them, but all thought of grabbing it began to fade, each time she tried to grab for it he redirected her hands somewhere on his body. His chest, his back, his shoulders, up into his hair, showing her exactly where he wanted to be touched and something about that forwardness was arousing. It seemed that although Hux was a quite man in most regards, the bedroom wasn’t included in that.

One of his calloused hands cradled the back of her neck and with a very suspicious finesse from his other hand saw the clasp of her bra undone, then it was gone. Her bare skin against his and just like that, Sola had forgotten about furthering any plans of regaining control of the situation, and she was fine with that. 

All internal conversations about the morality of what they were doing had completely fallen silent. The alarm bells that should have been sounding in both their minds were dormant, clouded by immediate pleasure. 

They became a tangled mess of hands pulling and clawing at one another. No longer burdened by pain with each movement, Hux surged forward pushing Sola onto her back, moving his hungry mouth down her neck, dipping his tongue into her collarbone.

There were still far too many layers between them and he struggled to focus on taking the rest of her clothes off without tearing them. If they survived what came next it would be difficult to explain why, upon rescue, Sola was naked. Unfastening her pants one-handed tested his patience, but he managed to ease it down her hips, while she worked to kick her boots off. 

A deep groan resonated within his chest when he felt the jerking sensation of Sola’s hands working to unclasp his belt brought an amused smirk to his face, he lifted his hips slightly, just enough for her to pull them down over his hips. 

Regrettably, placing more distance between them, Hux rose up to his knees and hurriedly shoved the garment down his legs. He didn’t have to mourn the loss of her touch though: his heart nearly stopped and his head lolled back when he felt her hot tongue dancing across his skin. Accompanied by the blissful sting of her nails raking from his chest down his thighs, and he found himself briefly powerless.

His eyes went dark and only a stream of syllables tumbled from his lips. He struggled to remember how to breathe as the wet heat of her mouth engulfed his cock, lips darkened and wet with saliva. He couldn’t remember the last time he'd had a woman’s lips wrapped around his length, all practical thought had ceased and all he could do was process the immense pleasure she was giving him.

His strangled moan shattered the relative silence of the cave, and his breath came in shallow bursts. The way her tongue swirled around his head, dipping into his slit and the gentle scraping of her teeth against his shaft sent jolts of ecstasy that coursed through his body. 

He shuddered, she was too good at this, it felt too good. He was struggling against the sensations that threatened to overwhelm him, knowing all too well that if he didn’t find a way to calm down, then he was done for. 

“Fuck!”

The harshness of his words tore right through her, but the way his body jerked against her touch only made Sola want him more. Her fingers wrapped around his shaft and firmly stroked him as she hollowed out her cheeks and sucked hard. Hux wasn’t a man to really swear or raise his voice, so to hear him losing control of himself in the throws of passion gave her chills and the sense of power she held over him intoxicated her. 

He couldn’t even manage her name. Each time she swallowed him a little more, his hips rocked forward bringing him closer and closer, his hands were gripping her hair; half pushing her down onto him, half trying to pull her off. The moan that reverberated in the back of her throat when he did this, nearly sent him over the edge. 

As predicted, Sola was sorely outmatched when it came to physical strength against Hux. He used his grip on her hair pulling, removing himself from her mouth, pushing her onto her back again. Frantically pulling the last of his clothes off, the sound of his boots hitting the walls punctuated the silence. He seized her hands, forcing them above her head, and there was nothing Sola could do about it. Several days without shaving had left a five o’clock shadow that was bringing a painfully delicious burn to her lips each time he kissed her. He swallowed every sound she made, his tongue rolling over hers, sucking her bottom lip into his mouth. 

He left her lips swollen and red while he licked a wet trail down her neck, flicking his tongue over her collar. His teeth nipped at her skin as he worked his way down, her breath becoming more shallow and her murmurs more needy. 

A sound that was meant to be his name came out a needy gasp when he wet his lips and wrapped them around her nipple, tongue swirling in a torturous fashion. He’d finally established the slower pace he wanted and there was nothing Sola could do to stop him. Although based on how her hips and back arched against him she wasn’t objecting. He took his time languidly tasting her, working her up into a needy mess before switching to her neglected breast and fresh whimpers began anew. 

Lost in the haze of lust, Hux was vaguely aware of someone calling his name but the words were incoherent and all he could hear was his own heart pounding in his own head. The sound became more desperate, it was only when it was nearly pleading that he managed to pull himself away from her saliva-slicked nipples to realize that she was trembling and panting his name. Her chest heaved against him and she was struggling against his grip, pleading with him to let her go, uttering the word ‘please’ again and again. 

Suddenly unsure of why he’d restrained her in the first place he let her go and his hands began a frantic exploration of her body, one gripping her hip and the other seeking out her other breast to continue his torment. He returned to tease her hard nipple, determined to pull as many sounds from Sola Vex as he possibly could. He could feel her hands in his hair again, nails raking over his scalp and down the back of his neck and it sent chills down his spine. Her heavy breathing and the occasional utterance of his name made for a sound he’d hoped that he would die before he forgot. 

“Fuck Hux!” She finally managed to string together more than two syllables when she felt his knee between her thighs. 

With a nudge of his knee, her legs parted, one wrapping around his waist pulling him closer. His hips rolled and he groaned, being close enough that he could just sink into her and chase his orgasm until he collapsed. The battle of maintaining the discipline necessary to not be such a selfish lover was monstrous but compartmentalization was valuable in any situation. Even when lying naked atop a woman who had clawed at your clothes like they’d personally offended her. 

He brought his fingers up to her mouth and she didn’t hesitate to wrap her lips around them sucking hard, enjoying the look of desire that washed over him. Her tongue licked from his knuckles to his fingertips mimicking how she’d sucked his cock. Withdrawing his fingers from her lips he watched her expression as his hand trailed down her body slipping between her legs and teasing her slit. 

He wore a grin of satisfaction, watching her mouth attempt to form words, his touch barely grazing her so close to where she wanted it. He didn’t make her suffer long, he wasn’t cruel, her eyes fluttered closed and she positively whimpered at the feel of his finger penetrating her. He shuddered. Tight. Hot. Wet. Perfect.  

For him. 

All of it was for him. The sound of Sola’s breathing mixed with gentle moans was all the encouragement he needed before he added another finger, continuing to stroke her. Her legs trembled slightly and hips back canted into his hand. 

This snapped him out of his reverie long enough for a firm jerk of his hair to pull him closer to her mouth, her tongue parted the seam of his lips with no resistance aside from a groan. 

The last tenants of guilt made a final stand for Hux’s conscience. 

“Tell me, tell me you want this.” His words were far more composed than hers and it just wasn’t fair, his heart rate was wild and he sounded like he was on the brink of madness.

This wasn’t real consent, this wasn’t what she really wanted but he was too far gone to be able to stop. His desire to hear her say it only served to alleviate his guilty conscience. 

Every inch of him ached yet he refused to move until he heard the words, his muscles ached for pleasure and his cock wept, unbearably hard. 

First, he heard a frustrated groan, and she threw her head back in exasperation. His breath on her lips was heavy and needy, she was shaking. 

She took his hand and wrapped her lips around his fingers one at a time, sucking hard, and felt him tremble against her as his body locked up. “Want you.” 

She continued to mumble back her desire for him in broken words but Hux had already heard what he needed to hear. And he offered no further words or suggestions, gripping his cock and jerking slowly for a moment catching his breath. She pulled him down for a kiss, her hips ground against his and her hands gripped his arms. Hux groaned and aligned himself with her entrance, he waited a perfectly painful moment before pushing forward. 

Worth it. 

His body pulsed and he couldn’t contain the sound he made at feeling her crush him. He shuddered at the intensity, she wrapped her legs around him and her back arched against him trying to pull him closer. Her chest heaved and her nails dug into his back. 

Hux his body shook. Years. It had been years. Every muscle was firing erratically, triggering spasms and waves of pleasure. 

“Fuck- Fuck-!” He grunted against her lips while he tried to manage his breathing. He kissed her hard enough to bruise her lips and licked his way inside her mouth far outpacing her own assertiveness from earlier. 

The realization was that this wouldn’t last long hit him and he hated himself for it, he’d wanted to make it last. He told himself he’d make it up to her later, he promised himself, if she let him, he’d have her thrashing in bed while he pulled orgasm after orgasm from her till she begged him to stop. 

She whimpered his name against his lips, almost pleadingly. He braced himself on his forearms and finally started to move, thrusts starting slow and deep. Sola released a half sob, a half gasp in relief and she clutched into him. 

“Faster, harder.” She grunted against his mouth again, it came out like a plea. “Hux,” the way she said his name there was no argument. 

He complied, increasing his pace, hips snapping forward each time giving him more of those sounds he never wanted to forget. But it wasn’t enough for Sola, she wanted more and he was holding back. In a motion that surprised both of them, she forced enough leverage and rolled the two of them so that Hux was now on his back. 

She sunk down on him hard, watching his eyes roll into the back of his head and his jaw-dropping, a visual she’d enjoy for years to come. 

“Fucking hell Sola!” He hissed, finally letting go of some of his control. 

Each time she rocked her hips against him saw new tremors race through him as he saw stars. When he started to gain his bearings, she rose up on her knees and then slammed down hard on him. His moan tore through the cave and he was lost again, only able to manage a string of curses. Each time he felt he had the strength to rise up and switch their positions she’d slam down on him and take his breath away, in a torturous cycle. It was fucking perfect. 

He didn’t have much longer, it felt too good, too hot, too tight, too perfect. Fuck, it had been too long. All he had to do was lie back and let the sensations overtake him. Let her use him. 

Sola couldn’t fight the smirk that tugged at her lips, kirff; he looked good like this. Hair a proper mess, chest heaving and glistening with sweat, delirious with pleasure, naked underneath her. Their new position gave a depth to his lazy upward thrusts that hit differently. Deeper. It was just enough of a distraction for Hux to make one final power play. 

With adrenaline coursing through him and a desire to see her fall apart before he did, he snaked his arm around her waist and threw her off of him, and in a surprising display of strength he growled the word “Up.” He roughly pulled Sola to her shaky feet and hoisted her up into his arms “Wrap your legs around me.” She immediately followed the command unprepared for how much she enjoyed that tone in his voice then cried out when he slammed back into her as her back hit the wall of the cave. The rocks scratched but it was less than a tickle compared to the dizzying pleasurable intensity with which Hux was now fucking her. 

He buried his face into her neck and licked at the salt on her skin, he didn’t hold back now he slammed hard and deep into her with her against the wall while she desperately clung to him. She cried out with each hard thrust hitting her clit and she bucked back against him to prolong the sensation. Impossibly tight grew tighter, strangling his cock, the waves of an orgasm began lapping at him, and with how her legs tightened around him and her cries became more frantic, her nails raked his back she wasn’t far off. 

When the waves finally crashed against him, he grunted against her mouth wanting to feel her lips and tongue on his. He drank in all her cries and bucked hard as her own orgasm wracked her body and she sobbed into his mouth. 

The eruption of pleasure coursed through his body, rippling through his aching muscles. He shook almost violently as he pumped every last drop into her not caring for consequences, not caring for how she might hate him later. For now, he’d had her, made her scream and cry out with a need for him, made her cum, and he felt fucking good. His lips slowed against hers as the sensations began to fade and tiredness replaced lust. He couldn’t imagine being in a state of mind where this was all he felt, that wasn’t to say he didn’t want her again, he did. But he was sure it was all Sola could feel and he didn’t have long until she was presumably crawling back on top of him. 

Gently as he could, he set her down on her feet, nearly collapsing, relying only on the resistance of his feet against the rough floor to keep them from crumping to the ground. They sunk down to their knees, unable to support themselves any longer. He disentangled himself from her, reluctantly pulling himself from her warmth and almost passing out from the excessive pleasure and overstimulation. Sola wore a look that painted her in a similar light to that of a sated cat, he smirked knowing he’d done that to her. Sure enough, Sola was pushing herself up toward him. 

It did wonders for his ego even if he knew it wasn’t genuine desire. He couldn’t possibly take her again so soon, as much as he wanted to, he’d need a few minutes at best. Instead, he eased her onto her back again, gentler than last time, kissing her much softer but still deep enough that she didn’t fight him for control.

He cradled her neck with each kiss, and his other hand slipped down her body and settled between her legs, again her hips bucked when his calloused fingers brushed against her lips still hot and dripping with his cum. He applied devilish pressure against her clit with his thumb while tasting her mouth again and drinking in the sounds she made for him. He hesitated, what kind of a bastard would he be if he denied her what he was building up to, especially after how he’d just taken her? Hard and rough, granted she didn’t complain. 

He sucked hard on her neck listening to the noises she made, continuing those small right circles. Her breathing became more labored once more and moans poured from her lips. Just a bit more and she’d fall apart again for him. 

“Another, give me another.” 

Every gentle stroke of his thumb made her want to cry, her whole body tightened as he pushed her closer and closer, and every twitch of her hips against his hand served as a reminder that it wouldn’t take much to push her just a little further. Hux’s talent and insight were something to marvel at, when her second orgasm hit her, harder than the first, his fingers were barely brushing her sensitive clit. Her back arched and her toes curled, she cursed and moaned his name over and over while she clutched onto him for dear life. As soon as the pleasure began to subside something else replaced it, a sharp sting in her neck, then warmth, and a sleepiness she didn’t expect. Her eyes grew heavier and the world grew softer and she couldn’t fight it. Her eyes fluttered closed barely registering something that looked like the sedative and she slumped into unconsciousness once more. 

Chest heaving with labored breath, Hux flopped over onto his back eager to catch his breath for the first time all day. He really wanted a cigarette. 

~~~

The haze of sedation clung tightly to Sola, her senses met with a blur of light and movement. She was lying in a reclined position on a stretcher, surrounded by the sterile walls of a medical shuttle. The soft hum of machinery filled the air, accompanied by the distant murmurs of hushed conversations.

Her eyelids were heavy, she struggled to focus, her mind grasping at fragments of memories from the recent events. The flickering images of the cave, the rain-soaked jungle, and the intense intimacy with Hux danced at the edge of her consciousness, like elusive dreams slipping away.

As Sola tried to piece together her surroundings, the voices of the shuttle crew reached her ears, muffled and distant. Their words are garbled, swirling in her foggy mind. She caught snippets of conversation, fragments of concern.

"...severe injuries to his arm, shoulder, and leg..."

"...showing signs of heat exhaustion and dehydration..."

"...they've been missing for almost a week..."

The crew's words faded in and out, blending with the gentle hum of the shuttle's engines. Sola's brow furrowed as she attempted to make sense of the fragments, her memory still clouded. It was as if her mind was swimming through a thick fog, struggling to find clarity.

A particular mention caught her attention, a sentence that cut through the haze like a ray of light. 

"...He's condition is worse than her. He'll need time in a bacta tank to fully recover."

The words lingered in Sola's mind, mingling with the flickers of memories. Her gaze shifted towards Hux, who lay unconscious nearby, his injuries evident even in his unresponsive state. She tried to summon her voice, to call out to him, to reassure herself of his presence, but her words came out as slurred whispers lost in the expanse of the shuttle's medical bay.

"...need to keep her sedated until we reach the medical facility..."

Before she could fully process the implications of their condition, she felt a gentle prick in her neck again. A wave of drowsiness washed over her as the sedative took effect once more, wrapping her in a comforting veil of unconsciousness. 

As Sola's consciousness began to slip once again, she clung to the remnants of the conversation she overheard. There was a subtle undercurrent of surprise in the crew's voices, begrudging respect for Hux's act of saving her despite his own injuries. With a heavy sigh, Sola succumbed to the pull of unconsciousness once more. The world around her faded to black, leaving her thoughts suspended in the shadows of her mind.

~~~

Sola's eyes fluttered open, greeted by the sterile surroundings of the medical bay. She felt groggy and disoriented. She remembered glimpses of her and Hux's arrival and the sight of him submerged in a bacta tank, still unconscious. 

A medical droid approached her bedside, its metallic voice cutting through the silence. 

"How are you feeling, Sola?" it inquired, its tone devoid of emotion.

Sola rubbed her temples, feeling the weight of confusion pressing upon her. "I... I can't remember anything. What happened?" her voice filled with frustration and apprehension.

The droid responded calmly, "The sedatives you received can cause temporary memory loss. Your recollection should improve with time. You've been unconscious for two days while we assessed your medical condition and treated your injuries."

She tensed up, panic flickering in her eyes. "Hux. What about Hux? Where is he?" Sola attempted to sit up, but her weakened state betrayed her, leaving her vulnerable on the medical table.

Medical personnel rushed over to assist her, gently easing her back into a more comfortable position. The droid stepped in to address her concerns. "Armitage Hux is alive. His injuries were severe, requiring an extended stay in the bacta tank. He suffered lacerated muscles, hairline fractures, and significant blood loss. But he is stable now, and we expect him to regain consciousness soon."

Relief washed over Sola mingled with lingering worry for Hux's well-being. 

Sola's weariness intensified as the weight of the past days bore down upon her. With a lingering sense of unease and longing, she raised her hand to her temple, her tired eyes meeting the gaze of the medical droid. "I feel... like I drank too much," she admitted.

"That is a side effect often associated with heat exhaustion and dehydration, both of which you and Hux suffered. That sensation will pass soon. In the meantime, I have brought you a change of clothes. You can get dressed now," 

Sola took the neatly folded clothes and slowly began to dress, her movements somewhat sluggish. As she finished slipping her boots on, the door slid open, and her eyes widened at the sight of Hux entering the room. He appeared exhausted, his hair still damp from the bacta treatment. Clad in white medical scrubs pants and an open-fronted robe, his expression filled with visible relief upon seeing her in the form of a nod

Hux followed the guidance of the second medical droid, allowing himself to be led to a nearby table. Sola's attention drifted between their conversation and Hux's presence, her mind still grappling with the haze of her own recovery.

The second droid addressed Hux, and asked about his pain levels and if he was able to move without discomfort. Hux nods and replies in a tired voice, "It’s manageable, now. I can move without significant discomfort." 

The droid proceeded to examine his arm and chest, observing the light scarring and informing Hux that the scars might fade over time but there would likely be some permanent discoloration. It confirmed that his fractures had been fully healed, the muscle tissue repaired, and that he received necessary blood transfusions. 

Meanwhile, the droid attending to Sola approached her, emphasizing the importance of caution in her recovery. 

"Due to the multiple sedatives you were given, it is crucial for you to avoid any strenuous physical activity for now. They can have interactions that require careful monitoring," Its synthetic voice loosely mimicked a tone of concern.

Sola nodded absentmindedly, absorbing the information. As the conversation between the medical droids continued, Sola's attention drifted back to her surroundings. 

Sola's brow furrowed as she fully processed the droid's explanation. "Sedatives?" she repeated, her voice filled with confusion. "I only remember the shuttle."

The droid responded with a calm and matter-of-fact tone, "Indeed, you were given a sedative by the medical team upon realizing you were conscious again. However, Hux also administered a sedative to you."

Sola's eyes widened, her confusion gave way to a mix of exasperation and slight outrage. "You drugged me?" her voice tinged with disbelief.

Hux avoided meeting her gaze, his eyes shifting uncomfortably. He cringed slightly as if anticipating trouble. "I sedated you," he corrected her, his voice barely above a murmur.

The droid stepped in to offer clarification, sensing the tension in the room. "Hux informed the medical team about your injuries and expressed concerns about potential further harm. As a precautionary measure, he administered a sedative to ensure your safety."

Sola's mind raced, connecting the dots between Hux's actions and their intimate encounter in the cave. Suddenly, a vivid memory of their passionate moment flashed before her eyes. Her mouth dropped open slightly in realization, but she quickly snapped it shut, choosing not to voice her thoughts.

A brief silence settled over the room, filled with unspoken questions and a hint of tension. The medical droids, sensing the need to shift the focus, engage in their own conversation, discussing the progress of Sola and Hux's recovery. 

The droid first addressed Hux. “Your fractures have successfully healed, and the muscle damage has been fully repaired. The blood transfusions were effective in restoring your health, and you should not be experiencing any pain. However, it's important to avoid engaging in heavy physical activities for a while to ensure a smooth recovery.”

“Understood.” The droid now turned to Sola. 

“Sola, your recovery has also been successful. The sedatives administered during your treatment may cause temporary memory lapses, but your memory should return to normal soon.” Sola nodded as well. “Furthermore, the medical scans indicated recent sexual activity, but all the results show a healthy status. Also, the pregnancy test came back negative, so you are not pregnant. Lastly, your implant has been replaced, and it should function properly for another seven years.”

“Thank you,” Sola replied rather stiffly. 

“Both of you are cleared to leave the medical bay but do keep in mind the precautions mentioned earlier. Do you have any parting questions before you are released?”

Hux spoke up. "Are there any lasting effects from the biological stimulants we need to be aware of?."

The droid seemed momentarily confused by the question and asked Hux to clarify. "I am not sure of your meaning.”

Hux's gaze met the droids, his voice carrying a tinge of concern and hesitancy. "Are there any potential long-term effects on our physical or mental well-being caused by exposure to the Pax Reaver?"

The droid processed the inquiry for a moment, its metallic form calculating data. After a brief pause, it delivered its response. "According to our analysis, neither of you show any signs of exposure to the Pax Reaver. There are no indications of lasting effects related to that particular substance."

As the droid left the room, a profound silence settled between Hux and Sola. They sat in contemplation, their eyes occasionally meeting before quickly diverting away. Sola, feeling a mix of emotions, including embarrassment, avoided Hux's gaze.

Suddenly, a soft chuckle escaped Hux's lips, a sound that grew in intensity until he was fully overcome by rolling laughter. His unrestrained amusement filled the room, a release of tension brought on by the sheer absurdity of the situation. Sola remained silent, still trying to process the information that neither of them had been under the effects of the Pax Reaver, and that their encounter in the cave had been consensual. Just sex.

Neither of them uttered a word to the other, Sola got to her feet and quickly walked out of the medical bay at a brisk pace albeit a bit unsteady. Hux followed a moment later, delayed slightly by his inability to stop laughing. He called out for her to wait and urged her to talk to him. 

“Sola, wait!” 

~~~

Finally, within the confines of their quarters, Hux caught up with Sola, suddenly feeling quite a bit better. He leaned against the doorway, watching her pace with restless energy. Amusement danced in his eyes as he observed, her usual cool and detached demeanor now replaced with agitation and what he interpreted as downright embarrassment. 

Hux couldn't contain his laughter any longer and chuckled softly. "You know, Sola, I've never seen you so rattled before. It's quite amusing," he remarked, his tone laced with hilarity.

She snapped back, her tone laced with frustration, 

“What exactly is so damn funny?” 

Hux stood with his arms folded across his chest, still finding the situation beyond entertaining. “All of it. The sheer absurdity of it.” Sola’s state was hard and unyielding. “Oh, come on, Sola. You have to admit it's hilarious.”

“I fail to see the humor in almost dying multiple times.” Her tone was sharp but he just couldn’t help it.

He couldn’t help but chuckle, not bothering to hide his mirth, and responded, "Oh, it's hilarious. But trust me, it's not half as amusing as your adorable embarrassment.” Sola's face flushed, and she instinctively hid behind her hair, insisting that she wasn't embarrassed. Hux's laughter continued, his eyes twinkling mischievously. "Sola," he said, teasingly. "You're blushing like a starlit sky."

Sola simply shook her head as though her understanding of everything that had happened simply didn’t make sense. But it really was that simple. Hux had somehow come to the conclusion that she was under the influence of the Pax. She thought he was under the same influence. But neither of them were. Nothing morally gray had happened, and neither of them was in any danger from the other. 

Something still felt like it was missing though. Why would he think she was affected? She wasn’t the idiot who took her mask off in the middle of the jungle. 

Unable to contain her restless energy, Sola continued to pace, her movements becoming a source of frustration for Hux. Unable to bear it any longer, he reached out and physically stopped her from pacing, gently but firmly holding her by the shoulders. "Enough, Sola," he insisted, his voice filled with playfulness and exasperation. "You're going to wear a hole in the floor at this rate. Just stand still for a moment and talk to me." He tilted his head slightly and asked, "What are you so upset about?" 

Sola's expression turned indignant as she stuttered slightly “I’m not upset.” She insisted, throwing her hands up, thus throwing his grip off.

Hux raised an eyebrow, his tone dripping with sarcasm, "Oh, no, of course not. You're clearly just giddy with laughter." 

“I’m confused.” She explained. “Why would you think that Pax had affected me?”

Hux straightened up, placing his hands on his hips and giving her an incredulous look. "Are you serious?" he asked, his voice tinged with disbelief. "You really don't understand why I thought you were affected by the Pax?

“No, I really don’t.” Her frustration was evident so Hux suppressed his smirk. 

Hux closed the distance between them, his face a mix of confusion and realization. "Sola, you crawled across a cave floor, looking at me like you wanted to eat me," he explained, his tone very matter-of-fact. “You sat in my lap and shoved your tongue down my throat.”

Sola's eyes widened as she processed how her actions must have appeared. She opened her mouth to respond but then hesitated, realizing that Hux might not fully understand her perspective. In that sense, yeah she could understand it and it might have even been funny. But the reality of it was a bit more… complicated.

"Hux, I woke up to your scream. You were in pain, and I thought you were heading towards an aggressive response. I was trying to sway you away from potential violence until I could sedate you and get help," she explained, her voice carrying a hint of urgency.

A wave of understanding washed over Hux's face as he finally grasped Sola's intentions. He nodded slowly, his expression shifting from amusement to a more serious demeanor. "I see," he murmured, his voice tinged with empathy. "That does make more sense." He paused and added trying to keep things light, “So it wasn’t my charm that had you swooning?”

Sola couldn't help but let out a small chuckle, the tension in the room easing slightly. "Well, I suppose I should have come up with a better plan than... that," she replied, her voice holding a touch of self-deprecating humor. "But in the heat of the moment, it seemed like the only option."

Hux's lips curled into a small smile, appreciating Sola's ability to find humor in the situation. "So you tried to distract me from anger... with sex?" he quipped, a hint of playfulness in his voice.

Sola raised an eyebrow, “It seemed to work, didn't it?" she replied, her tone lightening up. 

The tension between them eased further as they both recognized the misunderstanding and found common ground. They shared a moment of shared amusement, the gravity of the situation momentarily set aside.

Hux and Sola's perspectives had swapped. Hux had initially found amusement in the absurdity of the situation, while Sola had been serious and focused on their safety. Now, Hux adopted a more serious tone, understanding the gravity of Sola's actions, while Sola found humor in the unexpected turn of events.

Sola scoffed, her frustration still evident as she turned away from Hux, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. "There's something we haven't addressed," she said, her voice slightly strained.

Hux furrowed his brow, concerned by the tension in her voice. "What is it?" he asked, stepping closer to her.

Sola turned to face him, her gaze steady but guarded. "You said some things back there before it all went to hell," she stated, her tone laced with a mix of curiosity and apprehension.

Hux's expression softened as he remembered the confession he had made in the jungle. "I meant every word," he admitted, his voice gentle. "I know it was an ill-timed revelation, and I put us in danger with my actions." He looked at the ground, “I just needed you to know what happened.”

Sola's eyes widened slightly, surprised by his sincerity. She had expected defensiveness or justification, but Hux's genuine remorse caught her off guard. She hesitated for a moment before continuing. "You never did tell me what happened back there," 

The room fell into a brief silence, the weight of their unspoken words hanging in the air. Hux met Sola's gaze, a mix of regret and determination in his eyes, as he prepared to reveal the truth behind his sudden change in behavior.

Hux took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts before he began to explain the reasoning behind his sudden change in behavior. "Sola, that morning, I discovered my mask had sustained damage to one of the seals," he started, his voice tinged with a mixture of regret and vulnerability.

Sola's eyes widened in surprise, her mouth slightly agape as she absorbed his words. She had expected an explanation, but the revelation of the cracked o-ring caught her completely off guard. She remained silent, allowing Hux to continue.

Hux continued, his voice steady but filled with remorse. "I discovered the cracked o-ring just before we left, and panic took over. I couldn't be certain if the mask was compromised, and I didn't want to place you in danger unnecessarily, but we couldn’t split up. It seemed like the best course of action was to carry on with the mission and not burden you with my fears until there was a clear reason to do so."

Sola listened attentively, her eyes locked on Hux as he shared the truth behind his actions. A mix of emotions flickered across her face—surprise, understanding, and a hint of hurt. She had no idea that he had been carrying such a burden, and the weight of his words left her momentarily speechless.

Hux's gaze remained fixed on Sola, his expression a mixture of regret and sincerity. He continued, "I wanted to keep you at arm's length to ensure your safety, or at least give you time to react if things went… badly. It wasn't easy for me, but I felt that splitting up wasn't an option, and I couldn't risk jeopardizing our mission or your well-being."

As Hux finished explaining, Sola struggled to find words to respond, her mind still processing the revelation. The depth of Hux's concern and his willingness to prioritize her safety left her both moved and conflicted.

As the seconds stretched on in silence, Hux interpreted Sola's initial reaction as a surprise, his brow furrowing with a mix of confusion and concern. However, the shift in her expression was unmistakable. Her narrowed eyes and clenched fists betrayed her growing anger, and she approached him slowly, her steps deliberate and filled with pent-up frustration.

"You pushed me away like that for my benefit?" Sola's voice was laced with anger, her tone biting and accusatory. Hux could only nod in confirmation, realizing the gravity of his actions and how foolish they seemed in hindsight.

But before he could fully comprehend the weight of his mistake, Sola reared back and delivered a powerful punch to his jaw. The impact sent a shockwave of pain through Hux's face, causing him to stagger backward, his hand instinctively reaching to grip his throbbing jaw.

"What the hell is this?" Hux's outrage mixed with a hint of confusion as he tried to make sense of Sola's furious assault. The pain in his jaw was secondary to the sudden surge of emotions welling up within him.

Sola's anger radiated from her as she continued to strike at him, her punches landing on his shoulder, arm, and stomach. Though the blows were weaker with each subsequent hit, they still carried the force of her frustration. Each strike seemed to drive her point home, fueling her rage.

"You're an idiot!" Sola's voice quivered with a mix of anger and hurt, her words laced with a raw vulnerability. "You made me think you were going to cut me loose and save your own skin! You made me think, even for a second, that you weren't the man I know you are! You made me doubt everything I felt about you and every good thing you've ever done!"

Her voice cracked with a hint of anguish, and Hux could sense the deeper pain beneath her anger. Sola's words echoed in his mind, and he understood the gravity of his actions. The realization washed over him, washing away his own indignation and leaving behind a profound sense of remorse.

"You made me sleep alone!" Sola's voice wavered, she seemed particularly upset about that one. her anger momentarily giving way to a raw vulnerability. The weight of that statement hung in the air, emphasizing the depth of her hurt.

Driven by a mixture of regret and concern, Hux moved swiftly, gently grabbing hold of Sola's wrists to stop her assault. His grip was firm as he guided her movements to a halt. With her back against the wall, he pulled her closer, enveloping her in a protective embrace, his own anger dissipating in the face of her pain.

Hux maintained his tight grip on Sola, preventing her from continuing her assault, but she persisted in her attempts to wrench free, her anger still evident in her struggle. Frustrated, he finally implored her to stop, his voice tinged with a mix of exhaustion and understanding.

"Sola, you've made your point," Hux said firmly, his grip firm yet non-threatening. "Will you stop hitting me?"

Sola snapped back with a biting retort, reminding him of his own words. "I seem to remember something about you telling me to hit you until my arms got weak." Her tone dripped with a hint of resentment, and Hux's regret deepened at his ill-conceived choice of words.

He sighed inwardly, realizing that allowing her to continue her assault, within limits, might be a necessary act of catharsis for her. "Fine," he relented, his voice laced with a mix of resignation and remorse. "If it makes you feel better, keep hitting me. Although I must say, you need to work on your form."

Sola's struggle against him gradually ceased, her anger momentarily subsiding. Hux observed her closely, taking in the redness and slight glassiness in her eyes.

Her words took Hux by surprise, resonating with an unexpected depth. "The next time you watch my back, tell me so that I can watch yours." Her voice quivered with anger and a newfound understanding. It was a sentiment he had not anticipated, a glimpse of reciprocity in the midst of their conflict.

Hux's eyes widened in astonishment, his expression softening. He hadn't expected her to comprehend his intentions, however flawed they may have been, nor did he anticipate her willingness to reciprocate the sentiment. 

Sola turned away sharply from Hux, her hand running through her hair in a display of frustration. Her anger was palpable, but underneath it, Hux could sense the hurt that lingered. She muttered under her breath, unable to hide her disappointment. "I can't believe you didn't trust me enough to tell me..."

Hux nodded, his expression filled with remorse. "You're right," he admitted, his voice tinged with self-reproach. "I should have trusted you enough to confide in you. I was- am- an idiot."

He reached out to her, hoping to bridge the growing distance between them, but she jerked away, her pride not yet ready to let go of the anger. Hux understood her reluctance to forgive him so easily and decided on a more direct approach. He firmly pulled her back into his arms, meeting her resistance for a moment before she gradually slowed her struggle. It was then that he offered her a genuine apology, his voice full of sincerity.

"I'm sorry, Sola," he said softly, his gaze focused on her. "I never wanted to hurt you. I should have trusted you and let you in, even if the timing was less than ideal."

Sola remained quiet, the tension slowly dissipating from her body as Hux held her. He broke the silence with a question, gently probing for her thoughts. "Do you still want to punch me?" he asked, half expecting a renewed outburst.

To his surprise, Sola shook her head. "No," she responded, her voice softened.

Hux continued his inquiries, needing reassurance. "Do you hate me?"

Again, Sola's answer was a resolute "No."

Hux took a deep breath, his eyes searching hers. "Do you wish I hadn't said anything? About all of it?"

Sola pulled back slightly, her gaze downcast. "You could have picked a better time," she admitted, her voice tinged with frustration.

Hux countered gently, his tone filled with apathy. "You didn't exactly give me much of a choice," he pointed out.

Sola's gaze flickered up to meet him, acknowledging his point. She realized that her own impulsive reactions had played a role in the chaotic events that unfolded. There was a glimmer of understanding between them, a shared recognition of their mutual culpability.

As Sola's arms found their way around Hux, a sense of relief washed over him. He welcomed her tentative embrace, feeling a renewed connection between them. He exhaled softly. 

"What in the hell is wrong with us?" she asked, her voice laden with confusion.

Hux chuckled and shrugged playfully. "I think all couples have their little problems," he responded, his tone lightening the mood. He sensed Sola's exhale of breath, a weak laugh escaping her lips. He called them a couple.

“What happened between us wasn't what I had in mind for our first time," he confessed, a hint of longing in his voice, "but I don't regret it."

Sola pulled back slightly, looking at him incredulously. "You thought there was going to be a first time?" 

Hux shrugged, a playful glint in his eyes. "I was working up to something," he explained, "and I did mention that I preferred a slower, more romantic pace."

"You move too slowly." 

Hux raised an eyebrow, accepting her challenge. "Well, slower can be quite a bit more enjoyable," he countered, his voice laced with suggestion. "I’m more than willing to show you what I had in mind.”

Sola's anger and hurt continued to dissipate, replaced by the familiar spark of the Sola that Hux knew so well. He was doing it again, being ruggedly charming and that voice of his made her forget how angry she was.

“Did you strand us there just to set a romantic mood to get laid?" she asked her tone both teasing and challenging.

Hux vehemently shook his head, his expression earnest and adamant. "No, absolutely not," he insisted, his voice carrying a hint of indignation. "If I were ever going to do something that stupid, I would have stranded us someplace far colder, so that you would need my body heat to stay warm."

They drifted a little closer as Hux delivered his response, the hint of a playful smile tugging at his lips..

"That's a cliché,"

Hux chuckled softly, his gaze fixed on her. "Clichés are clichés for a reason,"

He hesitated for a moment, then leaned down to kiss her and was pleasantly surprised when she didn’t slap, kick, punch, or push him away. It wasn’t like the kiss they shared on the island. It was slow, sensual, and dizzying in its intensity, she could smell him and taste him, feel the warmth of his arms and the subtle rise nad fall of his chest, and hear his breathing. When Hux pulled away, he left a space for Sola to voice her objections or desires. His amusement flickered in his eyes as he observed her slightly breathless state. "Still think I move too slowly?" he asked, a smirk playing on his lips.

"I didn't think you were such a tease,"

Hux leaned in for another kiss, the intensity between them building with each passing moment. As he pulled away once again, a confident smirk graced his features. "You have no idea what you're in for," he informed her, his voice low and husky.

Sola's lips curved into a mischievous smile against Hux's mouth. Her head felt light, her senses overwhelmed by the connection they shared. When they finally broke apart, she playfully remarked, "You're lucky you're so damn good-looking. It's the only thing stopping me from rightfully kicking your ass for that stunt you pulled in the jungle."

Hux chuckled, his gaze locked with hers as he backed her gently toward the bed. His hands found their way to her waist, a touch both possessive and tender. "I look forward to the challenge," he replied, his voice thick with desire. "But until then, I'll just have to distract you."

Eh, no the smuttiest thing I’ve ever written but it was still fun. Maybe someday I’ll write a legit sex pollen story. Whatever another WIP bites the dust and now onto the next one!

[gukptune]

— CAUGHT IN A WEB (m.) art by: gukptune’s pyjamas

Pairing: jungkook x reader Genre: spider-kook, spider-man!jungkook, marvel!au, fluff, smut  Warnings: explicit language, mild depictions of violence, crime, flirting, insinuated sex, touchy touchy, making out, etc. more smut in later parts!

— Summary: New York’s resident web-slinger finds himself wrapped in his own webs by the hands of a cunning black cat.

Words: 5.8k Note: Thank you to my loveliest beta for this series! @nomimits7​

Neon lights, brick walls and shit stinking sewers. He sat atop a vacant roof looking over the streets of Chinatown. No one seemed to sleep around here, not even the sewer rats. The spandex dawned superhero munched on his fresh hot pizza, taking a break from his usual scouting.

The brown eyed man nearly chokes on his pepperoni slice seeing a shady man trailing a young woman into an alley. Typical mobbing, but it could lead to something worse.

Pulling down his web patterned mask, cover his chin, he tosses the now empty pizza box down the street. Shooting it with his web, directing the box right into a trash bin.

He runs across the roofs right atop the alleyway. Dropping himself quietly onto the fire escape stairs, waiting for the right moment.

The shady man marches his way into the alley, stopping in his tracks when he realises, he wasn’t alone. He frantically looks around for the woman he was following. The web-slinger watches as the woman seemingly pops out of nowhere, kicking the man down with one blow. His head making a bone-breaking noise as it connects with the red brick wall. He immediately collapsed into a lifeless pile of bone and meat.

The woman takes a deep breath, sighing loudly. Immediately she began digging into his pockets. 

The spider looks on with confusion, was she the one robbing him?

Shit, he jumps off the rails with the tiniest of sound. Landing on his feet against the wet alley, he sees the woman still crouched over the man. With his spidey-senses he could hear the tapping of her fingernails against the glass screen echoing.

He rolls his head and shoulders, puffing his chest out. He asks carefully, “Need some help?”

The woman suddenly turns towards him. Looking him up and down, causing him to feel small. Your eyes burning a hole in him before you shake your head, seemingly unfazed by the overgrown Apider, “Nope, not really.”

He looks on at you, again confused. Did you not know who he was, maybe you were a tourist?

He approach you with caution, still unsure of your position in this situation. He glance over your shoulder to a blinking screen rolling with green codes. The unconscious man’s phone attached to your laptop with a cable of sorts.

You were hacking his phone.

“Would you mind telling me what you’re doing?” He asks, trying his best to seem authoritative and failing miserably it seems.

You don’t seem to care, not bothering to look back at him, “I mind, get going Spider-Man.”

You did know who he was, yet you weren’t cooperating. He knew he had haters, J. Jonah Jameson being a huge collaborator in that ring. Yet, he at least hoped he had some sense of justice allowing any good citizen to work with him.

Indeed, your lack of cooperation made you seem in the wrong.

“Were you in trouble?”

You sigh, “No.”

He furrows his brow behind the mask, side stepping around you. Finally facing your front on he takes a good look at you, maybe he could at least be able to recognise you, if you indeed were a criminal later in his database.

Long brown-haired woman, seemingly in your early twenties or even late teens. You whipped your eyes towards him once during this conversation, your eyes glowing light blue. You cocked your head, as if you were challenging him.

He was growing impatient at this point, “Just tell me, did you steal his phone. You’re hacking it, now aren’t you?”

You click her tongue, “It’s not stealing if it was already mine. The data, not the phone that is.” You stated matter of factly.

You sounded like you were speaking in code, like you didn’t want to say what you were actually doing.

“It’s still stealing.”

You tap away a couple more times before pushing the screen of your laptop down, “Oh shut up, so Spider-Man leaving his webs all over New York isn’t vandalism? You do realise that your shit only comes off with special, web cleaners right...those big skyscrapers you love swinging from, takes them months to get your spider-crap off.”

He was offended, spider-crap, they were not spider-crap they were so much more than that. He couldn’t express that though, that he was offended, hurt even. That a simple girl got the better of Spider-Man, maybe you got the better of him but not Spider-Man. 

You only stared at him, watching him have an inner conflict. His camera lens like eyes squinting around. You rolled your eyes, completely done with this situation. Trying to leave quietly it seemed that his spidey-sense were rather, good.

“Woah! No, I need to know what you’re doing,” He stops you in your tracks. Trying to swipe at the phone in your his right hand. You pull away with a frown.

Stepping away from the Spider, “Now that’s stealing, Spider-Man is stealing? Such irony.”

He seemed really annoyed now, crossing his arms. Those athletic biceps flexing through his spandex. 

You quickly toss the phone against the wall beside the now, snoring man. The glass shattering before it drops on the ground beside the man. Spider-Man looks over at the phone, now completely busted.

You take this moment to bolt.

“Hey! Stop! You can’t just run away!”

You can hear his footsteps chasing you before it completely stops, hearing only whooshes and squirts. Well, he was going to catch up really quick, but you had a backup plan of course.

After a few moments of the chase you had sight of exactly what you wanted, the dark metallic vehicle ahead with tinted windows. You stopped in your tracks right in front of it. 

Hearing the Spider drop right behind you, his hand nearing your shoulder. You took this chance to play with his sense of justice—jumping behind him. 

Pushing against his shoulder blades, peeking over his broad shoulders. 

“What are you—”

“Ah, here you are. Give me the drive, Y/n.”

Spider-Man seemed to understand your actions now. Looking right at the thugs ahead. You hid behind him, like the poor helpless girl you were pretending to be. His hand coming right to your side, pushing you further behind him.

You swallowed, slightly nervous. Feeling his webbed gloved hand holding onto your arm, keeping you behind him lessened it.

“Who are you?” Spider-Man asked the man ahead.

The sunglass dawning brute laughs, cracking his knuckles. “This ain’t about ‘ya Spider-Man. Just me and the girl.”

“That doesn’t sound very good,” He counters.

He turns his head, hoping to hear your explanation.

“They want the drive I’ve got,” You stated the obvious.

Spider-Man sighs, “I know that, what else.”

The brute didn’t seem to want to play, tapping his feet impatiently but not daring to step closer.

You bite your tongue, “It’s just got info about their shady business, okay.”

Guessing that was enough, Spider-Man picked a side.

“You better leave, dude, she’s just a kid.” 

The brute laughs even louder. He waves his fist, more men coming out of the vehicle behind him. Things just got intense. Spider-Man stood his ground, moving back, pushing you further and further away.

“A kid? She—a fuckin’ kid, oh Spider-Man you don’t even know. She’s—”

A brick collides with the man’s face, probably breaking his jaw in the process. The brute curses and his men attack. Spider-Man shoves you away, right behind a stinky back alley bin.

You hide, leaning out to watch the action. You weren’t going to miss this.

He takes the men skill-fully, and non-lethal. A few kicks, punches, squirts of his web into their faces and fists. None of them being able to land a single hit on the hero.

With them all bound by untearable web, he marches towards the brute holding onto his jaw. The larger man spits blood on the ground, pointing at you.

“That bitch, you’re on the wrong side Spider-Man.”

Spider-Man shakes his head, “She’s not the one with a gun in her hands.”

The brute’s eyes widened, before he snarls. Before he could even shoot, the gun in his hand slams against the wall, sealed within webs.

“She’s a fucking rat, you ain’t smart spider. She’s done so much bad you won’t even understand—”

Spider-Man cocks his head, “I’ll be the judge of that.”

You couldn’t help but feel impressed. He really had a way with words, his confidence, his aura. Shit, it was kind of hot. He was also standing up for you, he didn’t even know you.

With that Spider-Man knocks the man out before his fists even reached a close proximity. He cracks his back, pleased with his execution. Turning back to see if you were okay, he finds nothing.

He races towards the spot, nothing. He sighs, springing up the roof to look around the streets. You disappeared into thin air, without a word. Without a thank you.

All he got was a name, a name he’d spend the entire night ripping his database apart for, he was in deep shit.

A week had passed and nothing, he’s got nothing. There was no news of those guys either. They all just, disappeared.

He wandered around the office at F.E.A.S.T. with his head on backwards, of course until Aunt May had something to say.

“Jungkook, you need to take a deep breath and tell me what’s going on.” She sat him down on her office couch, face to face.

Jungkook sighed, “Some girl trouble, it’s no big deal May.”

“Is it MJ? How has she been? I haven’t heard from her in—”

“It’s not MJ. It’s... I don’t even know her, I—it’s hard to explain,” Jungkook sighs, burying his face in his hands in frustration.

May rubs his back comfortingly, “It better not be a one-time thing, Kook, I swear—”

“It’s not!” Jungkook exclaimed, his face beet red, “I don’t do that stuff! I don’t even know her name, I just met her during my Spider-Man night patrols.”

“Oh, you met her, in your suit?” May’s eyes wideneg. This hasn’t happened before.

Jungkook gives her a shy smile, “Yea...she was very different and interesting. All I got is a name and just the first for that matter. I can’t find anything on the girl and—”

“Woah, you couldn’t ‘find’ anything. You were searching for her? Kook, you’re not stalking her right?”

“No! I just heard that she’s in trouble and I don’t want anything to happen to her but she’s like a ghost. Aunt May! I would never—”

“I know, I know. I was joking,” She smiled. He was extremely flustered, and she knew more than he’d let on.

“But are you sure you’re only looking for her because you’re ‘worried’ or...” She wiggles her eyebrows.

Jungkook groans, “Aunt May, please!”

She continued to tease him, on and on. Until she had to leave to help her employees at work and Jungkook had to get home. 

On his way home, Jungkook had come across a new thing. An exhibition, New York Academy of Art’s student exhibition. Jungkook loved art, mainly admiring it. Luckily he had his camera with him, maybe he could get a few photos.

He walks in to be greeted by a very excited student, “Oh my god! Someone’s actually here! Hello! Welcome to our finals exhibition, here’s a ticket—you should be able to see everyone’s art maybe see some artists!”

She shoves the ticket in his hand, he nods thanking her. She pushes him into the first room and leaves, without even introducing herself.

Jungkook eases his way in, not completely sure where to go or anything at all. There were really no signs, arrows, or people around. Strange.

He takes his time admiring the work of the art students, he sometimes wishes he’d be that talented. Snapping a few photos on the way around, he stops at one artist’s work that truly catches his eye.

Snapping a quick photo, he begins to read the information next to the painting. Signifying its artist, media and meaning.

He hears a snicker behind him, whipping around as normally as he could without activating his sense. 

In front of him, was a familiar face. It was the girl he met last week. It had to be, same hair, same face, apart from the eyes. They were green this time. 

You stared at the boy, holding a camera in front of you. His face twisting, thinking hard. “What are you doing here?”

“Uhm, I’m sorry?” His voice rang in your ear.

You look around, wondering if anyone else was here too, “I mean, I’m pretty sure I’ve never seen you in my class before and the pre-show hasn’t opened yet.”

His face turns red, he starts stuttering, “Well―I, I was told to―to, uh.”

He directs your sight towards the ticket in his hand, you sigh, “Oh, I’m guessing the overly enthusiastic girl out front gave you this.”

You point at the ticket in his hand, right at the opening time, “Six pm. Sorry to say, it’s four right now.”

“That’s, that’s okay. I can leave.”

You suddenly felt bad, the boy was already here, he was also pretty cute. There was no harm in him staying right.

“It’s okay, you don’t seem like trouble.”

He smiles thankfully, out stretching his hand, “I’m Jungkook.”

“I’m Y/n.”

His eyes widened suddenly. You were confused but he responds before you could ask. 

He flutters, waving his hand around, “You’re Y/n? The―uh―the artist! You painted this?”

Jungkook faces the painting, pointing at it.

“I’m grateful that you admire my work, have you seen my stuff before?”

Jungkook turns back at you with a smile, “Yea! I have.”

“Can I ask where? Was it the convention last year because I made such shitty art back then?”

Jungkook laughs, a little too loud and enthusiastically. Maybe he was nervous, “Yea! Don’t be so hard on yourself, it was amazing.”

You bite your lip, nodding.

“Yea…”

You watch him continue to look around, trailing around him, “Can I ask where you study?”

“Oh! I graduated two years ago. I went to Empire State University.”

“Wow! So, you’ve got a degree?”

“Yea, Bachelor of Science in Biophysics, it doesn’t sound very cool,” He mumbles shyly.

You tap his shoulder playfully, “Hey, it sounds awesome. All I might get is ‘artist’.”

Jungkook smiles, enjoying the little banter between you two. He looks over to you, motioning for you to follow him around.

“You must be smart, Jungkook.”

“Uh―I wouldn’t say that.”

You chuckle, “You so are! I hope you can tell me all about your studies, seems so different from me… I kind of, like that.”

Your smile captivated him. Allured him. Jungkook felt a sense of relief and comfort. He liked the sound of that, it sounds a whole lot like a beginning of something. So, he took the chance.

“How about a date?”

You tilt your head, surprised that the shy nerdy boy managed to ask you that, “A date?”

“Yea.”

You hummed, pretending to think over it dramatically, “Well, you see I’m, I don’t know. I’m quite busy these days and the exhibition and―”

“Come on, stop it,” He chuckles, a very familiar chuckle, yet you couldn’t pinpoint it.

“Okay, okay. A date sounds great, you’re planning it though! I have zero time to plan, it’s also not my thing.”

“Lucky for you, planning is just my thing.”

“So, you’re saying that you went on a date with a girl who you think might be a criminal?”

“Yes.”

Taehyung shrugs, munching on some fries, “And what’s the problem again?”

“It was a great date! And now I’m too scared to keep digging, what if I find out she’s with the mob or something,” Jungkook cries, resting his forehead against his palms. Leaving his burger and fries to go stale.

“Again, what’s the problem?”

Jungkook only groans. Of course, Taehyung wouldn’t see a problem with this. Why did Jungkook even worry. He’s Spider-Man, he’s dealt with worse.

Taehyung suddenly snaps his fingers, grinning ear to ear, “I know the problem. You’re scared that you’re going to be really into her, fall in love and completely forget about MJ.”

“No! That’s not true!” Jungkook shakes his head furiously.

Taehyung laughs, he was always good at figuring him out, “It so is! It isn’t so bad, if you fall for her. At least then you’ll get some. Hasn’t MJ been avoiding you… since the breakup, like it’s very unlikely she’s going to take you back.”

Taehyung was right but Jungkook just wanted to stay in disbelief. He’s finally met something he likes, after months and months of trying his hardest to get MJ back with nothing in return. Maybe it was time that Jungkook stopped trying, now that MJ was really not going to return his love.

“Is she hot?” Taehyung’s voice makes Jungkook blush.

His eyes wide and mouth agape, “I mean―yes, of course. Like way too hot but that’s―”

“Way too hot, huh?”

“Shut up.”

“I really need to see this ‘way too hot’ girl, the only thing you’ve ever said about MJ was―she’s gorgeous, pretty, beautiful but hell, way too hot seems fine~”

“I’m not letting you see her.”

“What? Why?”

“Nope.” Jungkook shakes his head.

Taehyung whines, “Please!”

Jungkook hovers over his phone, waiting for a response.

y/n: shit I need to get to bed now

y/n: gn < 3

y/n: i’ll text tomorrow!!

He smiles, heart soaring with joy, typing out a response before slipping the phone into his spandex pocket. He leans back against the pole, looking over at a friendly face.

“You’re Spider-Man!”

Jungkook, now Spider-Man, rubs his head bashfully, “Yep, that’s me!”

“I love you! Can I get a photo please!”

“Of course.”

The fanboy in his homemade Spider-Man cosplay gets off his seat, snapping a quick photo with him. Spider-Man utters a few words before taking the next stop off, tonight he needed to take a good look at Hell’s kitchen. Some shady stuff has been happening there, kidnapping, burglary, a whole lot.

There wasn’t much he could sense, nor did he catch anything suspicious. He’s right about to drop the entire case and leave for the night, but he feels a strange sensation making his ear twitch.

Looking over to his left he sees a figure, pulling themselves over the construction bars by the pier with ease. Silent and quick, he’s worried it could be something bad.

Pulling himself over with his webs, he manages to land on one of the bars furthest away, to at least account for the situation. He hums, murmuring tactics to himself, watching the feminine figure halt in their path.

The seemingly skintight sporting figure had long flowing white hair. A mask on her face that doesn’t seem to cover much at all. The black full body leotard seemed to be supported by white armour in vital areas.

He’s never seen her before, he’s never even heard of a female vigilante. He’s assuming she was good, she didn’t seem to be causing trouble. Tapping away on her arm, scanning the area.

Spider-Man takes a second to fully understand where he was, Wilson Fisks’ secret cargo hold. It had to be, he knew those men, what they wore and the guns they used.

He was mostly worried for the girl. She shouldn’t be here not knowing her stuff about what Fisk can do.

He leaps towards the girl. When she turns around to meet the flying Spider, he chokes on his breath and nearly slips off the rail.

You furrowed your eyebrow towards the red and blue figure that flew beside you. What was he doing here?

“Are you following me now Spider?” You smirked, hoping your waltz towards him would draw his attention away from the situation before him.

His camera lens eyes, blinking, looking right at your swaying hips, “Of course not. I was in the area and you looked like you were causing trouble, again.”

“Oh, come now Spider, I did not cause you trouble. I had everything under control until you showed up,” You retort, brushing your suit’s nails against his chest. You can see through his skintight suit, as he gulps.

He shakes his head, “You can’t just be here, do you not know who owns this place?”

“I might,” You shrug, “Heard he’s pretty stern but I can be pretty convincing.”

Spider-Man doesn’t seem to like that, he shakes his head again. His hand coming up to his face, holding his head, “Stern, stern isn’t the word for him. He’s―he will hurt you.”

“Aw, thanks for caring about me Spider but I can handle myself.” You turn away from him, ready to leap off the edge of the scaffolding.

Before your feet could leave the ground, you’re pulled back with immense force. Knocking your shoulder against the spandex clad man.

“Stop it. This is the second time we’ve met and you’re running off again?”

You stepped away from him, his gloved hand clasping your elbow tight.

“Does that upset you? That I just disappear? That I run from you, is it because you miss me?” You tease, nudging your elbow into his side he finally let’s go, holding onto the spot with a grunt, “Kinda cute, I missed you too.”

The Spider freezes, his mask emoting his reaction quite well. Unbeknownst to the pair was the fact that another pair of eyes were watching them, from afar but close enough to hear their conversation.

Spider-Man clicks his tongue, pointing at the guards, “They have guns, you should be careful...”

“Cat.”

“Cat?”

You shrug again, rolling your shoulders with a crack, “Yea, Black Cat. That’s my alter-ago apparently.”

He nods, repeating your title in a low murmur, “Black Cat.”

“I’m―”

“Spider-Man, I think everyone knows that.”

He stares back at you, of course you couldn’t read the expression very well. It gave you a sense of mystery. He was so intoxicating it was hard to stop yourself playing with him too much. Yet, you held back, shouldn’t scare him away, should you?

“Guess I’m pretty popular.”

You laugh, “Popular? You’re pretty famous.”

He crosses his arms, letting out the slightest of a chuckle.

You didn’t intend on keeping up this conversation with him, as fun as it was. You had something to do and you had one chance to do it. Maybe with the help of a skilled man, this would be done quickly.

“Could you help me with something?” You asked, pleading him with your eyes.

He stands tall, replying, “Of course.”

“I need to steal a painting.”

“No.”

Maybe you had worded that badly. He shakes his head protrusively, his hands waving around in dismissal. You tried again.

“There’s a fake painting that they’re going to try to auction off tomorrow night. I just want to take it and destroy it,” You explained.

Spider-Man considers this, he actually does for a while. Causing you to tap your feet against the railing impatiently.

“A fake, huh? Seems like something he’d do.”

You nod, “Yes, and knowing him after he sells that piece who knows where the money would be used.”

“Weapons, most likely.”

He seemed to be getting more trusting of you. Nodding his head. He takes a moment to access the area. Crouching down, you follow suit.

“Alright, let’s do this.”

You were more than delighted. He could probably see it in your face, the bright smile you returned to him. He couldn’t return the same, well he did but you couldn’t see that. 

You two bolted into action, like a duo you planned it out. He mostly did the planning but that’s besides the point. Making your way around the area, the pair of you managed to non-lethally take down most of the thugs, tying them up on the rails without anyone seeing. He seemed impressed, that you could actually hold your own.

Jungkook couldn’t help but feel this sense of relief. It’s been a while since he had someone that could back him up, make him feel safe like the way he always makes others feel. She was silent, quick and efficient. He shoots the last few webs needed to pull the last thug up and that was that.

You jumped through the air into the building swiftly. Jungkook follows along without falling behind. He watches your swaying hips, saunter towards a sealed door. His eyes never tearing away from the way your long white hair brushes against the apple of your bottom.

He catches himself, when he nearly trips over an electrical wire. Of course, he hears you chortle at him. He couldn’t help but feel embarrassed like a teenager who’d just made a fool of himself in front of his crush. He cocks his head, scolding himself.

You made your way in front of the safe room. Fingerprints, of course. You took a look around and saw a very convenient doorknob not far away. Making way towards it you could hear Spider-Man asking what you were doing.

“Well, we need a fingerprint, right?” You pulled out a device, he’d seen a couple of times.

Scanning the doorknob quickly, it saves a fingerprint. You pray it would work, or else you’d have to scan the entire area, even those passed out men outside if needed.

Turning back towards the Spider who stands idle next to the door, tapping into the system you entered the fingerprint and the light flashes green, “Ta-da.”

The Spider seems impressed, nodding his head.

Your eyes dart towards the painting when the door gapes open. You nearly run at it, eyes glimmering with its beauty.

“That’s it?”

“Yep.”

Spider-Man takes a look around. You begin to pull the painting off the hooks and cut it out of the frame. Rolling the thing up and placing it in a cylindrical tube placed not far away. 

He huffs, “Seems a little too easy.”

“Would you prefer it be harder, Spider?” You jab, finishing up.

His eyes squint, “No, but I just―”

Of course, it wasn’t that fucking easy. You just wanted to hope. The lights started to blink red, you could hear loud stomping getting closer. And then, right within a blink of an eye, what seemed like an army of armed men enter the safe room with guns in hand. 

You panic, trying to step back, hearing the guns fire.

Instead of searing hot pain, you felt a gush of wind. A hand on your waist holding you tight against a hot body. You were outside? How did you―?

You sighed with relief. Spider-Man saves the day of course. He swings you out of the pier onto a vacant building. Letting you drop on your feet softly, he moves away.

You pat around yourself to check for any wounds, none. The painting was intact, and nothing was wrong, right?

You turned to thank the Spider to see him hunched over, grasping his gut. His bleeding gut. Your eyes nearly bulge out of your head, “Spider! Shit, are―are you okay?”

“Yes, but no, dam this hurts.”

You thought about the choices you could make, leave him to die or take him home, to your home where he’d know exactly who you were―the latter was your only decision, without a second thought. You felt a gut-wrenching pain shoot through you, it was your fault. You hold onto him, allowing him to rest on you.

He’d passed out the moment you’d enter through the window. You had managed to rip the damn suit off him, thankfully he had underwear on because that would’ve made the whole ordeal a little more awkward.

His extremely chiseled abdomen eying you the entire time you took the bullet out, thankfully he had minor incisions. His suit took most of the impact but heck, you still stitched him up (,just) in case.

He laid peacefully on your dim light living room couch, his mask still on his face. It felt wrong to just steal a glance at the true face of Spider-Man, it would be so much more rewarding or rather when he’d show you himself.

Though you kept a close eye on him, you know, to see if he’s still breathing through the spandex covering his nose and lips. Since the thing was so tight, could he even breath properly? You made some dinner, making sure to have extra for when he wakes. You were munching on some snacks and watching television when his legs started brushing against your own.

Until, his leg starts brushing against your own. Turning over to your right you could see him start to waver, words spluttering past his lips.

“Uh, my head hurts,” He mumbles. Proceeding to panic when he gets a look at you, his hands fumbling onto his face, feeling that the mask was still on he sighs with relief.

“Did you―”

“I’m not that kind of person,” You cut him off.

Spider-Man shakes his head, “I know, I was going to ask if you stitched me up.” He feels at the bandages wrapped around his waist.

You felt thankful, that he doesn’t see you as bad anymore. Sounds like he even trusts you.

“I did...I apologize in advance if the stitches are a little off. I’m not a doctor but I tried.” You bite your bottom lip.

He nods, “Thank you.”

You take a deep breath, feeling the slightly bit of awkward tension now that you didn’t know what to say. You took a glance at the kitchen table, remembering that you had something for him.

“Are you hungry? I have pasta.”

Spider-Man’s eyes widens, he nods like an excited kid, “Yes! I’m starving.”

He inhales the damn bowl of carbs like it was nothing. His mask half up, you at least get to see a little bit of his face. He had a rather thin top lip and plump bottom ones, sharp jaw and slight dent of his cheeks, he must be extremely good looking to be making you feel this way from just a teeny peek.

Of course, you’ve seen him nearly naked. He’s covered up now, in a large tee shirt you had and sweatpants the fit tight on his thick thighs. Spider-Man had a banging body, not that everyone didn’t know that. He showcased that hard-earned body with his spandex suit everyday, but it was different to see the skin underneath.

“Have you eaten?” He speaks. You furrow your eyebrow at him with confusion. “You’re watching me eat, in a weird way.”

He must’ve caught you staring at him, his face, his lips. You wave your hands, “I ate. I’m just daydreaming.”

The bottom half of his face breaks out into a chuckle, his lips stretching into an attractive, pretty smile. The curve of his lips frames his teeth so well, it was probably the most beautiful smile you’ve every laid eyes on, yet it was so familiar.

“You’re staring again.”

“Can’t I stare at an attractive boy?”

He chokes on his drink, wiping his lips with the end of the tee shirt, “Wh―what, you don’t even know what I look like.”

“Looks aren’t the only thing that makes one attractive,” You tease, “Besides, I’ve seen everything apart from the top half of your face and what’s inside your boxers. I’d say I know 75% of what you look like, Spider-Man.”

The Spider doesn’t seem to know what to say, he only looks between the two of you. Across the table from each other, rather far away.

“You’re straightforward, I like that.” He chuckles.

You reply, “Does that mean I get a reward?” Your voice, cutting through him.

He gulps, “What reward do you want?”

You hum, biting the inside of your lip as you though. Eyes burning into him, you can see him tense up with suspense.

“Maybe a kiss?”

“A―a ki―kiss?”

You sigh, “Just a suggestion, I don’t mean it literally Spider-Man.”

You didn’t expect the hero many loves so much to be so, boyish and shy when it comes down to it. It was rather cute and unexpected, kind of feeding into your ego knowing you had this effect on the Spider-Man.

You begin to get off you seat, only to have the half-masked man follow you right along back towards the living room. You turn back to him with a crooked eyebrow.

He pulls at his fingers nervously, “I wouldn’t be opposed to that idea.”

“Could you speak in a way I’d understand, please?”

“I wouldn’t mind kissing you,” He states.

Your eyebrow twitches, you cock you head with a smirk at him, “Really?”

He said that, he said just one kiss but hell it wasn’t just one kiss. Spider-Man’s hot burning lips against your own was unimaginable. When it happened your mind blanks, only to return when his hand brushes against the side of your hips. Holding onto you, pulling your hips into his own. 

With a moan leaving your lips, he takes the opportunity to slip his heat dripping tongue into you. Roping your tongue with his. 

He sucks you back into him, your body rocking around against his with moans just exchanging between you two. His hands had a mind of their own, hoisting your ass into him. Locking your legs around his waist, his very large, very obvious bulge just kneading your core.

You could feel his mask brushing against your face. Pulled up over his nose, he pushes it against your face wanting to feel you closer and closer.

“Spider―this isn’t one kiss,” You groan, feeling his lips trail down over your neck.

Spider-Man breathes air against the throbbing spot on your neck purposely, “I know, I’m sorry―I couldn’t help myself.”

“It’s okay,” You place your fingers into the peeking hair on the back of his head under his mask, “We could keep going if you want…”

“I can’t...I can’t show you―”

“Keep the mask on then,” You suggest. 

His lip twitches, maybe he liked the sound of that. A little too much. 

Jungkook never thought about that. How he could just keep the thing on, he felt this strange way. Knowing that you didn’t know what he looked like yet, you were so willing.

He couldn’t help but feel like he was lying to you, lying about himself. You knew him, he knew you but not right here. He knew you were Black Cat, the day art student and night time vigilante. You only knew Jeon Jungkook, the photographer who you went on one date with and haven’t kissed yet. And Spider-Man, a crime fighting hero. They were two different people for you.

Maybe he felt like he was getting cheated on. As if you were about to sleep with someone else, knowing that you were still talking to him. He had a stressful time trying to juggle you in his hands and the idea that he felt awful that you were practically cheating on him...with himself.

You idiot, Jungkook.

© gukptune, Monday 15th July 2019 

(btws I don’t own Spider-Man, I just own the plot idea-OC and etc. It’s a fic, just putting this here so people know not to mess with it, steal it and whatnot.)

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Masterlist

Episode: Contents Under Pressure

Rating: Mature

Summary: During her time in the Skybox, Indigo formed a precious friendship with fellow outcast Octavia Blake, the girl under the floor. At first they thought their departure from the oppression of the Ark was a blessing, but quickly came to rely on Indigo's keen survival instincts. The 100 struggle to meet the challenges of Earth whilst Bellamy strives to lead the wavering teenagers and his irresponsible attitude fuels constant conflict with Indigo. Their only shared interest is in protecting Octavia and Indigo beings to suspect that there is a deeper cause to Bellamy's seemingly irrational choices. As the consequences of his actions mount up around him, he finally begins to confide in her and she discovers more than she ever bargained for. 

Fandom: CW’s The 100

Pairing: OC x Bellamy Blake

LONG TERM ONGOING PROJECT :)

My writing is entirely fuelled by coffee! If you enjoy my work, feel free to donate toward my caffeine dependency: will work for coffee

Warnings: Mature content. Non-consent, language, sex, self harm, suicide, anxiety, helplessness, torture, captivity/confinement, alcohol/drug use.

Chapter Eighteen

“Bellamy!” Octavia cried in a relieved tone.

I turned to face the door and was relieved to see Bellamy enter, closely followed by two figures. As I approached, I realised it wasn’t Jasper and Monty as I expected, but two of his usual crew. Before I could even open my mouth to question this, my gaze caught on the large heap that they were carrying as they threw it to the ground, revealing it to be the beaten and tied grounder that held Octavia captive. She jumped down from the ladder she had been climbing and stormed over to meet Bellamy, who towered over the grounder menacingly. 

“What the hell are you doing?” She asked with an expression of disbelief.

“It’s time to get some answers.” Bellamy answered, squaring his shoulders to seem more authoritative.

“Oh you mean revenge?” Octavia retorted, firmly planting herself in front of him, her frustration plain to see.

“I mean intel.” He defended, and I could tell from his movements that he was preparing to justify himself. “Get him upstairs.” He ordered his men without taking his eyes from Octavia and I quickly stepped into their path to block them. I wasn’t prepared to let him steamroll through the room without a fight.

“Bellamy, she’s right.” Clarke turned from the operating table and approached him with a sensible manner. She opened her mouth to reason with him, but was abruptly interrupted by the crackle of the radio.

“Clarke, honey, we’re ready. Can you hear me?”

Bellamy stared over in the direction of the radio in the bewildered manner, a glint of terror in his eyes as he processed what he was hearing. I watched him as his focus stayed rooted to the radio, even as Clarke spoke and I knew in my gut that she had already lost him to his own agenda. 

“Look, this is not who we are.” She added carefully.

“Clarke?” The radio sounded again and I cursed each new sound from it, feeling it threaten Bellamy with every word. From what I’d seen of him so far, the more threatened he felt, the more recklessly he behaved. I held my position with gritted teeth although the two men glared down at me. Bellamy finally looked back at Clarke, but his expression was one of betrayal and carried the weight of a thousand words that were left unsaid. 

“It is now.” He spat coldly. He stepped toward the men who carried the grounder and at last noticed that I was blocking the way. “Move Indigo.” He ordered firmly, and I crossed my arms, glaring at him in an indignant fury.

“You don’t order me Bellamy.” I growled, holding my position and feeling aggravated that he even dared to speak to me in such a way. His expression faltered for a moment as he considered me, but he quickly returned to looking stern. 

“This is happening. Move.” He stated. His words were sharp and I felt like they weren’t meant for me.

“You’re a goddamn idiot Bellamy Blake.” I spat, feeling anger pounding in my ears. I stepped closer to him, ensuring that he couldn’t get past me. “And I’m not about to stand by and let you make this mistake.” I answered with a determined tone. I almost lost my balance with the force that I was pulled back by. A set of hands suddenly grabbed my arms and forced them behind my back, momentarily restraining me. 

“Bellamy said move bitch.” All in a matter of seconds, hot breath tickled my ear as a deep voice growled from behind me and the men carrying the grounder moved past, starting to transport him upstairs. I struggled against the containment, leaning forward as far as I could against the restraint of my arms before slamming my head back into my unseen attackers face with all the force I could muster. I heard the telltale crack of a broken nose and he cried out, immediately releasing me. I flipped around to face him but only saw Bellamy’s large form gripping him by his shirt. It seemed he lunged for my ambusher at the same moment that I fought back. 

“Put your hands on her again and you’ll be dealing with me.” Bellamy threatened, holding the smaller man alarmingly close to his furious face, before throwing him to the ground. Bellamy turned to face me, his expression no longer stern, but simply tired. “Let it go Indigo.” He sighed, following his goons as they carried the grounder away without a backwards glance.

I paced the room whilst Dr Griffin gave instructions and waited for Clarke to ask me to do something. There was a small scuffle in the waiting crowd and I jumped between it, separating the troublemakers. Clarke glanced over in a stressed manner, seeming as if she was struggling to concentrate. 

“This is ridiculous, you need to be able to focus. Everyone upstairs!” I announced and most people simply stared back at me. “Are you deaf? Get out!” I yelled in frustration, which finally seemed to get some movement. I focused on emptying the space whilst Raven and Clarke concentrated on the instructions from the radio.

By the time I had cleared everyone out, I could hear commotion from the top floor and Octavia’s voice yelling at someone to get off of her. I glanced over to Clarke, who nodded at me reluctantly and took this as permission to leave. I climbed the ladder as hastily as I could and as I reached the second floor, the hatch to the top floor slammed closed. Octavia stood at the bottom of the ladder with a furious expression; I rushed over to her side in concern. 

“I heard you yelling, are you okay?” I breathed as I checked her over and scanned the room for any threats.

“They kicked me out. They’ve got him tied up like some kind of animal, and who knows what they’re going to do to him.” She ranted, sounding exasperated and I widened my eyes at her words.

“They’re out of control. “ I sighed. “As per usual Bellamy thinks he’s doing what needs to be done. This is going to be difficult to stop.” I thought aloud, watching Octavia pace around the room. A flash of blonde hair caught my eye and I noticed Clarke charging from downstairs. 

“Hey! How’s Finn?” I asked eagerly, feeling a pang of guilt for leaving them.

“He’s fine, I think he’s out of the woods for now. Everything okay up here?” She looked at Octavia in an assessing manner before turning back to me. I nodded sheepishly. “Any idea what’s going on up there?” She indicated to the hatch in a frustrated gesture.

“Nothing good.” Octavia replied, crossing her arms. “They’ve got him tied up and they threw me out for the heinous crime of even suggesting they might be wrong.” She added in a sarcastic tone. Clarke seemed surprised at this and I had to admit that I was surprised that Bellamy was allowing his crew to treat her like this. 

“Alright, I’ll try talking to him. Bellamy might be stubborn, but maybe I can convince some of his crew to help. Raven is downstairs with Finn. Indigo would you mind sitting with her, just in case?” She viewed me with a pleading expression and after previously abandoning them, I didn’t feel that I could decline.

“Um, sure.” I replied in confusion, but made my way down the ladder as she went up towards Bellamy and the problem crew. As I descended into the bottom floor, I saw Raven sitting beside Finn, watching him in fearful anticipation. “Hey, sounds like you two saved the day down here.” I smiled, approaching her carefully so as not to startle her.

“It was mostly Clarke, I just watched...and swore.” She replied with a heavy exhaustion in her voice, and as she gazed at me, she blinked slowly in an attempt to stay awake.

“Don’t sell yourself short, she couldn’t have done it without the radio, which is 100% your skills.” I chattered lightly, standing beside her as I watched Finn’s chest rise and fall with more strain than usual. It was difficult to see him looking so vulnerable, and I could hardly imagine how she must be feeling. “How’s he holding up?”

“He’s still alive, that’s more than I dared to hope for.” She answered, not taking her eyes from him as she spoke. I couldn’t blame her for it, she seemed to be coping exceptionally well with all things considered.

“Alive is a good start.” I chuckled. I grabbed a box from the other side of the room and dragged it over to Finn’s bedside, opposite Raven. “Fancy some company?” I tried to sound casual, but I wasn’t sure that I was successful. She shrugged in disinterest, and so I dropped myself down onto the box. We sat in a concerned silence, both keenly watching Finn breathe and it was clear that we were worried that he may stop at any moment. 

“What’s the deal with him and Clarke?” Her sudden question startled me from my daze and I looked up to find her intensely staring at me.

“I’m sorry?” I asked, in a stunned voice, unsure if I’d even heard her right.

“I’m not an idiot, I know something happened before I got here. I just...I need to know what it was, whether it was serious.” She fidgeted with her hands and when she returned her gaze to me, I could see the hurt in her eyes. For once, I found myself at a loss for words. I had never been interested in drama, and I certainly didn’t want to be involved in theirs. I wasn’t sure how I’d ended up in the middle of the camp love triangle. I considered my answer for a moment and I decided to simply tell the truth. 

“I honestly don't know any more than you do , I sense the same vibes but I haven’t heard anything.” I answered, feeling that sharing my suspicions was not beneficial. She needed to hear the truth, not fireside gossip. “ If you think what you’ve seen in your time here is bad, you can’t imagine the shit storm it’s been since we landed. I’ve had plenty on my plate with the people I care about.” I added, hoping to justify my disinterest. I’d almost lost Jasper and Octavia, we had people dying every day it seemed and we were constantly challenged with finding ways to survive simply our basic needs, like food and water. We’d had a murder, a suicide, a rape. I could honestly say that I didn’t care enough to know who was sleeping with who.

“Of course. Not your business right? You don’t know about anyone else.” She sighed, and her tone was one of frustrated disbelief. I squirmed awkwardly, uncomfortable that she thought I was lying. “Alright, tell me something you do know, what’s happening with you and Bellamy?”She spoke with an accusing tone to her voice this time and  I practically choked on my own saliva as I stared back at her in wide-eyed surprise. 

“What?” I breathed, hardly able to get the word out.

“Are you fucking or not? Cuz you definitely seem like you are, but he seems to be fucking several other girls and you don’t come across as the kind of girl to be part of a harem to me. Or do you just hate each other and I’m reading it as sexual tension?” She crossed her arms and raised her brows at me expectantly. I blinked back in disbelief, processing what she had just said. 

“Neither! He’s my best friend's brother and also a massive pain in the ass which makes things complicated.” I rambled, feeling hot and flustered. It was unlike me to lose my cool, but she’d caught me completely off guard. I barely knew Raven yet and even if I did, these weren’t the kind of topics I was good at sharing. She looked at me in an amused fashion. 

“Hmm, so you’re not a liar, you’re just completely oblivious. I’m stuck here with you all now. I know I missed a lot since you first arrived. Of course I chose you as my source of information.” She rolled her eyes at me and I looked back in confusion.

“Why do you even care?” I asked curiously. I could truly say that I didn’t care what anyone else was doing, and I’d never been able to understand nosy people.

“My boyfriend, who is likely cheating on me, is sitting here dying whilst I’m stuck in this hellhole with a bunch of criminals and no supplies.” She replied, all traces of humour gone from her tone as her exhausted expression showed momentarily. “You want to keep me company? Pointless bullshit gossip is the best distraction I can think of right now. Unless you have a better idea?” She asked, leveling me with an intense stare and I shrugged in defeat. We sat in empty silence for a few minutes, with only the sounds of the storm outside and Finn’s labored breathing filling the space. Raven cleared her throat to break the silence, before speaking in her teasing tone again. “Here’s the thing I don’t get about you and Bellamy, clearly the tension is there, it’s obvious. Why haven’t you gone there? I mean, I get why you wouldn’t want to commit, I’ve barely been here a few days and I can already see that he’s a steaming pile of chaos. But if we’re being real? He’s hot and the way he gets in your face...I’d have climbed him like a tree by now.” She winked at me and I couldn’t contain the sudden snort of laughter.

“Raven, ew!” I laughed. “Well, don’t let me stand in the way of your tree climbing adventures. I don’t need any more stress in my life thanks and things with the two of us are messy enough as it is.” I answered thoughtfully and she shrugged at me. 

“That’s fair. Hey, if Finn chooses Clarke over me, maybe I’ll take you up on that.” Raven tried to sound comical, but the hurt was clear in her words and I viewed her with sympathy. 

“Come on Raven, you know he’d be a fool to-” Before I could finish my sentence, Finn started to shake and we both jumped to our feet. In moments, he progressed from lightly shaking to fully seizing up and we could hardly keep him on the table. “Shit, get Clarke!” I yelled, trying to block Finn from falling to the ground. Raven ran to the hatch and yelled for help, quickly returning to his side.

“What do we do?” She cried, blocking him from falling from the other side of the table as we struggled to keep him on between us.

“I don’t know, I’m not a goddamn doctor!” I replied, looking down at Finn in a panic. “Okay, put him in the recovery position, we need to turn him so he doesn’t swallow his tongue.” I reeled off information from somewhere in the back of my mind and we battled to contain his wiggling form.

“Now what? He’s not stopping!” Raven’s desperate eyes were filled with tears as she watched with a pleading expression. 

“That won’t stop him, it’ll just keep him safe in the meantime. We might have to ride it out. Where the hell is Clarke?!” I yelled and openly sighed in relief as I saw her boots emerge through the hatch. “Finally! What do we do Clarke?!” I called out to her. 

“He was fine, then-” Raven started to stutter in her panic.

“Get my mother on the radio, now.” Clarke answered, as she ran to take Raven’s place holding Finn in the recovery position. She pushed her out of the way, but Raven simply stayed frozen on the spot and watched in shock. “Raven, now!” She yelled, trying to shock her into moving. Clarke’s screams finally seemed to shake her back into action and she ran around the desk to join me. 

“The radio’s dead! Interference from the storm.” She stated, before falling back into an emotional state as she stared down at Finn. “Please don’t let him die.” She muttered in a small, pleading voice.

“Raven, the radio, do I just press the button and speak?” I asked, and she nodded back. “Take my spot, help Clarke and I will keep trying to get us help, okay?” I grabbed her arm and pulled her into my place to spur her into action and she quickly took over. I ran wildly to the radio and dropped myself into the seat, struggling to get the headphones on as my hands shook. “This is Indio Sloan. Calling Ark station. Please come in!” I glanced back to see Raven and Clarke still struggling to hold Finn and the terror in Raven’s face only grew as the seconds passed. “This is an emergency! Can anyone hear me? Ark station come in.” I tried to contain the panic in my voice, but I suddenly understood the enormous pressure on Raven’s shoulders as the radio operator.

“Okay, it stopped.” Raven muttered and I felt like I could breathe for the first time since Finn started to shake. “What’s that in his mouth?” She gasped. I turned to look over my shoulder in response to her question and saw Clarke turning him further onto his side. 

“Quick, help me get him on his side!” Clarke ordered and Raven stared at him in a stiff position as if she were going into shock. “Raven! There is fluid in his lungs, he could choke, quick!” She yelled as she tried to plead with her to act. I watched as together they rolled him over and Clarke quickly checked his temperature with her hand. “He’s burning up.” She stated with a worried expression.

“Fluid in his lungs? Does that mean the knife hit something?” Raven’s voice was panicked and I flashed her a look that said she could do this.

“No, this isn’t blood, it’s something else.” Clarke was beginning to sound panicked now too. “I did-I did everything she told me!” Her voice raised in pitch and she began to breathe rapidly, before inhaling sharply. “I’ve seen this before! Shortness of breath, fever, seizing - it’s poison!” My stomach dropped as she thought aloud.

“Clarke, you sterilised everything! I watched you do it.” Raven argued, becoming increasingly agitated. Clarke looked over to the tray of instruments. 

“Not everything.” She stated before grabbing the knife that he was stabbed with. “Stay here.” She ordered as she stormed toward the ladder.

“Clarke, where are you going?! We need you here!” I argued, but she climbed the ladder faster than I’d ever seen her move. I turned back to Raven, who was watching her go with a look that implied she was struggling not to follow. “No!” I snapped, which drew her attention back to me. “You stay with him! I’m gonna keep trying the Ark and I’ll need your help if I can get Dr Griffin back.” I ordered in an attempt to break through her focus on the hatch. 

“You’re not gonna get through to the Ark in this storm Indigo.” She sighed in an exasperated tone as she looked down at Finn with a hopeless expression.

“I have to try! Look no offence to Clarke here but we need a doctor, a real doctor. We’re flying blind right now.” I replied assertively. “So you just keep him on his side and make sure he doesn’t choke and I’ll worry about getting that doctor back.” I turned back to the radio. “Ark station, please respond! Can anyone hear me? This is Indigo Sloan, I’m one of the 100. We need your help!” I repeated the message several times over, keeping my voice as clear and even as possible, but couldn’t hear a single sound in response.

“Screw this, I’m going up there.” Raven was already at the ladder by the time I turned around and I felt that I was rapidly losing control of the situation. I was terrified of being left alone with him, I didn’t want to be solely responsible for keeping him alive. 

“Raven stop! I need you down here” I shouted, as I pulled off the headphones and ran to the ladder but she was already out of my reach.

“Keep an eye on Finn!” She called back down and I growled in frustration. I moved to Finn’s side and felt his boiling forehead. I busied myself with finding some rags and water and held a cold, wet rag to his forehead in an attempt to bring the fever down. “Don’t you die on me spacewalker, as much as it pains me to admit, we need your voice of reason here.” I whispered, dabbing at his face gently. I was distracted as the curtains over the door blew open to reveal Jasper and Monty, who were drenched and looked exhausted. “Oh thank god! You’re alright!” I breathed, rushing over to embrace them both in my relief.

“Well, that’s a nice welcome.” Monty teased and I smiled.

“Look, there’s a lot going on and I don’t have time to explain. Monty, the radio worked earlier but the storm is interfering now. Can you work your magic? If you get an answer, ask for Dr Griffin and shout to us. Jasper, keep Finn on his side and use the damp rags to keep him cool. If he starts seizing or anything changes with him, shout for help. I’m sorry I have to go deal with this!” I ranted and ran to the ladder before they could object, but was pleased to hear them running into place behind me.

The others had been on the top floor with the grounder for a while and no one had emerged yet. As I rushed up the second ladder, I could hear screaming and various other bizarre noises that I couldn’t identify. As I flipped the hatch open, the lights flickered on and off and violent hollering filled the room. I pulled myself up to my feet to see Raven electrocuting the grounder whilst the others watched. 

“What the fuck is going on? Raven, what are you doing?!” I screamed, pulling her away from him despite her viscous resistance.

“He’s all I have!” Raven howled in desperation, trying to fight me off. I threw her to the ground, putting myself between him and everyone else.

“What the fuck is wrong with all of you? Why didn’t you stop her?!” I looked around the bewildered, uncomfortable faces around me until I settled on Bellamy, who simply stared back at me in uncertainty. I was disappointed with every person involved, but I could feel a deep fury burning in my stomach for him. I couldn’t comprehend that he was capable of something like this, and the fact that he had been the one to bring him here made me shudder.

“No more!” Octavia growled, storming over to stand beside me, and I was glad to have her with me.

“He’s letting Finn die!” Raven struggled back to her feet and Octavia and I banded together to block the grounder from her reach. I knew that if this came to a fight it would be difficult, we were badly outnumbered. 

“It’s enough Raven, you need to stop! We’re not letting you get to him again. We need to think, not act like animals!” I argued, staring her down and trying my best to diffuse the situation before it reached violence again. Octavia winced to my side and I looked over to see her arm bleeding. 

“Octavia no!” Bellamy cried and my eyes widened as I noticed the grounders knife in her hand. It was the same knife that Finn had been poisoned with and my thoughts raced with the consequences of this action 

“What are you doing?” I gasped, grabbing her arm to look at the wound and feeling my stomach drop. I had already felt terrified enough when Finn broke into seizures, I couldn’t deal with the idea that she could be doing that soon too. 

“He won’t let me die.” She insisted, staring directly at him. I looked at her in bewilderment, struggling to understand where this unshakable confidence in the strange man who kidnapped her had come from. I took a deep breath, realising that the damage of the knife had already been done and knew that I had to trust her to take this risk if we were to gain anything from it. I nodded reluctantly and allowed her to move closer to him. As she approached the grounder, Bellamy reached out to intercept her. 

“Octavia, what the hell did you-” She dodged out of his reach, with a fleeting furious look at him, before dropping to her knees on the floor in front of the grounder.

“Trust her for once Bellamy.” I approached him and pushed him back from her slightly to give her some space to work. He met my eyes and I looked up at him firmly, keeping my hand on his chest to hold him in place.

Octavia laid out a line of small glass bottles from a small leather pouch that clearly belonged to the grounder and put the knife to each individually. After a few tries, the grounder finally tipped his head to the left. She held up the last bottle to the left and he nodded at her. She handed it straight to Clarke, who rushed to the hatch with Raven right behind. Octavia started to wrap her arm as Bellamy reached out to touch her shoulder. 

“Don’t touch me!” She snarled, and I jumped forward to help her up instead.

“Come on, let’s make sure you get some of that antidote too.” I spoke gently and although she flinched initially, when she looked up to see that it was me, she relaxed enough to let me help her. “You first, let’s go.” I guided her to the hatch and paused as she started to struggle her way down. I turned back to Bellamy, who was still frozen to the spot, shocked from Octavia’s reaction to him. I cleared my throat and he looked up at me. “This isn’t over, we’ll talk about this.” I spoke firmly and maintained the look until he couldn’t meet my eyes anymore.

[downeyhoe]

Larry Is Doing His Best

You don’t mean to laugh, but you can’t help it. Larry isn’t the kind of guy who’s fluent in talking dirty or being rough and you’re surprised when he swears at all, to be honest. Every aspect of his personality is gentle with one single exception: When he’s strutting around in the courtroom.

His presence in court is so commanding and domineering in some ways. He’s strict and assertive. Astute, perceptive, and charming. His voice is hard and final, making it appear as though what he’s saying is fact and everyone should accept it, which they usually do. When he gets into his rhythm, he’s damn near unstoppable.

But the second he steps foot out of the room, he’s so gentle and sweet and patient. When he speaks to you, it’s low and smooth and it melts your heart easily. His bright, warm eyes always look at you with the utmost tenderness. It’s the same in bed, usually. Every touch is delicate and he spends so much time making sure you’re putty in his hands, under his lips. He whispers affectionate things into your ear as he makes love to you. You don’t mind in the slightest.

But sometimes you want Courtroom Larry. You want him to exercise the dirtier side of his vocabulary. You want him to be rough. To be authoritative.

And you told him as much one day after a particularly vivid daydream of him slamming you against the wall and growling the filthiest things into your ear.

“Larry, I want you to talk dirty to me more,” you told him, earning an arched eyebrow from him and the cutest smile.

“I talk dirty to you all the time.”

You were both sitting on the couch, your legs in his lap as he ran his fingers along the smooth skin of your thigh. You were wearing one of his t-shirts and a pair of lacy panties. The tv was set to the news, but you’d both been ignoring it in favor of soft kisses and wandering hands.

“Cock and Fuck don’t count,” you said with a teasing grin and leaned in to kiss him.

“Those are dirty words,” he grumbled, confused. He accepted your kiss anyways.

“It’s how you use them,” you explained, maneuvering yourself so you were straddling his lap. “And...” you leaned down to trail kisses along his neck, “I want you to get a little rough, too.”

He pulled back and gave you a surprised look, “Rough? What do you mean?”

“Punish me,” you said with a grin, wiggling on his lap and watching his eyes get darker as he thought about your request.

“You want me to punish you? What for?” Then his hands went to your waist under the shirt and you could feel his thumbs rubbing circles into your hips.

“I don’t know, anything,” you shivered when he ran a finger along the inside hem of your panties, “I’ll do something to piss you off and you can get creative.”

Larry moved his hands back up your sides and took the shirt with it until he lifted it over your head and left you bare in front of him. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you flush against him, his lips finding your neck as he trailed kisses across your skin.

You sighed happily and ran your fingers through his thick, silky hair until he’d picked you up and carried you into the bedroom where he deposited you on the bed where you are now, waiting for him to do what he said he was going to do and laughing because of the worried look on his face.

“Stop laughing at me,” he complains, leaning down to silence you with a kiss.

“I’m sorry,” you say with a serious attempt to stifle your laughter, “It’s just funny.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he grumbles. When you try to roll into your back, he stops you with his hands on your hips to keep you still. He’s straddling your legs as you lie on your tummy, propping yourself on your elbows and looking back at him.

“You’re not gonna hurt me. I promise I can take it,” you say with another snicker and wiggle a bit to accentuate your point.

With a sigh, he kisses you again and then runs his hands down to cover your backside. Hesitantly, he lifts his right hand and brings it down against your ass. It’s light and not nearly as rough as he could be, but it startles you nonetheless, making you gasp in surprise.

“Shit, I’m sorry. Did that hurt?” He immediately massages the spot and leans over you again to see if you’re alright. You laugh again and turn your head to kiss him.

“Larry, I’m fine, keep going,” you reach back and cover his hand with your own in encouragement.

He groans and gives you another quick peck before he raises his hand again and smacks the other side with slightly more firmness. You bite your lip and press your cheek against the pillow.

He smacks you a few more times, alternating between cheeks. When he strikes you with a bit more force, you moan and jump a little.

“You gotta tell me if I’m hurting you, sweetheart,” he sounds worried and you look back at him with a smile.

“I’m fine. Tell me why I’m being punished,” you prompt him.

“Uh,” he pauses and then slaps your ass again, soothing the area with a tender touch. “Because you’re... a bad girl..?”

The uncertainty with which he says it makes you burst with another laugh and soon you can hardly breathe and you know it’s going to hurt his feelings, but you’re not used to him being this timid in bed. He’s too gentle to dole out a punishment and make you feel it in your bones. When you finally get yourself under control, you notice that he’s rolled off of you and is lying next to you with a distressed look on his face.

“Clearly I don’t know what I’m doing,” he grunts, frustrated. He never got around to taking his clothes off, wearing a simple charcoal T-shirt and a pair of jeans while you lie next to him fully naked.

You use this to your advantage and crawl on top of him until you’re just barely hovering over him and kissing his neck to ease his irritation. As you predicted, he sighs and runs his hands along your back before simply resting them in your hips.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he whispers, “I wish I was better at this.”

“You were doing fine,” you mumble against his neck while your hands move under his T-shirt. You both sit up so you can remove his shirt and he takes the opportunity to kiss you, his hands moving along your sides until he brings them around to massage your breasts. You tip your head back and hum softly when his thumbs circle around your nipples in a teasing caress.

“I just wanna make you happy,” he explains. One of his hands leave your breast and reaches up to cup your cheek instead, his thumb running against your smooth skin. You lean into his touch and shake your head.

“You do make me happy,” you assure him, “Forget I said anything, okay? I don’t wanna make you do something you’re not comfortable with.”

“I’ll figure it out, I promise,” he leans in to give you a soft kiss, his arms moving around your waist again. Then he rolls you so you’re on your back with him settling above you and like a well calculated homing missile, his lips cover your breast and you gasp when his tongue begins to lave at your peaked flesh eagerly. He switches to your other breast and don’t even notice when one of his hands moves lower and lower until he’s sliding two fingers into you.

“Larry..” You whimper. Now you’re a little peeved at yourself for making him feel so inadequate with your needs. Making him think sex with him is anything less than life altering and mind melting. Just because you have specific fantasies in mind that he may not be comfortable with, you’d jeopardized his confidence.

All thoughts are wiped from your mind when he crooks his fingers just right and makes sure to graze your clit so a wave of pleasure crashes against you and your hips buck against the slow but practiced movements of his hand. Every inch of your body is desperate for him and you can’t believe you wasted any time trying to make suggestions. A lesson you won’t soon forget.

When he does a little twist and sends his fingers deeper, you know you’re about to come and your hands fly down to his wrist to encourage him. Your breath comes in short bursts as he pushes you closer and closer and then he leans down to whisper into your ear, “Come for me, baby…”

His words send you over the edge and makes sure he pumps his fingers just a little bit faster so you get the most out of your orgasm. Breathless and panting, you run your fingers along his arm with a smile and lean up to give him a kiss, “You’re so good to me.”

Larry mirrors your smile and spends a long time kissing you, his fingers still working on you lazily while your hands explore his bare abdomen. It isn’t until you feel the firm heat of his erection in his pants that you decide to reach down and release him. He moans into your neck and you can feel his muscles trembling under your hand as you take him in your other one and begin to stroke him firmly.

It seems to be too much for him because then he’s pushing his jeans down and positioning himself at your entrance and thrusting into you without much finesse. You feel bad for making him so agitated, but you also kind of enjoy how rough he’s being at the moment.

He’s holding your hands in his, pinning them next to your head as he fucks you slowly at first and gradually speeds his thrusts until he’s so deep, there’s nowhere else to go and he’s pushing you slightly up the bed with each plunge. You can feel his hot breath against your shoulder where his forehead rests and you want to touch him desperately but you don’t want to ruin the moment. He’s getting carried away and his thrusts are getting harder and harder, making your soaking channel squeeze and clench around him.

He releases one of your hands and reaches between you to circle your clit with unhindered accuracy. You spasm and come immediately, your free hand wrapping around his shoulders as you cry out. He doesn’t stop there, however, and you’re not surprised because you can feel how tense he is. He fucks you until you climax at least three more times, each one even more intense than the last, and then with erratic, labored movements finally spills into you with a low moan.

He places sweet, gentle kisses along your shoulder and neck until he reaches your lips and chases your tongue with his. After indulging in one another for several minutes, he finally kicks off his pants and pulls you under the covers with him where he wraps you in his arms and continues kissing you.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he says quietly, peppering your cheek and neck with light pecks, “We can try again another time, alright?”

“Don’t worry about it,” you nestle closer to him and run your fingers through his hair, “To be clear, I wasn’t saying I’m bored with our sex life.”

“I know.”

“Good.”

And you hope he knows you mean it.

[nevillwallace97]

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Ride With Me (Part 7)

PAIRING: readerxbuckybarnes au

WORD COUNT: 2.5

WARNINGS:  light swearing and a bit of angst

*(Y/N) and Bucky arrive at the hospital to hear Pietro’s fate and discuss their future. 

PART 7 IS HERE PEOPLE!!!! As always the feed back to this AU has been phenomenal I’m so overwhelmed, you guys are the best! Feed back is greatly appreciated! 

Previous Chapter

GIFS NOT MINE

You burst through the hospital doors like a woman possessed, Bucky was hot on your tail as you both stormed down the hallway to the waiting room. You were sure you had startled a few nurses as the two of you flew down the corridor. You tried to ignore the burning smell of disinfectant, rounding the corner you were met with your friends all gathered around. You’re eyes sort out Steve and Sam first, they didn’t look too bad. Steve was sporting an impressive scrape on his cheekbone and had his left arm in a sling. Sam was sat on a plastic chair his right pant leg was stained with blood and he had a deep gash that had been stitched on his forehead. Sharon was sat next to him holding an icepack to his head, a brunette woman stood next to Steve her hand running up and down his arm. So that must be Peggy you mentally added the face to the name. The two of them were conversing with a dark haired man you didn’t recognise, they all looked up at you both but your attention was on the two women sat in the corner. Natasha’s gave you a sad smile shaking her head slightly as she rubbed the younger girls back in comfort.

“Wanda” you breathed, the brunette looked up to you, her eyes red and irritated. Letting out a pained sob wiping her cheek Wanda stood and stumbled to you. You instantly wrapped your arms around her as she buried her face in the crook of you neck sobbing softly.

“Pietro?” you asked, the question hung in the air as Bucky stood next you his hand rubbing small circles on Wanda’s back, his face was thunderous. This surprised you slightly, he was right. He did care.

“He’s been in surgery for the last hour or so, it might have been longer I’m not too sure. Everything was a bit of a blur” Sam winced, as Sharon pressed harder with the ice. You felt Wanda grip you tighter as her sobbing increased slightly.

“It’s going to be ok” you murmured softly in her ear exchanging a look with Bucky.

“Where were you two?” Natasha eyed you and Bucky. Your wet hair and damp clothing mirrored Bucky’s, it certainly looked odd.

“Not now Tasha” Bucky growled as he walked over to Steve.  

“What happened?” He demanded.

“We were driving to Pegs, it wasn’t raining to hard but the roads were a wet. You know Piet; he always likes to drive fast. Next thing I know his tire blew and he went flying. Took out Sam and me, lucky we had a few seconds to react so we weren’t thrown as bad as he was. He skidded about thirty meters down the road…” Steve explained as you ushered Wanda back to Natasha, she curved her arm across her shoulders as you took Wanda’s hand in your own.

“Nice jacket” She winked at you, you gave her a small smile as Peggy came to sit next to you giving Wanda a sympathetic look. Peggy was defiantly not what you expected, she looked better suited in a law firm than sitting around with the leather clad biker gang.

“I don’t think we’ve met, I’m Peggy”

“(Y/N), nice to meet you” Your eyes traveled to Bucky, Steve and the dark haired man.

“Whose that?” you questioned quietly to Peggy.

“That’s Tony, he supplies Thor with parts for his garage. He wasn’t far from the accident when it happened” Peggy replied in a hushed tone. You nodded looking the man up and down. His dark pantsuit was coupled with a white shirt; the sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. The suit jacket was strewn across the small coffee table; if Peggy looked out of place then Tony stuck out like a sore thumb.

“He doesn’t exactly look like a parts dealer” Natasha and Peggy chuckled softly.

“Starks father practically owns half the city. Tony sells and builds parts on the side of running five of his fathers companies” you mulled over the new information Natasha gave you, you remember Bucky mentioning a ‘Stark’ to Thor not a few hours ago. Turning your attention back to comforting Wanda you couldn’t help but overhear the men’s conversation, from the looks of it Peggy and Natasha were doing the same.

“His bike’s a mess, but I fit those tires myself! They are made of the toughest malleable rubber I could get my hands on,” Tony argued it sounded like he was trying to defend himself, something Bucky must have sensed.

“No one is questioning your equipment Tony” Bucky tried to calm the man.

“I had to design something to withstand the speed Pietro drive at, those tries don’t just blow up from no reason. And they have the best defense to wet weather so that defiantly wasn’t a factor”

“What are you saying Start? That I need my eyes checked?” Stave growled.

“I’m sure your military approved eye sight is fine Captain” Tony snapped.

“Enough, the pair of you” Bucky barked cutting the argument off swiftly. Both men shuffled on their feet, composing themselves.

“All I’m saying is that this wasn’t an accident, someone deliberately did this” Tony sighed.

“Not someone….” Bucky trailed off. You rubbed Wanda’s arm with your other had swallowing thickly. The urge to be sick was almost overwhelming, was this Schmidt’s doing?

“Wanda?” a man dressed in blue scrubs cut the hushed conversation off as all eyes snapped towards him. He seamed slightly nervous at the sudden attention. You stood as Wanda flew to the man.

“Is he ok?”

“He’s stable, he had internal bleeding and four broken ribs. A shattered wrist, his lung was punctured from one of the ribs and he has a serious case of concussion. We need to keep him in the ICU until we’re confident he can breathe on his own. He’s hooked up to a ventilator for the moment until his lungs improve. But yeah, he’s going to be ok” he smiled; you swayed slightly as you listened to the list of injuries Pietro had. A warm had pressed against your lower back, the smell of smoke and leather calmed you instantly.

“Can I see him?” Wanda pleaded, the doctor seamed torn but caved.

“Only one person at a time, we don’t want to over stimulate him” Wanda nodded eagerly hurrying through the doors into the intensive care unit.    

“Thanks Bruce” Tony shook his hand as Bruce gave everyone a nod and walked off after Wanda. Tony reached to retrieve his jacket off the table and turned to Bucky, he paused briefly surprised that he only just noticed you.

“You’d be (Y/N) I presume” you nod mutely.

“Ah not much of a talker, strange considering you had some choice words to say to little Helly the other night.” you narrowed your eyes slightly, Bucky’s hand traveled up your back beneath your jacket soothing your building anger. Tony slipped on his jacket as he addressed Bucky.

“I’ll see what I can find from speedy’s bike. I’ll call Thor, see if we can get the good old Quicksilver back up and terrorising the streets again”

“Thanks Tony” Bucky nodded to the older man who waved him off walking out of the room.

“I better get back to Coulson and let him know what happened. I’ll drop you boys home. No arguing you both need rest” Peggy’s voice was authoritative and final. Much to the displeasure of Steve and Sam, with a stern look Peggy silenced they grumbling.

“Can you drop me at work? I’ll let Clint know what’s going on. Coulson’s probably there getting a statement from Clint about last night” Sharon stood with Sam, the four of them said their goodbyes and followed Tony out.

“Peggy’s a cop?” you were surprised. You had thought lawyer or even an accountant. But a police officer, you were not expecting that.

“Yeah, she use to run the head of operations in the military. That’s how she met Steve. We have a deal with the cops, Coulson specifically. We keep an eye out on the streets. They help us out where we need it. Peg’s out main line of communication” Natasha filled you in.

“And here I thought it was all about bikes and booze” you joked falling back in the uncomfortable plastic chair.

“You look exhausted, you should go home” Natasha gave you a pointed look, here yes flicking to Bucky briefly.

“No I’m fine, I want to stay. Make sure Wanda is ok” you waved her off.

“You should listen to her doll” Bucky sank down in the chair next to you. You have him a look, why did no one understand that you were fine. He must have caught your change in mood as he cleared his throat.

“I’ll go see if this place serves a decent cup of coffee. Want one?” despite the situation and that the fact that you could feel your hair frizzing you smiled and nodded.

“That would be great thanks” Bucky searched your eyes before patting your knee.

“Won’t be long” he swiftly kissed your temple, your body leaned towards him, his body radiated warmth and you craved it.

“Coffee?” he questioned Natasha who shook her head, you could tell by here confused look she had questions.

“No I’m fine” Bucky struggled and stomped off down the hallway. You reached over to grab a generic gossip magazine, your eyes scanned the pages but you couldn’t retain any of the false information as you felt Natasha’s eyes boring into the side of your head.

“What?” you caved turning to her, the magazine falling limply in your lap.

“He’s getting you coffee” She stated as if it was obvious, you rolled you eyes turning your attention to the magazine again.

“He offered to get you one too,” you pointed out.

“Yeah as an after thought…. you guys kissed didn’t you” your cheeks felt hot as your mind flashed the feeling of Bucky’s lips on yours.

“Holy shit you did didn’t you” letting out a frustrated grunt you dropped the magazine on the empty chair next to you.

“You’d be an amazing spy if this biker thing doesn’t pan out for you” you reply dryly. She laughed leaning back in her chair.

“I have to say I’m impressed (Y/N) not even a week and you’ve already got our fearless leader jumping over hoops for you” you run a hand through your hair groaning.

“It’s wasn’t part of my master plan just so you know, I moved back to get away from all the biker politics. I wasn’t exactly jumping for joy when I almost go shot” you snapped at her, you immediately regretted your words. Natasha had been nothing but accepting of you now here you were throwing it back in her face.

“I’m sorry, it’s just… everything is happening so fast and I feel like I have no control of what’s happening” you admit to the red head. There was a silent exchange between the two of you, your words hung heavy in the air.

“Look you have a past, I get it. We all do but if I can give you some advice. Bucky’s a good guy, not matter what anyone else says” you went to reply but Bucky’s arrival announcing that hospital coffee was like drinking diluted dish water interrupted you. Peering into the plastic cup with caution you looked to Natasha who was giving you a smile that the Cheshire cat would be proud of. You were glad Bucky was non-the wiser, Natasha’s it did nothing to sooth the uneasy feeling you had in your stomach. Part of you wondered if Jeremy was right to keep things from you, your life was a lot simpler that’s for sure.  

You don’t remember falling asleep, but when you woke up you were curled into a ball in the waiting room chair. You head was resting on Bucky’s shoulder, his cheek was pressed on top of your head as he flicked through the magazine you were attempting to read. You scanned the room for Natasha but there was no sign of her.

“You know it’s all trash right? Non of it’s real” you mused stretching out, detaching your head from his warm body.  

“So Mila Kunis isn’t single!” Bucky cried with mock outrage, flicking back a few pages.

“Damn, though I had a chance with her again” he grinned cheekily at you; you laughed slightly but then remembered where you were.

“Where’s Natasha?”

“She left about twenty minutes ago to get some spare clothes for Wanda, she conned Bruce into letting her stay the night” you hummed in understanding.

“Come on doll, you really should go home” you sighed nodding in agreement; Bucky took your hand leading you down the corridor. You walked in silence to his parked bike still outside the hospital. The drive back to your apartment was much the same, as you walked up the stairs Bucky still hadn’t said anything since the hospital and it was driving you crazy.

“Do you really think Schmidt’s behind all of this?” you finally asked the burning question as you unlocked your apartment, you turned to see Bucky looked to the ground with a dejected look.

“It wouldn’t be the first time something like this happened” he admitted, you like out a surprised gasp.

“He’s done this before? Why hasn’t anyone reported it!”?

“Because doll, he’s sneaky and he’s meticulous. Ophelia his fiancé is the same people call her the viper and for good reason” you didn’t know what to say. It felt like the longest day of your life and you wanted nothing more to fall into bed and sleep for a week. You paused trying to figure out what was the best way to word your thoughts to Bucky.

“Did you…. I mean, do you want to stay a little while?” you bit your lip as Bucky smirked slightly letting out a long breathe.

“As much as I would love to doll, you were right. Thing are moving a bit fast, and with Pietro….” he trailed off as you winced slightly. So he heard your conversation with Natasha then…great.

“I like you (Y/N) I do. I meant what I said on the dock, but my friends are my family and they need me right now. I hope you can understand, let me sort out all this shit with Schmidt first. I don’t want the next person to be in that place to be you” you wanted to be mad; you wanted to be furious and curse him and his mother out. But some twisted part of you understood; you knew what it was like trying to do the right thing. That’s why you left Chicago after all.

“I understand, just don’t make me wait to long” you leaned against the open door; Bucky’s face broke into a relieved smile as he stepped forward. His hands cupped your cheeks as he kissed you softly and soundly.

“It’s you and me, I know it. I’m always gonna come back to you doll” and for the first time in a while, you felt your chest lighten.

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