#maybe something in there about Doing The Same Thing Again in a way that appears superior on the surface while not substantially effecting

[wintersera]

02 — a cure?

masterlist

— pairing: kim minjeong x scientist!reader

notes: got so invested on the worldbuilding part of the fic, but it all came out good... i hope! but also another note, i fucking copy and pasted the fic twice and i didn’t realise so i had to go downstairs to my pc to make the whole process faster 😭

cw: pwp, smut, noncon, virgin!reader, g!p, gangbang, clones, minjeong has a panic attack, drugging, blood, needles, injections, non consensual experiments, unethical practices, violence, use lf guns, the mutants AGAIN

wc: 12k

the things that you and minjeong had done only a few hours ago endlessly replayed in your mind since the very minute you had woken up. and to be quite frank, you wanted to do it all again. 

her touch lingered on your skin; thighs so soft and delicate that it sent involuntary shivers alongside your back picturing her silky thighs pressed against your head.

but now was not the time to bring it up. with a cough you tossed over your neatly folded lab coat towards minjeong’s direction - which was a surprise to the latter considering your unkempt appearance yesterday. following the lab coat was the fake id you always kept to the side for situations such as these ones. 

it was urgent that you and minjeong had to get out of the facility before anyone senses something strange in the air. your colleagues were quite perceptive after all. somehow they’d notice really minor things such as the pressure in the room changing abruptly.

“about what happened last night…” after catching the smooth plasticky card in her hands, minjeong pushed herself onto her feet with a groan that blended into the creaking of the bed, ruffling her blonde locks as she blatantly avoided your unwavering gaze “was it uncomfortable?”

“no. it was- uh, really good… you tasted good…” inside the room fell a heavy silence. a few shuffles heard from you as your hands needed to fiddle with the fabric on your coat, and as for minjeong, she held tight onto the card, scratching its surface with her short cut nails.

“yeah?” between the two of you was an unbearably wide gap that was itching to be closed. a couple hitched breaths sounded as the two of you stood in an odd silence. that was until minjeong inched closer and closer to your already hot and bothered body “can i maybe return the favour…?”

“i- i don’t know…” your response came out in short breaths, pulse quickening as you caught onto her words “i’d like you to, but what if i react weird”

“who cares. i don’t know if you knew, but you were quite vocal when you were eating me out” she chuckles, once again ruffling her own hair out of her face.

“mmm… okay then” now that it was your turn to be on the receiving end of minjeong’s ministrations, you - like previously, didn’t know what to do with your hands or legs, well your entire body to be fair. so, now you were stood frozen up against the wall, trapped between minjeong’s petite body and her seemingly toned arms that you didn’t notice prior. 

fitting for minjeong’s mischievous personality, she flashes you a quick cheeky grin before leaning into your neck, leaving tingly open mouthed kisses on your skin “you… you were too cute last night… hard for me to resist… especially when you’re so clueless about… these things” as she spoke with each kiss, not only did her silky smooth voice send jolts up your spine, but the way her hands languidly travelled from your waist all the way down to then tenderly caress your thighs had you silently begging for her to do whatever she wished with your body.

hot breath fanning against your lips for the second time since last night, your heart almost leapt out of your chest by how close you were in proximity to her doll-like face. her porcelain like skin glimmered underneath the saturated light on your bedside table, highlighting her features in a way you weren’t able to gaze upon last night. needy hands caressed her cheek, feeling that same smooth skin against the warmth of your palm.

in return to the soothing touch that rested on her cheek, with a smooth motion, minjeong’s knee slid between your thighs, parting them ever so easily. you felt a wave of heat wash over you in that moment, realising just how effortlessly minjeong turned your mind into putty with nothing but a little friction on your clothed pussy “so reactive too…” 

as her hands hastily unbuttoned your fastened pants, her soft lips pressed against yours, catching you in a heated kiss. tongue slipping inside, both hers and your moans muffled together as minjeong’s hand manoeuvred your hips around to grind against her knee, prompting you to throw your arms around her neck to bring her in closer.

“can i?” a few seconds after unbuttoning your pants, her knee moved away from your parted thighs, and instead, her hand cupped over your heat “please?”

you nodded with a gulp. she instantly pulled away the flimsy fabric to reveal your damp pussy, her fingers hovering over your throbbing clit “promise i’ll be gentle. it’s your first time after all” she snickered annoyingly, earning a light punch from you to her shoulder.

“shut up- mngh, your fingers…” minjeong didn’t give you time to respond back. instead, she immediately went to trace soft and gentle circles around your clit; a small huff escaping your lips from the feather-like touch.

“already soaked, huh?” she cooed into the shell of your ear, collecting the slick that dripped from your hole and onto your exposed inner thighs “i haven’t even done that much and your pussy is drooling for my fingers… so naughty, y/n”

those words, the way she uttered your name with such ease, the intensity of her piercing gaze melting into a subtle gentleness once it had landed on your face - god, it was electrifying. it made you weak in the knees, almost stumbling over as her voice delicately caressed each syllable of your name.

“fuck… it feels like- like my body is on fire” your body squirmed around as she continued to gently rub your clit in lazy motions. 

although you didn’t really seem to care too much last night, you were suddenly aware that your walls weren’t as thick as minjeong thought they were. seeing as how she continued her work, not giving a shit whatsoever, your free hand flew to your mouth, covering the obscene moans threatening to escape “aww, no fun doc. move your hand aside” rather than simply swatting away your hand, she held your wrist above your head, pinning you against the wall with her painfully strong grip “let me have the privilege of hearing me take your first”

preparing you with some more extra teasing touches on your now swollen clit, minjeong licks a long stripe down your neck with a devilish grin “min… jeong. that tickles~” you giggle between breathy moans, but it all came to a stop once her fingers began to caress your folds in an overwhelming manner. thighs closing around her hand, minjeong clicks her tongue - not in annoyance, but out of slight frustration. you couldn’t help it though. her slender fingers, and that delicate touch of hers, made your once hushed whimpers turn into a much louder moan “ha… hah~ fingers feel good”

“i can make it feel so much better” slowly, ever so slowly, minjeong pushed one finger inside of your tight pussy, paying close attention to your reactions just in case you showed any signs of discomfort “relax for me y/n… i promise it’ll feel amazing” she moaned out once she felt the warmth envelop around her.

upon the foreign intrusion, your eyebrows furrowed, mouth fell open as you adjusted yourself to the new sensations you were feeling inside “nngh— so long~” you whine aloud as you slightly buck your hips into minjeong’s hand “i-is that… is that all?” tears were somehow already forming in your eyes, creating this sort of puppy like expression minjeong found extremely arousing. eyes glistening in the light, and that small pout on your face as your free hand held tight around minjeong’s wrist, stopping her from making any sudden movements flipped a switch in her head.

“it’s not. i think you should take one more finger for me… think you can do that?” as much as you thought you couldn’t take more than just one finger, you nod, not wanting to disappoint minjeong. 

minjeong watched closely as her ring finger disappeared into your tight hole, the squelching noises of your pussy satisfying her needs. you, however, felt as though it was too much. streams of tears rolled down your cheeks with the addition of another finger added inside “ahhn— you can- haa… you can move, right now… p-please?” words didn’t come out of your mouth the way you wanted them to sound, in which minjeong thought was so amusing since she thought you spoke fairly formal.

so she listened, gliding her two fingers in and out, watching how your face contorted in pleasure once she had hit a spot that made you react more “there… ah- there feels good…”

“oh? that’s where you’re sensitive, huh…?” she cooed in your ear with that honey-dipped tone of hers, causing you to shudder. 

fingers hitting deep inside of you, she curls them, pressing against a spot so sensitive that your words came out with a high pitched whine “can’t… can’t- so good”

minjeong hadn’t even started, and yet here you were, writhing and squirming pathetically trapped between the wall and her “i’m gonna get rougher from here… i can’t help myself. you’re just so reactive and it’s turning me on way too much” her last thread of sanity finally snapped, rhythmically thrusting her fingers in and out of you sopping wet hole with a speed that couldn’t be described even by you.

“fuck… oh, fuck y/n. your pussy is dripping” minjeong could feel her body heating up, getting way more affected by your moans than what she had anticipated. from the way you were clenching around her fingers, the moans that you struggled to contain, how your body reacted to everything she was doing. it was like she was trapped in some sort of daze.

she couldn’t help it, really. she needed to take your first in a way that it would be impossible to ever forget about her. so, with the hand that pinned your wrists above your head, she lowered them down to your heat, her fingertips grazing over your swollen clit, teasing around the sensitive bud. 

she was losing her cool, her composure. but at this point she couldn’t care less if she appeared desperate in your eyes. as she carried on playing with your clit; fingers mercilessly ramming themselves into your tight pussy, your reaction was to bite down onto your fist to stifle any incoming moans that. 

“ngh… min- minjeong… slow down~” your voice came out in a high pitched whine. it was like you weren’t able to control how your words came out. at the end of almost every sentence, you had to end it with that whiny tone.

“sorry. i don’t feel like stopping anytime soon” her two hands focused solely on pleasuring you, bringing you to an array of feelings you had never felt at such intensity before. it was all too overwhelming for your first time, but you guess you wouldn’t have it any other way, especially if it was with minjeong.

“don’t hold back your voice. let me hear more of those noises you make” your moans and cries increased in volume overtime, but now you couldn’t care less. all your thoughts were filled with minjeong, minjeong and more of her as her fingers kept on pumping inside of you; the sounds of your own soaking pussy being fucked rough echoing into your ears “oh fuck… just like that y/n. keep moaning for me like that” 

minjeong was completely lost in the moment- and completely lost in you, not being able to think straight with the way you were giving her the best responses ever. she almost felt dizzy, her mind filled with utter filth that she failed to realise that you were gripping onto the back of her shirt with such an intense amount of force “minjeong, my god… i can’t-“ 

the knot in the pit of your stomach, that had been formed over the course of a few long minutes, was on its last thread “close, i think- i think i’m gonna cum” you rested your head against the cold of the walls, looking up at the ceiling before squeezing your eyes shut with one guttural groan.

your body had tensed up, thighs pressing together trapping minjeong’s wrist between them. for a split second your vision turned white. after a while of basking in your orgasm, you fell limp in her arms, your whole body feeling restless once you had came back into consciousness.

“fu… ck” you heaved, trying to catch your breath as minjeong’s fingers continued to delicately caress your clit, even though you were still overly sensitive “d-did you have fun there?” you chuckle wearily, tugging on her sleeve to get her to stop.

“mmm, you’re just so soaked” collecting your juices on her fingertips, she brings them up to her mouth, tasting your juices and humming “might need to eat you out next time”

for your first time being on the receiving end, it was definitely an experience you would never forget. you were especially glad that it was specifically with minjeong and none of your fuckass colleagues.

honestly, you could get used to this feeling. maybe too much would get you hooked onto it knowing that you have an addictive personality.

now that you were spent of all your energy, you drag your feet across the floor, bringing minjeong along as you flop onto the bed for a quick, and well deserved, nap.

—

what you thought would take a long while of explaining, turned out to be a good 5 minutes of casually talking to the guard outside the walls, saying that you and your ‘assistant’ were going out for some ‘research’. that was way easier than you had anticipated.

early mornings were always annoyingly hot almost everyday, but that was normal considering that the waste from the wars prior to this era were messing with the earth's atmosphere. to make matters ten times worse, you and minjeong stepped with heavy feet across the barren landscape of what used to be a bustling city in an excruciatingly heavy hazmat suit underneath the sweltering rays of the sun.

“haah… we’ve been walking… way too long doc. where… where the hell are we even heading to?” to your surprise, minjeong was having quite a hard time adjusting to the weight of the suit. her exhaustion in mind, you decided it was time for a break after that dragged out 1 hour of walking down a heavily damaged bridge. 

no signs of safe places to rest, and an onslaught of mutants were picked up by your radar not too long ago. you sigh and carry on your walk with minjeong warily checking her surroundings with the plasma rifle held tight in her hands “we’re heading to my bunker. it’s pretty far out. my apologies”

your bunker. located somewhere east from the facility. this is where you would usually spend your time working on more personal projects of yours. be it working on a cure, or having a fleshed out plan of how to move yourself into a higher position so that you were able to provide the other scientists with much better resources and et cetera.

it also harboured a vast range of better equipment you ‘borrowed’ from the facility with the excuse of “i just lost the equipment in a mutant attack” or “i got raided by bandits and all my supplies are gone”. thankfully you had a few acquaintances here and there to help out with the more physical aspects of moving said equipment into your bunker.

and thank god you were a powerful asset to the military. if you weren’t, then well, there would be no way they would trust you enough with their hard earned machines.

“oh my god… how much longer is the journey?” clearly exhausted, minjeong trailed behind you with drooping shoulders. you had walked this path many times before with a few hiccups time to time, so obviously you were used to the lengthy journey. it also provided exercise as you never exerted your body to these lengths whilst sitting still in your lab.

with no proper break, and a few mutants around the area, you estimated a good 3 and a half hours by foot “if there were people nearby, we could’ve asked for a ride by now but…” 

no one in sight. 

in every corner, in every crumbled building - hell, even in the damn water. mutants everywhere.

“it’ll be a while till we find a place we could rest” the buildings around you held little to no safe place, and the next city was about 1 hour away. plus, the bridge you and minjeong stood on stretched out way further than minjeong could ever imagine. she was exhausted as a person could ever get, but there was no room for even a one minute stop.

“we could’ve taken the many vehicles inside the facility, but you decided to walk all the way out?” it was clear that minjeong was feeling a tad frustrated, and honestly who wouldn’t be if you were walking in a hot suit with the chances of heatstroke.

“where we’re going, it’s a bad idea to take any vehicle really. one time i did that and a massive mutant chased me down until i radioed the nearest watchpost”

“that sounds traumatising…” and it was.

you and minjeong stayed on high alert for the time being. the city often harboured a few class C or D mutants, especially around the bridge where most people came driving through.

honestly though, this bridge was far too long and annoying, but there wasn’t much choice in paths either way. the rest of the surrounding areas were too high in radiation that it often made your geiger counters explode once you stepped a few inches near a building, and also the amount of hostile creatures - and sometimes people, would pose far too much of a threat to you.

a few minutes had gone by and the heat became unbearably hot. unfortunately your suits weren’t equipped with some sort of cooling system, which you thought they at least should implement in the near future… why haven’t they done that yet is still a mystery to you. 

exhausted as ever, you looked around for anywhere to sit for a couple of minutes, seconds even, but to your avail, there was no shade that could provide the necessary cooling that you and minjeong craved so desperately.

“fuck… how much… how much… how much longer doc?”

it was a miracle that she was still able to talk with the amount of huffing she was doing. to answer her question, you reply with a half-assed hum. the heat started to affect you more than it usually would for no good reason.

out of nowhere, a pretty battered car pulled up besides you; a familiar face, finally.

“hwang yeji?” the ginger haired older woman clad in rad proof gear nodded. a comfortable hand sat gently on the leather wheel of the car, and with a reassuring smile, the woman unlocked her doors.

“heya doctor! you out on another one of your expeditions?” yeji, a lone bounty hunter, waved at you with a charming smile. you met the woman a few years ago whilst you were studying the radioactivity in one of the nearby cities, and let's just say your first impressions of eachother weren’t exactly great.

she had shot you right in the leg on accident thinking you were one of the mutants with that big ass hazmat suit of yours, and you had shot her back out of fear. but then after a few fated encounters later down the years, you two had become good acquaintances, often trading a few things here and there.

“no. just heading towards the next city. think you can give us a lift?” you spoke casually, pointing back to minjeong, who stood right beside you with the barrel of the gun directly aimed at yeji’s head. despite the situation, yeji didn’t budge, but her eyes scanned minjeong up and down, her hands clenching into fists.

“she’s feisty. did you pick her up from the slums?” she cackled, tilting her chin upwards in an attempt to size minjeong up “…heading to the same place as usual, doctor?”

to your left, you could see minjeong’s finger graze above the trigger, her jaw tense as she breathed out a steady breath through her nostrils “put your gun down minjeong. she’s an acquaintance of mine” as you spoke with a soft yet commanding voice, she carefully lowered the rifle, keeping a keen on yeji for any suspicious movements. bounty hunters were never to be trusted in her books.

“oh and she listens to you too? you’ve got yourself a cute guard dog” yeji was somewhat of a quirky character. you never understood the little comments she would throw out whenever you accompanied her - or vice versa, but you guess that was her own charm. 

“i guess so… it’s not like that. she’s just with me because i need to keep her away from the military” oh, and also because she did keep you safe. like a guard dog.

“yeah yeah, sure” waving her hand back, ushering the two of you two hurry up and get inside her car, yeji turns towards the road, or whatever was left of it “now get inside the car. i’ll drop you two off” 

—

through many hiccups throughout the journey to one city to another, it took yeji approximately 1 hour and 17 minutes to get your usual location “you stay safe. and you, minjeong, keep the doctor in your line of sight. this idiot sometimes runs into dangerous situations if she finds anything interesting… especially when it comes to mutants” minjeong nodded. unlocking the car doors to let you out, yeji gave you a sealed and crumpled up envelope containing some coins from the bounty she completed a couple days ago “oh, and y/n, if you need anything, come down to the outskirts. ryujin and the kids miss you”

“…will do. you keep safe as well, miss hwang” minjeong couldn’t shake off the feeling that something was strange about yeji. she had this sort of aura about her that made her feel queasy. as they were cramped in the backseat of her car, minjeong made a few small observations about her; how she nervously fiddled with her hands, gaze never meeting yours neither hers, that guilty expression on her face. something wasn’t quite right.

“there’s something off putting about that woman… she’s kind of weird, don’t you think?” in some way, you agree. yeji was this mysterious person to you. she had never shared a lot of things about herself, never really had the need to talk about her worries even though you had known her for almost 4 years.

“i’ve had my suspicions, but i can’t lose her… i mean she provides me with supplies since i’m always cooped up in the bunker” but besides that, you and minjeong were in the middle of a road. 

back then, this was south korea’s capital, seoul. now it was just a big pile of rubble; abandoned and rusted cars that could no longer be used, crumbling skyscrapers that were bound to tumble, schools that still had their banners up even if it was nothing more than a few pieces of fabric flapping in the air. you name it.

seoul was the main target for many nuclear bombs being dropped alongside busan, incheon, daegu and ulsan. with the amounts of radiation inside the capital, seoul was the first city to fall out of the remaining cities during that era of time.

deemed unsafe by the military, no one touched, or even went close to the city unless they were permitted to do so. it was no wonder why it kept the same shape as it did when it was first destroyed.

although you’d never been superstitious, every time you had explored within the buildings, you couldn’t shake off the feeling that you could hear the souls of thousands of people trapped inside, their voices echoing through the hollow streets, filled with cries for their loved ones. it was most haunting around schools and hospitals. usually the supposed souls’ voices were amplified near school or hospital grounds, but you always brushed it off and continued with your search.

“minjeong…?” however, the younger girl was more skittish. swivelling her body around to take in the mass destruction surrounding her “are you alright?”

“yeah no, i’m fine.” you knew she was keeping up a guard by how she was stiff whenever she walked right besides you, jolting whenever your shoulders brushed past each other, or how she had a tight grip on the rifle “no i’m bullshitting you… i’m not fine. this place is freaking me the fuck out. where the hell are all the mutants?”

given the high intensity of radiation that kept within seoul, you would have expected mutants to be gathering in larger groups, making them way too common in the area. however, there was an eerie silence that had fallen upon the city. your voice trembled in response to the observation “i-i don’t know. let’s just move, we can’t stay idle for too long…”

“hey doc, can we go over there?”

“hm?” minjeong pointed towards what seemed to be an apartment complex. its structure had withered over time, but it stood strong despite the amounts of material crumbling off its walls. you both exchanged a quick glance, both aware of the risks associated with entering such a building in that state. minjeong seemed determined to explore, and you weren’t one to deny the girl of her curiosity. after all, you would do the same if you found something of your interest.

as you and minjeong pushed open the door, it creaked loudly, sending a cloud of dust flying into your field of vision. for a moment, you were stunned momentarily and completely blinded, then straight after you had collected yourself, you quickly wiped your sleeve across your face shield.

"shit" minjeong cursed under her breath “got a light?” opening her bag with a grimace, you toss her one of your flashlights, retrieving another one for yourself.

“care to share why you’re interested in this building?” once you were inside the pitch black room, you flicked on the flashlight, scanning the area for any threats before you proceeded into what appeared to be some sort of lobby. the furniture that was once pristine and polished - to which you assumed so given the decoration aesthetics, had now been damaged beyond repair, and the same applied to the electrical wiring. some cables hung from the ceiling, no sparks flying out of them was a good sign, but still one to keep in mind just in case the whole building may or may not explode if you decided to turn a switch on.

“i don’t know. kinda amazed by this behemoth of a structure, and it seems like a perfect place to rest for now” minjeong proceeded forward, up a flight of stairs at your suggestion since the elevators looked like a death trap waiting to be triggered. 

“right, good idea. make sure there’s no danger nearby, minjeong” she simply nods, leading the way upwards as her steps become heavier with each thump. 

minjeong’s breath became evidently shakier, her actions clumsier as her pace started to increase up the stairs “hey- hey slow down minjeong, i can’t keep up”

once at her desired floor, she began to lightly run towards one of the apartment doors, frantically feeling for the opening with what you could determine as a few incoherent swears and whispers “fuck… fuck, the door won’t budge” the lock couldn’t be picked, and ramming your entire body - plus minjeong’s, into the door didn’t work either. the thing was practically welded shut “is there any other way we can get inside?” by the way her voice wavered each time she cursed under her breath and the way she started to fumble around with her equipment, you could tell that somehow this specific room held some sort of significance to her.

“i’m not sure, but maybe if we ram into it again, it’ll open” the both of you collided into the door one last time before its hinges broke. the impact of your two bodies slamming into the metal had enough force that both you and minjeong fell flat onto the door. the aftermath of the action was prominent in your shoulders as the dull pain that was throbbing quite intensely had possibly left a quite gnarly bruise on your upper arm.

inside was a standard apartment room; a kitchen, a living room, a bathroom and one bedroom. nothing too special to you, yet for minjeong, it was another story.

standing in the middle, minjeong took a deep breath as she closely inspected her surroundings. frozen and unable to utter one word, all of a sudden she felt nostalgia hit her. silently moving in her tracks, she entered the bedroom with careful steps, creaking open the raggedy door with shaky hands.

upon seeing the room in its abandoned glory, a wave of memories washed over her. nights spent aimlessly studying for exams that no longer mattered, the lazy mornings she stayed comfortable in her bed after a crazy night out with her closest friends, the late night conversations she had with her parents after many stressful days, midday naps she had with her dog when the suns rays bled through the curtains. once a place of comfort now a desolate and empty room with nothing but dust and ash everywhere, walls chipped and so forth. 

it was her bedroom. her apartment.

she had hoped that somehow some of her personal belongings survived the erosion of time, and fortunately for her, the thing that kept her moving forward was still preserved in her cracked drawers. 

a worn out family photo kept hidden inside a tough container.

held between her fingers was the small polaroid of her family posing together outside a building. a deep and shaky sigh fell from her lips, caressing the film with her thumb. in the picture was their family dog at the front, minjeong’s older brother playfully posing whilst her mother and father held the two of them in a loving embrace right before minjeong was sent off to the company that kept her frozen for years to come. 

scouring through the drawer again, minjeong fishes out a couple more items. one being her graduation photo, a worn out diary that was barely intact; the poor thing was shred to pieces inside, yet it still held up with its leather covering. and that was it.

the room served as a time capsule, filled with familiar items minjeong had once owned in what seemed like another life time. as she slowly paced around her bedroom, examining the millennia old room; untouched, but destroyed beyond repair, her saddened eyes roamed over the remnants of her past life, each unearthed corner still reminding her of little snippets of life that she could barely remember now. the weight of the past and the stark reality of her current situation suddenly hit her like a tidal wave drowning her in a flood of nostalgic memories. regrets and despair. 

out of nowhere, it felt as if air was being sucked out of her lungs. why was it hard to breathe… why couldn’t she breathe? that’s all she wanted to do, and yet it was almost impossible to do so. her chest tightened in a manner unknown to her, and it hurt so bad. 

minjeong slumped against the wall, weight seemed to press her down with a crushing force and it felt sickening, stomach churning around with anxiety “hey… hey… minjeong—” the world around her fell into a deafening silence. then, just seconds after, a high pitched ring interrupted her inner turmoil. she clutched her chest with her hand, bundling up the fabric together in a tight knot as she slid down the wall ever so slowly.

“i- i can’t… i can’t breathe… it hurts- it hurts…” her voice meek and vulnerable, trembled low in the dense air. her body curled into a ball, hugging her legs close to her chest whilst she attempted to still her sharp gasps “hurts… help- it hurts doctor…”

panic seized her mind, zeroing in her vision onto one singular point in her room. everything around that vision blurred, and eventually darkened as the sudden attack paralysed her general movement. not only could she not breathe, but she couldn’t move her arms, nor legs “i’m gonna die… i feel like i’m gonna die, doctor… i’m gonna die” she doubled over, body shaking uncontrollably, tears streaming from her eyes and onto the front panel of her visor.

you observed minjeong from a distance, equally frozen in place. heart aching in concern, mind racing with anxiety. you yearned to do something, anything, to alleviate her from her distress, but it was as if your feet were glued to the floor. the sight of her scrunched up body quivering, her sharp exhales, her widened eyes and shaking pupils were too overwhelming for you. every word of comfort or reassurance you tried to offer evaporated in the air, lips stuttering as you made an attempt to find suitable words to say, but your own feelings of inadequacy and panic made it near impossible to do anything deemed as meaningful.

in one way or another, you pried your feet off the floor in desperation. closer and closer, you knelt down next to minjeong “f-focus on my breathing, alright?” locking eyes with her, you take a deep inhale, encouraging her to follow your lead “you’ll be alright minjeong… just keep steadying your breathing. now exhale for me” 

the two of you repeated this process for a few minutes, you specifically kept a sharp eye on minjeong as she noticeably relaxed the muscles in her face “good job,” as you praised her, your hand instinctively rested on top of her shoulder, massaging away the tension “you’re doing an amazing job… just keep on breathing”

eventually, minjeong’s breathing started to slow, but she was still shaken up from the abrupt and extremely unexpected panic attack. never had she once experienced one, let alone one this intense. she truly felt like she was on the brink of death once she had noticed that her throat felt like it had been squeezed tight.

“yes, that’s it minjeong. your breathing is steady… good job” your hand gently massaged her shoulders in a circular motion, keeping a rather keen eye on minjeong’s body language and facial expressions in case she had reacted negatively to your touch.

“i’m fine, i’m fine now… c-could you help me up?” your hand extended out, held hers firm and pulled her up to her feet “thanks” she brushed herself off, stuffing the pictures in the backpack as she plops herself onto the rickety bed.

the two of you stayed silent for a couple of minutes, but not because the situation was awkward, you both needed a well deserved rest after the hours of walking you did.

“need to grab anything else before we leave?” your aching body refused to move, but staying in probably one of the most radioactive places in south korea, it was best to start heading out.

“no, not really” minjeong pushed herself off the bed and onto her two restless feet, stretching a little as she reached the straps of her backpack “let’s move” 

you noticed the lack of colour in her voice, sentences coming out shorter and less engaging. but that was fine, you guess. her eyes looked a little less alive, and little to no expression was seen on her face.

as much as you wanted to know what she was thinking about, you bit back your tongue just in case your questions came out as interrogating and rather insensitive.

beside you was the door that lead out to the living room. following minjeong’s words, you opened it without precaution, and now…

a slender humanoid figure stood eerily still in front of you. it’s skin burnt, resembling a deep and dark charcoal colour. it had little to no muscle or meat on it’s body, and it’s arms stretched out, almost reaching the floor (a/n: picture scp-096 if you know, you know) 

while your legs stayed frozen in place, minjeong’s head peaked around the door, questioning why you hadn’t took a step out of the bedroom “there's no way in hell…” holding back a gasp, eyes raked up and down the figures body, her hand swiftly made way to the rifle, cocking it quickly.

right behind the lanky creature was a much smaller, yet equally terrifying figure. although small in height, it made up for it with the physique of a bodybuilder, minus the rotting flesh that hung loose from its body. 

“can we make a run for it?” minjeong asked as she hid behind the door frame, the barrel of the gun poking out to take aim.

“does it look like we can?” you whisper, shuffling back into the room, away from the two humanoid mutants towering over the two of you.

the slender ones arms gradually lifted into the air. its bludgeoned in red eyes in contrast to its dark body provided an unsettling appearance as it pierced straight into your soul, all while the bulkier one stepped closer with heavy thuds, its muscles flexing and twitching in unnatural… and extremely grotesque ways.

“pst- minjeong. minjeong” your body stayed stiff, but your head turned towards minjeong with a hushed shout “shoot that one in the head” you point with your eyes towards the muscular mutant, sweat dripping down your forehead and back of your neck at the sight of its zombie like appearance.

instantaneously, arms flew around the air, claws flailed around the room as the lanky mutant began to wail with a hoarse voice. its razor sharp claws swiped across, hitting everything that stood in its path; a gush of air blowing you back into the bedroom wall with a dull thud left you winded.

“shit” one and two shots sounded while you sprawled on the ground in pain. clutching your hazmat suit in a tight fist as you gasp for air. minjeong’s precise aim pierced through the skull, exploding the muscular mutants head, splattering the walls with thick, bright crimson congealed blood all over the crumbling bricks.

its accompanying friend cried out once more, erratically throwing its arms around in a fit of sorrow, or possibly rage - it was hard to tell from its disfigured face, all bloodied and torn. in that fit of overwhelming emotions, the thing lunges itself onto minjeong, ripping off a chunk of the fabric from her hazmat suit “STOP, NO—“ 

at the speed of light, you - finally standing tall after you caught your breath, yank away the rifle “fuck- fuck?!” minjeong laid on the floor, desperately fending off the creature as its claws dug deep into her flesh “shit, okay- okay i got this”

your shaky hands trembled as you aimed for its head, fingers twitched against the trigger, breath quickening.

it opened its mouth wide, baring its pointed teeth as it let out a thunderous screech. from its mouth, acidic saliva spat out everywhere, burning little holes into the front panel of minjeong’s visor, almost- just almost, dripping near her eyes.

operating a gun was proving to be much harder than it appeared. the trigger was hard to pull back, and you had precious little time before the creature would pulverise minjeong into oblivion with its deadly claws.

“shit- shit” bullets punctured into the creature's body sporadically, hitting everywhere but its vitals parts. a hit to the leg, one to the shoulder and a few scrapes across its face caused it to pull back from minjeong’s injured body with a grunt “stay still you—“ regaining its composure, its head whipped towards you, almost giving itself whiplash by the way its neck snapped in place. eerie aura emanating from the way it stood perfectly still in the dimness of the room. you stepped back cautiously, using this time to prepare yourself for the next shot, preferably to its head.

you pressed down hard on the trigger, silently praying that your shot would be the last one you would ever shoot.

crackling noises echoed through the air as the high concentrated energy beam zipped across the room, landing straight into the creature’s stomach. taken aback, it clutched its body tight in its deformed hands.

mutant rendered motionless, and your one way exit out of the building metres away, you push the creature with as much force as possible, knocking its body to the ground with a crash “hold on— hold on for me minjeong”

there was a large wound on minjeong’s abdomen where the mutant had dug quite deep. nothing too gorey, but still, an injury that deep - plus being exposed to high amounts of radiation unprotected, stuck minjeong in a difficult situation. whether she would stay alive or not was an obvious question to answer; taking her out would be a better option, yet you inexplicably decided to keep her alive with you.

you hastily scooped her into your arms, somehow stuffing the rifle into her bag - the front sticking out of the zip, as you carried it on one of your shoulders; also carrying your other backpack on the other.

rushing down the stairs, making sure not to trip over your shoes or a random pile of rubble, the mutant groggily lifts itself up from the ground, the sounds of it thumping on the third floor, looking around for you.

so now that you were outside of the building, minjeong’s body was still exposed to the radiation, and the blood trickling from her injury stained part of the white hazmat suit a deep red “we’ll be there soon. just- just hold on”

you looked around for any sort of vehicle that could start up, but to your misfortune, all were unusable. and if they were, it would be impossible to start anyway. the use of petrol in outdated cars, even if they were working, would be futile. petrol stations were clearly closed, and plus, you didn’t know how to operate an old car.

“fuck” you cursed under your breath. a pocket knife you had in your pocket was handy in moments like these. with nothing to wrap or patch up minjeong’s deep wound, you almost give up on her. but you just couldn’t. ripping off a large chunk of her already ripped clothes, you tie the fabric over her wound.

finally, as the sun began to set, your time to get to safety decreased as the night sky came. trudging across the barren city to your next location, your stomach growled. god, you couldn’t wait to get back to your bunker.

cryogenic incident log no.3. a follow up

subject: patient 0101, kim minjeong.

vitals: somehow stable despite the intense exposure to radiation. pulse and respiratory rates are within a decent range. brain activity is fine.

condition: unconscious due to a significant amount of blood loss.

notes: subject kim minjeong was exposed for around 30 to 45 minutes of intense radiation. however, the subject seems to show no signs of skin redness or radiation burns. which is strange… i disposed of the subject's clothes and washed her thoroughly before inspection. her other belongings are stored safely in a decontamination room alongside my personal belongings i hauled along with me.

kwon [redacted].

date: 17/01/30xx

—

legs and arms strapped down, leather tight onto her skin and laid flat across the table, minjeong stirred awake with a groan. waking up to a bright light shining down onto her face, with you hovering above her. she jolts up suddenly before hissing at the sharp pain she felt in her lower abdomen.

“finally, you’re awake” you back up, letting minjeong’s confusion settle in “i’ve cleaned and patched up your wound. think i did a pretty good job stitching you up” 

“what?” as much as she wanted to move her limbs, she couldn’t budge one bit “why’d you tie me to a table though…”

you shrug, placing the suture needle onto the operation table “for all i know, you could’ve turned into a nasty looking mutant with how long you were exposed” you gave her one closer look, examining her naked body for any signs of change “but you didn’t… and that’s weird”

“how so?” she questions “does mutation happen that quickly?”

“in the area we’re in, yes” only in seoul could a person undergo mutation in under minutes. the intensity was no joke. a person could strip themselves of their hazmat suits and suffer the worst radiation burn possible in a mere 3 minutes “so it’s odd to see that you’re not turning into a pile of melted flesh”

“fuck… i guess i’m lucky then, huh?” her smile and chuckle lasted a few seconds before she returned to neutrality.

“there’s no such thing as luck minjeong. there must be something up with your genetics”

“so, what now. gonna keep me strapped here like an animal?” she scoffed, shaking her head in disapproval.

“no, i only need to ask a few questions before i let you go” you sat on a chair, leaning into the backrest as your hands fiddle with your almost empty ballpoint pen “do you feel nauseous or in anyway hot?”

“neither”

“okay then…” you jot down a few notes, humming to yourself in confusion. by now she should be feeling either, but none… “well, that’s it. let’s eat”

freeing minjeong from the thick leather straps that kept her still, she finally sat up, rubbing her wrists and ankles “you’re not going to do some tests on me or something?” sitting upright had it’s challenges. the dull searing pain in her abdomen caused her to hiss “shit… hm, you cooked?”

“eh, it’s just rations really. budae jjigae, but i only had enough noodles for one” helping minjeong up from the table, you hold her around the waist to stabilise her, whilst also wrapping a sterilised blanket across her shoulder just like you did when you first met her “you can have all the noodles since you’re in recovery”

“can i at least get some clothes first?” you nod, bringing her into your bedroom.

a little introduction to your underground bunker that you found years ago.

underneath a company building was a pretty large bunker made for situations such as an apocalypse. once you walked down a few stairs inside the company’s basement, a thick metal door could be found hidden behind shelves.

before you had made a lot of adjustments to your bunker, it was filled with canned foods, dating back to the late 2000’s. obviously inedible. 

but now it was filled with your belongings.

as soon as you entered the bunker, you were greeted by an airlocked entrance, able to sanitise yourself with water that you were able to sort out with the help of yeji and her girlfriend ryujin, who was an expert at all things mechanical. after the whole sanitisation process, you entered into the living space, which consisted of a table, your entire kitchen setup and a sofa bed. ventilation was no issue too since you had yeji and ryujin sort that out too.

now, there was of course the bathroom. again, everyone say thank you to ryujin and yeji for helping with that too. and then there were two other rooms. one being your bedroom, walls decorated with meticulously crafted plans and research consisting of cures, a much more comfortable looking bed - unkempt since you didn’t have the time to tidy, an absurd amount of empty energy drink cans in a pile, papers crumpled or ripped up all across the floor and a comedically tidy closet with all your neatly folded clothes.

then there was your makeshift lab, with all the equipment you took from the facility. of course you had ryujin helping out with making some other contraptions. with your genius mind and ryujin’s ability to create things from scrap, almost all the equipment made by her were almost identical to the ones you had back there. 

anyway, back to the main focus of the story (a/n: sorry, i like to have a little world building, especially in this fic)

leading minjeong to your bedroom, you hand her a neat set of comfortable clothes, a loose shirt that was baggy on you, in which practically drowned minjeong’s petite body in a thin fabric.

“i’ll head to the kitchen real quick” you shoo minjeong into you bedroom, half closing your door just in case she needed anything from you “take your time dressing, and shout for me if you need any help”

for the first time in the past few days, or well, from the day she woke up, minjeong had some alone time. 

sitting on the edge of your bed, she slides on the shirt, chuckling to herself on how large it looked on her. the rest of the clothes followed on.

curious eyes wandered over the pictures and notes scattered across your walls. red strings held them up and pointed to other notes, that pointed to different pictures and other smaller notes “cure… for mutants…” she traced her fingers across a familiar looking image. a building and a strange symbol next to it “weird”

you on the other hand, rushed to find a few sedatives hidden in one of your cupboards “you done changing?” you called for minjeong as you slipped one tablet into her drink, swirling it around with a teaspoon “the food is gonna get cold, and i’ll eat your noodles”

minjeong made her way over to the table, holding onto the walls for some support, keeping her hand over the closed wound you so precisely stitched for her.

“i’m so damn hungry… thank god you have this bunker, cause that meal supplement the guard gave us tasted like fuckass cardboard”

it was sick how you kept a casual smile, handing over the bowl of food and her drugged drink as if you didn’t do anything wrong “it’s always protein protein and more protein for those soldiers, i swear” shoving a spoonful of soup into your mouth, your worries swept away for a hot minute as the flavours soothed your soul “they could’ve given us something more flavourful, like a granola bar or something”

“it was like that when i was in the military. fucking unflavoured protein bars for snacks, eugh…” she slurped on the noodles without any care, resting her elbow on her knee that she propped up on the chair “mealtimes were alright, i guess. sometimes we’d get better meals on the weekends though”

“you were in the military? huh, that makes more sense now”

talking to minjeong was fun, definitely way better than eating alone in the silence

“do you really think i would’ve been able to pull off that stunt yesterday if i didn’t know how to hold a gun, let alone shoot that thing in its mouth?” whilst chowing down on her food, she occasionally took gulps of her drink to wash it down. all according to plan..

“sometimes people perform better under pressure, so i thought that maybe that was the case” 

“well yeah, that is true to some extent. did you seriously not see the way i shot that mutant though? no rookie could handle a gun like that, especially one that they’ve never held before” you chuckle softly at her sudden rise in temper, seeing how the younger woman grew irritated the more you dismissed her skill “and the way i blew that other mutant's head off? you think anyone could do that?”

“okay i get it, minjeong” her nose scrunched at your words, rolling your eyes at you with a scoff.

“you’re welcome for saving you by the way” she spoke with a twinge of tease to her tone, inhaling the food down her mouth.

time went by and it had been at least thirty minutes since you and minjeong ate. 

you stood at the sink, washing the big bowl you both ate from, occasionally throwing glances at minjeong who didn’t move away from where she sat. by now you were expecting her to feel somewhat sleepy, but she was still up on the sofa, writing in the diary she took from her apartment.

“what you writing there?” you came up from behind her with a syringe hidden behind your back.

“it’s like the little logs you write, except on paper”

“yeah, i know that, but what exactly are you writing?” asking her once more as you rest your head against the top of hers.

“nosy ass… i’m just writing about what happened in the last 24 hours, that’s all” indeed, your nosy ass peaked at her diary, seeing how she wrote in the older korean language fascinated you, almost forgetting about your plan. 

your hand rested steady on her shoulder, eyes pinpointing the location where you would jab the needle into her arm.

“i noticed the difference in the way you write, and the way i write. it’s interesting how languages develop over time, right?” heart drumming in your chest, you nod and hum at her words as if you were actually able to hear her over the rapid beat of your heart.

anxiety halted your hands momentarily, but you regained composure, swiftly inserting the needle into her shoulder and covering her mouth with your other free hand “it’s okay— it’s okay, minjeong… it’s just a little medication for your injury. it’ll make you feel much better, and maybe a little sleepy…” 

cure log no. 1

day 1 of finding out that minjeong is immune to radiation. 

well, first of all, i conducted a few tests on her while she was unconscious earlier from the blood loss, and all of them proved my suspicions from when i first laid eyes on her.

that mark on her neck definitely reminds me of something, but i can’t lay my finger on it at all. i know it has ties to a specific company whose name i cannot remember, which quite frankly pisses me off.

it’s definitely that mark on her neck, there’s something up with it. call me a conspiracist or whatever, but i have a feeling this mark has definitely got to do something with her immunity… if only i can remember.

but anyway, second of all. due to the fact that the tests i ran proved my theories; i have a blood sample of minjeong that i need to put to good use. 

so, with that said, i’ll extract the DNA from the sample. hopefully i can study it further without any issues.

kwon [redacted].

date: 17/01/30xx

—

cure log no. 2

it’s been 2 days since minjeong was knocked unconscious. of course i feel bad for doing what i needed to do, but there was no other way unless i wanted her to shoot me in the head.

earlier today i extracted her DNA from the blood sample i took from her a few days ago by separating the blood cells from the plasma, purified the DNA, then i sequenced it. with that, i then inserted her DNA into a modified egg cell i created artificially.

these day one clones could be a possible end for mutants. maybe minjeong’s immunity could end this god forsaken world riddled with those little shits.

kwon [redacted].

date: 19/01/30xx

—

cure log no.3

it’s been 5 days and minjeong still hasn’t woken up… i’m getting worried about her. her vitals are fine and all, but what if she’ll never leave that state.

besides the point. the clones that i created are kept safe in the makeshift laboratory. it’s sterile and controlled inside the pods that i had ryujin make for this occasion. 

they’re developing rapidly, which is good. i mean, i’ve been strict on issuing hormones out to them through tubes, and then genetically manipulating their cells. also they’re in a nutrient rich environment right inside the pod. 

they’re in their late teens as we speak.

kwon [redacted].

date: 24/01/30xx

—

cure log no.4

what the fuck.

they’ve turned adults overnight. they’re exactly minjeong’s current age…

tomorrow i’ll conduct some experiments on them, get some blood samples and try capturing a low tier mutant to see if it does anything to its body once i inject their blood.

it sounds vile, but it’s honestly whatever.

kwon [redacted].

date: 25/01/30xx

—

in the dark of the night, you sat silently at your desk, typing away with your aching fingers as you read from one log to another, trying to see if you had said anything about a strange company.

it’s been a while since minjeong had been knocked unconscious, you were convinced she was brain dead at this point. 

broken out of your daze, you heard glass shattering from the room to your right. odd, don’t you think? that was the room where the three clones were held… wait, what? there’s no way they’d already have gained consciousness in such little time.

knowing some of the abilities minjeong possessed warned you that entering a room where a possible dangerous clone of her could be alive was a terrible idea, and there were three of them for fucks sake. but at the same time your curiosity had piqued, and you needed to know what the clones had behaved like.

if it was a successful cloning, then you were a step closer to coming up with a cure for the infected, and if not, then… it’s back to square one.

before you could even stand from your desk chair, a pair of arms circled your waist in a tight grip “w-what the fuck?” an undressed clone kept you in place as you struggled to free yourself from its deathly strong grip. 

you looked up anxiously, staring at the clone dead in the eye. it appeared exactly like minjeong, but it's facial expression seemed to be stuck in a constant scowl.

the clone glanced towards the door it came through, its head tilting as if it was signalling for something to come in “fuck— let me go” the clone ignored you, dragging your light body across the floor by the collar of your shirt “let- let me go minjeong!” you exclaimed, fingers digging into the clone's arm as it drew blood.

maybe the clones had gone rogue, you don’t know for sure, but you had a feeling that maybe you should have had extra protection around the area for a possible next time. if there even was a next time.

in your makeshift lab, the clone that had dragged you inside, and the other two naked clones cornered you, back pressed against the cold sheet of metal that kept you safe from the walls caving in. 

none of them talked, but from your observations, they either had a collective mind, were able to talk to each other via telepathy, or maybe they were honestly out to get you for their own personal reasons. 

you expected such, after all this was the first batch of clones you have ever made before. they wouldn’t exactly be perfect the first time.

it was a banned practice, and universally outlawed since the idea of cloning was coined as unethically sick by every scientist you knew. oh, and also deemed as morally wrong by the world's health department, but why would you give a fuck about them if they didn’t care about coming up with a cure - plus they barely exist now anyway. both scientists and the health department couldn’t sway you from conducting things if it meant a new and better life for the people of the future.

one sacrifice for the lives of many.

without prior signs of warning, the clone - the angrier looking one, had began to lift you up, starting the process of pinning you down onto the table “seriously, let me go. this isn’t funny” in the moment, you feared for your life, voice trembling as you attempted to speak in a commanding tone, and yet the clone didn’t seem to care all too much about your wellbeing. god knows what these three had in plan.

a clone held you down, roping around your wrists with the thick leather that bounded you to the table against your will; the rough grainy texture digging harshly into your skin, the bright light shining down onto your face leaving you squinting, the three bare clones staring at your meek figure with an unreadable expression all made you feel like maybe cloning minjeong, who you knew for a few days, wasn’t the best idea after all.  

you could die here, possibly the original minjeong too, and the three clones of her could walk out of the bunker and roam into the streets with ill intent.

a sudden gust of cold air brought back your attention, and you realised that one of the minjeongs had stripped you down from your pants, leaving your lower half exposed “wait, no- no, stop doing that” but you couldn’t move at all. the angrier minjeong chuckled, sliding its hand across your covered chest, leaning down towards your ear.

“relax doctor. promise it’ll feel good” 

the other minjeong who stood besides the angrier looking one caressed your jaw, placing a few gentle kisses against your neck while the one who took off your pants stared at you with beaming eyes.

“g-get off me?! get the hell off me” again, you tried moving away, straining and wriggling your arms against the leather made the soreness unbearable. you calmed down your breathing, eyes frantically scanning around the room for any possible way to get yourself freed from this wreck of a situation, yet there was no way you could get yourself out from the table, let alone the three unnaturally strong minjeongs around you.

the minjeong between your legs, the more cheerful looking one, giggled as she gently cupped your clothed pussy with a wide and cheeky grin “so warm down here…” in response to her feathery touch, you unintentionally moaned back, the friction against your clit was too good not to ignore, and you didn’t exactly know what to do in such a compromising position. so you let it happen.

“jeongie” the angrier minjeong exclaimed, clicking her fingers at her “stop teasing the doctor”

“aww boo. you’re no fun, winter” the cheerful one pouted, gradually pulling down your soaked panties down, a string of wetness followed by “wow… your glistening down here, y/n” the clone, who you assume is called jeongie, played around with your folds, gently massaging around your needy clit.

the minjeong marking up and down your neck was too concentrated on doing a good job, occasionally pulling back to see the art she had crafted all over your now reddened neck.

“minsik, are you going to… you know?” jeongie asked muffled, her face delving right in between your legs, lapping at your wetness.

“not yet. when doctor kwon is ready” done with your neck, minsik, the one who seemed to be calm and collected, pulled up your shirt and placed gentle kisses across your bare chest “she might be ready now actually, but let’s wait”

you had no clue what they were planning at all, and it was rather terrifying considering that their words were cryptic as hell. to your surprise, winter leaned down, hovering just above your face in that signature smirk that mirrored minjeong’s accurately “it’s alright doctor. just think of us as a manifestation minjeong’s thoughts…”

“w-what do you mean?” your hips bucked up into the air, pushing your soaked cunt onto jeongie’s lips. with a stifled moan, you look away from all three clones, hiding the fact that it felt good away from them all.

jeongie’s tongue swiped across your clit, the friction of it alone almost bringing you towards your orgasm. the warmth of her tongue accompanied by her soft approvals, the way she gently parted your legs apart, and how she with each suck and lick felt like you were trapped in a constant high. fuck… you even felt your head spinning.

winter being right in front of your face, crashed into your lips, kissing you with desperation whilst her hand kept your wrist still. the other hand was busy teasing your chest, fingers flicking and pinching your nipple all while minsik sucked and gently circled around the other.

you were a mess of emotions, too much sensations overwhelming your body to the point where you couldn’t even control yourself. it was like you were having an out of body experience with how light you were feeling, how your vision kept on blurring and how each individual tongue exploring your most sensitive parts brought you closer and closer to your high.

“hah— stop… stop i can’t. feels too much” you blabbered out repeatedly. it was always “too much” and “feels so funny” to you whenever they stroked an area that had you silently pleading for them to stop.

the three continued their work, gently bringing you towards your orgasm before winter eventually came to a halt “she’s… i think she’s ready minsik” her voice had a certain huskiness to it.

“yeah? our jeongie did a good job, huh?” minsik ruffled the clones blonde hair between your legs, the same girl looking up at you with puppy eyes.

“did i do a good job?” fuck, she did do a good job. her face was soaked all the way down to her chin with your juices, god was it a sight. and that stupidly cute and innocent look to her with the added lewd look with all your juices all over her pretty little face was jaw dropping. 

but wait. what did they mean when they said you were ‘ready’?

whilst you were cowering away in the corner just a few minutes ago, you failed to notice the… quite large appendage between minsik’s legs.

“what the…” hell, you doubted you could even fit that thing in at all “t-there’s no way i can fit that inside of me. no way” honestly you were afraid that the pain would be too much once it was inside filling your tight cunt.

minsik persisted, reassuring you that she would take good care of you, but you couldn’t help but feel terrified at the thought “doctor kwon, don’t make this difficult for us…” she stared at you with sorrowful eyes, trying to get her way with you through guilt tripping.

winter rolled her eyes at the scene unfolding in front of her. with a huff, she pried your thighs open for minsik, urging her to do it quickly. 

jeongie followed winter. instead of kneeling between your parted thighs, she held your wrists down even though you couldn’t move them. she just wanted an excuse to touch you.

“i’m seriously, seriously begging you guys to stop” heart racing, you try to break free once more, even though it proved useless previous times “this isn’t some damn joke. look, please i can’t take— mmngh“

without warning, minsik aligned herself against your slit, covering her pink tip with your wetness. slowly, so slowly, minsik pushes herself inside you, her own legs trembling at the feeling of your walls clamping down on her hardened cock “shit—  so fucking tight doctor, your pussy is so fucking tight…” 

hands clenching around nothing, tears welling up in your eyes and so forth, words desperately wanted to escape your throat, and yet the only sounds that came out were mewls and whimpers.

minsik forcefully pushed deeper inside of you, her thick cock reaching places you'd thought were unreachable, and how it left you stretched beyond your comprehension “that’s it, doctor… take it all…” one quick thrust from her hit hard and hit right, moans spilling from your slacked open jaw. 

somehow, you don’t exactly know when, she developed such an uncharacteristically large cock. you had genetically formed all of them the same, and yet for some reason minsik wasn’t entirely anatomically correct.

at first you thought that you’d need superhuman abilities to have something this large fit into your cunt, but to your surprise it did. but it didn’t mean that it didn’t hurt like hell “it- it stings~” whining pathetically as minsik readjusts herself to her liking.

on cue, minsik held onto your waist with her two hands “i guess i’ll have to start moving faster to make it feel less painful” 

“f-faster—?” that same smirk spread across minsik’s face as she gradually built up her thrusts. what started off slow and steady turned into her eventually pummelling into your slicked up hole, that perverse squelching coming from your connection, skin on skin slapping against each other.

though you had only experienced having sex one time, this was a whole new sensation. different speeds, the rawness of minsik’s thick cock repetitively abusing your poor poor pussy, how jeongie played with your tits with those pretty lips of her, and the way winter toyed relentlessly with your clit - rubbing it so fast that it felt like your nerves were set aflame.

“sto- ah.. fuck.. stop it-” it felt good, so unbelievably good, but it felt horribly wrong. minsik’s cock rammed hard to the point where it was too painful. hips snapping, her low and lustful moans in your ears, her fingers deep into the flesh of the skin of your waist that it was almost possible to see redness appearing on the surface.

panic began to set in gradually. for a second you thought it was because you didn't expect her to use you so roughly, but you eventually came to a realisation that you were stuck in a position where you were utterly helpless. 

“get- off. ge.. get off” your voice came out weak, tiny and pathetic at the same time the trio watched over you with longing gazes, entranced by the way your eyes shone from the tears that streamed out your eyes. 

it seemed like they didn’t understand how exactly this whole thing worked. all they wanted to do was make you feel good, and judging from the way you were dishing out those sweet, sweet reactions, they thought you were having a blast, moaning so loud for all of them to hear.

adrenaline pumping, arms strained against the leather harshly, pushing your wrists against them in painful tug with a hiss coming from you.

somehow you managed to break free from your restraints, immediately shoving minsik off your exhausted body. the push was fairly weak, but it managed to halt her movements all together.

“haah.. haah.. but why?” she asked with a pout, hands finding there way towards the soft flesh of your thighs.

you didnt want to answer the question, nor did you want to face any of the other clones; the latter standing confused as to why you pushed minsik away when you were feeling oh so good “what was that for?” jeongie pouted confusingly, her hand running through her hair whilst the self proclaimed leader of the bunch, winter, stood with her arms crossed against her chest.

popping off the other restraints that kept you ankles at bay, you rub the bruise made on both sides, groaning at the not so painful, yet annoyingly sore marks. you had to get up from the table, do something that would get these clones to understand what they did wrong, or well, get them to act accordingly so that this incident didn’t happen again. 

worrisome as you are when it came to tinkering with life, from the side of the table, you jab the sedative riddled needle into minsik’s arm, knocking out the poor girl in record time. the other two gasped, backed off into the corner as you pried yourself off the table with a look they couldn’t quite understand.

silently walking with intent to do the same, both jeongie and winter fearfully accepted their fate, closing the distance between them and you. upon noticing their surrender, you shrugged and placed the needle back down onto the table “you two are fine. just get back in the damn pod…”

as soon as the two willingly entered their pod, your fist slammed on the button to keep them put. and with a sigh, you dress yourself, hoping that minjeong was still unconscious during the entire incident.

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[novlr]

okay, this is complicated, but I'm trying to write a scene that features two characters that have the same gender but neither of their names are revealed yet. so it's getting really weird. do you have any advice on how to possibly do this?

There are definitely ways to describe unrevealed characters (or a character without the use of their names). You’ll find it among classic literature, poetry, and even shorter fiction–all dependent on the author.

What makes your character notable?

When thinking about how to describe and/or narrate your character without using their name, ask yourself what makes them stand out the most. This isn’t just asking “who” your character is; this is asking what makes them who they are. And there are multiple ways to do this.

Personality

To start, maybe your character has a very distinctive personality. Are they extra grumpy or happy? Usually, that’s one of the first things we notice when interacting with other people. We notice first if our family member seems grouchy one particular morning or if a friend looks like they’re about to share the best news of the world during lunch hour.

When telling a story, narrating about a woman being mean to another can be as simple as dubbing her “the mean woman” or “the mean lady.” That’s just as we would start describing someone in real life without knowing who they are. The same can be said about “a nice man” who enters the story and tries to calmly interact with the mean woman who’s making a fuss.

Narrate a character without using their name, but use their personality, mannerisms, or even mood. And this works with using different pronouns, genders, and/or identities; as well as whether the POV of your character (or narrator) knows the other character in question or not.

Appearance

Something else we notice as people while first interacting with others is their appearance. And this involves more than simply what they’re wearing. Again, it must be notable enough as a feature.

Rather than writing a laundry list of what a character is wearing in prose, focus on what pieces of their attire make them stand out in a scene or situation. Take, for example, someone wearing winter layers in the middle of summer and vice versa. Or someone with neon pink hair. Or a really tall person among the crowd.

If you have two characters speaking with each other, such as two women, it can be as simple as a difference in hair color. “The blonde spoke to the brunette.” Yet there are ways to be more creative with your descriptors. Maybe one of them is “the lady in pink” (or “pink lady” for easier word flow) because their entire outfit is pink from head to toe. Sit down and truly consider all attributes of your character(s).

Utilizing appearance and personality to form monikers also works in a setting where all characters dress the same. In The Red Badge of Courage by Stephen Crane, the story takes place during the U.S. Civil War and follows the main character on his journey of being a soldier. Therefore, he and the other characters are all in uniform. Per Crane’s writing style, their names are only utilized in dialogue.

Henry, the main character, is dubbed as “the youth.” Then, other characters are further named as the tall soldier, the loud soldier, the blatant soldier, the sergeant, and even the fat soldier.

Profession/Activity

Consider what your character does, or is currently doing, in your scene. Addressing them as part of their profession is another option for creating a moniker.

Here's an example for a more realistic setting: You have a character walking inside a big corporate building for a job interview–maybe the CEO themself. If the CEO’s name isn’t revealed yet for any reason, or you prefer not to use their name in narrative at a particular moment, referring to the person as “the CEO” is still a way to give them a moniker in narrative.

Or, perhaps you have a character meeting an artist, such as a painter, to collect a piece for their home. In this case, “the painter” or “the artist” also works in prose.

Use other senses

You may have noticed that we discussed a lot of visual attributes of a character that would make great monikers in narration. But don’t forget about the other senses! It is just as efficient to come across a smelly boy or a loud girl and dub them as such. For touch, perhaps a character emerged from a sewer covered in grime, and they feel extra slimy!

Once again, think about how you notice and interact with others during day-to-day life. We may first notice things about other people like “messy hair,” “dressed formally,” or “weirdest outfit ever,” but all your senses are put to work when you are present in any situation. A girl sings off-key in the distance, or the new date your character meets smells like they haven’t showered in a week. These are all great descriptors to use in creating monikers!

Consider point of view and narrator

By now, you should have ideas on how to tackle narrating your characters without using their names, but I do want to add a final note! Keep in mind your character’s POV (or narrator) when writing about another character. Does your character/narrator know this person? Monikers like “the stranger” work just as well in prose, and even add some mystery or tension to the mix!

First person can make it simple with prose like, “I stared at the tall stranger. I never met him before, but this is now the second time he’s shown up. Just who is he? Will I ever find out?”

Third person could be, “The figure standing before the boy turned to face him, a complete stranger. Yet the boy did notice the colors on the figure’s uniform–a captain. He stiffened to attention.”

This accomplishes a fun way to introduce characters, where the reader is meeting a new character at the same time the character POV/narrator is. This also allows you to control the pace of bringing in new characters to your story too, versus dumping a list of names and descriptions all at once to overwhelm your reader. From a total stranger in one chapter to realizing a military uniform in another, and eventually learning the new character’s name via dialogue later.

You can read the full post with additional examples at the link below!

[urarakasgff]

girls like girls | uraraka x f! reader

Hey everyone! This is a Urarka x fem reader. There is no use of names besides hers, and no descriptions besides that this is a girlxgirl fic. This is my first ever fanfic and it's not proofread, so please keep that in mind!

Intro:

It was a winter night, Uraraka and you had been spending the whole night gossiping, watching movies, eating snacks, and just enjoying one another’s company. You both had been friends since the very first day of going to UA, and you guys were inseparable. It was to the point if either one of you were missing during class, Mr. Aizawa or All Might would ask where the other one was. You guys were that close.

Fortunately, you guys also both live in a dorm together, sharing the communal duties, like cleaning and cooking (even though she was definitely the better cook). You guys were beyond comfortable with one another, there were no secrets, nothing. 

The only small issue was, you had a giant crush on your best friend. You liked her. But why ruin everything? It's not like you know if she even actually likes girls, she’s never really “came out” or even mentioned girls before… but it's not like she’s mentioned any boys either. 

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We were giggling at the movie we were watching (it was definitely Mean Girls for like the 100th time) and I laid my head on her chest, keeping my hand over her stomach as she played with my hair. It wasn’t something that was unusual for us, physical touch was a massive thing in our friendship, but I couldn’t help but fall for her more and more each time.

“Why is Regina such a massive dick- her and Janis just need to get together already!” I said bursting out laughing. “Like cmon-”

Uraraka’s laugh also filled the room, that sweet adorable giggle. I could never get enough of it. “You think they like each other?” She said, a little surprised, a small smile on her lips.

“Oh they definitely do,” I said looking back up at her smiling. Her face was so close to me, I could see that cute little light in her eyes, she literally looks like she’s made of glitter and sunshine. A small hint of pink scattered across my face from the close proximity of us two.

She let out a small giggle at my response. “You're probably not wrong, but they're sooo mean to each other though!” She said letting out a small laugh, with a hint of a whine at the movie’s odd dynamic.

I gave her a small shrug, still smiling and looking into her eyes. Honestly, I could care less about the movie right now, my entire focus was on her. The hint of pink on my face now became more noticeable as time passed and I kept just admiring her face.

Uraraka let out another small giggle, raising her eyebrows a slight bit. “Whaaaat?” She said, dragging out the word, a small hint of confusion in her words.

“Nothing- you’re just really pretty Chaco,” I said, my face turning even hotter now. I couldn’t help it, I always wanted to just be affectionate with her, show her how pretty she was, anything.

The smile on her face grew, and her usual blush appeared back onto her cheeks. She loved the nickname you had for her. “Thanks, so are you, you know-” She said giggling once again.

Would it really be the worst thing if I just confessed now? Just maybe, she feels the same way, or I'm just delusional. Probably the latter. Everyday was getting harder to be this close with her, spending so much time with her, having these sweet intimate moments with her. 

All I did was push myself into the nape of her neck, almost as if I was trying to hide from my own feelings with her comfort. I tightened my grip on her stomach, now fiddling with the hem of her shirt, a thing I always did when I was anxious.

“You okay?” She said softly, moving her arm to my back and rubbing small circles. Her touch, her presence, her warmth, it was so much. As I continued to bury myself into her neck further, I could smell her perfume, vanilla.

I heard her call out my name now, still trying to get my attention and have me talk to her. She was always so caring.

“I’m okay Chaco, don't worry,” I said gently back to her, but that hint of nervousness still flickered in my voice as I spoke. I knew she’d continue to encourage me to speak up, she always wanted to make sure I was okay.

“Are you sure? I’m here for you, you know that,” She said gently, once again. She continued to still rub small circles on my back, maintaining that warmth and comfort I desperately need right now. 

A let out a small sigh, reluctant, but I spilled my guts anyways.

I finally positioned myself to look at her, the blush on my face still evident, but you could just see how apprehensive I was to tell her. She won’t hate me, right? This won't change anything, it won’t. 

I continued to mess with the hem of her shirt, spinning the fabric in between my fingers, trying to get my heart to stop from beating out of my chest. “Chaco, this might be a bit odd but..” I hesitated before I kept going, breaking the eye contact I was trying hard to hold onto.

I felt her free hand cup my face, gently bringing my gaze back onto her. The worry in her eyes was soft, and it just made my heart beat even more.

“I like you,” I said to her gently, my voice trembling a bit.

And there it was, a small smile appeared on her face. “I like you too.”

“R-really?” I said in a bit of awe, a smile of my own now on my face. I was blushing like an idiot. My own best friend likes me back, this can’t be real.

“Yeah dummy,” She said giggling a bit, her thumb caressing my cheek. I could see that gentle look in her eyes, her gaze was full of affection and care.

I giggled back as well, my eyes becoming glossy from my excitement, my emotions were high, and I was just in awe. This beautiful girl, my best friend, my Chaco, liked me back? I just felt like I was on cloud nine, like I was floating. Actually, it felt even better than floating, and I could say from experience of Uraraka using her powers on me, this was a thousand times better.

“I didn’t even know you liked girls” I said a bit sheepishly, still in shock. I moved my arm from her stomach, now placing my own hand over hers that was on my cheek.

She gave me a small shrug back, that smile still on her face. “I never really talked about it to people before. I didn’t feel like I had to, I like who I like, even if that’s girls, I don’t see why that matters,” She said softly.

She wasn’t wrong. Girls like girls, it wasn’t any different from boys liking girls and vice versa. Totally would have been nice to know prior to having to spill my guts to her and taking a shot in the dark. 

I smiled at her, “Guess you’re not wrong.” 

I glanced down at her lips and back at her eyes. This moment felt intimate, different than anything we had before. A blush was still scattered on my face, especially from how close we were, and the things we just said.

I noticed she glanced down at my lips too. Her own blush became more prevalent as we just spent time in this position. 

I felt her pull my face closer to hers, and then she pressed her lips against mine. It was gentle, sweet- nothing like I had ever experienced before. I couldn’t help but melt into the kiss. Her lips felt warm, familiar, and there it was, the hint of vanilla on her lips too. The kiss lingered for a moment, before we pulled back. 

We both giggled a bit, as the blush remained on our dumb and lovestruck faces.

[captn-trex]

dear lord roy, this is so fantastic

i have many many many thoughts so I'm putting them below the cut

first of all

"Oh?" Thorn raises an eyebrow, a grin appearing on his face. "What kind of person?" Heaving a sigh, Fox brushes past him. "The kind that matters."

in relation to that.. this moment specifically where he looks in the mirror:

alright now I'm about to rant

I love the way you write Fox so much but it feels like so much more than that. I feel like, fundamentally, the character of fox doesn't really exist. Anything we 'know' about his character is basically all fanon, so in essence you've just created this character who is so BEAUTIFUL and just oh my god so fucking amazing and multi-faceted and who has been taken on this beautiful journey throughout this fic where it's not just him falling in love with someone else, it's him realising that he can feel emotions he didn't think himself capable of, and learning that he's worthy of love and that's just ntgkjvsdbrnj AMAZING

The bruises under his eyes, the gauntness of his cheeks, the paleness of his skin, all reminders of the long nights, and the stress, and the constant strain of his job. But underneath that, is a look of peace, of happiness, that he's never seen before. You make him happy, he realizes. He hadn't known it was possible, but you're the first person who's made him feel like this, who's brought joy to his life. He'd resigned himself to his fate, had decided that happiness wasn't in the cards for him, but now, faced with the possibility of a different future, one with you, he feels hopeful.

like abfhs he thinks that he's just not made to be happy but he comes to realise that it's not true??? that makes me want to cry

and I very much love the reader character throughout this fic. I love "I'm glad you're still here", I love "Do you really think I'd say no", I love "It does mean something" and "It means a lot", I love Fox receiving affection so easily !!! especially because he's so hard on himself all the time, and he puts the needs of everyone else before himself in a way that isn't recognised as heroic, but just necessary - even by him, because it's all under the guise of 'just doing his job' and when he cant keep everyone safe he feels like he's failed. but the reader in this just tells him how it is and wants to make sure he's okay because she knows he wont. i love that shit so much omg

particularly very like this moment too:

It's not just the sex. It's the fact that it's you, that it's your body against his, that he's touching you, holding you. He's wanted this for so long, had convinced himself that it would never happen. But here you are, and you're his, and it's everything he's ever dreamed of.

convincing himself that it wouldn't happen, that he's not deserving of such things nrgisnf it breaks my heart but then the relationship between him and the reader puts it together again

like with this..

"I understand if you don't," he replies. His voice is steady, though his heart is pounding. The thought of you rejecting him is almost unbearable. [...] "Do you really think I'd say no?" His mouth twists, and he glances away, his jaw clenching.

anyway

he's still so paranoid even after everything like goddamn bro is so damaged, which is really interesting to me. [I'm just kinda going off on my own headcanons of your creation now lol] It's maybe because he's always the one taking care of everyone/everything and not receiving any thanks for it. he does long hours and works himself to the bone for the chancellor and he worries to no end about his brothers (like oh my god his inner monologue when Thorn got hurt I was clutching my chest) but because he's the guy in charge, ordering everyone about, he isn't spared the same care. certainly not from palpatine, but i suppose that's not a shock lol. So he's just not used to being given back the care that he gives, so much so that he almost expects rejection because he feels like he'll never have someone match the way he feels or the amount of effort put into something. His reaction to "do you really think I'd say no?" is so heartbreaking to me idkkk like to me it reads as if he's ashamed that he thinks she'd reject him, but he just can't help it because of what he's come to expect from people.

in conclusion, this fic was good as fuck

THANK YOU FOR WRITING IT

Too Sweet

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

Pairing: Fox x fem!Reader / Fox x Doctor!Reader

Words: 7,709/26,525

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only! fluff, strangers to lovers, grumpy/sunshine, Fox is a little anxious/paranoid, and he needs a hug, Fox gets his hug, and a hell of a lot more, smut, fingering, oral (f receiving), handjob, praise kink, quite wholesome as far as smut goes

Summary: Fox has no time for romance. He doesn't even have time for sleep, let alone dates. But when a horrible day at work leads him to you, he suddenly finds himself in danger of reevaluating his priorities.

A/N: We made it! Everything is fine! Everyone is fine!

Fox is exhausted.

The night has been filled with nothing but reports, meetings, and arguments, and the stress of the situation has his nerves frayed. The Senate has been evacuated, and the Chancellor has relocated to a secure location, but the damage is extensive. The majority of the city is still without power, the lower levels in particular are cut off, and the lack of communications is making things even more difficult. The only things the Chancellor and the Council have agreed on is the need for a joint task force to deal with the immediate threat and instituting mandatory blackouts. 

The worst part is that the attack was almost too easy. Fox had been preparing for months, had been working tirelessly to stop a scenario like this from happening, and the fact that his efforts had failed is a hard pill to swallow. It makes him question everything, his abilities, his judgement, and the thought that all his planning, all his preparation, was useless is infuriating.

He rubs his temples, the fatigue hitting him like a punch to the gut. It's late, or early, depending on how he looks at it, and he's been going nonstop for hours. His comm has been ringing off the hook, messages and reports flooding in, and he hasn't had a chance to breathe.

But, despite his exhaustion, his mind is focused on one thing, or rather, one person.

He hasn't heard from you since he left, and the radio silence is driving him crazy. He'd wanted to comm you, to check in, but he'd been too busy, and the lack of contact is worrying. The longer he goes without hearing from you, the more anxious he gets, and by the time his shift is supposed to end, his mind is racing. He can't leave, not with everything going on, but the thought of you, alone, is making him crazy.

He tries to call you, but the comm goes straight to voicemail, and the knot in his chest grows. The lack of news, the not knowing, is the worst part, and the longer he sits there, the more restless he gets. Finally, he decides that he can't wait anymore.

"Stone," Fox calls out as he pushes away from his desk and stands.

"Sir."

"Take over for me."

"Are you going somewhere?" Stone asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes."

“Where are you going?" Thorn asks, his voice filled with concern. 

The other commander is leaning against the door frame, his helmet under his arm. His armor is scratched, and there are bruises under his eyes, but his gaze is sharp, and his stance is steady. Fox had been afraid that his brother would push himself too far, too soon, but the man had insisted on coming back to work, and the Chancellor had allowed it, so there wasn't much Fox could do.

"I need to check on someone," Fox mutters, and he grabs his helmet, pulling it on.

"Who?"

"A friend."

"You don't have friends,” Thorn teases. Fox rolls his eyes.

"A...a person," he amends. The words are out before he can stop himself. It's too soon, far too soon, but it's not like his brothers don’t already suspect. Besides, if things go his way, then they’ll be happy for him. At least, he hopes so.

"Oh?" Thorn raises an eyebrow, a grin appearing on his face. "What kind of person?"

Heaving a sigh, Fox brushes past him.

"The kind that matters."

It doesn't take long for Fox to make it to your apartment.

The city is eerily quiet, the streets deserted, the buildings dark. It’s early morning, the sky just starting to lighten, and the sight is surreal. There are no sounds, no traffic, no speeders, no sirens. Just the silence, and the glow of the sun, and the ash settling on the ground. It's an unsettling feeling, being in the middle of the city without a single person around, and the hairs on the back of his neck rise.

Fox climbs the stairs to your building and knocks on the door, the sound echoing in the silence. Power hasn’t been restored to the area yet, and the lights are off, the curtains drawn. He waits a moment, and then knocks again.

"It's me," he calls. 

He listens, but the only response is the sound of the wind, whistling through the empty streets. 

"Hey," he says, louder this time. "Open the door."

Still nothing.

His heart starts to race, his pulse jumping, and his mouth goes dry. Something's wrong, very, very wrong.

Fox pounds on the door. The noise echoes in the courtyard, and the sound of his fist on the metal is loud, far too loud. The silence is deafening, and his mind conjures a thousand scenarios, each more horrible than the last.

You have to be okay, you have to be. He can't handle the thought of anything happening to you, the idea that he'd been too late, or that he hadn't been able to protect you, is unbearable. If something had happened, if you were gone, he'd never forgive himself.

"Please," he begs. His voice is strained, the desperation bleeding through. The emotion in his tone is startling, even to him, and the realization of how much he cares about you is like a punch to the gut. He'd never cared about anyone like this before, had never let himself get so close. But now, with the threat of losing you looming, he realizes how much he needs you, how much he wants you, how badly he wants to have a chance with you.

Fox closes his eyes, the panic rising, his hands curling into fists.

"Please," he whispers.

There's a soft click, and his eyes snap open.

You're standing there, and you're alive, and Fox nearly collapses.

"Oh, thank the Maker," he breathes.

"Fox," you sigh. You throw yourself into his arms, and he catches you, pulling you close. His armor digs into your skin, but you don't seem to care, clinging to him with a desperation that makes his heart clench. “You came back.”

“I said I would," he reminds you. He presses his head against yours, his helmet bumping against your cheek, and he holds you tighter, his fingers digging into your back. "I'm here. I'm right here."

"I was so worried," you confess, your voice breaking. “My comm was crushed, and the power's out, and—"

"Shh, it's okay," he murmurs. "You're safe now. I've got you."

"Promise?"

"Promise," he breathes. "I'm sorry. I tried to get here sooner, but—"

"No," you protest. You pull back and press your hands to his chest plate, staring up at him. There are tears on your cheeks, and the sight is enough to make him want to break. You wipe them away and give him a small smile. "You don't need to apologize. I know how important your work is. You're here now."

"Yeah."

The two of you stare at each other, the tension stretching between the two of you, and then, suddenly, your hands are on the sides of his helmet, and his are cupping your cheeks, and the next thing he knows, his helmet is on the floor, and his lips are on yours.

The kiss is rough, and messy, and desperate. Your hands are tangled in his hair, your bodies pressed together, and he groans into your mouth, his arms wrapping around you. You taste like salt, and the smell of lavender surrounds him, and he presses closer, the contact making his stomach flutter. He'd never imagined kissing you, had never even considered it, but now, faced with the reality, he can't believe he'd wasted so much time.

You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into the apartment. He follows blindly, too distracted by the feeling of your lips against his, the sensation of your fingers in his hair. You're walking backwards, leading him, and his hands find their way to your waist. He grips you tightly, his fingers digging into your skin, and the sound you make sends a rush of heat through him.

You bump into your kitchen island, and he pauses, his mouth moving from yours to the skin of your neck. He trails kisses along your jaw, down the side of your throat, his teeth grazing the delicate flesh. You let out a breathy moan, arching into him, and his pulse jumps.

The two of you are frantic, your hands grabbing at each other, your bodies pressing together. You’re lifted onto the counter before he even registers what he's doing, and you let out a breathless laugh, your legs wrapping around his waist. The feeling of you wrapped around him makes him dizzy, every point of contact sending a rush of heat through him. His fingers fumble, and his body shakes, and he lets out a ragged breath, his forehead falling against yours.

"Is this okay?” you ask. Your fingers are tangled in his hair, your lips brushing against his, and the closeness is dizzying. He nods, not trusting his voice, and you grin, tugging gently on his hair.

"Yeah," he manages, his voice hoarse. He’s rewarded with a smile, the warmth of your lips on his cheek, and the gesture is so tender, so affectionate, that it steals his breath.

He's never had this, not with anyone. This connection, this closeness, this intimacy. It's exhilarating, and terrifying, and wonderful, and he can't believe it's real. That you're real. That this is happening.

And the fact that it's you, that the person who's finally broken through his defenses, who's gotten past the walls, is the person he wants most?

“Perfect,” he sighs.

The word is meant for you, but the meaning is universal. Everything is perfect, from the feeling of your fingers in his hair, the warmth of your breath against his skin, the weight of your body against his. The fact that you're in his arms, that he's kissing you, is the best thing he's ever felt.

Fox leans forward and presses a kiss to your jaw, and the gasp you let out is enough to make his stomach twist. "So perfect.”

"You are," you manage.

"No, you," he insists. He trails kisses down your neck, and you shiver, your hands clutching his shoulders. Your skin is soft, and the warmth of it is addicting, and he wants to taste every inch of it. "Sweet girl."

You moan, and the sound makes him smirk.

"That's what I thought," he breathes, his voice low. "You like that, don't you?"

"I like anything you do to me."

"Good," he murmurs, and he leans forward and presses a kiss to the skin above your shirt, his teeth scraping along the delicate flesh. "Because I'm going to do so many things to you."

Your response is cut off by the ringing of his comm, and the two of you freeze. Fox blinks, trying to regain his focus, and he reluctantly pulls back. The look on your face is disappointed, and a little dazed, and the sight makes him feel smug. It's a good look on you, he decides. Especially with him being the one who put it there.

"Hold that thought," he orders. 

You nod, your eyes wide, and he lets go of you, lifting his wrist. He moves away, and he watches out of the corner of his eye as you slide off the counter and make your way to the living room. You wrap a blanket around your shoulders and sink onto the couch, giving him a shy smile.

He smiles back and answers the comm, his eyes fixed on you.

“This better be good,” he snaps, his tone cold. He doesn't look away from you, and you let out a giggle, clearly amused by his demeanor. The sound is infectious, and the corners of his lips twitch, his eyes crinkling.

He gives you a wink, and you blush, burying your face in the blanket.

"Commander.”

"Stone," Fox sighs. He runs a hand over his hair, smoothing the strands you'd mussed, and he takes a breath. He can still feel your lips against his, and the thought of what might have happened, what still could happen, is distracting.

"Sorry, Fox," Stone replies. There's a grin in his voice, and Fox grits his teeth, turning away. “I'm not interrupting anything, am I?"

"No," he snaps, glaring at the floor. "What do you want?"

"Thorn wanted to let you know that we're heading out on patrol. You still wanna join us?"

He glances over at you. You're watching him, the blanket wrapped around your shoulders, and the sight of you, warm and comfortable and waiting for him, is a balm on his frayed nerves. A wave of fatigue washes over him, and he turns away, his shoulders slumping.

"No.”

“No?”

"Are you sure?" Thorn cuts in, amused. "We can come pick you up."

"I said no," Fox snaps.

"Alright," he drawls. "Guess we'll have to manage without our fearless leader."

"I'm not your leader right now," Fox mutters. He can practically hear Thorn's eyes roll. "You don't need me, and I'm taking the rest of the day off."

There's a pause, and he can picture the shocked expressions on his brothers' faces.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means I have more important things to do," he mutters. He glances back at you, his heart skipping a beat. The sight of you makes his chest warm, and he swallows, the words sticking in his throat. Finally, he manages, "Don't call me unless the building is on fire, or the Chancellor is dead. And make sure the rest of them know, as well."

“Who are you, and what have you done with our commander?" Thorn demands. Fox rolls his eyes, his lips twitching.

"Just go," he orders. "I'll check in later."

"If you say so," Stone murmurs.

"See you later," Thorn adds. "Say hi to Doc for me."

The line clicks off, and Fox rips off his vambrace and tosses it onto the counter, the other one quickly following. He pulls off his pauldrons, and the kama and belt, his eyes fixed on you. You raise an eyebrow, clearly surprised by his actions, but the surprise on your face quickly changes to delight, your eyes widening, your mouth dropping open.

"Are you—"

"Off duty," Fox confirms. He crosses the room and sits beside you, pulling the blanket over his legs. The exhaustion hits him as soon as he's off his feet, and he groans, leaning his head back against the cushions. He closes his eyes, letting out a breath, and the tension slowly starts to drain from his body.

"Fox?"

"I'm fine," he assures you, trying to disguise the yawn that escapes. You snuggle closer, draping the blanket over his legs, and he wraps an arm around your shoulders, his fingers stroking the soft skin of your arm.

"No, you're not," you murmur. "When's the last time you slept?"

"Uh."

"Nevermind," you sigh. You rest your head on his shoulder, your arm wrapping around his torso. He tenses for a moment, the contact sending a rush of warmth through him, and he relaxes, pulling you closer. "It doesn't matter."

"Mm-hmm."

"I think you should rest."

"Yeah," he agrees, his voice fading. He's exhausted, the night finally catching up with him, and the warmth of the apartment, and the feeling of your body against his, is making him drowsy.

"Fox," you breathe.

"Hm?"

"Come here," you murmur, and you stand, reaching down. You grab his hand, pulling him up, and the two of you make your way down the hall. The apartment is dark, and he can barely see, but he trusts you, and you lead him without hesitation.

You pause in front of a door, and he blinks, his eyes adjusting. There's light spilling into the room from a window, and he can make out the shape of a bed, and the dresser, and the desk. You reach over, fumbling for the switch, and the lamp flickers on, casting a dim glow through the space.

"Is this your room?" he asks. His voice is hoarse, his eyelids heavy, and the fatigue is making his words slur.

You hum an affirmative as you lead him across the room and help him sit on the bed, his knees weak. You kneel and undo his boots, sliding them off his feet, and he watches, his heart skipping a beat The feeling of your fingers against his skin, the gentle way you're handling him, the sight of you, kneeling at his feet, is almost more than he can take.

"There," you say, smiling.

You stand, and he stares up at you, his eyes wide, his breath caught in his chest. You're a vision, an angel, the perfect woman, and the fact that you're even looking at him is a miracle. That you're touching him, taking care of him, is more than he deserves, and the emotion that rushes through him is so strong, so powerful, that his head spins.

"What is it?" you ask, frowning. "Do you need something else?"

"You," he whispers.

"Me?"

"Just...stay with me."

"Okay," you promise, nodding. You lean forward and press a kiss to his forehead. "I'll stay. Just let me change."

"Sure," he sighs, though the thought of waiting is disappointing.

"Don't go anywhere," you tease, giving him a smile. You turn and walk away, crossing the room, and Fox stares after you, a dumbstruck expression on his face. He doesn't look away until the door shuts, blocking his view, and he blinks, trying to clear his mind.

Fox looks around, his eyes falling on the dresser. There's a mirror hanging above it, and his reflection catches his eye, and he frowns. The bruises under his eyes, the gauntness of his cheeks, the paleness of his skin, all reminders of the long nights, and the stress, and the constant strain of his job. But underneath that, is a look of peace, of happiness, that he's never seen before.

You make him happy, he realizes. He hadn't known it was possible, but you're the first person who's made him feel like this, who's brought joy to his life. He'd resigned himself to his fate, had decided that happiness wasn't in the cards for him, but now, faced with the possibility of a different future, one with you, he feels hopeful.

The door opens, and his gaze shifts, his eyes moving to you.

"Hey," you murmur, crossing the room. You've changed into a pair of shorts and a loose t-shirt, and your hair is pulled up, leaving your neck exposed. He swallows, his mouth dry, and you give him a soft smile as you sit on the bed opposite of him.

"Hey," he breathes.

You pull the blankets back and gesture for him to move. He does, sliding into the spot, and you tuck the covers around him, treating him like he's fragile, like he's something to be treasured. It's an unfamiliar feeling, one he's not sure how to deal with, and he blinks, his eyes burning.

"Good?" you ask.

"Yeah," he nods.

There's a brief silence, and then you roll over and turn off the light, plunging the room into darkness. The only light is the faint red of the Coruscant skyline through the curtains, but it's enough. He can just barely make out the curve of your cheek, the shape of your mouth.

"Better?"

"Much," he agrees.

You turn, rolling onto your side, and he does the same, his eyes fixed on yours. Your legs bump together, and the sheets are soft, and the pillow is warm, and he's so, so tired. The comfort is welcome, and the exhaustion is starting to make him dizzy, his eyelids drooping.

"Thank you," Fox whispers.

"Of course," you murmur. You move closer to him, and your arms wrap around his neck. He's pressed against your chest, his head resting on your collarbone, and his hands find their way to your waist, pulling you against him. He wants to say something else, but his mind is fuzzy, and the warmth of your body and the feeling of your fingers in his hair is lulling him to sleep.

"Sleep well, Fox."

Your lips press against his forehead, and the softness of the gesture is his undoing.

He's asleep before you even have a chance to pull back.

Fox wakes up slowly.

The first thing he notices is the softness of the blankets. They're warm and heavy, and the fabric is softer than anything he's ever felt before. His second thought is that the mattress is far too comfortable. It's almost painful how much better it is than his own bed, and he groans. He doesn't want to move, doesn't want to get up. All he wants is to lay there, to drift, to soak up the warmth.

He shifts under the covers and breathes in, and the scent of lavender fills his lungs. His eyes fly open.

It takes a moment for the memories to return. He remembers the explosion, the chaos of the aftermath, the kiss, and then he realizes where he is. The panic hits him like a speeder, and his heart races, the shock waking him up.

He lifts his head, and the sight that greets him is enough to take his breath away.

You're lying next to him, fast asleep, and you look more beautiful than he's ever seen you. Your face is relaxed, your lips slightly parted, and the sunlight spilling through the curtains illuminates your skin. You're pressed against his side, the sheets tangled around your legs, and his arm is draped over your waist, his fingers curled into the hem of your shirt.

He watches you, his pulse slowing. All he wants to do is wrap his arms around you, to hold you close, to bury his face in the curve of your neck.

So he does.

You make a soft noise as he pulls you against his chest, but you don't wake. Instead, you snuggle closer, and the contented sigh you let out is the sweetest thing he's ever heard. He can't stop himself from leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

"Fox?"

You blink up at him, reaching up to cup his cheek. He turns his head and presses a kiss to your palm, and you let out a quiet sigh, smiling up at him.

"Sorry," he breathes. "I didn't mean to wake you."

"It's okay," you assure him, your fingers tracing the lines of his face. "I'm glad you're still here." 

He leans into the touch, closing his eyes, and the sound that leaves his throat is nearly a purr. You laugh, a quiet, sleepy noise, and he can't help but lean down and capture your lips in a gentle kiss. You hum and press closer, your hands moving to the back of his neck.

"Good morning," he whispers against your mouth.

"Good morning," you reply, and the smile in your voice makes him shiver. "Did you sleep well?"

"Very."

He kisses you again, his tongue brushing against yours, and your grip on him tightens. The two of you continue, his lips moving against yours, his hands cupping your cheeks. It's slow and sweet, and the intimacy of the moment sends a shiver down his spine. His mind is quiet, the stress and fear from the past few days gone, and all he can think about is the feel of your mouth, the taste of your tongue.

"What time is it?" he asks, breaking the kiss.

"Not sure," you murmur. Your hands move to his chest, and the heat of them makes his stomach twist. "Why? Do you have somewhere to be?"

"Nope," he breathes, and he captures your lips in another kiss. He runs his hands up your sides, feeling the curve of your waist, the softness of your skin, and his cock starts to harden, his hips jerking forward. "I've got time."

"Good."

The next kiss is harder, faster, and his tongue slides against yours, your hand trailing lower, lower, lower. Your fingers brush against his abs, tracing the lines of his muscles, and then you're gripping the hem of his shirt, pulling it up. He leans forward and helps you take it off before lips are on yours again, and your hands are wandering, roaming over his body, touching every inch of skin you can reach.

"What are you doing?" he teases.

"Touching," you murmur. He hums as your nails scrape over his stomach, his muscles jumping, and then your hand is trailing lower, over the line of hair that leads down to his waistband.

"Keep going," he orders, his voice hoarse.

Your eyes widen, but you obey, slipping your fingers beneath the fabric. The feeling of your hand wrapping around him makes him groan, his cock twitching. He's fully hard, his tip leaking, and you let out a whimper as you run your hand over him.

"That's—" He cuts himself off with a hiss as you slide your thumb over his tip, spreading the precum over his skin. His head falls forward, his forehead pressing against yours. You're staring up at him, a smirk on your face, and the heat in your eyes is dizzying. "Stars," he groans. "Fuck, that's—"

Your grip tightens, and his hips jerk, the movement involuntary. The noise that leaves his throat is low and desperate, and you let out a breathy laugh, kissing him again. The slide of your lips against his, the stroke of your hand, is addicting, and his eyes drift closed, his breaths coming in ragged gasps.

"That's not fair," he mumbles against your lips.

"No?"

"No," he sighs, and the feeling of your mouth moving to his jaw, trailing kisses over his skin, sends a wave of heat through him. "Not when I can't—"

You bite down, and he lets out a strangled moan, his hips bucking. His eyes fly open, his hands digging into your waist, and he presses his head against yours, his breaths coming in gasps.

"You're distracting me."

"I know," you breathe, grinning. "What are you gonna do about it?"

Fox rolls you onto your back and moves between your legs, grabbing your wrists and pushing them up above your head. You let out a breathless laugh, but the amusement on your face quickly turns to shock, and you moan, the sound music to his ears.

"My turn," he murmurs.

He releases his grip and kisses you. His hands move down your sides, his fingers digging into the soft fabric of your shirt, and then he's tugging it off, exposing your breasts. He leans down and presses a kiss to the hollow of your throat before nuzzling against your breasts, his hands squeezing them, his fingers brushing over your nipples.

"So pretty," he whispers.

You whimper, the sound soft and needy, and Fox feels his cock jump. He kisses a path down your chest, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of your shorts and tugging them off along with your underwear.

He sits up and looks at you, his eyes roaming over your naked body, taking in every inch. Your chest is flushed, your cheeks pink, and your legs are pressed together, the blush extending down to your thighs. He bites his lip, his eyes flicking back up to yours, and you shiver, squirming under his gaze.

"Look at you," he breathes, and he reaches down, grabbing your ankle. He lifts it and presses a kiss to the arch, and you shiver, the soft skin twitching. His hand runs up your calf, over the curve of your knee, his lips following the same path. He trails kisses over the inside of your thigh, and the closer he gets, the more you squirm, your eyes locked on him.

"You're shaking," he points out, and he smirks, nipping at the delicate flesh. "Do I scare you?"

"N-no," you manage, and he grins, licking a path up the length of your thigh.

"Then why are you so nervous?"

"I—oh!"

His hands grip your thighs and spread them, and you gasp, your head falling back. Fox leans forward and runs his tongue over your slit, his nose bumping against your clit. He does it again, and again, the movements slow and deliberate. Your hands grip his hair, your hips rising off the bed, and the moan that leaves you sends a rush of heat through him.

His hands move under you, lifting your ass off the mattress, and he pulls you against his mouth, his tongue sliding inside of you. The taste of you is better than he'd imagined, the softness of your folds addictive, and he can't stop, his head moving, his mouth sucking at your clit. He keeps going, his tongue teasing the edges of your opening, and the noises you make, the breathless cries, the moans, the gasps, are driving him crazy.

He's lost in the taste of you, the feeling of your body against his. He's never done this before, never had the opportunity, and he's shocked at how much he loves it. The weight of you against his tongue, the slickness of your skin, the way you're shaking, it's all so perfect, and his cock is leaking, his hips grinding against the bed, trying to find some friction.

 He groans and buries his face against you, licking and sucking, his eyes drifting shut. Your grip tightens, the pain almost too much, but the feeling only adds to his arousal. He's never wanted someone so badly, has never been so desperate to please.

"Fox," you sigh.

"So sweet," he whispers. "So good."

He keeps going, his lips moving against your folds, and you squirm, the motion making him hold you tighter. He glances up and sees that your head is thrown back, your eyes closed, and the look of bliss on your face makes him groan.

"Look at me," he orders.

Your eyes fly open, and you stare down at him, panting. He presses a kiss to your clit, and the moan that leaves your lips is low and desperate. Your gaze stays locked on his as he sucks on your folds, his tongue darting out to taste you. Your face is flushed, your cheeks stained with pink, and the look of desperation in your eyes is mesmerizing.

"Please," you whine. "Please, I need—please."

Fox chuckles and pulls away. He sits up and grabs the back of your thighs, pushing your legs apart and pinning them to the bed. Your hands grab at the sheets, the fabric bunched in your fists, and the sight is beautiful.

"You close, sweet girl?"

"Yes," you gasp.

"Need me to fuck you?"

"Please," you beg. "Please, I want—I need—"

"Shhh," he soothes. He lets go of one of your legs and reaches down, trailing a finger over your pussy. You let out a low whine, and he grins, the expression hungry. "Gonna make you feel so good."

"Yes," you gasp. "Yes, please—"

Your words cut off by a moan as he pushes his fingers into your cunt. The feeling of you, wet and hot and tight, makes his head spin. His cock throbs, his hips jerking, and he presses his free hand against his stomach, trying to calm himself. The urge to fuck you is nearly unbearable, but he wants to see you come first.

"Feel good?" he asks.

"Y-yeah."

"Such a good girl," he praises.

His fingers move faster, his thumb rubbing circles over your clit, and your back arches, a desperate moan leaving your lips. You're soaking his hand, and he groans as the wetness drips down his fingers.

"So beautiful," he whispers. "Such a sweet girl."

Your eyes drift shut, and he lets out a displeased growl.

"Open your eyes," he orders.

Your eyes snap open. You look at him, and the trust, the affection in your gaze, is staggering. The intimacy is intense, and the realization of how deeply he cares for you, how much he needs you, hits him like a speeder. It's far too soon, but he can't help it, and the emotions make his heart skip a beat.

"Good girl," he breathes.

"Fuck," you sigh. "I'm close."

"Yeah? Gonna come for me?"

"Y-yes," you gasp. "Yes, please—"

Your mouth falls open, and you let out a low whine, your thighs shaking. The tension in your body is unmistakable, and the thought that he's the one who's brought you to the edge is addicting.

"Come," he orders.

The effect is immediate.

You gasp, and your back arches, and Fox feels the tremors run through you. Your walls clench around his fingers, and your head falls back, a hoarse cry leaving your throat. The sight is so erotic that Fox can't help but stroke himself. He squeezes the base of his cock, and a strangled groan leaves his lips.

"Fuck," he pants. "Fuck, that's—fuck."

He pulls his fingers out of you and brings them to his mouth, sucking on them, moaning as your taste fills his mouth. You're panting, a sheen of sweat covering your body, and the sight of you, spent and satisfied, is almost too much.

"I want you," you murmur, and the hoarseness in your voice is arousing. "Please."

"Yeah," he replies, his voice rough. Fox leans forward and presses a soft kiss to your mouth, and you hum, pleased.

"Need a minute," he confesses, and you nod, giving him a small smile.

"Of course," you breathe. You sit up and grab his shoulders, pulling him down until he's lying next to you. You turn and wrap an arm around his chest, throwing a leg over his hips, and he shivers as your bare skin presses against his.

"You're too much," he grumbles.

"Too much?"

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"Because," he mutters.

"Hmm."

You shift, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. Your lips move lower, trailing across his collarbone, and Fox shivers, his cock twitching. The sight of you, naked and sprawled out over his chest, is addicting. He can't resist reaching down and cupping your ass, squeezing the soft flesh. You hum, pleased, and he squeezes again, his fingers digging into your skin.

"That's not helping," he mutters.

"I think it is," you reply.

He can't argue with that.

Your lips press against his skin, and he lets out a sigh. You're tracing his scars, kissing the marks on his chest and shoulders, your fingers running over the pale lines. The sight is entrancing, and he closes his eyes, his breathing growing slow and steady. You keep going, pressing a kiss to every part of his chest. You trace the outline of the scar that runs down his stomach, the mark that stretches from his hip to his knee, and the one that runs along his neck.

You press a kiss to his bicep and squeeze his arm, letting out a hum of approval. "This healed nicely."

"I had a good doctor," he teases.

You snort and press a kiss to his chin, and Fox leans forward and captures your lips, pulling you closer. He rolls onto his side, and his hand runs down your back, tracing the curve of your spine. Your leg is still thrown over his hip, and his cock is pressed against the heat of your core. You shiver and roll your hips, rubbing against him, and he groans, his grip tightening.

"You ready?"

"Yes," you breathe.

"Good."

He presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth and hitches your leg up higher, pushing himself between your thighs. You're warm, and the wetness from your cunt is dripping down his length, and the sensation makes him grit his teeth. He takes a moment, letting himself get used to the feeling, and then he's pushing forward, easing his way inside.

"Fox," you sigh.

The sound of his name falling from your lips makes him shiver. You're so wet that he slides in easily, but the heat of you, the tightness, is dizzying. His mind blanks, the sensations threatening to overwhelm him, and all he wants is to be as close to you as possible.

"So good," he breathes. "Fuck, you feel—so good, sweet girl."

He bottoms out, his hips pressing against yours, and he pauses, taking a breath. He can't stop staring at you. Your cheeks are pink, the flush extending down to your breasts. Your eyes are closed, your lips slightly parted, and the way you're squirming against him, trying to pull him closer, is maddening.

"Look at me," he pleads.

You open your eyes, and the expression on your face is so tender, so affectionate, that his breath catches. The heat in his chest burns hotter than before, the emotions rising.

"You're so beautiful," he murmurs. "So fucking perfect."

"Thank you," you breathe. "You feel—"

"Yeah?"

"Good," you sigh. You roll your hips, grinding against him, and the movement makes him moan. He thrusts forward, unable to resist, and you let out a gasp. "So good."

"Good," he growls.

His grip tightens, and his hips rock forward, his cock moving inside of you. The feeling is addicting, the slide of his cock into your cunt is better than anything he's ever felt. He wants to be closer, wants to be deeper, wants more, and he thrusts forward, pressing himself as deep inside of you as possible.

"So good," he sighs. "So sweet."

"Don't stop," you beg, and you bury your face in his neck, pressing kisses to his skin.

"Not gonna," he promises.

Fox picks up the pace, and the sounds coming from your lips are almost as satisfying as the feeling of being inside of you. He's never had someone so eager, so responsive. Every time his hips snap against yours, you make a sound, a whimper, a gasp, a moan. Your walls are fluttering around him, and he's lost in the sensation, the closeness, the intimacy of the moment.

It's not just the sex. It's the fact that it's you, that it's your body against his, that he's touching you, holding you. He's wanted this for so long, had convinced himself that it would never happen. But here you are, and you're his, and it's everything he's ever dreamed of.

He presses a kiss to your temple and wraps his arms around you, the position forcing you closer. He can feel every inch of your body, the softness of your skin, the curves and angles. His hips move faster, harder, and your grip on him tightens, your nails digging into his back. The pain is a shock, and he moans, his eyes fluttering shut.

"Fox," you whisper.

"Right here," he assures you.

"More," you beg. "Please."

"Okay," he murmurs. "Anything."

He rolls you onto your back and settles back between your thighs, grabbing one of your legs and hiking it up over his shoulder. He grabs the other and does the same before leaning forward, bracing his hands on either side of your head. The new position has him even deeper, and you gasp, arching up.

"Fuck," he gasps.

"Feels so good," you manage. "So full."

"Yeah?"

"Yes," you sigh.

The new position gives him more control, and he wastes no time. His hips snap forward, his cock sliding into you, and the new angle has his tip brushing against your g-spot. The effect is immediate. Your hands fly to his arms, your nails digging into his skin, and a ragged moan leaves your lips.

"There," you gasp. "Right there."

"Yeah?"

"Please," you beg. "Right there."

He doesn't know how long it lasts. Time slows, and his vision blurs, and all he can focus on is the feeling of you, the sounds that are falling from your lips. The tension in your body grows more intense with each thrust, and the heat inside of him grows hotter.

"Gonna come," you whisper.

"Good girl," he breathes. He kisses you again, and his hips snap forward, the force of his thrusts making the bed shake. You let out a whimper, your head falling back, and Fox kisses the line of your jaw, nipping at the delicate skin.

"Please," you gasp, and the desperation in your tone makes him groan. "I'm so close."

"Me, t-too," he manages. "Can I—"

"Yes," you promise.

"Fuck."

He picks up the pace, reaching down between the two of you. He's dripping with sweat, and his skin is hot, and the feeling of his fingers sliding over his cock is almost unbearable. He presses his thumb against your clit, stroking it in time with his thrusts, and you let out a hoarse cry, your walls clenching around him.

"There," you sigh. "There, there, there—"

You cut off with a sharp cry, and Fox feels the rush of warmth, the flood of slick coating his cock. The sensation is more than he can handle, and he comes with a grunt, his eyes closing as the pleasure hits him. His hips jerk forward, and he buries himself inside of you, pressing himself as deep as he can.

"Fuck," he breathes, and the word is shaky. He's not sure if it's the stress, or the adrenaline, or the emotions, but the feeling is intense, and it leaves him trembling. He slumps forward, his forehead pressed against your chest, and his eyes drift closed, his heartbeat echoing in his ears.

He stays there for a moment, enjoying the feel of you wrapped around him, the warmth of your body, the softness of your skin. Finally, Fox lifts his head and rolls off of you, flopping onto his back. He stares up at the ceiling, his breaths coming in ragged gasps and the sweat cooling on his body. His mind is silent, his body spent, and he can't remember the last time he's felt this satisfied, this calm.

"Fox?"

He turns his head and sees that you're watching him, a hesitant expression on your face. He smiles, and you smile back, the uncertainty leaving.

"Hey."

"Are you okay?" you ask.

"Better than okay," he assures you, grabbing your hand and intertwining his fingers with yours. He brings your hand to his lips and presses a soft kiss to the back of it, and the flush on your cheeks grows darker. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," you nod.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

You reach up and cup his cheek. Fox closes his eyes and leans into the touch, humming quietly.

"So," you start, clearing your throat. "What happens now?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean..." Your voice trails off, and you let out a frustrated noise. Fox opens his eyes and looks at you. You're staring up at the ceiling, a frown on your face.

"I like you," he says, his voice soft. "A lot."

"I like you, as well," you murmur. You turn to look at him, and the hope in your eyes is unmistakable. "I've liked you for a while, actually."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," you nod.

"Then I think that's a good start." He licks his lips, his mind racing. "I'd like to continue seeing you. I mean, dating. If you're open to it.

"Oh," you breathe, and you blink up at him. "That's what you want?"

"I understand if you don't," he replies. His voice is steady, though his heart is pounding. The thought of you rejecting him is almost unbearable. "It's a lot. The hours, the job, everything."

"No," you shake your head. "I mean—yes. Yes, I want that. With you."

"Really?"

"Yes," you laugh. You lean forward and press a kiss to his cheek, and Fox feels his heart skip a beat, his stomach flipping. "Do you really think I'd say no?"

His mouth twists, and he glances away, his jaw clenching. "I've never done this before," he confesses. "I've never been...with anyone. Not in a way that meant something."

"It does mean something," you assure him. You reach up and cup his cheek, your thumb brushing over his skin, and he sighs, leaning into the touch. "It means a lot."

"Yeah?"

"Mm-hmm."

Fox reaches over and pulls you against his chest. Your fingers dig into his shoulders, and you settle against him, letting out a soft sigh.

"So," you prompt, "when can I expect a date?"

He huffs out a laugh. "We'll have to sync our calendars."

"Sounds fun," you tease. Your hand trails lower, over his chest and down his stomach, and the sensation sends a shiver through him. You press a kiss to his neck, and he hums, tilting his head to give you better access. "I'll see what I can do."

"Good," he sighs.

"For now," you continue, your fingers trailing down his abs, "I have a question."

"Hm?"

"Are you hungry?"

He laughs, the sound loud and genuine. He reaches up and cups your cheek, and you smile, a bright, beautiful expression. "Starving," he admits.

"Then let's get cleaned up, and I'll make us some breakfast," you decide. You lean forward and press a soft kiss to his lips, and his arms wrap around your waist, holding you against him. He can feel the smile against his mouth, and the sweetness of it, the warmth, makes him sigh.

"You really are the perfect woman," he murmurs.

"And don't you forget it," you warn him. You climb off the bed and reach for his hand. "Let's go."

"I'm going," he assures you. He lets out a breath and slides off the bed. "After you."

"Chivalrous."

"I do my best."

He follows you down the hall, his eyes fixed on the curve of your back, the sway of your hips. The sunlight spilling through the window is illuminating your skin, making it glow, and the sight is stunning. The fact that you're his is almost unbelievable, and his head is spinning, the realization of what he's done finally hitting him.

Fox knows that his life will be a long series of bad days. He's aware that the work will be grueling, the stress will be unbearable, and the pressure will be almost suffocating. But now, looking at you, knowing that you'll be waiting for him when he gets home, he realizes that he doesn't care. As long as you're there, he'll be fine.

And he'll fight like hell to keep it that way.

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[boygirlctommy]

ive been thinking about my ocs all day and i FOUND A WAY FOR MADINEAU TO BE RELEVANT AGAIN!!!!

[skrunksthatwunk]

fuck that last fight against nightmare boooooo this shit is actually so stupid and evil and i don't like it >:(

[twig---verginix]

thinking about season 3 this morning. as a viewer, the introduction of the "Jennifer incident" felt almost cheap, at first– it's so painfully not present in any previous seasons that peels back the layers a little bit, forces you into blinking and saying heyyyyyy. you're making that shit up now. >:/. But I think it can work diegetically, even if it wasn't planned.

It presents it this way: not only has fucking with the timeline forever impacted the present world that these characters reside in and the only other people they'll ever interact with, but it's also impacted their past, their story. Not changed, per say, but more unlocked it. Like taking different actions in a video game and getting more dialogue. And it drives the viewer away from the Umbrellas in the process, widening the gap between where we are and where they are, knowledge-wise, which arguably does a nice job of adding to that off atmosphere that Hotel Oblivion seems to be going for.

[fragmentedblade]

I've been reading about xiangqi a bit and now I'm even more obsessed with that one video of Jing Yuan

[mommypieck]

⌗︙・jjk men waking up after a wet dream about you ⸜⸜・

gojo

a small chuckle leaves his mouth when he wakes up from a pleasant dream about you. his cock is aching for attention, precum already building at the top. it's the first time he had a dream about you. not to lie, he fantasized about your cute little body before but never in a dream. he wraps his hand around his cock and tries to remember little details about the dream. the way you would bounce on his cock or your little hand wrapped around it. he's not ashamed, you're a pretty girl after all. but from your behavior, he can see that you're shy and timid. maybe he can ask you out to turn his dream true. he speeds his hand around his cock, bringing himself closer to his orgasm. he thinks about a specific scene from his dream - you spread in front of him with your fingers in your cunt. he cums at the thought, covering his hand with his cock. he giggles, gojo hopes he will have similar dream soon.

geto

he wakes up with sweat on his forehead, groaning when he notices his hard on. the girl in his dream was too similar to you, same hair, eyes, body type. he can't believe he had this kind of dream about you. it was a good dream, he has to say. geto can't decide if he should take a cold shower and forget about everything or take care of his little problem. after all, he's gonna see you today and he doesn't wanna be awkward. his lips turn into a little smile as he thinks about what would happen if you saw what he is about to do. or what if you had the same dream? mmm, you took his cock so well in his dream, would you be able to do that in real life? he's seen your tiny ass move in your little skirts, you would have problem taking him for sure. fuck it, he thinks as he wraps his hand around his cock. he softly massages his shaft, imagining that it's your tiny hand stroking him. all problems leave him in that moment, he's gonna relive that dream now and hopefully later today when he invites you over.

nanami

he groans when he finally opens his eyes to meet a familiar decor of his room. he doesn't wanna think about it, he doesn't wanna think about how hard his cock is right now. he throws his arm around his eyes, trying to breathe deeply to forget all about the dream. he hasn't had a wet dream since he was a teenager and now someone like you is gonna make them pop up again? he thought you were cute when he first met you but he never thought you would be capable of doing such a slutty things. it was just a dream, he has to remind himself, maybe you are innocent. he taps his fingers on his cock, he really doesn't wanna do this. nanami tries to think of different porn starts he's seen online but his thoughts come back to you. his hand finally grips his cock and he squeezes it until it's painful. it's all your fault, maybe it you weren't so cute, he wouldn't have to do this.

toji

she's even haunting me in my dream, toji thinks when he wakes up. his cock is already standing proudly, just begging for him to take it in his hand. he doesn't waste any time wrapping his hand around it. he always thought you were pretty, your body is basically all he ever dreamed about. it's not the first time you appeared in his dream but this time, he is certain that it was you. all of the other dreams were blurry but this one was way more vivid. he strokes his cock slowly, thinking about the way you bended for him in that dream. the only thing that's pissing him off is that you're not here with him right now, that you can't use your mouth or your little pussy on him. he feels himself getting close as he thinks about all the things he would do to you if he could. he cums on his hand, surprising himself how strong this orgasm was. there's something about you and he has to find out what it is.

[luveline]

Hiii!! Could I request a bombshell reader x Spencer where someone (a local police maybe) says something rude to her about her appearance or something and normally it doesn’t really get to her, but something snaps and she kinda shuts down/is rude to Spencer until he coaxes it out of her? Sorry it’s long I had an idea and ran w it loollll

ty for requesting angel! confident fem!reader, 1k

Spencer shouldn’t expect his colleague to hold his hand, especially one so confident. What sense would that make, a woman as established as you are, who smiles without a lick of worry nor smugness, wanting to hold his hand? 

But you do it all the time, is the thing. In the car on the way to crime scenes, in the hallways of the office, under the round table. It started as a tethering for his distractedness, when one day he’d wanted to talk but hadn’t had the presence of mind to walk at the same time, so you’d taken his hand and led him to the office. You’ve been taking it at your discretion ever since.  

Spencer knows something is wrong —you haven’t tried to hold his hand all day. And even if you aren’t interested in him romantically, Spencer has come to crave the touch. He’ll accept platonic hand holding. Anything, really. 

“You’re staring very deeply, Dr. Reid,” you mutter, shades from your usual lightness. 

“I’m thinking.” 

“Aren’t you always?” 

“About you.”

“Well,” you smile fleetingly. “You should always be thinking about me.” 

“You’re truly humble.” 

His joke doesn’t land, it crashes and burns; your smile fades completely into a short, sharp line. Your gaze moves back into the restaurant, waiting for the team's food order in silence once again. 

Spencer’s pinky finger twitches across the gap. 

“Is everything okay?” he asks. 

“Fine.” 

You stay quiet, Spencer worries. He takes the bags before you can when they bring your food to the collection desk, two lumps of heat he holds to his thighs as you begin the walk back to the hotel. Tonight, the team will pick at their food together and rehash the same arguments they’ve been making all day, filling in each other's gaps, and tomorrow the work will start again. He can’t have you this unhappy again tomorrow. 

“You’re amazing,” he says, watching you turn to him from the corner of his eye, “you know you are, we all do, everyone who meets you. I know you don’t need me to tell you that, or to feel better, but… I’m here for you. If you want to talk. It’s been a hard couple of days, and talking about traumatic events as they happen and directly afterward make them easier to recover from.” 

“I’m not traumatised.” 

“Upsetting,” he corrects. “Having a shoulder to cry on is good for you, and I can be that shoulder. You know, if you need me to be.” 

He can’t know this in the moment, though maybe one day you’ll tell him, further down the line when the hand holding is better defined, but you look at him and you love him. To know Spencer is to love him. Or at least that’s how you’ve always felt. You’d love to cry on his shoulder about what transpired that morning if it weren’t embarrassing to think about, you’re upset over a throwaway comment made by nobody important. 

Spencer offers his company earnestly. He stammers. It’s amazingly sincere, as he usually is. He won’t mind if it’s embarrassing, he’ll just listen. 

You clear your throat. “I know I’m not to everyone’s taste. I know that the way I… present myself isn’t what most men like. People love confidence, but not when it’s bossy, not when it’s– when it’s vain. And I am vain. I think about my appearance a lot, I think I’m beautiful most of the time, I try so hard to have that be true.” You eye him thoughtfully. “Do you realise that?” 

He shakes his head gently, one ear toward one shoulder and then the other, as though balancing. “Sort of. I know you put effort into your appearance, but I also assume a lot of it to be natural.” 

“Right, well. It’s not natural. Not really. My natural beauty wouldn’t be all the beautiful to most people. And I’ve accepted that, I know what I like about myself, and–” You’re losing the thread of your point, an upset creeping into your melodic tone and turning it ragged. “When people tell me they don’t like how I look now, I guess it hurts because I know they wouldn’t like me before, either, and I feel defeated because I know I can’t win.” 

“Who said they don’t like how you look?” Spencer asks, confused, on his way to annoyed. 

“Officer Friendly.” You look to your shoes, watching the steps you take. “Guess he wasn’t as nice as we thought.” 

“What did he say to you?” 

You shrug. “Same story. He doesn’t like girls who wear makeup. Doesn’t like uppity women.” 

“Did he call you that?” 

“What are you gonna do if he did?” you ask without malice. 

“Morgan’s teaching me self defence for a reason.” You smile at his light joke, though it doesn’t last. He transfers the takeout bags into one hand, the other held out to you, his fingers sliding down your arm to your wrist. “You know you’re beautiful, with or without makeup. And you’re not uppity, you’re out of his league. There’s a difference.” 

“You’re flirting with me.” 

“No.” He wishes he had the wherewithal sometimes, but this isn’t flirting. “I’m being honest with you. Men like that don’t like you because they know they’ll never, ever have you, or anyone like you. There isn’t anyone like you,” he adds, sliding his hand into yours. 

He squeezes all your fingers together twice in quick succession. 

“Don’t let a jealous chauvinist halfwit make you think you’re not good enough,” he says. 

You curl your fingers around his before he can take his hand back. Slowly, you squeeze his hand. Then, smiling, you let him go. 

“I’ve never heard you say something mean like that,” you say. “Halfwit. That’s crass.” 

“I was going to say he’s an asshole, if that’s better.” 

Your laugh echoes off of the sidewalk. “That’s perfect. Say something meaner.” 

The insult he uses next doesn’t bear repeating. 

[tender-rosiey]

Hey you lovely human :) Just dropped in to say I bumped into blog like yesterday and since then I ATE (almost) everything Gojo related (still have a couple left), like I genuinely am in LOVE with everything. If you are ever willing to take upon this idea, I was curious about how you see Gojo meeting his significant other and falling in love ? Would love to see the beginning of their relationship and how they ended up together. Thank you and since is already weekend here for me almost - i hope you have a gorgeous weekend!! ^^

creepy eyes — gojo satoru x f!reader

a/n: AHHH THAT MAKES ME SO HAPPY OMG TYYYYY and i am so sorry that i took so long </3 ANYWAY this is how I imagine gojo first meeting his wife cause i believe that it has to be before gojo closed off and that she became a trusted and close friend of his

it’s just another afternoon at jujutsu high, the sun bathing the grounds in a soft glow, casting long shadows as students hurry from class to class.

you’re deep in thought, focused on training, when you suddenly collide with something solid—or rather, someone.

you stumble back a step, blinking up at the towering figure now standing before you. you glance up, only to find yourself staring into a pair of eyes—bright, intense, and painfully blue.

the boy is about to say something, but you beat him.

“my god, your eyes are creepy,” you blurt out before you can stop yourself.

there’s a beat of stunned silence.

the giant’s mouth drops open slightly, his eyebrows raise in sheer disbelief as if you’ve just insulted the most precious thing in the world to him.

“my eyes?!” he gasps, hand flying dramatically to his chest. “you think my eyes are creepy?”

you nod, grimacing at the loud sound, “yeah, they're unnerving. kind of like staring into a bottomless pit.”

satoru is scandalized. “my eyes are beautiful!” his voice pitches higher, as if stating a fact that should be universally accepted.

he tilts his head closer to you and taking his glasses off, daring you to look again. “take another look! appreciate them!”

you squint, unimpressed, and simply shrug, brushing past him, “I’ll pass.”

that’s the beginning.

days turn into weeks, and the more you try to forget about that initial encounter, the more satoru won’t let you. every time you cross paths, it’s like he has a personal mission to make you take back that one insult.

whether it’s during training, at lunch, or in the hallway, satoru somehow finds a way to bring it up.

“you still don’t think my eyes are nice?” he asks, exaggeratedly crestfallen, peering at you with that playful gleam.

“yeah, still creepy.”

“but why?” he exclaims, leaning against the doorframe or sitting next to you with a theatrical sigh. “do you not see the sparkle? the beauty? the endless charm?”

it becomes such a regular thing that even suguru can’t help but get involved. he appears at satoru’s side, casually rolling his eyes at his friend’s dramatics, though a smirk plays on his lips.

“you’re still on about that?” geto quips. “maybe just accept that she has good taste, satoru.”

“oh, shut up, suguru! she’s just blind to my perfection!” satoru retorts, crossing his arms as he watches you chat away with shoko.

and so it goes. satoru’s relentless teasing—half playful, half desperate—starts weaving into the fabric of your days.

every time you think he’ll finally let it go, he’s right there, flashing that expectant grin as if waiting for you to finally give in.

months pass. the seasons start to shift, but satoru's persistence doesn’t.

he keeps bugging you about it—less often than before, but every once in a while, he'll find an opportunity.

whether it's during class or during a mission, he brings it up with that same confident, teasing smile.

it’s a lazy afternoon when it happens.

you’re outside, lounging against a tree in the sun with a book in hand, trying to relax after a mission when satoru flops down beside you, elbow nudging yours.

his sunglasses slip down the bridge of his nose as he grins at you. “still think they’re creepy?”

you don’t even look up from your book. “yup.”

he leans in, resting his chin on his hand, giving you that pout again. “come on, you’re just being mean at this point.”

you stifle a laugh, flipping a page. “am I?”

satoru lets out a dramatic sigh, “you’re impossible, you know that? these eyes are a national treasure.”

you can’t help the small laugh that escapes your lips this time. it makes satoru blink, clearly caught off guard by the sound.

he tilts his head, eyes narrowing in curiosity as he leans closer to your face. “wait… was that a real laugh? are you finally admitting I’m funny?”

you roll your eyes, looking away from him as you smile. “don’t push your luck.”

he grins widens at the sight of your smile, and he is about to boast of his achievement when you glance at him. with amusement still tugging at your lips, you reach out and push his sunglasses up with a playful tap.

“fine, fine,” you relent, voice teasing as you give him a small grin,“I think your eyes are very pretty.”

for once, satoru’s the one caught off guard.

he blinks rapidly, a flash of surprise flickering across his face as he pulls himself away and tries process your words.

your smile doesn’t falter, but satoru’s eyebrows furrow, before he chirps, standing up, “well—it’s about time you admitted that!”

your eyes widen, as he gets loud and starts ranting about his beauty, “it is only natural that you succumb to my charms! ahaha! my eyes are only one part of it!”

confused but having nothing to say, you lean back against the bark. you don’t mention out loud that his ears are tinted pink, not that satoru would give you the chance to call him out.

but you both know that something has changed.

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[qcomicsy]

I think a thing that people get wrong about Jason's anger is that it's not explosive.

It's cold. Jason isn't the type of person who storms off at every little thing or goes throwing tantrums and setting things on fire blindfully.

He's the type of person who's very practical. He keeps to himself, always. You rarely see issues where Jason's anger is reactive at the moment where the trigger happens to him. If you see his character up close, most of the time when he's triggered his reaction is calm. Even cold.

He gets triggered -> He keeps to himself → He makes a plan → And then he reacts.

Jason's anger being something explosive and out of character and out of place is actually how other people (characters) see it, because they have no idea on how it's playing out on Jason's head.

And that's a thing you can see operating since he was a child.

Where the only exceptions about this effect is either when someone he believes needs his help is involved.

See Nightwing Annual (2021)

But In Batman #411 when Jason learns the fact that Two-Face was responsible for his father's death and Bruce was keeping that from him as a secret his first reaction isn't to blow up on him.

Was to seethe.

Bruce goes up home after dealing with a Two-Face case (in my field we call that poetic irony) and asks Alfred where Jason is, Alfred's answer is that he's been sleeping all day (which is a conclusion that Alfred drew probably after going to check on Jason and seeing him in fact on his bed all day).

But when you see the next panel, even though he is on the bed, He's fully awake and both his expression and his body language shows that he's in fact angry.

This is the first time he appears again in the comics after learning that Two Face killed his dad.

Jason doesn't go towards Bruce immediately to demand an explanation or ask why he did this, or even to throw the truth on his face.

(Which could be debatable that that's something the Dick would usually do, but I'm not that literate on Dick's comics)

His reaction wasn't immediate.

His reaction was to go to his bed and stay quiet. Jason stayed calm and collected the whole trip until meeting Two Face again.

But the moment Jason as Robin has the opportunity to get his hands on Two-Face he does this

From Bruce, and maybe Alfred's perspective it could be interpreted as out of place or him storming off.

But it isn't. Jason was able to keep his cool (even though he shut off), until he was face a face to Two Face.

Does that mean he planned that to happen?

That's debatable, in any moment of this issue it is shown that Jason was actually planning to get to Two Face and do this. I my personal opinion, other and much more plausible explanation is: That he was in fact trying to keep to himself but couldn't hold back the moment that he saw his dad's murder.

You can see the same thing happening as Jason learns that Batman got another Robin in Red Hood: Lost Days.

Talia asks "You all right?" and Jason's first answer is "Sure Why Wouldn't I Be Alright?"

When he's alone he finally has the moment to break down.

(Actually both Red Hood: The lost days and Batman: Under the Red Hood are great case studies on how that usually play out on Jason's head.)

Jason is way more in control of his emotions than people ever give him credit for. The thing is that Jason holds it back until he either blows off or is capable to throw it back in someone's face.

[ruth-odyssey]

༺✩༻ Taking what's not yours

theodore nott x fem!reader

wc. 1.5k 

summary: in which reader has a bad habit of taking her boyfriend's things.

tw. reader is a Gryffindor, some italien pet names

a/n. I genuinely have no idea how far from the Gryffindor common room the astronomy tower is soooo….

“Where in the world are you going at this hour?” You turn around, bag over your shoulder and a blanket in hand. Ron, Harry and Hermione are sitting around a table in the common room, Harry is looking at you clearly confused, eyes darting between you and blanket. “I'm going to the astronomy tower, I've got to finish up my star map for Trelawney.” Ron raises his head, looking at you as if the prospect of actually taking Trelawney’s homeworks seriously – which you had to do since you cannot bullshit your way through a star map – was unfathomable.

“We don't need to go to the astronomy tower for that homework?” Narrowing your eyes at Ron, you deadpan. “The homework is to draw a star map, meaning you have to see the stars Ronald. Unlike you two I won't settle for less than an A.” Harry snorts at that, clearly not caring one bit about said homework. He smiles at you, eyeing your blanket. “Where did you get that blanket from?  I don't think I’ve ever seen this one before.” You glance at said blanket, the soft, fuzzy fabric already warming up your hand. “It’s – You knit your eyebrows, trying to come up with something. – it's kind of old so I don't use it much? Yeah that's why I’ve never seen it before.” You add more confidently. Hermione looks up from her own work, offering you a tired smile. “I think it's great that you’re putting in the work.” She glares at the two boys at that – while Hermione still thought that the study of divination was absolutely ridiculous, she didn't like how easily Harry and Ron would fake their way through their work (usually by predicting their own death) – You roll your eyes, heading towards the portrait. “I'll see you guys later!” You exit the common room, and start making your way to the astronomy tower. 

—————————————

Okay, maybe you should have brought something warmer. You’re currently freezing your ass off in the astronomy tower, your divination homework already done, sitting on your laps, forgotten. Trying to concentrate on anything but the biting cold brought by the late october night, your ears fail to pick up the sound of footsteps. You snap your head towards the stairs, the sound of someone tripping and cursing bringing you back to reality. You get up as a figure appears. “Theo!” You smile and run up to him, finding comfort – and warmth – in his embrace. Your nose is filled with the smell of his cologne. “I'm sorry I'm late Bella, Draco and Mattheo keep asking me for help with the Arithmetic homeworks.” He apologizes, deep voice softer than usual, a tone he only uses with you. You leave his embrace, just enough to get a look at his face. The moonlight illuminating his features, green eyes, staring at you lovingly. His gaze travels from your face to the rest of your body. He smiles, taking in the blanket on your shoulder. “I was looking for that.” He says, his finger grazing the soft fabric of the blanket. You smile letting out a soft laugh. “Yeah Harry was wondering where I got it from.” “Cara mia you need to be more cautious, you did the same thing last week with my sweater. At this rate, your friends will soon find out about us.” As much as you loved your friends, you couldn't bring yourself to tell them about you and Theo. You simply couldn't tell Harry and Ron since they are convinced every single Slythrin are pure evil and with Hermione, – who you knew would be the most understanding – you had tried, only for her to tell you Draco had called her a mudblood yet again on the day you had planned to tell her. Theo’s hand finds your face, finger softly grazing your cheek. “Are you alright?” You nod, silently pulling his hand to sit down. 

He sits down beside you, one arm around your waist, the other inside his pocket due to the biting cold. Man, I wish I had pockets right now. You flex your fingers, desperately trying to warm them up, when an idea pops into your head. You discreetly stuff your hands in Theo’s pocket, cuddling further into him. Theo raises an eyebrow as you shove your hands in his pockets. “What are you doing, trying to steal my pockets now?” He teases, you send him a scandalized look, a smile teasing the corner of your lips. “Stealing???! I’ll have you know I am simply borrowing it, since I’m cold!” Theo smiles, looking up at the sky. “Semantics… – he pauses and looks at you – So what are you gonna steal from me next? You’ve already got my heart, my blanket, my pocket… what's next on the list.” “Your family name.” Theo’s eyes widened a bit, clearly caught off guard by your answer. He quickly regained his composure, a smirk on his face. “I’ll be happy to oblige when we graduate cara mia.” You smile and he leans in, your lips meeting in a tender kiss, gentle and sweet, like the first snowfall of winter. Pulling away, you rest your head against his shoulder, content to spend some time with your boyfriend. Suddenly, Theo's head snapped to the side. You raise your head to look at him confused when he puts a finger over his lips. There. It's unmistakable; someone is coming up the stairs to the astronomy tower. Your eyes widen and you look at Theo, panicked. Could it be Filch? Or maybe a student? He silently gestures for you to get up and follow him. The both of you somehow manage to make it down, only to find Filch and Norris, blocking the very staircase leading to the Gryffindor common room. You turn to Theo who's been surveying the staircase, as if staring would make Filch leave faster. “What do we do, it's already late.” Theo’s eyes meet yours. “You could come to the Slytherin common room with me.” You open your mouth to protest but he stops you. “I’ve got my own room. You can sleep with me tonight and tomorrow I'll sneak you out early.” Thinking about it for a bit you nod – while you were still anxious about the whole thing there was absolutely no way in hell you’d pass up the opportunity to sleep with your boyfriend. – “Okay fine, let's go.” 

Theeo’s room is exactly how you imagined it would be. Chaotic but at the same time organized, papers and discarded cups of coffee on his desk and stacks of books next to his bed. You remove your Gryffindor robes in favor of one of Theo’s t-shirts and slide beneath the soft, warm sheets. You sigh as Theo lays down behind you, his arm finding your waist. He places a kiss on the crown of your hair whispering a small good night. 

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You wake up a few hours later. It's been a while since you’ve slept that well. You hear Theo shift behind you, his hand lazily draped over your waist. Letting out a deep breath, you shift your head slightly looking at the clock next to the bed. 8:35…. 8:35???!!!!! You bolted upright, the realization hitting like a bucket of ice water. You were late. Very late. “THEO, THEO WAKE UP!!!!” Theo let out a groan, shielding his eyes from the sun peaking through the curtains. You get out of bed, looking for your uniform. You enter the bathroom, quickly wash your face. Going back in the room, you rummage through your bag trying to find your mascara, concealer and some lip gloss, hoping none of your friends would question where you had spent the night. You glance at the bed where Theo is still half asleep. He opens his eyes a bit, just enough to look at you. “Cara mia what's going on?” “Theo, my love, it's currently – you look at the clock – 8:40, we are VERY late.” Theo’s eyes snap open. “WHAT.” He turns towards the clock, and groans, scrambling out of bed. He almost trips in his haste, putting on his pants and shirt. The both of you somehow manage to leave the Slytherin common room without being seen by anyone. Reaching the Great Hall, you give Theo a quick peck on the cheek, walking a little faster not to seem suspicious. You quickly make your way to the Gryffindor table, sitting next to Ron. Hermione looks up, smiling. She opens her mouth, eyes darting to your neck. You hold up a hand “Yes yes I know, I’m late, I’m sorry,” You grab a piece of toast, and serve yourself a cup of coffee, throwing a discreet glance at Theo, who’s currently talking with Draco. You make eye contact and his eyes linger on your neckline, he smirks and turns back to his conversation. You narrow your eyes, wondering what that was about. “Y/n?” You start buttering your toast. “Yes Hermione?” “Care to explain why in the name of Merlin you are wearing a Slytherin tie?”

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✶ nuclear seasons, [ soldier boy x reader ]

summary — he was friend’s with your mom. friend is a understatement cause when he appears in the middle of the night looking for revenge in your little apartment in the suburbs, you know he’s far from being nice.

warnings — +18 minors dni, smut, dead dove do not eat, we have a last name (also a mother!), kind of porn without plot? but not really cause it HAS one okay, we call it 50/50, fem!reader using she/her pronouns, p in v, masturbation ( m! receiving but blink and you miss it), dirty talk, age gap, choking, degradation, spitting (i'm sorry), fingering, mentions of injury, cancer (not you tho), tons of tension.

side notes — i’m never experiencing the post ovulation clarity lmao, that being said english is not my first language so sorry for any mistakes, also i’m a whore for jensen ackles, and i stand for what i like proudly. // 5k+

Nightshade is a hero.

You're proud of your mother since you were pretty young. The hero that fought against Vought to death during the time Payback was active, America’s Troublemaker that you only knew as Stella Nightshade, a blonde woman that talked with the death during her golden years.

Maybe it’s your mother the one that pushed you to fight crime, to pursue the bad guys and look out for the victims that can’t stand for themselves, so even when you don’t inherit much from Stella’s gifts, you joined the CIA as soon as you can so you can do something that matters.

You’re the best in your class, work your ass off to be taken serious, to be more than the look of disappointment you receive when people ask, once again, if you have any powers like your mother and you have to admit — In pure shame, that you didn’t born as a superhero but a baby who cried loudly when is too hungry.

But as years pass you make a name for yourself, one that even if differs from Stella’s job has the same noble reasons behind. You also realize you were too naive growing up, believing in heroes that don’t deserve to be called that way.

The country has made a mistake on making superhumans so openly, and it’s clear that got out of control now, backfiring as they got so much power it’s almost impossible to take accountant of any of them.

You’ve worked along Grace Mallory from the shadows, and even when Stella would not be so proud of you for helping get his kind out of the streets, the justice is enough to feed you and keep you warm on a cold night.

You like it that way. You know Grace has a team for it, a legal army of supe-haters as you called them, yet, you prefer to stay in the dark, not let your personal life get involved cause one slip and you can lose it all— Even when you don’t have nothing at all. You like to have an outside life from work, it’s the sane thing to have, so when the CIA Deputy Director asks you about joining the infamous Boys, you politely decline assuring the woman you’ve been more helpful from the outside.

What would Stella Nightshade would say? Now that you’ve grown older and you don’t look at her the same way you used to when you encounter her files and read about your mother. You know she has done wrong, yet with the years, you don't imagine Soldier Boy himself was going to seek for revenge first thing he does when he wakes up, his plan including your mother even when she was long time dead before he even appeared in the picture.

That night especially you let your guard down. It's been a rough couple of weeks back in work, so when the night comes you're a victim of the stress, victim of your bosses and the people that surrounded you. You pour a glass of wine for yourself, light a cigarette even when you haven't smoked in years, and turn on the TV to see something else rather than the face of Homelander in every single channel you've been tuning lately.

It's a weapon. When you leave for a warm shower and start filling the bathtub, you're not aware of what that night was really going to be for you. Oblivious as you stand naked in the middle of the bathroom, holding the glass of wine between your fingers before entering the warm current that relaxed your muscles.

It seems tension is your worst enemy, makes your muscles feel like stone as you got in the water, the cigarette that hangs from your dry lips splashing with tiny droplets of perfumed water as the silence filled the air. It's what you needed, at least ten minutes with your brain shutting off completely, the pleasure you haven't experienced in forever by being so compromised with work.

It's a much-needed break. The smoke that leaves the room by the almost-closed window, the taste of wine still lingering in your lips as you sip another taste of the crimson liquor you love. You don't happen to notice when he's breaking in your apartment, silent and deadly as you were protected by a door closed and a white curtain.

You don't happen to hear him too. The music coming our from your phone is loud enough to silence the knocks on your door at first before breaking the wood, you're too deep in the still water that smelled like roses and vanilla, to even pay attention to what was going on outside the warmth of the four walls that surrounded you.

There's vapor coming out of the water and you find comfort in closing your eyes, in letting the blow of the smoke travel through your throat before suspending itself in the air, flowing as you drank.

In your defense, you haven't been like that in ages.

It's been a long time since you last fill the tub and have a relaxing session with yourself, so it makes sense you are enjoying it a little bit too much, too much cause when the invader is making a lot of noise when stepping into your property, you still enjoy the taste of the alcohol on your lips.

The ashes fall to the ceramic floor outside the tub and you should blame the CIA to make you so tense to the point it leads you to more problems than you ever had. In the dark room of your apartment, it's Soldier Boy the one who's going through any drawer he comes across, the ones closed, the ones hidden, any slit he can find, any clue that can trace your mother back to his personal vendetta.

He's oblivious to Stella's death and her daughter, so when the former superhero hears the noise in the bathroom he's fully convinced it's your mother the one who's behind that door, that she's the one who's going to tell him the truth, if she also sold him to the russians as well in the process.

He's decided also on killing her. She must need it after all that time getting older, closer to death more than ever.

Of course it's an unpleasant surprise when you can see the bathroom door opening when you're sure you left the front door closed and lock with at least two bolts to prevent anyone from getting inside, it makes you jump in the spot, quickly covering yourself from the new stranger that enters your bathroom.

"Stella?" he asks, it's the last room that the hero needs to check for himself.

You spot the green fabric of his suit immediately as you pressed your chest against the cold surface of the tub, and when the invader notices you're naked, he doesn't look away as any person with a hint of respect would do, but instead, continue on checking you out as you try to cover yourself in the water tinted in a nonexistent transparent color red.

You can feel his gaze as soon as you recognize him too, as you happen to notice that face from your mother's pictures, the propaganda in the TV when he did almost every commercial back when you were a kid. It's a shock, and dressed in his damn suit, you don't know why an old superhero is there standing beneath the yellowish bulbs of the light your bathroom happens to have.

Your cheeks adopt this pink color as you panic, grabbing the cup of wine to throw the liquid in the floor, breaking it against the marble walls just to shatter the glass in pieces, a weapon of defense as you lifted up against him.

"You're not Stella."

Soldier Boy looks amused: it's funny that you think you'd be able to kill him with shattered glass, yet he lets you keep thinking that way when he's enjoying the view.

Is he to blame? He just got out from this giant cooking oven back with the communists and he hasn't got his way with a lady since what seems are centuries, so when he spots you in the tub he simply cannot contain himself from peaking around. You should be in what? Not more than your 20's? Soft-looking skin that asked to be marked with his hands, by the force of his lips crashing in your flesh.

The thought is compelling, you're looking all feisty with the glass in your hand, threatening him and speaking something Soldier Boy cannot catch at first — Shit, he doesn't even notice the blood in your hand that's dripping all over your small rug in the floor, the power women like yourself seemed to have now and weirdly enough, a huge turn on.

"Get the fuck out!" you scream in an authority voice, the same you use back at work when you're mad, when you're usually holding a gun in defense more than a piece of broken glass "Stella is not fucking here!"

It takes a few more words to actually get him out of there, and as he closes the door behind him you finally stand to grab a towel covering from the currents of wind, trying, really hard, to think about anything else more that the fact that Soldier Boy has entered your house and your bathroom in the worst moment, far from what you were last updated with.

To be honest, it almost gave you a heart attack, leaving the bathroom to find your home torn apart, the drawers open and all the papers you've meticulously kept in place being all over the place as Ben stands awkwardly holding a shield in the middle of your living room.

"Fucking hell" you're cursing under your breath as you gathered some important things you cannot leave on the floor even when you're still wet from the shower, expelling this nice aroma that mixed the roses and the vanilla together with your personal scent — Weirdly enough, a fucking show to the hero that's already rock-hard from the peak he had of you from before.

You don't really notice it at first, too busy being mad as you let the papers you gathered on top of the table. You lose the shame you got left as the wet drops of the shower leave a trace in the floor — And as usual, you clearly don't notice it, but Ben does when the water is running down your back, and you're barking something about calling someone called Grace, holding onto a white tower with your dear life.

"Where is Stella Nightshade, sweetheart?" he speaks out loud cause he don't understand anything you say, really fighting to be nice with you like it would give him an opportunity to get under your skin.

"My mother's dead," you stand there without knowing what to say after. You know he and your mother were close, but you don't imagine he was going to actually go find her teammate when he recently woke up in a different country. "She died years ago dude, i'm sorry."

The information gathers in his head as you take a clean oversized shirt from the laundry basket covering with it as you throw the towel to the floor, Red Hot Chili Peppers it says, but he thinks it's a place in Italy more than a band like he isn't troubled already by the fact you were Stella's daughter, the person who thought was her only friend back in the time now dead.

"Does anyone know you're here?" your mind is drifting back to work again as you wondered if anyone knew he was going to break into your apartment and choose not to send any help — "Ben."

You've read his file. Hell, to be honest you've read every single file in Payback, so it's no surprise you know his name, but to the hero, it seems to be amusing when you call him by his real name, his mind fueled in a different direction as he notices you're not wearing any underwear beneath the shirt you're choosing to wear, one whose fabric's barely covering your tights.

"What do you mean dead?" he asks, furrowing his brows "It's not been so long."

"She got cancer three years ago" you explain with a sad tone, even when you disagree with Stella, it pains you to remember what sickness made out of her, consuming her from the inside at a cruel pace.

"Motherfucker," he states clearly angry, and you cannot help but look at him with a weird face, searching for the phone you left in the sofa to call any-fucking-body in the office that could send a damn army to get you: Didn't the Boys have everything under control? That's what you're told anyway, then why the fuck is the subject of matter cursing in your little messy apartment? — "Bitch just got away with it before I could do anything, isn't it? What a fucking shame."

"Pardon me?" it catches you by surprise at first, but it hits you soon after. Soldier Boy is not there to say hello to your mother or ask for her help, but instead, he's there to get revenge and actually kill Stella by his own matters.

Fuck. Of course is something new, something that makes you feel cold all sudden, your wet hair making you visible shake as you became aware of his plans.

"You know them. You know the people from the lab" it's more of a fact than a question, letting the words feel salty in his own mouth. "The ones that let me get away."

He's quickly to gather the pieces too, not as dumb as you think he is as the puzzle is finally coming up together in his head, and it's all it takes for him to take a step closer to you, cutting that space you've created since you kicked him out of the bathroom — He's angry now.

The red globe on his hand is now holding you by the throat, applying enough pressure to cut the air flow going to your lungs almost completely, his fingertips warm against your bare skin as he holds you in front of his figure, pushing you against the cold wall.

You usually would enjoy such activities, yet in the context you are trapped in right now, you began to choke, your own hands trying to push his grip back even when he’s too strong, not even flinching when you’re squirming, gasping for some air as your face became red, tears gathering in your eyes as he let you breathe for a couple of seconds when he senses you’re too close to black out.

“Talk little Nightshade” he says in a low voice. “Or else i’m breaking your pretty neck.”

“I work for the CIA!” You explain quickly as your breathing became more labored by the seconds. “Not for the people who let you out! I promise!”

He’s going to kill you. You can see the determination in his eyes, that predator look he happens to have.

What you don’t know, somehow, is that he’s going fucking insane. Your smell coming up to his nose to make him shiver, the sight of you in an oversized shirt that barely covers your shape is more than enough to push his buttons, to make him forgot about any killing he was allegedly so concentrated in fulfill, the sight of you almost crying messing with his brain.

Little Nightshade is a fucking tease.

His eyes follow your expression, the hand that gripped your neck and choke you harshly now pressing enough to only suppress the air flow in a more enjoyable way, the tension quickly shifting from dying to pleasure all over again as he kept you in place so easily.

It’s impossible to move, to do anything more than be pressed against a cold wall. Your mother has once again lied to you and you notice the relationship she painted with Soldier Boy was more of a movie in her head than reality itself. Makes you gulp in response when you stare at his expression, the face of a trained killer as you knew, fucking knew, a bit more of force in your neck and it would snap without any difficulty.

“I don’t work with them” you assure once again, maybe it’s your survivor skills hitting when you repeat it in a low voice, catching on your breath when he lets go allowing you to fill your lungs with air just enough before pressing that very spot again, the one that actually turns you on. “Fuck’s sake.”

Is that how you end? On your lame apartment?

The next is a weird thing, cause in the blink of an eye he’s close to your face planting his own body next to yours and you’re shivering at the feeling, his armor pressed against your chest as he left the shield he was holding on the floor.

The metal is pressed against your skin covered by the thin cotton of Red Hot Chili Peppers shirt, and he is so close, so close you froze there, no longer fighting his tight grip but mesmerized by his damn face, the same you watched on TV when you were a kid, the handsome man you happen to severely crush on in secret, just because you don’t want Stella to know or she will give you a long talk about how he is her age.

But he is, handsome as fuck, and now being so close to his face you can say it with all confidence. His beard is shaved perfectly and he smells incredibly good even for someone who has spent time locked away without any kind of hygiene, his green suit protecting him from the cold air that was getting through the opened window.

“Who are you?” he asks, scanning your face with a curious look as he wanted to know what expression you would have when you know why he's there in the first place — “What do you know about Stella Nightshade, your mother, selling me out?”

Fuck. So that's why he's there. You know she did it. And it's impossible for you to lie when he's making you so nervous, away from any weapon, any form of defense as you left the glass in the bathroom sink when you notice large gash on your hand, and your silence makes nothing more than leave him fuming. If he was angry before, he now reaches a higher level as his grip turns more violent now that he knows you know what he meant, why he's there claiming to talk with your death mother out of nothing.

"Call her then. Use your powers" he demands dryly, and you're shaking at this point cause it's more shame added to the long pile, the bathroom already being a humiliation by itself. "Fucking call her."

You squirm beneath his grabbing, when he's pushing you harder against the concrete wall and you can just feel him from under the suit, hard cock pressing against your belly, green in your vision as he towers over you. He knows what he's doing, and even when you try to be disgusted by it, you find yourself enjoying his closeness, how he's pinning you with no effort at all, hands on your throat while he demanded an answer.

"I can't call her" you admit in a low voice, cheeks now red as the embarrassment crept upon your face — "I don't have my mother's power."

Soldier Boy seems to not believe you for a mere second, after that you can feel the blade of the knife pressing against your skin, a threat that now becomes more real as you can feel the cold metal stomach. One swift movement and you'd be stabbed without a second thought.

It's sick how much you enjoy it when you are squirming against him, goosebumps in the zone he threats to destroy.

A force pull his lips upwards in a smile, unable to pay attention to nothing else but the sound you made without even realizing it. "You like that, huh little Nightshade?"

It seems to be a joke for him, bitting your inner cheek to prevent you from saying something stupid, from letting out a moan in response to all the sudden desire.

Despite all conditions you stay silent, holding his gaze like it's a game you're not going to lose. He didn't respond either, trapped in a second that seemed longer than the usual when time stopped around you, eyes looking like he can surpass the old fabric of the white shirt you choose to wear.

It's the tension what makes you mad. You're so into getting people like him, that your ego is bruised now that you notice you are actually attracted to all of that, to the way he's pressing you against the concrete, how all falls into place when he's pushing himself against you, invading any private space you could require.

He's kissing you soon after. Ben crumbles against the tension as the hand on your throat demands a kiss now, pulling you closer to his face without any warning nor concern as he crash his lips against yours in a rough kiss. You try to push him away in response even when you don't want to; see, it's hard to even admit you have interest in Soldier Boy in any other way more than the professional, but when he's bitting your lower lip you're letting your defense down: When is the last time you've been kissed like that?

You remind yourself you're tired from work, that the CIA has done nothing for you more than fuck your over and over even to this point, losing sight of one of the most important heroes of the word, and it's making you encourage to let go just for a mere hour.

"Lookin' so good takin' a bath" he says, and the sound of his deep voice is enough to send an electric wave through your spine, like he’s talking to himself as the hand on your hip is now tracing the curves of your body, taunting you from over the shirt he now learns to love. His beard is now scraping against your skin and you can feel his lips going down, tracing an invisible path to the crook of your neck as his hand is no longer choking you.

Jesus. Was that even happening or was that your imagination? Did you feel asleep on the bathtub? Maybe it’s a reflection as you are close to drowning, your brain doing that happy thoughts shit. You’re tilting your head to the side just to give him more space to work with and you’re just letting it be, enjoying how he’s sucking and nibling on your skin to leave a red mark behind, all teeth and no fucking control as he uses a good amount of force to make you moan in the process, the pain enough to remember who’s really on charge.

Ben forgets about asking any more questions, he’s too busy when his hand are taking decisions by themselves as they slide under your shirt, body still cold from the bath you just took, water still drying in your flesh when he’s like he usually is — An invader.

His hands are big and they’re capable of holding your whole tummy as he caress the soft skin that seems to expel a warm sensation, how it leaves goosebumps in any place he touches. You remember you’re basically at his mercy now that his hands roam with all liberty under your shirt, the look he gave you in the bathroom mistaken you for Stella, his eyes looking at any exposed skin he could look at.

“What the fuck,” you try to say under your breath, to keep on this facade you have of a composed person, one that won’t give in to be manhandled “What the fuck do you think you are you doing?”

“Well, i’m not seeing any complains” The blade cuts through the cotton leaving a large hole you know you won’t be able to sew after yet he’s right: There are no complains, nothing but eager that makes him go further as the seconds passed “In fact, can see that you’re pretty much enjoying it, Doll.”

You hate the nickname, that old man way of speaking when he’s squeezing one of your breasts with more force you can even handle, cursing at how easy it seems to be for him, how he wants to see you simply destroyed.

“You’re loving this isn’t?” he ask all sudden, studying you with his hazel eyes — “You love being a good whore f’me? My little Nightshade.”

He’s hard under the suit, covered in a green material you don’t know how to call as your hand searches for him, crave for him, convincing that it's what you must do as you trace the invisible lines his muscles made.

Soldier Boy’s messy, much like an animal when he’s groaning beneath your touch, his own body seeking for yours as your fingers grew bolder, demanding for a deeper contact — “Careful there sweetheart, i’m still fresh out of the oven. May be a little rusty."

You laugh at his words cause you know what he means, yet your hands work by themselves as you barely even touch him from over the suit, the hard feeling of his cock against your palm, hips buckling against your hand seconds after seeking for you, eyes shut for a couple of seconds.

“M’being careful” you say, catching yourself stealing a look at his reaction, taking your time on pleasuring him , gulping as he experiences the torture of your touch “Taking it slow for an old man.”

“Old man, huh? Now you're talking” He teases, and the sound of his laugh just fucks you up. Maybe it has to be with the fact he’s placing two fingers in front of your lips while looking at you, swollen pink lips he’s so fixated for a second, or it’s because he is, indeed, way older than you are — “Spit.”

It’s not a command, but it sounds like one as you’re unable to disobey, quickly spitting in his hand as you can visibly see the traces of saliva leaving a wet residue in your chin, one Ben looks at it for a good amount of time: How is something like saliva is so damn erotic? He doesn’t know it, but it’s enough to send him into a spiral.

He’s strong you think, cause he’s a superhero. He’s Soldier Boy by any meaning, so it’s not a big effort to hold you in his arms and lift you in the air as you let out a gasp of surprise, spanking your ass as one of his hands separates your legs for him, holding one up as you stand in the other.

“Relax, 'got you, doll” he says, your back against the wall as he kept a bruising grip in your hip, holding you in place so you don’t have to keep your balance — “Fuck you smell so damn good.”

The roses and vanilla aroma lingers on your skin as you finally understand what he's doing now, his hand close to your cunt as he taunts you, torturing you like you did so eagerly before, his personal pet as his digits get lost in your entrance now, your folds spilled with juice he can physically feel in his fingertips, your arousal's so nice against the palm of his hand he cannot help but kiss you, a feverish desire taking over his actions, the lewd sound his fingers made when he finally pushes his digits inside of you, velvety walls welcoming him as they seemed to squeeze him already — He has made such a good job on turning you on, it’s impossible to not react when he’s finally touching you, pumping into you in a constant pace.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he says, the look on your face is enough to make his cock twitch in his pants in response, imagination running wild as he thinks about that very same feeling in a much deeper way, how you’d look now stretched out, crying just like you did when he choked you asking for information — “Such a nice cunt, so wet f’me.”

He's looking at you, holding the image in his mind forever: Pink pussy displayed for him, white t-shirt rising over your chest, lifting your leg over his arm as his muscles flexed by the force he's using to fuck you deliberately, your lips parted as you ask for more in between erratic moans as his fingers curved inside you so he can hit that nice place he can reach with no effort at all, that one spot thats makes you moan louder.

"Ah-fuck" you let out. Ben's all about touching you for what it seems an eternity, thumb grazing against your clit when he's plainly torturing you, testing how much patience you have left now that he has full control of you.

"Don't cum," he demands, your heartbeats are louder by the seconds as he lifts you slightly, lips attacking your neck before the words escape from his mouth "Need you to come undone in my cock first."

He's leaving marks, marks you don't remember how to hide but don't bother you at all, touching you as he pleases you, taking all the time in the world cause it seems like the night belongs to him — Getting started as you shake your head in an improvised yes.

Yes. The thought is pure electricity, the sudden need to please him as you shake your head once again.

“Please Ben,” you don’t recognize what you’ve become now. “Please let me cum in your cock.”

"Go on doll, put on a show f'me" the supe says with a grin you cannot resist. "Bend and show me that lovely ass."

It’s all it takes. His fingers are now away from you, but you’re now facing the wall as you obey, bending until your cheek is pressed against the concrete and you can hear how he’s now unzipping his pants, the green fabric of his suit now to the side.

You look at him from over your shoulder, bitting the your lower lip as you check him out, his slightly curved dick pointing upwards, precum already leaking out.

“Like what you’re seeing or what?”

“Yeah, but there’s no fucking way.”

You’re feeding on his ego now, but you can’t help it when his size is far from what you consider it’s common — “Common’ doll. You can hadle it.”

You gulp in response cause you know you’re more than eager to try, just the sight of his own hand holding his lenght as he strokes himself making you drool in response. Fuck. It transforms in a need now. When he positions himself beneath you and he’s spitting down to that very place where he’s pushing against your hole, saliva coating his cock before just letting the tip inside.

Lubricated, he pushes a bit more and it feels just damn right. Even when it begans to hurt as he’s thick enough to force himself inside you.

Benjamin knows you’re in pain so he waits a second before shoving his cock inside one more time. You need some time as he stretches you out, clenching your teeth while he works.

"You're doing it s'good" he praises, hand massaging your back as he prevents himself from fucking you at his liking, “Takin' me like a champ."

"God" you let out a sharp moan moments after, crying when you felt the pain more than anything else — "Can't-"

"No doll" he hums as he pulls slightly more. “You can do this” he forces himself in until he's finally balls deep inside your cunt, letting you adjust to his size as he can feel fucking everything. Your blood flow, your velvety walls that squeeze him unused to someone as big as he was, your face distorted in what seems an intense mix of pain and pure, devastating pleasure — "Atta girl."

Strikes like lighting.

Soldier Boy's bitting your shoulder-blade as he waits, waits for it to switch into pleasure, to become intoxicating to the point you cannot longer remember your own name.

"Please move," you ask sooner than he thinks, and when he moves, you can feel it in your belly, melting your fucking brain as he repeated the process again, burying his cock as deep as he could go without any previous warning — "Ah, just like that, please-"

"Do you like how my cock is stretching you out now?" Ben's voice is way deeper than what usually is as he laughs, grunting behind you as one of his hands reach a fistful of your hair, grabbing it with force to pull your head backwards "Good girl, keep huggin' my cock."

You're drunk on the feeling, on the vibrations his voice sends every time he's saying something dirty for you, when he laughs victim of the pleasure.

"Gonna' keep you as my personal slut," he thinks out loud, pushing you against the wall every time he fucks you, using his other hand to spread one of your ass cheeks to the side so he can hit it harder. "Use you as my fucking pet so I can cum on your pretty face whenever I want."

He's moaning, your body’s sweaty as he pulls your hair without caring, not concentrated on the pain it produces as his hips continue on collide against you.

"Would you like that, little Nightshade?" he asks then in a low voice, his thumb pressing against your asshole as he fucks you harder now that you're used to his size. "Could get used to this pretty cunt. Promise to keep my cock whore nice and full."

It doesn't take long. Soldier Boy's moans are now filling the room as his pace becomes faster, slurred words between his erratic breathing when the hand on your hair comes up to finally grab you by the neck, like he can read your mind cause it's exactly what you need to get there, to experience by first hand a set of crashing waves that were getting more and more intense on your stomach.

You're close to the edge. He can smell it in the air when the sound of your skin slapping against his is loud enough to be all you can hear, mixing with the lovely moans you produce when he’s pounding into you with no mercy, fingers pressing the side of your neck with enough force you’re running out of breathe.

It’s messy, violent and you love it, love how he’s ruining you all sudden, fucking you up from the inside, making your vision turning dizzy in response. You’re immersed in the haze he’s driven you into before admiting:

“God i’m so fucking close.”

“Cum on my cock,” it sounds like he’s begging you to do it, fingers finding their way to your swollen clit to move against the sensitive flesh “Come on doll, leave me full of you.”

He’s making you move now, hands now controlling your hips as you take him as his liking, mere seconds until you’re finally crumbling, violently shaking as you finally reach your peak. He keeps on fucking you through your high, long enough so he’s pulling out all of sudden, stroking his lenght over you as his cum finally lands on your back leaving you convered with his load.

Fucking hell.

When you’re coming down from your orgasm shame seems to hit you hard, however for Ben is not enough when he’s kneeling on the floor, eyes on the mess his cock made out of you.

“Wanna go again, little Nightshade?” he asks curiously, and the question makes you laugh in response, forgetting about formalities and the trouble it meant you were intimate with Soldier Boy out of all the supes in the world.

“Hm,” you seem to think about it for a second, his breathing close to your wet pussy as he’s still wearing his clothes in contrast of you being so exposed — “But you’re keeping the suit on.”

He don’t have any complains when he’s the one pressing his face against your wet folds.

Funny thing is now when you’re forced to join the Boys days after that very encounter — A bad joke when you’re now babysitting Soldier Boy himself.

“Been missing you s’much little Nightshade” he admits after a couple of minutes alone in the filthy motel “Thinking about how cute you are, how you felt taking my cock so nicely in your living room.”

“Fuck off, Ben.”

“We’ll be quick” he promises “That stupid assholes back there wont even notice.”

You seem to think about it for a second before lifting your middle finger in response — “I said fuck off, Ben.”

For now, it’s enough for him that you’re thinking about it.

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[wileys-russo]

the royal box II l.williamson

i think this is genuinely up there with one of my favourite fics i've ever written the royal box II l.williamson

"i'd love to do lunch! i should probably find my seat soon but maybe next week? i'll get my agent to text me my calendar." you smiled, kissing the girls cheek and clinking your drink against hers in goodbye as you turned back to the bar.

not having seen her since you'd walked your first runway years ago it never ceased to amaze you how small the world could seem at these type of events, truly never knowing who you'd run into next, most of them a pleasant surprise.

"shame they let anybody in here now, for a royal box it’s really going downhill." but that voice, that raspy tone and infuriatingly attractive accent, that voice was not a pleasant surprise, in fact it was anything but.

"leah." you didn't even need to turn to look at her as she appeared beside you, nursing a drink of her own as the pair of you watched the pre set warm ups commence on the court below, stood together at a large crystal clear double paneled window right by the bar.

"well it can't be that royal of a box if you're here. unless they invited you because you're a royal pain in the ass?" you met her gaze with a fake smile, sipping at your drink as she puffed air from her nose.

"well you never seemed to complain when i was touching your ass darling." she quipped back smugly as you finished your drink with a fake chuckle, reaching over to place the empty glass on the bar top.

you hadn't seen her in months and yet it felt like only yesterday those same bright eyes had been locked with yours, often at any and all hours of the night and rarely ever stone cold sober as you'd roll around in bed together.

but swallowing the past you plastered a polite smile on your face and turned back to her. “lovely of your dad to let you borrow his suit, though it could have been tailored a little better-” you gently knocked your foot against hers, heel dragging up the edge of her pants that indeed were a centimeter or two too long to reveal her ankles.

"-then again, might be best to hide those shoes. did you loan those from your grandad?" you grimaced, leah kicking your foot away with a scowl, necking the last of her own drink.

“well speaking of hiding what a lovely change for you to put on a dress that isn't two sizes too small and soaked in cheap tequila and regret." the blonde smiled charmingly reaching over your shoulder to put her empty glass down next to yours, gesturing to the bartender that she'd like another.

"then again i know thats all about easy access for you, isn't it?" leah smirked as your eyes narrowed but still the fake smile remained on your lips.

“i seem to remember you never minded. less material to rip off and toss on your floor first, then throw at my face once we were done and you wanted me to leave, right?” you retorted back, not missing the way her eyes dipped up and down to check you out.

“do I have a glow about me? i’ve just been getting so much more beauty sleep without the needy calls at three in the morning.” leah questioned, patting her cheeks gently with a smug glint in her eyes as you laughed politely.

“no i was actually going to suggest you try a new eye cream, anti aging maybe? and these frown lines…yikes. then there’s those angry little eyebrows-” your finger wiggled around in front of her face pointing things out, lips curling upward at the way the smug humor was promptly wiped from her features.

“at least my eyebrows are real.” leah was quick to bite, jaw muscles visibly clenching as you chuckled, not at all ashamed of the fact you got yours tattooed, something leah used to find endlessly fascinating.

“well in my defense i have had a lot of practice faking things, haven't i?” you grinned watching her jaw tense even more, knowing exactly which kinks in her armor to poke at to get a reaction even after all this time had passed.

"please. i know you miss me!" leah's eyes rolled cockily as you laughed sarcastically. “aw is that what you have to tell yourself to feel better? baby I haven’t missed you at all.” you promised as her eyes now rolled.

“yeah you wish, i’ve missed you even less.”

“did dad do your tie for you as well or have we learned how to do it ourselves by now?” you pouted mockingly, reaching over and tightening the knot of her tie as she pushed your hands away and quickly tugged it back looser again.

“booked any genuine campaigns yet or is mummy still flashing the nepotism card to get you on the runway?” leah pouted right back as you scoffed and she grinned, also knowing exactly where to poke at you to get what she wanted.

“please like you don’t stalk my socials, i see you watching my stories.” you snickered, eyes drifting away from her and back down to the court where things seemed to be about to start.

“you think about me so much you feel the need to check? do you post things hoping i'll see them? aw baby girl that’s so sweet of you.” leah cooed pinching your cheek as you smacked her hand off you with a glare.

“don’t call me that.” you warned, hating the glee which filled her face at your obvious discontent, cursing yourself internally for allowing her to see as much.

“oh i'm sorry, struck a nerve did i? good girl, is that better?” leah leaned in closer to whisper, lips grazing your ear as she grabbed a fresh drink from the bar and retracted, the hair on the back of your neck standing to attention.

you kept quiet at that, turning away from her and ordering a new drink of your own with a polite smile, still feeling her eyes on your back as she made no move to leave.

"surely there's some doe eyed idiot with a complex for athletes that you can go swoon with the stories of you kicking things to boost your microsized ego?" you rolled your eyes hearing her chuckle and move to lean against the bar right beside you again.

"footballs. kicking footballs, never could learn the rules or the lingo could you? or maybe you just pretend not to know so i'll explain to you over and over and over, always giving you the attention you want so badly." leahs finger swiped at your nose as you gave her a hard look and shoved at her shoulder.

"speaking of idiots, will that wet mop with teeth and a combover you call a boyfriend be joining us?” leah questioned, spinning around so her back leant against the bar top and her eyes scanned the room, everyone slowly filing out to find their seats.

"you really have been keeping tabs." you glanced up at her with a small smirk as she chose not to acknowledge your statement.

“but no he’s probably off partying in magaluf or ibiza spreading some sort of sexually transmitted disease, waving his little dick around and shoving it into everything that moves.” you rolled your eyes with disdain at the mention of your anything but loyal ex, the boy having slept with more women just while he was with you than you think you had your entire lifetime.

"ahh i see, ex boyfriend then. did he catch the sti from you? or was it one pregnancy scare too many that pushed the unwilling father to be away.” leah smirked though she felt you stiffen beside her and suddenly alarm bells went off in her head that maybe she'd taken things just a step too far.

"fuck you leah." you didn't even hang around to wait for your drink, giving the taller girl one final venomous look which made her stomach drop before you were storming off away from her to find your seat.

it had happened when you least expected it.

you'd not seen leah for a couple of weeks as she was on camp for england, but nothing about your hook ups regular or scheduled and certainly not monogamous you'd busied yourself seeing other people.

this night in particular it had been a rather handsome male model you'd been on a shoot with, accepting his offer of dinner and drinks once you'd wrapped for the day, raised never to say no to a free meal or a hot date.

one thing lead to another and later that night you found yourself in a club packed with blurred faceless bodies, surrounded by strangers and drowning yourself in shots to the point you didn't even remember leaving and going home with him.

there was however one thing that was burned into your mind, the biggest regret of your life as the condom had broke while the two of you were going at it.

normally you were always careful and you'd never be this stupid but the boy dismissing it himself you'd been far too drunk to disagree as he made no move to pull out.

not even getting to have a release yourself it had been a gloriously underwhelming seven minutes before he was satisfied and then suddenly too tired to return the favor.

again with potentially more cheap vodka in your system than blood you'd passed out beside him, spending the night in his bed and waking up hours later with a pounding headache and a deep rooted shame as you sat up and slivers of last night flickered through your mind.

grabbing your clothes you quickly dressed and fled his house, no idea where you were as you sat on his front steps and bounced your knee, the shame spreading through your body quickly morphing into anxiety as your fight or flight kicked in.

knowing there was one person who would answer this time of morning you clicked call, phone held to your ear and skin crawling with disgust as you prayed she would come through.

sure enough after only a few rings the dial tone clicked and you heard a yawn. "this is unusually early for a hook up even for you, what you need and miss me this badly?" the teasing tone and snicker died in her mouth hearing how you spoke her name.

"leah." you could barely get it out without crying, covering your mouth as reality set in and the blonde on the other end sat up in her bed, rubbing her eyes and trying to wake herself up properly.

"whats happened? whats wrong?" the concern in her voice was lost on you as you took a shaky breath. "can you come pick me up please? i don't know where i am but i can send you my location." you asked quietly, leah already out of bed and rummaging around for her car keys.

"yeah send it now, i'll be there soon."

you'd moved away from his house lingering on the curb out front when you heard her pull up, standing to your feet and hurrying to her car just wanting to get as far away from here as possible.

leah had intended to get out of the car to check on you but you were already up and opening the passenger door, sliding into her car and avoiding her gaze as you buckled yourself in.

"you alright?" leah asked cautiously voice thick with sleep, taking in your disheveled appearance and oddly quiet manner with a frown. "i'm fine." you muttered quietly, fiddling with your hands in your lap as you stared down at the floor.

"did something happen?" leah asked carefully though you knew what she meant, a gentle nudge to your side having her offering you a bottle of water she'd quickly grabbed from her fridge as she flew out the door.

"can you take me to a pharmacy please? there's one open about ten minutes from here." you asked after accepting the water with a quiet thank you, leah hesitating for a moment which you felt.

"leah, please." you finally looked up and met her gaze, silence filling the car as the blondes eyes raked over you. "actually don't worry i should have just called an uber or something i'm sorry." you shook your head, moving to unclip your seatbelt as leahs hand shot to grab yours.

"no, please i really don't want you in an uber by yourself right now. put the address in and i'll take you." leah promised softly, squeezing your hand and waiting until you nodded to let go, starting the car back up as you typed the address into her gps system.

there wasn't another word exchanged between the pair of you, leah focused on the road and your own gaze trained out the window, occasionally taking small sips of the cold bottle of water clenched in your hand.

"you don't need to come in, i can find my way home from here." you unclipped yourself as leah pulled up outside the small block of shops where the twenty four seven pharmacy was.

"thank you leah." you spoke sincerely and softly, leaning across the console to kiss her cheek, slipping out of the car before the blonde could even get a word out.

she sat there stumped for a second watching your figure disappear into the pharmacy, shaking her head and hurrying to unclip her own belt, turning off the car and hurrying in after you.

"leah what-" you looked up in surprise as she appeared beside you, crinkle of confusion in your eyebrows as the blonde opened and closed her mouth a few times.

"sunglasses! i need sunglasses and...pads?" she floundered around for an excuse, grabbing a pair of shades off the rack in front of you and slipping them on with an awkward smile.

you couldn't help but chuckle, seeing what she was doing but appreciating it none the less. "thank you." you smiled, leah nodding and darting off to grab the pads she had no intention of using as you waited for the pharmacist.

"what can i get for you love?" the older woman eventually appeared in front of you as you shifted uncomfortably. "can i get the morning after pill please?" you asked quietly, not missing the judgement that flashed across her face though it was gone as soon as it appeared.

you jumped at a loud clatter behind you glancing over your shoulder to see a flustered looking leah scrambling to clean up the pile of baby formula tins she'd just knocked over, sunglasses still covering her eyes.

"sorry! sorry! i just...i got this." leah motioned to the tins, cheeks flushed bright red in embarrassment as you bit the inside of your own cheek to hide a smile, hearing the pharmacist sigh.

"is this pill for yourself or someone else?" the woman asked in a monotone, kindness drained from her voice as the same cocktail of shame, anxiety and disgust leapt into your mouth like bile.

"myself."

"have you considered all of your options?" the woman asked again as you frowned with confusion. "my options?" you questioned as again the woman sighed as if you were doing her a grave disservice.

"your options. have you taken a test? seen a doctor? do you know if you are actually pregnant?" the woman raised an eyebrow as your mouth opened and closed a few times, caught off guard by the questions.

"excuse me? it is literally called the morning after pill. how would she have had time to go see a doctor and take a test? not that any of that is your business." leah was suddenly beside you, sunglasses pushed onto her forehead and signature scowl on her face.

"well i-"

"exactly. so can you please get her the fucking pill? legally i don't think she's required to do anything than prove she's of age to purchase it." leah warned seriously as the womans eyes widened and she nodded, quickly rummaging around behind her.

"here." she placed it down in front of you and rang you up, your phone tapping to pay as leah stared the woman down firmly. "thank you." the blonde smiled though it didn't reach her eyes, the two of you quickly making your way out of the store and back to leahs car.

"seems all i'm doing today is saying thank you." you smiled hovering by her car, leah dismissing it with a small wave. "you might need to wait and take that in a little bit though." leah gestured for you to get into the car as she rounded to her own side.

"why?" you asked, eyebrows furrowing in confusion as she started up the engine, arm draped across the back of your seat looking over her shoulder with a grin.

"well because i just realised i didn't pay for these sunglasses."

"we're at your place?" you questioned later as the blonde pulled into her driveway and cut the engine off. you'd already taken the pill during the drive, missing the way leahs eyes flickered to you every few minutes to check you were okay.

"yeah i figured you probably shouldn't be by yourself, just in case theres any side effects or anything." leah brushed it off as you nodded slowly, genuinely too tired and hungover to find an argument.

you followed her out of the car and into her home, finding it strange to be stood here in broad daylight and uncertain of what was to come, awkwardly wrapping your arms around yourself.

"do you want a shower?" leah offered as you glanced down and realised you really could use one, the thought of being able to wash off the remnants of last night too tempting to turn down.

"yeah that would be great, thank you."

you exhaled heavily as you exited leahs shower already feeling better, finding a bundle of clean clothes waiting at the door for you to change into.

you couldn't help but inhale as you wiggled yourself into her clothes, drowned in the scent of leahs expensive perfume and green apple body wash, unable to deny the comfort it strangely provided you.

"all good?" leah asked as you appeared, the girl also unable to deny the weird way her stomach twisted seeing you clad in her clothes. "yeah your water pressure is insane." you chuckled making her grin, licking a dollop of jam off her thumb.

"thought you might want something to eat but i haven't exactly done my groceries yet." leah offered you a plate of toast, slight pink blush in her cheeks, something you'd not seen from the footballer the entire time you'd known her.

"its perfect." you assured, ignoring the urge to tease her for blushing knowing the girl had practically saved you today and you owed her a great debt of gratitude.

"do you want to watch something?" leah offered, thumb pointing to the lounge as you nodded, following her over here as you sat down, leah right beside you with her own plate and grabbing the remote.

"is that...just plain bread?" you asked, amusement present in your features at the blondes choice of breakfast. "yeah, so?" she scoffed defensively as you raised your hands up in surrender.

"nothing...the stomach wants what it wants." you laughed, leah kicking you playfully and grabbing her plate, settling back into the lounge and propping her sock covered feet onto the coffee table.

"you watch this?" you asked with surprise as she flicked on last nights episode of big brother. "you don't?" she questioned with a mouthful of bread as you grimaced and knocked your knee into hers.

"of course i do, just didn't picture englands captain wasted her time on trashy reality tv!" you teased taking a bite of your toast as she shrugged, reaching behind her to grab a blanket off the back of the lounge, putting down her plate and gesturing for you to put your arms up as she draped it across the two of you.

"might be a god in the bedroom but i am still human." she winked as you jokingly gagged and she pulled a face, settling back down and munching on her plain bread as a comfortable silence fell between the pair of you.

you weren't sure when you fell asleep but you awoke several hours later dazed and confused. you tensed realising you weren't alone, an arm draped across your midsection as you groggily rubbed your eyes, blinking a few times and coming to.

you quickly realised it was leah draped across you, a mess of blonde hair covering her face as it was tucked into your shoulder, her arm slung tightly across your midsection, other hand intertwined with yours as you realised your fingers were interlocked.

you felt weird, no-you felt good. it felt strangely right to be in this foreign position with her and that was terrifying, the subtle and warm and welcoming domesticity of the situation filled you with dread and with fear.

you couldn't develop feelings for her, not for leah.

leah who wouldn't even look at you after she'd spend hours worshipping your body and having you chanting her name among all sorts of obscenities.

leah who would just toss you your clothes and wander off for a shower or roll back over in bed facing away from you, which you knew all too well was the unspoken cue for you to leave.

yet here she was curled up into you, legs stretched out across the coffee table and tucked under a blanket, holding your hand and your body in a way so tender you had almost forgotten what sincere non sexual intimacy felt like.

so you did what countless nights spent with her had trained you to, you left.

carefully unwinding yourself out of her grip the blonde had stirred but remained asleep, allowing you the time to shrug off her clothes and slip back into your dress from the night before with a disgusted grimace at the memories they held.

folding up her clothes and leaving them on the arm of the lounge you gave her one last look, a weird longing to just wrap yourself back up in her arms all you needed to push you out her front door.

leah had woken up not long after, frown on her face as she realized you weren't beside her anymore and the clothes you'd had on were neatly folded a few metres away, and since that morning leah hadn't heard a word from you.

you sighed deeply as you watched the blonde make her way down the row of seats, smiling and shaking hands as she went but heading right for you.

"you have to be joking." you mumbled to yourself as she dropped herself in the spare seat right beside you, not missing the way you physically recoiled and pulled your body as far to the other side of your seat as you could to get away from her.

"you forgot your drink." leah offered it out to you, giving an awkward smile as you glanced at her but accepted it none the less, taking a sip and sitting it down in the holder on your right.

"i'm not thanking you." you warned her, hoping that was all she wanted and would head off to another seat but you had no such luck as she wriggled around and made herself comfortable.

"look i'm really sorry i took that way too far and-" you almost thought you might not hear from her again as the set started, leah leaning in to whisper to you as your eyes closed and you sighed again.

"its fine, just shut up leah." you sharply cut her off, the blonde nodding and leaning back, both of you pulled into conversations with other people as the box buzzed with quiet chatter.

eventually though you once again found yourself with not much else to occupy you as the chatter died out and the match began to heat up, leah muttering commentary under her breath as you chanced a look at her and chuckled at the concentrated scowl on her face.

"what?" she didn't miss it as your head snapped forwards again and you shrugged. "no go on, whats so amusing?" she questioned crossing her arms and turning her body just slightly toward you.

"frown lines." you pointed to your own forehead and back to hers with a small smile as her cheeks flushed red. "oh." she was quick to relax her face, though as you chanced another look toward her a few minutes later you smiled seeing the scowl right back there again.

"shut up i can't help it, this stresses me out." leah knocked her knee into yours and crossed her arms over her chest. "why? have you given up football for a budding tennis career?" you chuckled as she mocked you and pulled a face.

"no. but i know what the pressure is like to play a sport at this high a level, and how hard you are on yourself for every little thing. even without the eyes on you here they'll be thinking about the media, fans, family, everyone is just watching and waiting, hoping you mess up or do something dumb they can rip you apart for." leah retorted as your face softened a little at her words.

"yeah i sort of understand that." you agreed, feeling not too dissimilarly when you walked a runway. "maybe i'll come to your next show and kick a football at you." leah commented casually as your head snapped toward her, the cheeky grin all you needed to know she was messing about as your eyes rolled and a small smile tugged at your lips which you quickly corrected.

"i saw that." "you're getting heatstroke. only you would wear a three piece charcoal suit in the middle of summer." "summer? have you seen those clouds? i'll put a tenner on that we don't even get through the next set before a rain break."

and annoyingly enough of course leah was correct, the day wrapping up as the skies had opened and an icy wind was whipping around the air, nipping and pinching at every scrap of flesh it came into contact with.

you nodded along with a polite smile, chatting with a few people as you were longing to leave, the cold chill setting into your skin as goosebumps appeared and your arms were wrapped tightly around you.

finally their own car arrived and they bid you goodbye, a sigh of relief leaving your lips as you checked the eta for your uber and saw it wasn't too far away.

"see i told you it would rain." you jolted as soft material settled over your shoulders, turning around to meet a familiar smile.

"don't. you're going to get yourself sick if you stand here shivering like an idiot." leah cut you off before you could even say what she knew you were about to, hands knocking away your own which tried to shrug off her suit jacket she'd draped over you.

"thank you." you admitted with a smile, leah nodding and checking her phone as you tried to ignore just how good she looked. "try not to get it wet, its not actually dad its dior!" the blonde smirked as you playfully rolled your eyes.

"got any plans for tonight?" you made conversation as the pair of you stood side by side, leah shaking her head and shoving her hands into her pockets, rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet.

before you were able to stop yourself or think it through the words were tumbling out of your mouth with a mind of their own.

"do you feel like a dance?"

a dance had been putting it mildly as you moved and swayed your body to the beat, bass so thunderous it pumped and shook the floor beneath you.

taking leah as your plus one you'd arrived to the party you'd been invited to, the blonde shocked to say the least as you'd dragged her into the large warehouse where it was taking place.

it had all started off tame enough, finding a table of your friends you sat down with leah by your side, the blondes charming demeanor taking over as she found no issues holding her own in conversation with them.

then someone had appeared with a round of shots, and well it all seemed to go downhill from there.

which hours later is what had head to the liquid confidence flowing through both yours and leahs veins, her body pressed against yours as lights pulsed around you only showing flickers of her face every now and then.

a familiar urge starting to grow in the coil of your stomach you grabbed the defenders hands, placing them on your stomach and pushing your ass back into her, leaning your head back on her shoulder and feeling her nose tuck into your neck.

“i think you’ve forgotten i know all of your tricks pretty girl.” leah laughed, lips grazing your ear as you strained to hear her over the thumping music engulfing the pair of you.

reaching up and tangling a hand in her hair you pulled her closer, lips kissing at her jaw and feeling her own hands begin to wander as your teeth tugged at her earlobe.

“and I think you’ve forgotten i know all your weaknesses, captain."

that was the final nail in the coffin, a small frown creased into your features as you felt her pull away and worried if you'd misread the signals you thought she'd been giving all night.

but all of that was blown to hell and back as her hand found its home against the back of your neck and she pressed into you again, leading you out of the mass of sweaty bodies on the dance floor.

a grin was plastered on your face as she snagged her suit jacket off the back of her chair and grabbed your hand with her other, pulling you with her toward the exit.

"hi." you smiled as the fresh air hit you, the pair of you wandering away from the drunken fallen soldiers littering the exit, leah pulling your body into hers as you hid yourselves around a corner out of sight.

"hello." she grinned back, hands falling either side of your face as your hand grabbed the back of her neck, finally pulling her mouth to meet yours as the pair of you melted into one another.

"this is a bad idea right?" you mumbled against her lips feeling her nod. "terrible idea." she pulled away momentarily, chest heaving and face flushed pink as you tangled your hands in her blonde locks and she grinned.

"so, your place or mine?"

~

"jesus christ leah." you exhaled shakily, rolling off of her and running a hand through your hair, struggling to catch your breath as you closed your eyes for a moment and felt her body vibrate with quiet laughter beside you.

"you still with me?" you opened them to see her hovering over you, cheeky smile on her lips as you nodded. "that certainly didn't sound fake." her smile morphed into a smirk as you pushed her and she collapsed back into the pillows beside you.

"that was what that was about? proving a point?" you struggled to get out, coming down from your fourth orgasm in a row. "no! well not the first three anyway, but that one? yeah that one was personal." leah confirmed cockily as you reached a hand over to gently slap her cheek, feeling her lips kiss at your palm with a chuckle.

the pair of you had barely made it through her front door, hands burning and twitching as you'd done your best to keep them off one another in the excruciatingly long uber ride back.

"fuck me." leah had exhaled as you wasted no time dropping to your knees in front of her the moment you'd crossed the threshold of the bedroom, tugging at her pants as she clumsily fumbled with her belt.

"i'm trying to." you'd grinned up at her making her eyes roll as she tangled a hand in your hair, having started off pleasuring her first and reaping in the moans you drew from the older girl while your face was buried between her legs.

then things had moved to the bed and leah wasted no time reminding you that just because you struck first she was the one in control, and what felt like hours later here you were struggling to return to earth.

"i should go." your body shifted back into autopilot as you'd finally caught your breath, sitting up and pushing your hair to one side of your head as you covered yourself with the blanket and leaned down to rummage through the pile of clothes on the floor for your own.

"or you could stay." you froze at that, time seeming to stand still as leah tried to push down the nerves which consumed her following her statement, fidgeting with her fingers which were hidden beneath the blanket.

“you never ask me to stay.” you still hadn't moved, arm slung over the edge of the bed and your dress in hand, this uncharted territory quite terrifying as you had no idea what would come next.

“you never seemed like you wanted to.” you sat up at that, looking down at her with a slight frown. "you never seemed like you wanted me to." you quipped back as leah sighed, running her hands down her face and flopping them onto the mattress.

"i didn't think i did." she admitted quietly, glancing up at you as you looked on curiously and nodded for her to continue. "i thought this was just casual hook ups. then you called me that morning from that guys house and hearing how upset you were made me worried, more worried than i would be for someone i didn't care about." she sighed, avoiding looking at you now.

"then we came back here and you showered and wore my clothes and we hung out and it felt good. i thought maybe we might be able to explore something more than just hooking up but..." she trailed off as now you looked away and bit the inside of your cheek.

"but then i left." you finished for her as she nodded. "why didn't you ever answer when i reached out afterwards?" leah asked as you shuffled back to lay down again beside her.

"well when i called you that morning i thought it was just auto pilot. but then you were so helpful and sweet and we did hang out which was different but not in a bad way." you paused to think over your next words.

"then i woke up and you were holding me which felt...good, and that scared me. we've never been intimate in a non sexual way and i guess i just assumed it was a reflex for you since you were asleep, because every time we'd sleep together-" you were stopped as leah cut you off.

"-i'd throw your clothes at you and expect you to leave." the blonde admitted, the two of you sharing a look and a small smile, cheeks flushed with color.

"yes. then i panicked because it felt good and different and weird, and i assumed you'd not share those feelings and just break things off anyway, so i broke it off first to save myself and here we are." your hand moved closer to brush against hers, a silence falling between you.

"so.." leah trailed off, her leg moving next to graze yours. "so..." you echoed, finger stretching to trace a line down the back of her hand.

"would you want to stay over then?" leah broke first, head turning to face you as you noticed the obvious worry in her eyes at what you would say.

"okay." you agreed, corners of your mouth tugging upward as her eyebrows raised in clear surprise. "but you’re making me breakfast in the morning.” you declared, leahs laugh echoing around the room.

"deal. jam on toast it is!" she teased, a warmth spreading through your body as her hand moved again to sit on top of yours, her fingers linking and sliding around your own, the blonde raising it up and placing a soft kiss to your palm again.

"well for me. just plain bread for you right?" you quipped back, catching her off guard as you leaned in and pecked her lips, darting back away before she could return the gesture with a twinkle in your eyes.

“a fun fact you’ll grow to love is i am a terrible chef.” leah admitted as now your laugh filled the room, shuffling closer and turning on your side to face her as she did the same, feet nudging yours apart to slot her leg in between yours.

“and what else should I know?” you smiled, pointer finger of your free hand tracing absentminded lines across her face. "mm well i eat a plain ham sandwich before and after every game, i am a huge star wars nerd, i love country music...and i would really like to take you on a proper date." leah finished with a smile that had you reeling, cheeks heating up even more.

"do the tips of your ears always go red when you're embarrassed? how have i noticed that before thats adorable?" leah cooed and tugged at them as you whined and leaned forward pressing your face into her shoulder.

"leave me alone." you grumbled, pulling your head back onto the pillow and resuming tracing the curve of her jaw. “i think you’re working backwards, I don’t normally sleep with women on the first date.” you teased, green eyes rolling playfully.

"well I don’t normally sleep with women i date.” she smiled charmingly for a moment before the realization dawned on her she'd not quite said that right and she frowned.

“no that came out wrong i meant i-" you didn't let her finish, pressing your lips against hers with a laugh, your mouths moving together in perfect harmony.

"shut up. i'd love to go on a date with you.” you promised, pecking her lips a few more times and melting at the way her face lit up. "yeah?" you nodded. "yeah."

"now something you'll learn to love about me, i've never seen a single star wars movie." you confessed, leahs jaw dropping in disbelief as she sat up so quickly it made you jolt in shock.

"what are you doing?" you questioned confused as she pulled her body away from you, rolling out of bed still completely naked and rushing around her room.

"you, are getting a movie education." she pointed to you threateningly, disappearing into her closet for a moment.

"right now? leah we just had sex i'm naked!" you laughed, wincing as a bundle of material hit you in the face, pulling it away and holding it up.

"oh this is the darth vader guy right? luke skywalkers dad?" you realised who was on the shirt as leah stopped her rushing about, stood at the end of the bed staring at you in disbelief.

"that is like the biggest plot twist of the franchise how on earth did you know that?" "leah...vater in german literally means father!"

"have you always been such a know it all?" leah scoffed as you rolled your eyes, sitting up and tugging her shirt over your head, reaching down to find your underwear.

"i'm making popcorn, get comfy!" leah called out as she darted out of her bedroom. "leah at least put some pants on!" you laughed at her naked form flitting around the kitchen.

"well another fun fact for you to know pretty girl, wearing pants is actually banned in this house."

[the-thing-inside-your-closet]

Gala Buddies

Sam Manson glares out across the sea of the rich, snobby ‘elite.’ The people mingling with one another, all fake smiles and false niceties slipping from their lips easily. Every face a mask they put on to hide their true selves from the view of the public. They made Sam sick. She hated Galas, particularly the ones that took her away from Amity.

So of course, her parents had insisted that they simply must attend the gala in Gotham being held by none other than Bruce Wayne. They couldn’t miss out on the opportunity to see their old pal again.

Though Sam thought it was more like they wanted to suck up to the man for some business venture.

Or try to set her up with one of his sons again.

At least she got to see Gotham’s architecture. That was a positive, she concluded. She’d get some cool photos out of the trip to show Danny and Tucker back home. And maybe she’d get to see one of Gotham’s infamous vigilantes up close, she could try to learn anything from gauging the way they handled themselves that might be useful for Danny.

Sam readjusted her stance, the fabric of the obnoxiously pink dress making her legs itch uncomfortably. Her mother had gone through her luggage before they left when Sam hadn’t been looking and slipped in the monstrosity she was currently wearing, and removing the dresses she had selected for this torturous night. She was becoming moodier, and ‘crabbier’ as Tucker and Danny might have put it, by the second.

Maybe she could ‘accidentally’ trip into the chocolate fountain and ruin the dress. At least then she’d be getting some form of retribution for being forced into the frilly cocoon of humiliation. And it’s not like her parents would be able to scold her too much in front of all the other rich schmuks attending the party. As Sam was eyeing the chocolate fountain she noticed in her peripheral vision a person approaching her.

“Not in a party mood I take it?” Asked whoever had walked up to her.

Sam turned to examine the guy in front of her. He looked to be roughly her age, dark skin and a fancy suit that he looked uncomfortable in. A nervous energy permitted off of him, Sam guessed he wasn’t used to these sorts of events and was unashamedly out of his depth.

“Nah, not particularly,” Sam offered with a shrug, “you seem like you want to be here as much as I do.”

“Ah yeah,” the guy rubbed the back of his neck and smiled sheepishly, “I’m kinda only here because my brother didn’t want to be here alone and most of our other siblings were unavailable aside from my sister and I. But now he’s off talking to a friend of his that happened to be here, and my sister’s disappeared to who knows where.”

“That’s rough buddy,” Sam offers him a sympathetic smile.

The guy snorts before asking, “did you just quote Zuko?” And Sam grins. He holds out his hand to her, “Duke Thomas.”

Sam shakes his hand, “Sam Manson. Nice to meet you, Duke.”

Duke visibly appears to relax a little and the air of nervousness around his somewhat dissipates. He shifts of his feet for a moment before deciding on something. “So,” he starts, “if you weren’t stuck here what you normally be doing with your time?”

“Probably playing Doom with my two best friends back home,” Sam doesn’t mention anything about the ghosts. She hopes Danny and Tucker are alright in their own.

“Oh cool,” Duke smiles and Sam would be lying if she said she’d never seen someone so perfectly embody literal sunshine like he did. “I usually play videos games with my siblings. Mario Kart can get super competitive though.”

Sam raised an eyebrow at that, intrigued. “How competitive?”

Duke grimaces slightly but looks amused at the same time, “well, tables have been flipped and expensive things broken. And everyone lost Alfred’s cookie privileges for a week.” He ground out that last part as though it physically pained him.

“Damn. They must be some good cookies if you’re that bummed about it.”

“Your have no idea. Alfred’s cookies are the best thing in the world. Fights have broken out over them.”

“Your family sound insane,” Sam chuckles and quickly adds, “in a good way.”

Duke grins at her, “yeah they’re kinda crazy sometimes, but they’re great. Really. I don’t know what I’d do without them.”

“It must be nice, having siblings like that.”

“Do you have any siblings?”

“Nah,” Sam shakes her head, “only child.”

Before either of them know or Sam and Duke have been talking for nearly the entire gala. They remained glued to one another chatting even as one or both of them wanted to grab something to eat from the buffet table. Their interactions didn’t go unnoticed by Bruce and the others.

Sam couldn’t remember the last time she had such a normal and fun conversation with someone other than Danny or Tucker.

The end of the night came too soon, Sam felt. Things were winding down and people were bidding others farewell. She could see her parents speaking with Bruce Wayne, possibly thanking him for a wonderful night.

“Looks like I’ll probably be leaving soon,” Sam deflated a little.

Duke pondered something for a moment but seemed to reach a decision quickly. He pulled out his phone and offered it to Sam, “here, give me your number. We can keep talking later. If you want that is.”

And Sam couldn’t find any reason to say no, especially when Duke was smiling like that. “Sure,” he took the phone from his hand and added her number into his contacts. She pulled out her own phone and handed it to him to add his number in too.

“Well then,” Duke fighters with the end of his suit jacket.

“Sammikins!” Pamela Manson called out, “it’s time to go sweetie.”

“I’ll talk to you late?” Duke asked with a smile.

“Yeah,” Sam smiled back, “talk to you later Duke.”