#signing a petition to give my child her bangs back

[iffasart]

The real reason chloe wasn't in the trailer

WE'RE SO BACK

[deunmiu-dessie]

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𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉 ♡︎ : ₃˖₇ₖ ˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡

𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 ♡︎ : mdni----- unedited, sloppy writing, NSFW,  explicit content, teratophilia, wendigo/human, rough sex, unprotected sex, gang bang, dubcon, fear, kidnapping, reader wears glasses, porn no plot. ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎

૮ ˙Ⱉ˙ ა ʳᵃʷʳ ⁿᵒᵗᵉˢ : ya'll i hate this so much, but i wanted to post something today-- sorry if it's all over the place!

𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎 ♡︎: while babysitting for your aunt, you find yourself stranded in the living room.

꒰male!wendigo ₊⊹ afab!reader꒱

 " Don't worry Aunt J, I got this. "

𝒯he woman gazes at you with a concerned expression, her eyes filled with worry. However, she manages to muster a nod and gently plants a tender kiss on your cheek. "Make sure to lock the doors before you go upstairs. The house only locks my room and the kids’. You must be upstairs before 9:30, as that's when the doors lock. If you're not there by then, you'll be locked out until morning, but even so, if you've locked the front and back doors, you'll be fine. Don't. Forget."

You give her a firm nod, "I won't, I promise."

Recent sightings of a peculiar creature moving around the neighborhood have stirred up fear among the locals, particularly your Aunt whose anxious for the safety of her kids. She sighs and lovingly kisses your forehead, "Alright, enjoy yourself."

As you wave goodbye and lock the back door behind her, you pivot to find your younger cousin watching you with excitement, struggling to manage the baby boy in her arms. You laugh and relieve her of the baby. "How about we bake some brownies together?"

She lets out a joyful cheer, giggling as she dashes towards the kitchen, her excitement palpable. You carefully place the baby in his high chair, turning him to face the bustling kitchen. His eyes widen in wonder as he takes in the scene, a big grin spreading across his little face.

You enthusiastically bring your hands together, a wide grin spreading across your face. " Shall we? "

—

As you cradle the baby boy in your arms, a sense of warmth and tenderness envelops you and you can't help but pout softly, and coo at him. His little tiny fingers have loosened their grip on the milk bottle, causing it to slip from his hands and land softly on your lap. His eyes are closed, and you can't help but admire the long, black lashes that frame his lids. With a gentle touch, you press a loving kiss to your cousin's forehead, careful not to disturb his sleep. 

  You rise from the comfortable couch, making sure to move with utmost care so as not to awaken the sleeping child. A soft giggle escapes your lips as you hear a shuddering sigh emanate from him. It's moments like these that remind you of the innocence and beauty of childhood, it's something you miss. 

Navigating your way around the couch, you begin your ascent up the stairs towards your Aunt's room. The woman had been nervous to leave them with your grandmother, though loving and caring, she's started to show signs of hip pains and occasional forgetfulness. Hence, your Aunt relies on you to watch over the little ones during her night shift at work.

Using your foot, you nudged the door open and switched off the lamp that cast a faint glow in the room. Gently placing the boy on the bed, you made sure his tummy was flat against the soft mattress before pulling the blanket over him and only up to his waist. You brush his hair away from his face before quietly exiting the room, the soft click of the door closing making you heave a sigh.  

Turning around, you take a couple of steps forward and enter your other cousin's room. She's lying with her laptop open on her chest, her eyes closed, and her soft snores filling the room. A smile played on your lips as you walked over to her, closed the laptop, and placed it on her desk. Using her LED remote, you turned off the strips of light around the room, plunging it into darkness.

After your eyes swiftly adapted to the darkness, you carefully tucked the covers over her petite frame and quietly exited the room. The gentle sound of her door closing brought forth another sigh of relief. Glancing at your watch, you nodded with contentment, realizing that you had a valuable half an hour before all the room doors would be securely locked for the night. It provided ample time to tidy up and prepare for the following day.

As you made your way down the stairs, the creaking noise made you wince, fully aware that you couldn't afford for either child to stir. Swallowing hard, you descended the stairs with newfound caution. As you finally reached the bottom of the staircase, a wave of relief washed over you. The tension that had been building in your chest slowly began to dissipate without any sounds of the baby crying or the little girl calling out.

You started by straightening up the living room, turning on some lo-fi music, and cleaning quickly. After switching off the main light, you flick on the display light, which emits a soft glow, barely doing anything to brighten the room. The kitchen took a lot longer, particularly when clearing out the solidified chocolate from the bowls and wiping down the counters. In the end, it took a total of 20 minutes to finish cleaning the kitchen.

You couldn't help but feel a surge of nervousness as you stole another glance at your watch. The timer displayed only 10 minutes left, intensifying your anxiety. Shaking your head, you dismissed your nerves and concentrated on preparing for tomorrow.

 Lost in thought, the sound of your watch going off caused your heart to skip a beat. Cursing, you quickly packed up, whispering small, scared 'no's to yourself. A faint cheer escaped you as you completed the task, rushing to ascend the stairs on time. Your heart sank as the resounding click of all the doors locking echoed in your ears.

You felt a slight vibration and immediately retrieved your phone from your back pocket. It was your Aunt, making sure everything was okay with you and the kids.

 Auntie : Hey girly, are you and the kids in alright? Did you make it to the room?

 Nervously, you gulped, your hands shaking and palms moist with sweat. Without hesitation, you promptly responded, your teeth prodding at your bottom lip.

 You : Yes we did, the kids are asleep.

 Lying to your aunt made your heartache, but you were too prideful to tell her the truth. Instead of offering a reply, she simply responded with a thumbs-up emoji and a heart. Letting out a heavy, ragged breath, you swiftly returned your phone to your pocket. Descending the stairs, your eyes slowly adapted to the dimness. The previously illuminated display had now turned off automatically, leaving you huddled on the couch, overwhelmed by a sense of unease.

  Following a good thirty-minute interval, your fear gradually subsided. You reached for your phone, scrolling through social media to find no one online.

  Growing more confident, you entertained the possibility that whatever had caused unrest in the community had either disappeared or would not manifest tonight. As you removed your glasses, your vision blurred slightly, your body relaxed, and your gaze fixated on the phone screen that was dangerously close to your face. ( It was probably why you had glasses in the first place. ) 

 Time slipped away faster than expected, and suddenly, it was midnight. The profound silence stirred up a fresh wave of concern, as the absence of wildlife sounds, like crickets and owls, made you feel the urge to curl up and disappear into the couch.

Your phone vibrated,  signaling the low battery before shutting down abruptly. You clicked your tongue in annoyance and silently made your way towards the charger, plugging it in. Slipping out of your tight-fitting jeans, you remained in your undergarments, stretching your legs. Folding the jeans neatly, you placed them on the back of a nearby chair before returning to the couch and settling in comfortably with a soft, velvet blue throw draped over your exposed legs.

    As tiredness crept in, your eyes began to droop, causing your vision to blur and lose focus. The sudden piercing bark of a dog jolted you out of your drowsy state, causing your entire body to freeze. Which was so unusual for the neighbor's dogs, who were known for their friendly demeanor and familiarity with the community, this feral, unfamiliar bark made the hair on the back of your neck stand on end.

The barking grew increasingly louder and more aggressive, accompanied by menacing snarls. The sounds elicited a pounding sensation in your chest, so intense that it caused a searing pain. Unexpectedly, the barking and snarling abruptly ceased, but rather than providing any relief, it caused a profound sense of despair, causing your heart to sink.

 Holding your breath, your eyes widened as a towering, monstrous, and slender figure glided past the frosted windows adjacent to the door. Its voice was distorted, emitting broken and eerie sounds, desperately pleading in its otherworld gravelly voice, "Help me. Someone help." 

The arrangement of your Aunt's house was peculiar. The back door functioned as the main entrance, revealing the dining room and kitchen upon entry. Moving forward led to the living room, while continuing onwards brought you to the front door. Situated to the right of the front door were the stairs leading to both your Aunt's and the children's rooms.

At the moment, you found yourself positioned in the living room, standing tall with your gaze fixed on the door. In an instant, the door seemed to draw nearer than you had initially perceived, causing a sense of fear to grip you. As it vanished beyond the second window, you released a sigh of relief, nearly letting out a scream as the shadow reappeared by the window, as if it had detected the sound of your breath.

The door was locked, it couldn't get in, right? Your vision became obscured by tears, and you chastised yourself for your stupidity. Part of the prep was making sure that the doors that couldn't be locked by the system were locked manually. Regrettably, in your rush to reach the room, you had completely forgotten to lock the front door.

 The turning of the doorknob emits a high-pitched squeak, prompting you to immediately flatten yourself against the couch while covering your mouth and nose with your hands. The grating sound of the door opening compels you to tightly shut your eyes. A cool draft of air infiltrates the room, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. Within this tense ambiance, a menacing snarl and a huff reverberate, accompanied by the unsettling noise of bones cracking as the intruder maneuvers to enter the house.

The soft whimper of the floorboards serves as a warning of its presence, prompting you to reluctantly open your eyes. A sudden gasp escapes your lips as you behold its towering horns, skeletal face morphing into a snout, and blood-red eyes. With a shudder, you tightly shut your eyes as the creature's head swivels in your direction, swiftly advancing toward where you lay on the couch.

Merely a few inches away from your position, the creature sniffs the air intently before gradually drawing nearer. As you open your eyes once more, you carefully scrutinize its appearance. Contrary to your initial perception, the creature's physique is not as slender as it seemed from afar. Adorned with a layer of fur, its arms display a muscularity that is not excessive, striking a harmonious balance. Furthermore, its thighs possess a substantial thickness, evoking a sense of strength. However, as your gaze trails down, you notice that its hind legs taper into a much skinnier form.

The creature looms closer than anticipated, its intense heat palpable against your skin. Despite its towering presence, its warm breath gently brushes your face. Your breathing stops as you feel something drag across your skin, it's rock hard but there's a softness to it. It pulsates rhythmically, and you swear that you can feel veins throbbing along its surface, a sticky and viscous substance oozing along your skin, inflicting a searing sensation.

You come to the realization that you are positioned just below the creature's waist, nearly at the same height. Was it– its cock touching you? Tears escape from your eyes, and you find yourself unable to move as it accidentally nudges against your lips. The creature is still in search of the sound it heard earlier, but your motionless state and barely audible breaths are causing confusion. You wonder briefly if it's blind.

You ache to turn your head away from it, yet you're acutely aware that any movement on your part could potentially alert it, and you could be killed. You endure it, eyes watching its head whip around for you. It leans closer, hips following suit. Scared that it'll notice your presence, in a hushed surrender, you part your lips, just in time for its throbbing member to slide into your warm, saliva-laden mouth— you had refrained from swallowing, fearing that the sound might betray your presence.  Underestimated, its long thick cock pushes against your throat, forcing you to suppress any sound that threatens to escape. Perhaps you should've just made a run for it.

 You can feel the hefty weight of its balls against your chin and clench your eyes shut as it jerks its hips back, causing you to exhale shakily through your nose. With its motion paused you observe one of its hind legs tapping on the wooden floor, seemingly quivering with delight from the sensation of being in your mouth.

Tears stream down your face as you stifle your sobs, desperately attempting to keep yourself from gagging. The creature's hips begin to thrust with an untamed ferocity, its primal growls and snarls resonating through its chest. Its flavor is raw and invigorating, not entirely repulsive but rather tolerable. The living room fills with the wet, squelching sound as saliva overflows in your mouth. Its member plunges deeper into your throat, causing drool to cascade down your cheek. 

 Your pussy throbs and clenches despite your fear. The disgust you feel towards yourself for being turned on in such a situation only heightens the sensation of disdain. The beast emits guttural grunts now, its hips faltering, and you can sense its impending climax. Arousal drips from your cunt, coating your labia and making your panties stick to you uncomfortably.

 As terrified as you are, the urge to swallow is becoming overwhelmingly difficult to ignore. Squeezing your eyes tightly shut, you succumb to the temptation, swallowing as discreetly as possible, relieved that the sound remains unheard. However, this action seems to have an unexpected effect on the creature, as the feeling of your throat squeezing the tip of its cock causes it to thrust forward abruptly, causing you to gag, feeling it nearly reach the depths of your throat.

 Thick ropes of tacky, sweet cum coat your throat white and you find it hard to swallow. Its legs shudder for a moment and it continues to move its hips in your mouth before it thankfully backs away from the couch, seemingly satisfied.

 Anticipation filled your gaze as you observed it retreat toward the entrance., almost sighing in relief as you parted your thighs, feeling the tension release as your pussy lips spread apart, the sensation of wetness trickling down your thighs.

 Sniff

 Your gaze darted upwards, and a surge of fear coursed through you, and it made you want to scream. The creature was gazing in your direction, yet not directly at you. The door became a distant memory as it slowly retraced its steps toward your position, its nose held high in the air. You realized it must have caught the intoxicating scent of your arousal. In a discreet attempt, you closed your legs, hoping to dissuade its advances.

   But it persisted, undeterred. With your eyes clenched shut, tears streamed down, obscuring your vision. It halted at your head, lowering itself to take a deep, lingering sniff, still unsatisfied. Lower and lower it ventured, until it paused just above your belly button. Another teasing sniff, followed by a playful chuff, before it finally made its way towards your tightly closed legs.

 With a gentle nudge, its snout caressed your thighs, urging you to surrender. You hesitated, knowing that if you resisted, it would employ a more forceful approach. Reluctantly, you yielded, parting your thighs, cursing your decision to forgo pajama bottoms after removing your jeans. A jolt of surprise coursed through you as its elongated, slightly pointed tongue sensually traced the contours of your inner thigh.

Drawing nearer, it sniffed intently, determined to locate the exact origin of the alluring scent. One of its legs rested on the couch, its body contorted to get closer to your pulsating entrance. Though fear gripped you, causing tremors, your wet pussy clenched and released, eagerly anticipating something, anything. The heat of its breath brushed against your legs, its horns pressed against your stomach. Its elongated black tongue slithered forward, disappearing between your thighs, causing your soaked panties to dampen even more so as it leisurely licked and coiled around the fabric.

Eagerly, it buried its head between your luscious thighs, its horns grazing against your quivering stomach. Your body tensed as its teeth sank into your delicate underwear, tearing it apart with horrifying ease. A provocative sniff caused a blush to bloom on your cheeks, and you resisted the urge to close your legs.

And suddenly you’re lost in a haze of desire, your eyes rolled back, surrendering to the intense pleasure coursing through your cunt. Its tongue skillfully traced a path up your slick folds, lavishing attention on your throbbing clit with a delicious roughness. Your legs tensed, responding to the electrifying sensations, while its commanding hands firmly grasped your thighs, ensuring a steady grip as it delved deeper into your pussy.

The relentless drag of its slippery, warm tongue had you gasping for air. It was evident that the beast had developed a fascination with your tender bundle of nerves. As it continued to lap at it, your juices drooled from your throbbing pussy, the thin part of its tongue coiled around your clit, squeezing and prodding it.

You couldn't help but moan out as you came, pussy spasming. Paying no mind to the noise, it continued to lick up your moist slit, rumbling as it stumbled upon your small, tight entrance. Withdrawing, it grasped your legs tightly, almost folding you in half, pressing your thighs against your breasts.

What was happening? What was it doing?

  The sheer heaviness of its throbbing member grazing against your drenched folds elicited a sharp intake of breath, at this point you didn't care if you made noise or not. That thing would surely rip your pussy apart.

 It prodded at your entrance, clumsily trying to find your hole. When the head of its cock finally slid against you, it snarled lowly, the tip of its cock getting drenched from your arousal. The wendigo slowly inched in and you whine out as the bulbous tip slowly pops in, painfully stretching you. Your thighs tremble as your pussy reluctantly give way to its overwhelming thickness, pulsating around the beast timidly.

You're a moaning mess, completely enthralled as its fat, long cock disappears into your dripping cunt. Every vein and ridge pulsates against your sensitive walls. Your tightness clenches around its cock, causing it to emit a deep growl as it sinks deeper and deeper. The bulbous head tenderly grazes your cervix, while its weighty, thick balls press firmly against your ass. Your whimpers and spasms intensify, your eyes rolling back and your nipples straining against your blouse. It remains motionless for a moment, its breaths labored and its grip tightening against your trembling thighs.

With a forceful pull and a swift thrust, it sets a punishing rhythm. The silhouette of its member presses against your abdomen, and it makes you even whine in embarrassment, cheeks flushing. The fear has ebbed away and you can only moan and cry for more, you can feel the drag of its pelvis touch your aching clit when it pulls out. The pain and pleasure meld together, distorting your vision, your eyes bleary and lips parted. 

   A particular rough thrust against your g-spot has you cumming hard and long, your pussy gripping its cock tightly, milking it with fervor. It thrusts into you once more, gently stretching your cervix open, its tip finding a comfortable resting place. Hot, thick ropes of cum flood your womb, the sheer girth of its member ensuring not a single drop escapes, it lasts for a few minutes until your stomach extends slightly and you're too tired to move.

As it withdraws, a torrent of cum spills onto the couch, causing your belly to deflate slightly, yet not completely. The wendigo is finally sheathed, its cock nowhere in sight.

 In an instant, a sensation of weightlessness engulfs you, as if you are floating on air. You find yourself nestled against the powerful chest of the creature, your mind clouded with desire and confusion. Despite your desperate attempts, you are unable to break free from its hold, your throat throbbing with pain. 

  In the blink of an eye, the two of you are whisked away, leaving the safety of the house behind. Your feeble attempt to reach for the door is futile, as it vanishes into thin air. Now, surrounded by the mysterious allure of the forest, you realize that you are not alone. More of those captivating creatures encircle you, their presence both exhilarating and unnerving.

 Tears cascade down your delicate cheeks as your gaze is drawn to their thick, long, heavy cocks hanging between their legs— despite how absolutely terrified you are, your pussy begins to ache and drip. Gradually, you are lowered onto the soft ground, the sensation of the grass teasing your supine form. One of the creatures steps forward, communicating with its companion in a series of excited chitters. 

  Your trembling legs are gently parted, allowing a thicker, lengthier shaft to penetrate your eager entrance. The keening sound of your wanton moans fills the air, blending with the rustling of the grass in the secluded clearing. Suddenly, something nudges your lips, and as you gaze upwards, another creature stands before you, its gaze fixated upon your vulnerable form. Without hesitation, you part your lips, your eyes widening in anticipation as their hips thrust forward, plunging into your mouth, instantly throat-fucking you. You splutter and gag, fear settling deep in your chest.

 Your gaze becomes misty as your eyes well up, and as you peer through them, you notice a multitude of over 50 more of them, cocks oozing with precum, waiting for a chance to fuck you themselves.

Is this how you'd be living now?

[theeclecticwitchblog240]

Hey fellow Witches & Wizards, how are we doing?? It’s been a few days since I’ve posted anything and I feel the need to share an experience of mine….

I Live in an apt that’s 3 levels. I live in the middle. For the last 7-8 months now I’ve been tormented by the people directly above me. I’ve been threatened with physical violence, they attempted to kick in my door multiple times then took it to egging my front door. Plus the amount of noise they make during the day is just plain ridiculously absurd! One morning I was rudely woken up by them, then at 7am she decided to come bang on my door and threatened me with the classic “watch your back!” Line. So in my state of anger and frustration I decided to take back my power and petitioned my chosen Deity The Queen Mother, maiden, & crone Hekate for help! And boy did she deliver!! It was rather comforting when I cast my spell for help. During the ceremony I had this overwhelming feeling of energy flowing through me coursing through my whole body like I was floating but standing firmly on the floor. I didn’t prep for it, I had not prepared any “spell” all I did was set my alter up light my Hekate offering candle, and simply offered myself to her in exchange for help!

Afterwards, I sat and chanted my desire for help for at least 4 mins prolly more, (I didn’t keep time) til I felt all the energy flow out of me and I didn’t feel the “trance-like” feeling anymore. Next thing I did was I got out my Oracle deck I’ve dedicated to only being used for communication with Hekate and the rituals that involve her. I did my thing and shuffle the cards you know, and as I do so a card flew out…it was HER card!! Of all the cards that could have been given, her card FLEW out! Per my ever growing Faith in The Triple Goddess, I took that as my sign my petition reached her and was heard.

I got my concrete proof the other day when I went and checked the mailbox…I was going through the pile of letters and came across one from my apartments. Since I live alone with my young child, I didn’t think much of it cause it had my last name on it….well come to find out it was actually addressed to upstairs and got delivered to my mailbox by mistake. It wasn’t until I’d already opened it and started to read it that I figured out the mistake by the mail carrier. The property manager has decided to terminate their lease and they have 1 month to vacate otherwise it will be taken to court for legal action against them.

What are the odds I’d receive THAT letter you know?! I’m firmly giving Hekate the credit for granting my prayers! She has really come through for me! I’d been begging for answers about how much longer I’m forced to live like this. With that letter being delivered to my box, I now have my answers!

Thank you Mother Hekate for having my back! And Thank you for always helping me when I really need it! 🥰🤩

[chocominnie]

Wasted Times- Pjm.

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Warnings: A lot of Fluff, Angry Sex, Slight BDSM, Dom!Jimin, Jealous Reader, Fuckboy!Jimin, oral sex, Penatration, Foot Job?, kissing, spankings, seriously lots of jealousy and tension, use of the word ‘’whore’’, exhibitionism, cum in pants

Word count: 5.8k

Authors Note: So this is a draft of mine from way long ago. It was also posted on another account I used to be apart of, but no longer am. It’s an oldie but goodie. 

Copyright:  please do NOT repost, translate, or modify my works in any way, shape or form, on any platform. If found doing so , it is considered as plagiarism and appropriate LEGAL action will be taken.

Summary:  Two weeks, five days and counting since you’ve last seen him. Two weeks since that sinful body was tangled in yours, where you both let out strings of moans and shared sloppy wet kisses. Two weeks.

If it wasn’t for Hoseok that whole night wouldn’t have happened. Despite you already knowing of Jimin, what you didn’t know is that looks can deceive. Oh yes, they deceived you very well. When you met him it felt like it was unreal? It felt as though you were talking to an angel. The butterflies in your stomach whenever he spoke made you feel the blood rush to your cheeks. So unreal.

A cute cheeky smile and a squeaky laugh. Someone’s who’s kind hearted, as what you previously had heard from Hoseok himself. Oh, but did he leave the major detail out from you.

He’s a fuckboy.

One that knows exactly how to play his cards right. Knows how to get into a girl's pants and make them melt with the sweet and dirty things that pout out his mouth like honey. He has the looks and charms for it. The hand he runs through his hair constantly, those pink full lips begging to be touched by someone else. 

You’ve only recently found out about most of the girls he’s slept with. It wasn’t a lot but enough for him to qualify to get tested every month. All because he can’t keep his god damn dick in his pants. And you, the fool, fell for it. You fell for his ways. 

Yet he pretends to know nothing. He pretends like he didn’t break your heart by saying he can’t commit to a relationship. He was just a one night stand. He fucking acts that nothing happened between you two prior to having sex.... and it hurts.

Now you’re sitting in your office stuck in-between whether to let that night go, or to bring it up with him. Because surely, he felt something too when you guys made love for an hour and a half right? Right?

‘‘Y/N. Did you hear me?’ ‘  

You quickly snap back to reality to the nagging voice beside you. Taking a sip of your peppermint tea, you turn towards the young girl. Her full bangs compliment her perfectly shaped face. Her long, straight hair that curls at the end a bit is jet black with no sign of split ends or damage. She holds a blue folder tightly to her chest with a cheeky smile upon her face.  

‘‘Mrs. Jane would like to see your work for this month’s upcoming project. Do you have the rough draft done?’ ‘  

You nod, ‘’ I’ve finished it already. Are you collecting?’’ The girl nods her head and holds out her dainty pale hand. Next to you is your documents drawer which you rummage through for a good minute or so before finding your pink folder with all the information and sketches.  

‘‘Thanks..’‘ She smiles, then walks away to her next prey. You let out a big sigh and place your hands in-between your head. Never have you had someone constantly be on your mind.  

It was killing you.  

‘‘ Child are you okay?’‘ 

You turn towards the voice to your left which sits next to you is your best-friend. Her smirk lets you know she knows what you��re thinking about. She knows. She also knows about that one night stand that you couldn’t shut up about two weeks ago. 

You try to hold back your laugh, ‘’ I’m. fine.’’ You manage to choke out. She shakes her head again with that damned smirk on her face. ‘’ Was he that good that he has you sitting here contemplating life honey?’’ 

Your eyes go eyes go wide and soon enough you find yourself swatting her thigh while trying to cover your face of embarrassment. ‘’ Stop! Geez I shouldn’t have even told you about it.’’

‘‘ I knew about him before you even did. Once you told me after the fact, I automatically recognized who he was by the way you described his features so well.’‘ She shrugs, swiveling her chair around to face you. You do the same.

‘‘ What?’‘

‘‘ I went to high school with him. Park Jimin right? He was a ladies girl. Everyone wanted him. Plus he was a former dancer.’‘ 

Former dancer? It all makes sense. The way his body was nicely toned, not to muscly but noticeable. The way his hips moved every which way making sure his sinful area poked and pried at every nerve inside your walls. Made you let out strings of moans and whimpers because of how good he felt inside you. You’ve never felt something like that before. How dare he.

‘’ Well he has a cute friend. His name is Tae... Tae something. I don’t know but they were also friends in highschool. He was a handsome boy as well. If you would like to you know... tap that.’‘ She giggles.

Who does she think you are? Some type of person who gives away sex for a living? Definitely not. By the looks of your face she quickly abandons the subject. You decide it’s best to get back on task before your whore of a boss comes back around.

Only before that petite girl, with the bangs and perfectly trimmed straight hair, comes back with your folder and a ton of papers for you. As if this this day could  get any worse.

‘‘ No I don’t want to go tonight.’’ 

It feels like you’ve said this on the phone more than ten times. You’re sure of it. He just doesn’t want to give up. You’d rather be in the comfort of your home cuddled up in a blanket watching Netflix all day. After-all, it is a Friday night and it has been a very stressful week for you in the office. A nice hot bath and a binge worthy tv show is all you want right now. It’s what you deserve.

‘‘ Come with us it’ll be fun. You can invite your hot best friend too.’‘ He says, and you know he’s smirking on the other line. ‘‘ Hoseok for one, you will not hook up with my best friend understand? Two, i’m tired. I want to sleep.’‘

‘‘ Oh come on Y/N it’ll be fun. It’s just a night out on the strip. It’ll be fun. I’m bringing Jimin.’‘ He tapers off at the end to wait for your reaction. 

Could this be it? Another chance to see Jimin. Your chance to ask him.. if that night he felt something. Surely he did right? 

‘‘ I’ll come. But that doesn’t mean i’m coming for Jimin. I’m bringing Scar with me as well.’‘

A few seconds of silence fills the other line. Which you know that Hoseok probably muted himself to scream in success. You take this time to think about what you’re going to wear. Something that’s eye catching? Or something that’s casual yet classy since it is just hanging around downtown. Why not do both?

Hoseok come’s back to the line and you notice he’s more cheerful. It makes you smile to yourself, how cute. ‘‘ Be there in 45 minutes. We’ll be waiting by Krystal okay? Meet us out front of that place.’‘

You two say your goodbyes and hang up the phone. Anticipation runs deep through you lacing your blood with it. Just the thought of seeing him again rubs you the right way. 

Going into your closet, you take a good look at it and decide on a casual yet classy outfit. One that will surely catch his attention but very presentable as well. You hope that it’s going to pull through. Taking out your phone, you send a text message to Scarlet telling her all the details and to meet you here. 

‘’This will be one hell of a night.’’ You smirk to yourself as you pull out the accessories to your outfit. 

It wasn’t until you heard the doorbell constantly ring that broke you out of your trance of admiring yourself in the mirror. You look ravishing. Delectable. Every thing in the book. Surely you must have been admiring for quite some time because twenty minutes had passed and you didn’t even know it.

The doorbell ringing comes to a halt once you open the door forcefully. Scarlet greets you with a smile and a hug before coming inside. 

‘’ Okay does this make my ass look bigger than it already is?’’

You glance over at Scarlet who’s posing in-front of the hallway mirror, earning a small chuckle from you. ‘’ Yes, that dress always look’s good on you.’’

Scarlet grins at you, ‘’ Thanks. I try I try. You look sexy Y/N. Who’s getting it tonight? ’’

You giggle once more before  adjusting your black dress ‘’ You look so good Y/N i’m not lying. Did you put some make-up on?’’

You shyly nod your head yes, ‘’ Just a little. Not one of my dramatic looks.’’

‘‘ It suits the mood for tonight. Nothing to dramatic, more neutral.’‘ Scarlet says, picking up her purse again. ‘’ The dress does bring out your curves.’‘ She steps back and pulls out her phone for a snapchat picture. 

The two of you pose in the mirror for a quick second then giggle afterwards. Scarlet brings her phone back down as her fingers begin to type at a rapid speed. ‘I’m going to caption it; Going out with my babe!’’ 

You on the other hand were to busy into the hearts snapchat filter with Scar in the background of your video. You tap her with a smile and she looks up with a smile as well. ‘’ We are so gonna be late Scar. ’’

‘‘ Okay. Let me just grab my purse and we can go.’‘ 

You can’t believe you’re actually doing this. The cool breeze is enough for you to handle. Not to cold and not to hot of a breeze. Downtown is busy tonight, especially the strip. The neon signs blare into your vision, the cars speed past with drunk laughing people. Music plays coming from each store or bar you two pass. There’s a jazz man who’s playing some cool tunes next to the giant water fountain. You drop a ten dollar bill into his case hoping to brighten those tunes up a bit. Couples are everywhere you look. You haven’t been downtown in such a long time. Everything feels so brand new to you. It’s so lively. 

Scarlet walks confidently in-front of you, hips swaying naturally. You see Hoseok down the sidewalk waiting at the entrance for your arrival. Behind him is Jimin who looks fine tonight. He wears a long sleeve white Stussy t-shirt with black distressed jeans that show off his thighs. The same thighs that flexed with each thrust two weeks ago. The same thighs you wanted to ride because they had you soaking wet. Oh geez.

‘‘ Y/N! ahhh you look so good tonight!’‘ Hoseok grabs your hand and twirls you around a little. ‘‘ You’re right. Wow Y/N.’‘ A voice comes from behind him.

Part of you just wants to melt right into his arms right then and there. Keep it together.

‘‘ You don’t look bad yourself Jimin.’‘ It’s like your eyes refused to make eye contact with him. You want to, but can’t pull yourself to do it. ‘‘ And this is my best friend Scarlet.’‘

‘‘ Hello I’m Scarlet or Scar for short. Nice to meet you.’‘ She smiles, Jimin takes her hand and gives it a kiss. His eyes never leaves hers when he does so.

Scarlet lets out one of her nervous giggles as he lets her hand go. ‘’ How sweet.’’ Jimin smirks at her, ‘’ No worries. I’m Jimin, Park Jimin my love.’’ 

You almost choke at those last two words. My love? Seriously?

‘‘ Okay enough now that you’ve met my flirty friend who doesn’t know boundaries...’‘ Hoseok glares at him, earning a shrug from Jimin. ‘‘ .. I’m Hoseok. I’ve seen you on Y/N’s social media.. and I must say you are very pretty.’‘

‘‘ Thank you Hoseok. You are handsome as well.’’ She says.

You decide to end this introduction and start off the night. ‘‘ Alright enough of the talking. Can we have some fun tonight?’‘

‘‘ I agree, let’s get some drinks first.’‘ 

Only one hour in and you’ve only had one long island ice tea that you haven’t even finished yet. Somehow you’ve got tricked into third wheeling. Hoseok and Scarlet seem to be hitting it off very well walking in front of you.  But walking next to you is a quite Jimin. He’s to busy scrolling and typing on social media for him to even notice you. Oh so you thought.

‘‘ Y/N...’‘

The butterflies in your stomach begin. What could he want? ‘’ Hmm.’’

Jimin locks his phone and places it in his pocket. He then looks at you with that oh so familiar warm smile. ‘’ They seem to be hitting it off well yeah?’’

Oh. ‘’ Yeah. I ship it.’’ You giggle, crossing your arms.’’ How have you been? Haven’t seen your pretty self in weeks.’’ 

‘‘ I’m fine. You know, work and stuff.’‘ 

‘‘ Yes I can say the same. I’ve got some things going on as well.’‘ His eyes shift back towards the busy city. ‘‘ I’d be lying if I didn’t say I missed you.’‘

You stop dead in your tracks. He missed you? All this time you had thought he didn’t care but he does? ‘’ Missed me huh. Or did you miss the idea of me.’’

He smiles, ‘’ Can it be both?’’

You decide to let that comment slide. ‘’ Well Jimin. I missed you too.’’

‘‘ Great so I can do this.’‘

You’re caught off guard by his lips connecting with yours. Both of you move in sync with each other. Jimin open’s his mouth more so his tongue can move more freely inside of yours.  Both of your tongues fight for dominance making you moan inside the kiss. His hands cup your face, sending chills up your spine. Soon you find yourself whimpering for more, but you can’t let it go this far so you break away first.

‘‘ Hmm I missed those lips on mine. Sorry if I spooked you my love.’‘ Those dark brown eyes look deep into yours. ‘‘ I missed us talking constantly before we..’‘ He trails off, looking away from you smiling shyly.

‘‘ Yeah me too. We spent a lot of time texting and calling each other before that. But after that night we sort of.. stopped? I’ve been meaning to bring this up without it being awkward.’‘ You bite your lip, fiddling with your fingers.

Jimin looks around you guys. Scarlet and Hoseok are nowhere to be found. As he expected. ‘’ Well it looks like our friends ditched us. Have you eaten?’’

‘‘ I munched on something before I came here with you guys.’‘ You say, eyes shifting towards the city again. ‘‘ Well if you’re up for a little bit more of a walk I know this good place on the boardwalk. We are getting closer and closer to the beach.’‘

‘‘ Is this you asking me on a date Park Jimin?’‘ You giggle, covering your mouth with your hand. ‘‘ It can be considered our first friendly date. I would love to take you out some other time where it’s not last minute my love.’‘

‘‘ Stop saying that.’‘

‘‘ Saying what?’‘

You roll your eyes playfully, ‘’ My love. Stop saying it.’’

Jimin raises his eyebrows at you in amusement, ‘’ Did you just roll your eye at me.. my love?’’ Your cheeks have never hurt this much before from constantly smiling, but tonight you just cant stop them. ‘’ And if I did?’’

‘‘ I suggest you don’t do that again.’‘ 

The walk wasn’t as far as you thought. Jimin had linked his hand in yours on the way there. It surprised you for a minute but you let it happen. He hasn’t let go since. The two of you are sat down at a table outside by a waitress who cannot keep her eyes away from Jimin. Only if she knew how much of a sex god he was. Then she really wouldn’t be able to keep her eyes away.

‘‘ The moon looks beautiful tonight.’‘ He nods his head over towards the sky. Your eyes gaze over the sandy beach and waves that crash onto the shore. The moon lit sky peering over it looks beautiful.

Jimin brings both of your hands onto the table and intertwines them with his. A smile appears on his face when he sees you shyly try to hide your smile from him. Jimin’s most favorite feature of you is your smile, and moans of course, but your smile brings him happiness. It’s something about the way your lips curl up into a smile and your eyes narrow a little bit with it. Or when you laugh at one of his comments or jokes. It makes him happy inside and out.

‘‘ So, what were you saying earlier my love?’‘

You playfully roll your eyes again at that nickname. Before you can roll them again, Jimin’s smile drops and he let’s go of your right hand. You furrow your eyebrows at him for a second until you’re caught off guard with a tiny slap to the inside of your thigh. You hiss at the pain.

He says, ‘‘ Stop rolling your eyes at me. playful or not my love, I don’t like it.’‘ 

‘‘ Fine but stop calling me that nickname. You said it to Scarlet. Now I don’t want it anymore.’‘ You say, attitude high with your arms crossed.

Jimin chuckles and lets his tongue swipe across the inside of his jaw, ‘’Someone’s jealous.’’

‘’ I just see the name is useless is all if you’re calling other girls that.’‘

‘‘ Hmm jealous now aren’t we?’‘ He smirks, leaning back in his chair. ‘‘ Says the one who was all over me that night. Practically craving me. Now, what If i let someone else do that hmm? Equivalent to you calling other girls that name.’‘

His smirk never lets up. You know you trying to act all tough isn’t going to last. It’s just not in you. But what you can do is make him jealous and tease him for a while. You consider it a payback for those two weeks of hell you went through.

‘‘ I’m enjoying our night out Jimin. Thank you for taking the time to catch up with me tonight.’‘ Your face is innocent as ever, sipping on your water. 

His expression changes when your foot travels up his leg and onto his crotch and slowly grazes over the tip of his dick. Jimin glares and bites his lip at the constant friction between the head and your foot going in agonizingly slow circles. He let’s both of your hands go to try and pry your leg away but you increase pressure making him choke out a small wince.

‘‘ Aww. Cute.’‘ 

Jimin’s head pops up with a death glare on his face, ‘’ Don’t call me that after you just tried to pull some type of stun-’’

Your foot begins it’s slow circles again. It’s fun watching him stop his sentences. The way he holds in his moans and bites his lip. It turns you on very much.

“Fuck,” He grunts, eye’s closed.

You stop once your food arrives. The same waitress that can’t keep her eyes off of Jimin. She makes eye contact with her, and he winks as she places the food in-front of him. Your face drops into a stone cold expression. Once the waitress leaves his head slowly turns towards you with his famous sly smirk. He knew just how to press your buttons. 

You start back up again, going at an even faster pace at this point. He curses at himself and his eyes close again. You smile when he starts to shake his legs and breathe heavily. Only for Jimin’s eyes pop open with a devilish smile that confuses you. He grabs your leg and makes sure that your foot is positioned right ontop of his dick. He rolls his hips to the movement of yours, looking you dead straight in the eyes. You go along with it for now. But your eyes almost buck out of your head when he starts letting out moans and grunts as he throws his head back.

‘‘ Mmm fuck Y/N you do this so well.’‘

You’re at loss for words. The risk of being caught mixed with the sight you’re seeing now has your panties becoming wet.It takes all your might not to just jump over the table and devour him when he sighs in relief. You watch his body convulse of the aftershocks. So fucking sexy. 

And as if nothing had just happened, he picks up his fork and begins to eat his pasta. The rest of the night is silent. You both eat in silence but in the inside you want to say something but you know better. The stunt you just pulled has something coming for you. Maybe payback wasn’t such a good thing after all.

After Jimin comes back from the restroom, assuming he cleaned himself up well down there, he sits back down at the table with a warm smile. It confuses you.

‘‘ Do you want to leave now? We can go to my place and just chill for the night. Looks like the two love birds might have already went back to one of their place’s.’‘ He says, grabbing your hand once again.

You nod your head dumbfounded at what you didn’t know that was going to happen at his place. But you agree to go. What can go wrong?

The moment you guys enter his luxurious apartment, he pins you against the wall and raises your hands above you head. He tilts your head and nips at your neck, alternating between kissing and sucking. He hit one of your sweet spots that has your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

‘‘ Please Jimin.’‘ You cry out. Slowly pulling away, he pulls you from against the wall and bends to dip an arm under your legs to lift you up bridal style.

He deeply chuckles into your ear, ‘‘ You have an eventful night planned out for pulling that stunt at the restaurant sweetheart.’‘ His words sends shivers down your spine. 

Jimin closes the door behind him, giving you a taste of comfort before he has his way with you. He places you on his bed and you stare into those dark brown eyes that you love oh so much. 

‘‘ Face down, ass up now.’‘ He growls. 

You nod your head and do as told. Soon you feel your dress being unzipped and thrown to the floor. You’re in nothing but your bra and baby pink lace thong. His hands run up and down your spine, then to your ass. 

‘‘ You ruined my pants today. Made me cum inside them since you wanted to feel like you had control over me.. babygirl.’‘ He says, hands stopping right above your ass.

‘‘ Count for me Y/N.’‘

You don’t even have time to take a breath in when the first hard impact comes. It wells tears in your eyes but you love it. You love every smack and every second of it. And so you count for him, you count all fifteen hits to your sore,red ass. 

‘‘ You’ve taken your punishment well.’‘ Jimin says soothing the pain by rubbing over it softly. ‘‘ You looked so pretty doing what you’re told my beautiful girl. You deserve every inch of me. You deserve all of me.’’ His voice is soft and low. It intoxicates you. 

Jimin shifts you onto your back, his hands tracing every inch of your body. You prop yourself up with your shoulders and you don’t jerk away, instead you let him lean in and kiss you passionately. The lewd sounds of the two of you sharing a wet, sloppy kiss can be heard throughout the apartment. You whine in his arms wanting more than just the kiss. He growls in return, yanking your head back to mark up that pretty neck some more. His hands swiftly makes their way towards your nipples, you moan out in response.

“mmm so cute and hard for me.” He flicks your hard nipples with his index and middle fingers on both your breasts. The way he speaks is sinful. Your panties grow even more wet as he pinches your nipples to make you whimper. “ Making pretty sounds for me hmm? Got you all wet baby?’’

With his hands dropping to your hips, he pushes you to lay down on the bed. Your breasts look so captivating to him. Your back arches when his lips connect to your right breast and soon to your left.

“Jimin...’’ You whimper, tugging on his hair to get him to look at you. He pauses the swirling of his tongue on your breast and looks up with lust filled eyes.

“ Yes sweetheart?” He coos.

‘’Off... t-take it off.’’ You whine, moving your hands towards his clothing and tugging on it firmly.

Jimin smiles before balancing on his knees to lift off his shirt. You watch him strip his shirt off, revealing his beautifully toned stomach and sharp v-line. You want nothing more than to run your tongue across him, leaving hickies behind.

Once he takes off his shirt, he dips back down to you to kiss your lips once more. ‘’ Your reaction was instantaneous, your back arching as your hands flew to his hair in shock at the pleasure it gave you. You really were sexually frustrated. Just him kissing you was all too much for you to handle.

As if he could tell what you wanted, his hand found its way to the hem of your lace thong. He feels how wet you were with his index finger sliding up and down your entrance. Your breath hitched as he slid them off with his teeth.

Your mouth instantly falls open when one thick finger slides inside you, your wetness pouring out beneath his finger. Once his finger is coated in your juices, he pulls out of you leaving you whimpering at the loss of friction. You watch him slide his wet finger into his mouth, his eyes close as he hums around it.

“You taste so fucking good. Let me have more of you yeah? He says, waiting for some type of consent from you. 

You nod, wanting him more than ever.

Jimin props both your legs up onto his shoulder, licking his lips at the sight of your glistening core. You are left exposed to his lustful gaze as he took in the appearance of your swollen lips. Your lips spread apart to expose your clit that desperately seeks attention.  

And so he provides it. His head dips down to get to work on your cunt.  The pleasure you feel is outrageous, it has you clawing at his back, not even letting up, before letting out your never ending moans. You knew for a fact that Jimin’s tongue was a work of art when put to the test.

“Oh fuck! ” You yell out, arching your back when his lips begin to suck harshly on your clit, that bubbly feeling in your stomach appears. 

“Do I make you feel good ? Hmm, use your words.” He encourages, using two fingers to spread your folds apart to lick and suck on your clit.

“It feels so good Jimin, oh my gosh, please don’t stop. Fuck!” You cry out, tossing your head back as you clutch onto the sheets once more, leaving his hair alone. As soon as he hears that, he seemed to lose control. His fingers start abuse your g-spot in sync with his sucking on your clit. That’s all you took for you to explode around his fingers. Your body spasms when you close your eyes. You can practically hear your heartbeat pounding in your head.

That doesn’t stop Jimin though. He continues to abuse your hole but you can’t handle the over-stimulation. You grip his wrists to stop him in which he obliges. He pulls his fingers out of you slowly and shows you them before sucking on them harshly.  

“ Such a naughty girl now aren’t we.” He coos, rubbing your thighs that shake endlessly. “Want more princess?”

You nod your head, to busy lost in a trance. His words always get to you. A boy who knows his way with his words. The things that come out his mouth laced with either sweet venom or sugar. Damn him. Damn him for making you feel like this. Damn him for letting you fall under his ways. 

You don’t realize all of his clothes were off until the head of his cock is sitting at your entrance. He’s a nice size, as you remember, but it’s the thickness that gets you. He has a lot of girth and it damn sure stretches you out. 

“Shit, oh my gosh.” You moan, letting your head fall back as he starts easing into you. 

“ Mmm babygirl,” He growls, using one of his hands to spread your lips, giving him the bes view of you taking him all the way. “Fuck just look at that baby. Your little pussy stretching to take my thick cock. Feels good yeah?”

“ Yes Jimin, fuck, it feels so good please. ” You whimper, wanting to feel all stuffed and full. Finally he bottoms out and you definitely feel it in you.

Jimin’s hands grip your hips as he starts to move inside of you. Since your previous orgasm residue was still there, mixing with your fresh juices,  every time moved in and out your juices would drip.Lewd, wet slaps filled the room as the pace quickened, wanting to get you to cum again.

Your cries of pleasure filled the room. There was no point in hiding them now.  With his hips moving at a fast pace, and his dick murdering your g-spot, it makes you feel that familiar feeling again. 

“My good girl, you’re doing so well for me.” Jimin smiles, praising you as you become undone around him. Your hole spasms around his length and it feels like heaven for him. Jimin holds himself up on his elbows, resting his face against yours while he gently eases you through your orgasm. 

“You don’t know the things your body does to me Y/N. The faces you make when i’m fucking your brains out. You look like you’re in pure ecstasy because of me and only me, baby.” He whispers, his lips hovering just above yours. You nod and press your lips against his. Smiling into the kiss, his hips begin fucking you  again, getting up to his previous pace.

Your body is automatically put into over-stimulation mode. “Are you going to cum again for me?”

“Mhm, oh my god!” You whimper, closing your eyes shut harshly. Jimin pulls out of you, and starts to slide his cock up and down your folds to bring you to another orgasm. You let out a scream as Jimin watch your juices fly and soak everywhere around you both. Your death grip on the sheets havent left and your back is arched so high from the bed that he has to bring you back down. 

“Fuck, that’s it. You’re squirting princess.” He praises you, smiling as he doesn’t stop movement, juices everywhere. “You’re squirting so much baby look at you.’’

The feeling is too much for you so you shut your legs around him. Jimin smiles at you when you finally open your eyes. They hardly stay open but long enough for you to see him get himself off using his right hand. You open your mouth to say something, but he interrupts “Shh princess, you’re too sensitive. Maybe next time.”

You nodded with a small pout on your lips. You want him to cum inside you. To feel his hot sperm coat your insides. Your body says otherwise. You are spent, exhausted to the max..

Just as he is about to cum, you sit up and climb over to him. Your mouth quickly finds it’s way to his length and as if a habit, you begin to suck. ‘’You don’t have to princes- fuck.’’ He groans, releasing his load inside your mouth while you deep throat all his length.

Soon you pull away from his cock after he cums. You open your mouth to show him and then swallow it all down. ‘’ Filthy whore.’’ He smirks, pecking your lips.

Jimin kisses your forehead once more, before lifting up and disappearing into the bathroom. He returns with a warm, wet towel to clean up the mess between your legs. Your eyes flutter open and close. You catch a glimpse of his nicely toned back when he turns to disregard the towel. He comes back again with a green t-shirt which makes your heart flutter as he pulls it over your head. Another forehead kiss, then those nose, then the lips. 

‘’ Jimin?’‘ You coo.

He climbs in bed beside you, ‘’ Yes?’’

‘’ We never discussed what we are...’’ You say quietly, picking at your fingers. 

He laughs softly, ‘’ You know I can’t commit right now. I have too many things going on and-’’

‘’ Excuses Jimin.’’ You pout, turning away from him. ‘’ Aww come on don’t be like that. Listen, if I ever get my life together and the ladies off of me you’ll be the first one I run to, my love.’’ 

‘’ Promise?’’ 

‘’ I promise.’’

Oh so you had thought. Another two weeks had passed and the same thing happened. Now you’re stuck in your office again contemplating life, as Scarlet would say. The only difference is, he texts you more often. Usually good morning and goodnight texts. An occasional ‘how was your day.’ 

You can’t help but to wonder what he’s probably doing with other girls. Feeding them empty promises. Saying sweet nothings in their ears. Letting them hear what they want to. It’s no doubt he knows what he’s doing. No doubt.

Only if he hadn’t wasted your time.

Two weeks and counting since you’ve last seen him. Two weeks since that sinful body was tangled in yours, where you both let out strings of moans and shared sloppy wet kisses. Two weeks.

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Ma Petite Chérie: Babymoon (Harry Styles x fem!Reader)

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Summary: Harry and Y/N go on their babymoon.

Warnings: pregnancy, smut, fluff

Word Count: 6.4k

Author’s Note: Hello! I wrote this in order to cross off a few requests. I promised Harry and Y/N would have a baby of their own, plus I get asks all of the time to write pregnancy sex - specifically awkward, giggly pregnancy sex. I also got one about Harry getting a love boner, so here is my attempt at shoving all of that down your throat at once. Try not to choke :-)  I also just reallllllly love Harry, Y/N, and Tallulah, so I wanted to give them some more love. Also made this one pornstache!Harry, so, there’s that. And one last thing...I know the verb tense is way off in this but I could not be arsed to edit it so plz don’t drag me. I hope everyone enjoys! Take care and TPWK.

“Oh my god,” Y/N huffed as she collapsed on the plush sofa in the living room of the cottage.

“It feels so fucking good out here by the water.”

“Breeze is nice, innit?” Harry replied as he rummaged through the kitchen cabinets to check out how well the place he’d rented for the week was stocked.

“Beats going t’ France at the end of June. Think I’m kinda gettin’ tired of Paris t’ be honest.”

“That is quite possibly the snobbiest thing I’ve ever heard you say, Mr. Styles,” she said with a laugh as she began to flip through the tourist brochures that were left on the coffee table.

Not that they’d be partaking in any of it, no. Their plan was to hole up in the quaint, Scottish cottage that sat right on the coast of the North Sea for the whole week, not even planning on changing out of their pajamas.

It was their babymoon after all - a time of peace and tranquility before the arrival of their first child together.

Harry hummed and he made his way from the kitchen to where Y/N was seated on the couch. He stood behind her, knees knocking against the back of the sofa as he crouched down and wrapped his arms around her very large, very swollen belly.

“If I recall correctly, Mrs. Styles, I sat my injured arse in a stiff train seat to Edinburgh for five hours because someone was too scared to fly even though they were cleared to do so by three separate doctors.”

“’M not Mrs. Styles for another year and a half,” Y/N muttered under her breath, albeit not trying to keep Harry from hearing it in the slightest.

Harry snickered into her neck, then playfully nipped her earlobe with his teeth as he whispered.

“Not my fault yeh got knocked up and we had t’ push the wedding.”

“It is very much your fault, Harry,” Y/N swatted at his face, fingers first brushing his jawline that was covered in a rough stubble and then just barely tracing the full-blown mustache that sat like a caterpillar above his bright pink top lip.

Harry smirked down at her, nostrils flaring wide and lips disappearing inside of his mouth.

“How’s your rib?” Y/N asked suddenly.

“Good. Why?” Harry’s brows quickly furrowed together in confusion as to why she was asking about his injury.

“Might have to ride that later if you’ve got the lungs for it,” she tapped her index and middle fingers along her philtrum, right where Harry’s mustache sat on his own face.

Her blunt lewdness had Harry’s cock immediately growing stiff in his pants. It had been a while. His injury coupled with her being in the last trimester of her pregnancy had left them both feeling unsatisfied for the past several weeks. Maybe this babymoon would prove to be relaxing not only because Harry and Y/N get to spend a week without a rambunctious almost six-year-old screaming at all hours of the day, but for other reasons too.

“Think I’d actually drop dead from happiness if yeh sat on m’ face right now, lovie. But, before yeh get too comfortable with that idea, we need t’ head into town. Kitchen’s only got the necessities, and I doubt yeh want t’ eat homemade bread for a week.”

“I’m sure you’d love to eat homemade bread for a week,” Y/N jested, poking fun at Harry’s latest obsession with the carb-filled food.

“Remind me again why I put up with you?” Harry toyed as he extended his arms out towards Y/N to use as leverage to help her hoist herself up from the couch.

When she regains her balance, she lifts herself up just slightly to press a quick kiss to Harry’s lips that he happily accepts. Y/N hums and jokingly checks the imaginary watch that sits on her wrist.

“How much time do you have? That list is pretty long.”

//

The trip to one of the only supermarkets in the small part of Edinburgh that they were staying in had proved to be rather tiring, because Harry opted to use store-bought pasta instead of making his own - something he never does. Maybe it was his healing rib causing him to be short-winded, but he simply could not bring himself to hand-make the pasta they chose to have for dinner that night. He bitched about it all night, about how it wasn’t as chewy as it should be and how it would have tasted much better if he would have just made it himself, but it still didn’t deter him from helping himself to a second serving.

He claimed it was because while he did use pre-cooked pasta, he didn’t use sauce from a jar and made his own from fresh tomatoes and that was the appeal. Y/N just thinks Harry likes to complain and listen to himself talk.

After dinner, just as the sun was setting and Harry and Y/N were waiting for their pasta to digest before they dove into the box of fresh pastries from a bakery they found along the way, they decided to take a walk around the property. The renovated, stone cottage that was overgrown with vines and leaves sat along a short cliffside that overlooked the North Sea. It was a short walk down the cliff that brought them to the beach, where mist from the ocean whisped around their legs and ankles like a thin veil of smoke. While it was the middle of summer, Scotland’s persistent rain showers and their proximity to the water never made it too hot to bear.

“Lulah would love it out here. We’ll have to bring her when the baby’s older.”

“She realIy would,” Harry agreed as he wrapped his sweater further around his chest.

“Know yeh didn’t give birth t’ her, but I swear you two are just alike sometimes. Absolutely hates bein’ hot and gettin’ sweaty just like you.”

Y/N smiled softly and knowingly at Harry before reaching into the pocket of the patchwork sweater of Harry’s that she’d stolen for their stroll on the beach for her phone.

“I’m gonna call her.”

She picked up on the third ring, Y/N’s phone screen then illuminated with a live image of a gap-toothed Tallulah. Well, it’s Mitch’s phone, but she’d been waiting for this promised FaceTime call all day so of course she’s quick to answer.

“Mummy!”

Both Y/N’s and Harry’s heart swelled in their chest when they heard Tallulah speak. It had been several months since she’d decided to start referring to Y/N as her mother, but neither of them had grown used to it just yet. Y/N felt a sense of achievement in “earning” the title of being Tallulah’s mum after all of the years she’d spent with her, and Harry felt a sense of resolution. His family was a real family now, and not just a patchwork of awkward relationships and trust issues. Y/N was Tallulah’s mum and she was now seven months pregnant with their own child and they’d be married by the end of next year. He was actually there to see his child grow this time, they weren’t a secret kept from him out of spite. He’d be there for all of it, even the gross and bloody and goopy bits. And he’d never felt more complete.

“Hi, baby,” Y/N beamed from ear to ear.

“What are you doing?”

“We’re walking on the beach,” Y/N answered.

“Want to see it?”

The five-year-old (five and three-quarters if you asked Tallulah herself) nodded quickly, and Y/N then flipped the camera around to show her the view of the water. Y/N pointed out their cottage from where they stood in the sand, turning the camera to Harry briefly as he held up a peace sign so Tallulah could see that her dad was also on the beach with her. She told her all about the train ride there and how Harry almost slipped and broke his face when was carrying his and Y/N’s luggage into the cottage.

Harry listened to his two little loves talk back and forth with the biggest smile on his face as he absent-mindedly scoured the beach for rocks he could skip along the water. He noticed whenever Tallulah said something that Y/N thought was funny, she had to cup her bump with her hand and forearm to keep it from shaking her entire body. She told him she hated laughing now, because it made her look like Santa Claus, but Harry thought she couldn’t look more beautiful.

“That’s so pretty! Can we all go when the baby is here?” Tallulah asked, puckering into a pout as she begged.

“I think that’s a great idea, Lulah. We were just talking about that, weren’t we, Harry?”

Harry perked up from where he had been washing a sandy shell off in the ocean and suddenly appeared in view of the camera and took the phone from Y/N. 

“Hmm?” he asked as he studied Tallulah’s appearance.

It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Mitch to watch his baby girl while he went away for a week with his other baby girl, it was that him and Sarah voluntarily asked to babysit Tallulah and that’s what made him so apprehensive to accept their offer. There wasn’t anything out of the ordinary about a sleepover at Uncle Mitch and Aunt Sarah’s every now and then, but to want to watch his daughter for an entire week certainly was. Harry felt like Mitch was plotting against him and that he’d come back to Tallulah with bright blue hair and bangs or she’d be sporting the world’s worst potty mouth when she came home, but so far that didn’t seem to be the case. 

She was wearing Harry’s “Dream Boat” shirt that she’d claimed as her own a few years back when Y/N had taught her to wear her father’s clothes when she missed him because the smell would remind her of him (he had to steal it back and sleep in it a few times every now and then to keep his scent on it), and her long, brown hair was damp and neatly braided into two plaits and hanging off her shoulders. That had to have been Sarah’s doing, because Harry knew Mitch could barely put his own hair into a ponytail without creating several lumps and redoing it eighteen times before it looked presentable - meaning he certainly wouldn’t have been able to make a five-year-old sit still long enough to braid her hair perfectly. 

She looked fine, though. Happy, healthy, certainly didn’t have blue hair or bangs and hadn’t said a single naughty thing since she’d been on the phone with Y/N.

“Lulah wants us to come back here after the baby’s born and take her with us,” Y/N beamed.

“I think we can work that out. Sounds quite lovely, actually,” Harry concurred.

“Yeh bein’ good for Mitch and Sarah?”

“Mhmm,” Tallulah nodded.

“We had pizza for dinner.”

“That sounds yummy,” Harry enthused, trying to let his daughter know he had his full attention.

“It was bery good,” she sighed.

There was a long pause before Tallulah blurted out suddenly in the most serious tone, “When are you gonna shave the rest of your mustache? Mitchy was making fun of you today.”

Harry was caught between a gasp and a laugh, which resulted in him choking on his own spit. Y/N turned on her heels in the sand to look at him with wide eyes. 

“You okay?” Y/N mouthed quietly to Harry, completely oblivious to everything that had happened in the last thirty seconds.

Harry nodded, wiping the involuntary tears from his eyes as he coughed himself back to life and regained his composure.

“What exactly did Uncle Mitch say about my mustache?” he prodded.

Tallulah shrugged, subconsciously wiggling her loose bottom tooth with her tongue.

“Don’t ‘member. Just that you look weird with it.”

“Well that’s not a very nice thing t’ say, is it?”

“Mummy said you look weird, too,” Tallulah spouted without hesitation.

Her comment left Y/N’s mouth agape, covering her smile with her palm as Harry’s raised eyebrows feigned offense in her direction.

“She did?” Harry asked sarcastically, narrowing his eyes at her.

“Yeah,” Tallulah sighed as if it was exhausting having to tell your own father that his facial hair looks off-putting.

“I think you should shave it, too. It’s scratchy when you kiss me goodnight.”

All Harry could offer in return was stunned laughter while Y/N hid her face in Harry’s peck. Her bump pressed lightly into his and even though he was pretending to be mad at her, he wouldn’t dare think about pushing her off of him - not while she was this warm and cozy against his chest. 

“Well, if mummy really hates it I suppose I’ll get rid of it. But,” Harry pauses and pulls Y/N out from where she had burrowed her face into his sweater.

“I think I might know a trick that’ll convince her t’ let me keep i-”

“Enough!” Y/N exclaimed, clamping both of her hands around Harry’s mouth.

Harry chuckled against her palm and poked his tongue through his lips to lick her fingers, which sent her hands flying back down to her leggings so she could wipe them dry.

“I swear to god, Harry. You’re five years old,” she joked with a disgusted expression on her face, to which Tallulah had something to say to that. 

“No, I’m five years old!”

The two adults laughed in unison.

“Alright, Lulah. We’re gonna go inside now. ‘S gettin’ kinda cold out,” Harry said.

“We’ll call you tomorrow before bed. Alright, lovebug?” Y/N added.

“Okay,” Tallulah huffed.

“We love you, Lulah,” Harry spoke softly into the microphone.

“Love you, too...Daddy wait!”

“What is it?” he asked.

“Give the baby kisses for me. And no bikes!”

Harry wanted to laugh, but he also wanted to cry, so he settled on a closed-mouthed smile that was enough to convince Tallulah that he was unbothered by what she said.

“Kisses for the baby and no bikes. Got it,” he nodded.

“Okay, I’m gonna go eat some sweets with Sarah!” the child yelled, suddenly energetic like she had temporarily forgotten that her and Sarah had baked cookies twenty minutes before Y/N called.

“Alright, but it’s almost bed time so not too m-!” was all Harry could answer to before his daughter ended the call and presumably raced to where ever Sarah was in their house. 

“‘S like she doesn’t even miss us,” Harry mumbled as he placed Y/N’s phone in his back pocket and began walking back up to the cottage with his arm wrapped around Y/N’s shoulder. 

Y/N hummed, basking in the warmth that radiated from Harry’s chest as he held her.

“They’re just buttering her up. She’ll be crying to leave by the time we get back.”

“Just don’t really know why they were so keen on keepin’ her t’ be honest.”

Harry positioned himself one step behind her as they walked up the stone steps together, keeping one hand on the small of her back. Y/N peered over her shoulder at him, her tight lips curling up into a smirk as if to say she knew something he didn’t.

“What?” Harry asked.

Y/N shrugged, “Promised I wouldn’t tell.”

Harry clearly didn’t like that answer, because he moved his hand that was supporting her waist and quickly pinched her bum.

“Tell me,” he demanded, eyebrows scrunched together and lips pursed together in what could be considered a childish pout that mimicked Tallulah’s.

Y/N sucked her lips into her mouth, contemplating whether or not she should spill the beans on the news Sarah had shared with her a few weeks prior.

“They’re gonna start trying for a baby soon,” she whispered as if were a long-kept secret told in a room full of nosey people despite the two of them being alone on the otherwise desolate beach.

Harry’s ears perked up, a wide smile adorning his face from ear to ear.

“No fucking way,” he mumbled, and suddenly all of Mitch’s incessant hammering of baby questions he’d sent Harry’s way in the past few months suddenly making a lot of sense.

Harry thought he was trying to be a good friend and stay engaged in Y/N’s pregnancy, but now he understands the real reason behind his behavior.

Y/N nodded deviously as they make their way into the living room of the cottage.

“They’ve been asking everyone they know with kids to let them come over just to see if they can handle it. I mean, if you ask me, I think they’ll do great. Nothing wrong with trying it before buying it, I guess,” she said with a shrug.

“God, he’s gonna be such a good dad,” Harry was practically beaming for his closest friend.

“I know,” Y/N agreed, walking over to Harry to hold both sides of his head in her hands as if he was a disobedient puppy being disciplined.

Her bump prevented her from getting too close to Harry’s chest, the roundest part of her belly nudging Harry’s tummy.

“They’re both very excited. Which is why, when he finally decides to tell you, you have to act surprised. Act like he told you you just won the lottery or something. Alright?”

Harry sarcastically changed his facial expression to mock bewilderment. His eyebrows rose well off into his forehead and his jaw nearly dropped to the floor as he gasped.

“How’s that? Think he’ll buy it?”

Y/N jokingly jabbed him in the shoulder.

“Smartass. I’m going to take a shower. I’m sticky and I smell like the ocean.”

“Guess I gotta keep workin’ on it, then.”

When he’s done cleaning up what was left of their dinner, he heads to the master bedroom with the intention of washing up in the shower after Y/N. He’s messing around with the A/C unit on the window to make sure it’s not set to a temperature that will smother them in their sleep and unpacking their luggage into the wooden dresser, where an antique turntable rests.

Stacked long the side of the record player, there was a handful of old vinyl, most of which Harry either recognized or new very well. He was actually shocked to find a Shuggie Otis album in the collection, to which he quickly slipped the record out of the worn sleeve and set the needle to the edge and waited for the soft sound to fill the room while he worked. 

“That thing works?” Y/N’s voice broke up the old 70s tune as she exited the bathroom with her hair tied up with one of Harry’s scrunchies that she stole out of his toiletry bag, wrapped in only a towel that barely fit around her form.

“I know,” Harry agreed, “Needs a new needle but other than that ‘s in pretty good shape.”

“Leave it to you to find a rental with 70s records in the bedroom,” there was a lighthearted tone in her voice as Y/N poked fun at him.

She padded over to her luggage in the corner of the room for a change of clothes, only to realize Harry had unpacked it all for them. As she’s rummaging through the drawers trying to figure out where Harry had put what, she lets her towel drop to the floor freely.

Harry doesn’t know how must time has passed, but he knows he’s staring. He’s staring at the water droplets that drip from the stray hairs on the nape of her neck and run down her bare back. He’s staring at the swell of her stomach where their baby lies, at the faded, almost-shiny stretch marks on the sides and the newer, darker ones on the underside that had only recently broken through. He’s staring at the bracelet on her wrist, the one that’s braided pink and blue with three beads on it - one ‘H’, one ‘T’ and one heart. Tallulah made it for her at school one day and told her the heart was for the baby and also because she loved her. It was hanging on by its last few threads, threatening to snap as each day passed, but she refused to take it off.

All he does know is that he loves her so much that he thinks none of this is real and that he’ll wake up one day and be in his early twenties again with no direction in life and the insidious feeling that he’ll die alone without ever finding his “person.” It’s when Y/N called out to him and snapped him out of his thoughts that he’s realized his underwear are suddenly feeling incredibly tight.

“Har,” Y/N beckoned him away from whatever had been occupying his brain.

“Hmm?” 

He resituated himself on the bed and crossed his legs in an attempt to hide himself from her.

“I said the hot water in there’s kinda shit, so you’ll probably want to wait a little bit before you get in.”

“‘S alright,” Harry dismisses, “Come ‘ere.”

He draws her towards him with an outstretched hand, navigating her around the bedpost and over to the side where he had been sitting. With the gentlest of touches, he runs his fingers over her bare legs. The coolness of his rings don’t make well with her skin that was still extremely warm from her shower, causing hundreds of tiny goosebumps to erupt around her thighs. Harry raises her shirt, one of his that she stole when her own clothes became too uncomfortable, but even now she’s nearly stretching this one to its limit, and rests it on top of her bump.

She doesn’t question him, doesn’t chastise him. She lets him love on her, lets him press kisses to her skin just above her belly button (making sure to give an extra one from Tallulah per her request) and rest his cheek against her stomach while his other hand feels around on the other side in hopes to feel the baby move or kick or do something to let him know that they’re there. Lucky for Harry, baby knows when their dad is around and is quick to make themselves known, so he takes a second to savor these last few moment he’ll have with his newest bub before they’re earth-side in a little less than two months.

Y/N lets him be because she knows how important this is to Harry. She knows that he never got these moments with Tallulah and that it’s one of the things that plagued him during those nights where he feels lonely despite her being asleep right next to him. He never got to feel her kick in her mum’s tummy and he didn’t get to see her grow from the size of a pea to the size of a melon before she was welcomed by her parents and the rest of her family that had been waiting anxiously for her arrival. 

No, Tallulah was dropped on his doorstep like a wet kitten in the middle of the night. Shivering and crying and just needing someone to hold her and tell her that it was going to be alright because her mother had decided she’d be better off elsewhere. Of course, she was too small to remember, but Harry could never forget it.

So, it’s the least she can do. To let Harry love on her. Love on them.

Her eyes catch his once or twice and she can see the gears in his head turning. There’s something on his mind and he’s hesitant to tell her what it is. Y/N lifts his head by tilting his chin up, her index finger brushing over the healed scar on the underside of his jaw from a few months prior.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” she whispered.

Harry shakes his head, a grin on his lips.

“‘M just really, really happy right now. Happy tha’ I’m here w’ you.”

Y/N smiles back at him genuinely before pulling away from his grasp and gesturing to his lap.

“And I’m happy that I’m here with you. Seems like your little friend is really happy, too.”

A soft groan emits from Harry chest, having realized he’d uncrossed his legs at some point and his very prominent bulge had come into Y/N’s view.

“Sorry, lovie. Didn’t mean t’ make it like tha-”

“I’m just messing with you. You know,” she ponders, “I was half-way kidding when I asked about your lungs earlier. But... This will be the last time we’re kid-free for a while,” she taunted.

“Are yeh asking?” Harry jests and points his thumb towards the bathroom door, “‘Cos I was actually plannin’ on just having a wank in the shower.”

“Oh, okay,” Y/N shrugs and moves his hands off of her waist as she pretends to walk towards the living room.

Before she can take two steps, Harry’s standing up and pulling her back into him for a kiss. It’s full of heat and passion and almost knocks Y/N off of her feet. He cradles her head in his large hands and moves to whisper in her ear.

“Really gonna let me fuck yeh?”

A quiet chuckle escapes her lips, to which she replies, “What else did you think we were gonna do all week?”

He’s unable to bite back his own laugh, and it’s the sweetest sound to ever grace Y/N’s ears.

“Then get on the bed and take yeh clothes off.”

They work quickly, as they’ve conditioned themselves to do over the years of squeezing in any time they can together before they’re interrupted. Y/N lies back on her elbows as she waits for Harry to undo his pants and her breath catches in her throat when his boxers hit the floor. 

His cock is hard, not fully, but the sight of the first few beads of glistening precum causes a shiver to run down her spine. She’s blown him a handful of times since he’s been in recovery, but she’s been far too pregnant and he’s been far too injured lately to engage in any kind of actual fun. It’s safe to say that they’re both more than ready. 

Harry scratches at his scalp, unsure of how to word his questions as he looks her body up and down.

“How do you...erm...how do you wanna-?”

“My stomach, please,” Y/N says with a laugh.

She quickly reaches for one of the pillows behind her and gets on all fours, wedging the object underneath her bump to keep some of the weight off of her back. Slowly, she arches her spine down towards the mattress, and the glimpse Harry catches of her pussy through the light of the setting sun is enough to send another jolt straight to his cock.

Harry wastes no time joining her on the bed, caressing her hips and moving back to massage the plump skin of her ass. He leans down on top of her, flips her hair over to one side, and begins sucking on the sensitive skin between her neck and jaw.

“Gonna let me taste yeh first, right?” he mumbles into her skin.

Y/N hums in response, attempting to rock backwards in order to feel Harry’s cock rub against her backside. She hears Harry laugh, presumably because he’s caught on to her neediness, so it only pushes him further to be the tease he’s notorious for being.

He sponges wet kisses down her back, getting a rise out of every audible breath that leaves Y/N’s throat.

“Relax, baby,” Harry says when he feels her growing tenser as his kisses travel closer to where she needs him the most.

“Gonna get yeh there. Just gotta be patient.”

Harry presses one last kiss on the final notch of her spine before using one of his hands to spread her legs open just a little bit further. When he parts the globes of her ass, his mouth waters. Her pussy is shimmering with her arousal, perfect and on display just for him. 

He tests the waters by running the tip of his tongue from her clit up to her center and he hears a sigh of relief leave Y/N’s lungs at the contact. Next, he’s massaging her folds, exploring her and refamiliarizing himself with the way she tasted. Harry feels her relax into the mattress with each lap of his tongue against her, silently begging him for more. His tentativeness allows him to read her body language and he draws back momentarily to spread her lips apart with his middle and index finger.

The cool air against her core stuns Y/N, but is quickly drowned out with a moan when she feels Harry’s warm saliva drip from her ass down to her clit. His mouth is back on her before she can recover from the sensation, lapping her up and flicking at her clit with his tongue and driving her mad. He’s got his nose buried inside of her as he devours her in the way that he’s really been yearning to for months (he doesn’t count the late night or early morning quickies because he claims he never gets to spend as much time taking care of her as he really wants to). The scruff from his mustache is staunch against her soft folds, but Harry’s tongue is quick to soothe the burn and she loves it.

He smirks against her as she lets out a particularly loud moan when his facial hair brushes against her clit. What was that about shaving my mustache? he thinks to himself but does not dare say aloud.

When he senses that she needs even more, his fingers move from spreading her apart to pressing against her opening. Gathering her wetness on his digits, he slowly pumps them in and out of her. Y/N’s mewls and whimpers are like music to his ears and only spurs him on further. He ruts his hips against the comforter, anything to relieve the throbbing between his legs that is a result of how pliable she’s become for him. She’s soaking the rings on his fingers in the most picture-perfect way and Harry truly genuinely can’t get enough of it; and neither can she. Which is why he’s confused when one of her hands swings around her backside to stop Harry from working her open.

“Har-” she pants.

He withdrawals all contact immediately and peaks his head around to look at her face.

“Yeh good?” he asks as she’s stands up on her knees and turns around to face him.

“‘M great. Wanna be on top now,” she says, her lips plump and swollen from biting down on them so harshly that she nearly drew blood.

“You sure? Yeh don’t want me t’ finish yeh first?”

His eyes dart from her lust-blown eyes to her round belly.

“Mhm. Now lay your pretty ass down before I change my mind.”

She doesn’t have to tell him twice and he’s rolling over on his back, working his way to prop himself up against the headboard. His cock is red and leaking against his stomach, excruciatingly waiting to be buried inside of his girl. He wonders why she’s staring at him with an annoyed expression on her face, but then she speaks up.

“Do you see how pregnant I am? Gonna have to lay all the way down, shit head.”

He does as he’s told and he’s honestly scared that he’ll cum in five seconds if she doesn’t get on with it. 

“I swear to god, if you laugh at me,” she grunts as she straddles his waist, “I’ll cut it off.”

“‘M not gonna lau-”

It’s his turn to moan aloud when she grips onto his cock, running it across her folds to collect as much wetness as she can before she allows him to stretch her out. He’s focusing so much on not losing it right then and there that he doesn’t realize she’s stopped and is waiting for the go-ahead. Through his dark, thick lashes, he nods; as if she would have to ask.

Harry reaches for her hands as she lowers herself onto him, the two of them squeezing a bit too harshly when she reaches the last few inches. The burn consumes Y/N from the inside and out, but it’s never felt so right to either of them. 

She’s not moving just yet, but her cunt is pulsing around him and it feels almost as good as the real thing. They’re staring at each other, both with looks that relay more than words.

“Love you,” Harry’s face softens as he looks up at her.

“Love you, too,” Y/N smiles as she leans down as far as she can in search of a kiss.

He meets her in the middle and their lips find one another and mash together in harmony. The rocking of their hips reminds both of them what they’re actually doing, and causes both of them to gasp at the way Y/N pumped Harry half-way in and out of her. 

When she’s settled back down on the base of his cock, she begins slowly rutting herself back and forth. It takes her just a little bit longer than usual to work up a steady rhythm, but when she’s got it, boy does she got it and it feels so fucking good. The tip of Harry’s cock is pressing against the deepest parts of her and before she knows it, there’s a warm coil winding up in her tummy that bounds itself tighter and tighter inside of her.

She needs to go faster and she needs to go faster now, so she braces her hands on Harry’s chest as she continues to fuck herself on Harry’s cock. Harry lets out a sound that she can’t tell apart between a groan of pleasure and one of pain. His hands dart quickly from where they’d been gripping at her thighs to grip at her wrists.

“Can’t do tha’, lovie. Not the ribs.”

“Shit,” she laughs, subconsciously clenching down on his shaft in the process.

“Sorry.”

“‘S okay,” Harry reassures her as he repositions her hands on his shoulders so she can still have something to grab on to.

“Keep going.” 

Her bump is now cradled against Harry’s stomach and it allows her to find relief in the way that her clit is brushing against the trimmed nest of hair that lies around the base of his thick, throbbing cock. He’s twitching inside of her so much that she can feel it alongside her thrusts as they continue. They both won’t last much longer and they know it. 

“‘M getting close.”

“I know,” Harry pants beneath her.

She switches positions, now with her fingers digging so hard into the meat of Harry’s thighs that her knuckles are changing color. She’s able to lift her hips up and down a bit more from this angle, and it allows Harry’s cock to nudge against her sweet spot.

“Feels so good, H,” she whimpers so quietly that almost Harry couldn’t even hear it.

“‘S that it? Right there?” he mocks as he works at meeting her thrusts with his own.

The best he gets from Y/N is a nod as she focuses the best she can on getting herself there. She’s coating him with her juices with each pump and with one glance down at where they’re joined together nearly shoots Harry over the edge.

“Yeh gonna cum f’ me?” Harry asks as his thumb reaches under her to begin rubbing circles on her clit.

“Gonna give me a good one?”

His movements coupled with his words catalyze the tightness within her, threatening to snap at any moment. She’s definitely sweaty and tired of being on top, but she’s so close now that she wills away the pain in her lower back and thighs.

“Come on, bunny. Give it to me.”

He works with that he can and makes sure he’s slamming into her as deep as he can, speeding up the pace he’s making with her clit in the process. 

She cums with a strangled, “Fuck,” and a shrill cry of his name, and that’s all he needs to meet his end as well. The world is black and quiet for the two of them for just a brief moment, and then they’re both seeing all of the stars in the galaxy.

Her walls are coated with the warm ropes of his seed and spills out of her as she milks him, coaxing all she can out of both hers and Harry’s orgasms. Y/N can feel the last few twitches of Harry’s cock inside of her and her movements slow to a stop. 

His cum is splashed along her inner thighs and around Harry’s shaft, and they’re both struggling to catch their breath. Y/N feels sorry for him for a brief second when she sees him clutching onto the left side of his ribs, but then she remembers the situation that put him there in the first place and great incredible fuck she just gave him and so she decides not to dwell on it too much. 

Serves him right.

She collapses on the bed beside him, the two of them staring idly at the ceiling. It’s nearly dark now, the sun having set long ago and only their silhouettes are visible in the moonlight. Harry reaches over to pet her cheek and press a kiss into her hair as their breathing slowly but surely evens out and they come to.

They’re both too tired and fucked out to have a lucid conversation, so they’ll save that for tomorrow. No. Right now was for cuddles and falling asleep to the sounds of each other’s soft breaths and the peace of mind knowing that they can do this every single night for the rest of their lives if they wanted to because they’re getting married and they have a family together and they’re so in love with each other that nothing else matters.

When Y/N finally manages to muster up the energy to lift herself from the mattress and waddle to the bathroom, Harry breaks the silence.

“Hey,” his voice is calm and collected and there’s a smirk on his face.

“Hmm?” she answers as she cranes her neck and braces herself on the door frame of the master bathroom.

Her other hand is caressing her bump, a tick that she’d picked up over the months whenever she wasn’t doing anything important.

“Sit on m’ face in the morning?”

There’s that laugh again. The one that Harry loves and swears came straight from the angels above.

“With pleasure,” she winks as the door closes behind her.

[deewithani]

Raindrops in the Wind - Chapter 2

Chapter Rating: T

Work Rating: Explicit (18+)

Pairing: Jango Fett x F!Reader

Word count: Approx. 2.1k

Warnings: Justice system abuse, light blood and gore, medical procedures performed by someone not medically qualified, discussion of potentially gross food.

A/N: Again, canon gets blown out of the water, borrowing from here and there to weave the narrative. OC's abound. No Jango in this chapter (he'll be back soon, I promise), we're learning about the reader. I know almost nothing about healthcare, so take that as you will and don't do what the reader does. Milvayne and the underworld are canon, but I took some liberties on my descriptions of the underworld (since I know next to nothing about it outside of this article: https://starwars.fandom.com/wiki/Milvayne)

Chapters will list their individual ratings, work is rated Explicit (18+) for eventual explicit content.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

Word had spread quickly through the underworld on Milvayne, passing from mouth to filth covered ear, each resident hearing the words a multitude of times: from the mouths of bandits, scavengers, old men dying in the gutter, children picking the pockets of newcomers who hadn't yet discovered they came to a foul place even the light of the maker refused to touch.

“Aleda Vole has work.”

The nature of that work was never spoken aloud, and endless throngs of people came and went from Vole's pawn shop, with no end in sight. To you it looked like Aleda was working night and day, the colorful 'Open' sign lit up no matter the time you passed by on your way to another house call.

You had been sentenced to exile here barely a year prior, punishment for your part in a bacta heist that went wrong. It had became increasingly difficult for the clinic you worked for to obtain basic medical supplies, so you and several of your coworkers took it upon yourselves to steal the supplies from a medical supply transport that was scheduled to arrive in Milvayne City. The heist should have went off without a hitch. The proper palms were greased, heads were turned the other way, but if something seems to good to be true, it probably is.

The theft itself was easy. You and your teammates were able to load up everything you needed and leave the dock without a single pursuer following in your footsteps. A not insignificant amount of credits had successfully bought an easy getaway.

What it failed to buy was silence. Someone was a rat.

Several weeks went by, enough that you felt you had been in the clear, when Milvayne Authority officers kicked down the front door of the clinic, arresting anyone unlucky enough to be in the building. A slew of trials commenced the same day and people were found guilty en masse. Every man, woman, and child that faced trial that day was convicted without so much as a second thought, and people were forced over the ledge into the underworld by the hundreds that day.

Since then, you had used your meager medical skills to barter for food, shelter, and literally anything else that was offered to you. It didn't matter if you were paid in half a yard of soiled fabric, it could be turned into something you could use, it could be traded for something else that you may need, or the new item you traded it for could be bartered yet again. It was a shame you had no real medical experience, though. Being able to heal was worth it's weight in gold, but you had been educated in the upkeep and maintenance of technical systems. Unfortunately there wasn't much need in someone repairing holoprojectors or hover-stretchers here. Those things rarely ever came over the ledge, and when they did they were grabbed up by people with a lot more power than yourself.

What enabled your survival is the fact that your job in the clinic had a lot of down time. If it wasn't time for the scheduled maintenance of the equipment, or something wasn't broke, you made yourself busy straightening up exam rooms, stocking, and chatting with the nurses and doctors at the clinic. You watched them perform basic medical procedures and listened in when they explained to their patients the various illnesses and injuries they were experiencing. Because of the continual lack of supplies you saw cuts being stitched by hand, home-made poultices being applied, and injuries being cleaned and dressed. You were even asked to stand in and assist a handful of times, whenever the need of the patients outpaced the staff that was available.

But now here you were, trudging along a muddy path, checking on your next “patient”, an old woman who cut her hand on some scrap metal she had been trying to pull from a pile near her shack. A friend of hers had found you and asked that you hurry to help, as she was bleeding heavily and she heard that you had some antibiotics. It was true, but the vial had been hard to come by, and you hoped that it would be a secret until you absolutely had to use them.

But this is the underworld of Milvayne. The only time secrets are held is when it is beneficial to hold them, and that is a rarity.

The path kept winding, twists and turns bracketed by piles of junk that looked as if they would fall over with a gust of wind, if such a pleasant thing as wind blew down here. The air was stale and all things smelled of rot, as if the odor had wormed its way into the being of every creature that made this place its home. You got used to it, after a time, but occasionally you would be woken from a pleasant dream as a whiff of death passed by your nose.

You finally made it to the door of your “patient”, a shack that was little more than a lean to with a front wall and overhang. Makeshift metal chimes hung from eaves, but unless they were moved by the hand of a passerby they would play no song without the wind to blow through them. They were an odd thing to see here as well. It wasn't safe to leave anything of value outside your dwelling. The common rule was that if it was outside, it was scrap, and anyone could take scrap. Crudely made and as useless as they were, they had value as trinkets. There was little good and enjoyable here, but people loved things they could play, at least as tools to take their minds off the reality of their circumstances.

This peculiar shack stood alone among the debris, short and squat, but solid, it's back crammed against another tall pile of scrap. You raised your fist to knock on the door, but it opened swiftly before your knuckles reached the wood. Before you stood an old woman, petite, back bowed and leaning on a makeshift cane. You stared for a moment, she had a rough, worn face creased by the passage of time, and a strong nose that looked too long for her thin face. Her hair was pure white, and was pulled back in a tight pony tail. You tried to see her eyes, but her eyelids were heavy and swollen. She looked as if she may have been retaining fluids.

The woman before you lifted her cane and let the end drop to the floor, letting out a bang that pulled you back to the present. “Well, honey. You the healer? Don't just stand there”, she said, before turning and moving back in the shack. You followed behind quietly, entering her darkened home. Inside was much more inviting than out. It was only one room, and there were a few piles of scrap in the small space, but the rest was cozy. A small cot was placed against the back wall, covered with a clean blanket and a fluffy pillow, and on the front wall was a stove, cooking what smelled like a very delicious stew you had been served before by other residents of the underworld. Two chairs and a small table sat in the middle of the room, finishing out the rest of the space.

“Your friend said you cut your hand on some scrap, ma'am.” you told her. “I ain't no ma'am, honey, call me Zola”, the old woman replied as she gestured for you to take a seat. You sat down and took her hand, noticing the small bit of cloth she had wrapped around it. It was stained red with blood at the palm, but unusually clean around the top. Her hands were suspiciously clean as well, considering she was digging for scrap in one of the dirtiest places in the galaxy.

You opened your makeshift medical bag and found your small pack of needles and the thread you had made from the remnants of an old blanket you had found peaking out of the mud the first day you had arrived. It was filthy and too small to be usable as much more than a cleaning cloth, but you had painstakingly washed and scrubbed the fibers until they were clean and you could separate them one by one. It had taken you the better part of the week to get enough usable thread, but it had been worth it in the end. Another medic traded you a couple of bent needles for a handful of your thread, and you were able to start the business of survival.

You carefully removed the bandage from her hand, taking care not to pull where it had began to stick to the blood. “This is a deep cut, Zola. I'll have to sew it up. You'll need some antibiotics too, and I've only got a little bit.” The cut wasn't very dirty, but there was very little fresh water to be had here, and you had none on you. You were going to have to sew her palm up as is, and you hoped a shot of antibiotics would keep her from getting an infection.

Carefully you threaded one of your needles and went to work. Zola was quiet while you worked, but you could see her scrunch her face and hold her breath whenever you would push the needle through her skin. The wound continued bleeding as you worked, so you used the wrapping she had bandaged herself with to clean up as you went along. By the time you were through you had placed 7 stitches in the palm of the old woman's hand, and the bleeding had finally stopped.

“There, good as new Zola. I need you to stand up and pull down the top of your pants for me so I can give you the antibiotics.” You filled your needle with the antibiotics and injected them into the top of her buttocks, a place that was least likely to cause her too much pain.

You were worried about the old woman, here alone at the end of the winding path. Afraid that she would meet her end here from whatever was causing the excess fluid. “Zola, you need to see a real doctor about the fluid you're holding. I'm worried that you've got a bigger problem than a cut on your hand. I'll ask around to see if there is someone who can help, but I don't know if I can find anyone. Have your friend ask around. Please.”

“Don't worry honey. I will. I'll be alright until I can find someone. Don't worry about me.”

“Alright, now that I'm finished, what are you going to pay with?” Zola looked up at you and cocked her head to the side. “Well, honey, I don't know what you charge. I don't have any money, and I don't have anything of value I can give you.” You thought for a moment. You hadn't survived here for a year without being flexible with how your clients paid you. Your kind heart wouldn't allow you to not help someone, even if they didn't have any way to settle up with you. You had been left in dire straits from time to time by your personal policy, but your kindness had also won you friends who looked out for you as well.

“I don't do credit, but if you give me a bowl of that stew I'll consider you paid in full. Does it have any meat?”

If the stew did have meat, it was best not to ask what kind. There were very few animals down here, anything not sentient was quickly grabbed and put into the closest stew pot for dinner. The meat in this pot could be anything from a scrap rat to grubs and worms. It didn't matter, though. That bowl was a matter of survival. Jabba the Hutt could be cooking in that pot and it wouldn't make any difference.

“Honey, you may have saved my life today. The least I can do is have you here for supper. Sit down for a while and let's talk. I think I have some information you can use.”

You sat in silence and ate your stew as Zola spoke of her years in the underworld. How she came to find herself in this place. How she found love. How she raised a fine, strong daughter. How they survived. The stew was delicious, and it was a rare treat to hear stories that held more than pain and sorrow.

As you finished your meal Zola rose and walked over to you. She placed her hand on your shoulder and leaned over to whisper in your ear.

“Aleda Vole has work. You should go see her.”

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[su-univeralai]

#21 in angst for the new prompt list for tokka

“Its (her/him/them), isn’t it?”

Thanks for helping me come up with an idea @stitch1830 or was it @authorjoydragon? Well, whichever of you gave me the idea, thank you!

A loud banging at Toph’s front door woke her and Sokka from a peaceful slumber. Sokka was prepared to get up and answer the door, but Toph stopped him, recognizing the footsteps at the door as Kanto’s.

“Let me handle this,” the earthbender said, lightly kissing his lips.

She heaved herself out of bed and threw on a robe before marching over to the door. 

“What the fuck do you want, Kanto? It’s too damn early for breakfast and we broke up a while ago, so this can’t be a booty call,” the blind bender glared in his general direction.

Kanto found it hard to be annoyed at her snide greeting when he knew that she was naked under that robe and the fact that she looked this good just a month after giving birth to their child. But, he persisted to speak. “Toph, I need to know something.” 

“What?” she snapped, obviously pissed off that he woke her up.

He looked past her to see Southern Water Tribe warrior standing shirtless in the hallway sizing him up. “I have to know... It’s him, isn’t it? That broke us up.”

Toph should have been shocked that Kanto had the gall to ask her that, but she wasn’t. Based on his heartbeat, Kanto was shocked to see her with another man so soon after having Lin.

She pinched the bridge of her nose trying hard not to earthbend him into the next house. Her eyes narrowed, “You came here in the middle of the night and disrupted my life just to ask if I broke up with you because of another man?” she seethed.

Kanto fumbled over his words, not sure what to say to appease the angry petite woman in front of him. He stopped his incoherent babbling when Sokka sauntered to the door and draped his arm around the woman who should be his.

The water tribesman simply said, “I think the fact that I’m partially naked in her home and you aren’t answers your question.” Sokka’s strong jaw clenches for a second, “I think you should go, Kanto.”

Kanto looked between the new couple in utter disbelief. He searched Toph’s face for any sign that they were fucking with him, but her features stayed serious.

“Don’t come back here, Kanto,” Toph said closing her door on the poor soul who had originally come to ask the mighty earthbender to take him back.

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Ask me a Fluff, Angst, or General Prompt please give me the quote tho!

[senor-cummies]

Its not ship and a number but it is a short lil prompt. Maybe a funny-cute of Tony discovering his intern is Spiderman? 🥺👉👈 (You're the absolute best and I love you so and I hope you're safe!)

Jensen you come into MY house on this holy and depressed evening and make ME feel like a bag of polished potatoes when I ain't worth six pence and an ounce of marmalade? No, I won't stand for it, prepare to be LOVED! ❤🧡💛💚💙💜🖤🌸🌺🏵💚🧡💙❤🖤💛💙💛💚💛💜🧡💙🧡💚💛💜💘💕💝💕💝💋💕💖💓💗💞💖💕💝💕💋

alsothisideaissogreatandihadsomuchfunwritingitsoignoremysmoothbrain-.0⅛iqramblingsplease?thankyou🥺

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Tony didn't have a crush on him. He was almost 50-years-old, he doesn't get crushes. He gets relationships with people his. fucking. age. He didn't have a crush, he wasn't jealous of that snippy little Harry Osborn--ugh, gag--and anyone to insinuate such was wrong.

Dead wrong.

He simply cared about Peter. Maybe a little too much at times, but he cares for all of his employees. Does his heart swell each time any other employee comes into his office or calls? Ye--no. That's just Peter.

Does he feel absolutely devastated when all his other employees clock out or miss a day or completely ignore his undying love for them so he drinks whisky and cries in the moonlight while listening to Lana Del Ray? No.

Tony ran a hand down his face, loosening his tie. "Sweet peas and sasparilla," he groaned, banging his forehead on his desk. Okay, maybe he had a teeny, weeny, itty bitty witty crush on Peter but that's fine! Right?

"God, I'm so pathetic!" Tony gasped at the affirmative beep-boop from across the room. "You're not supposed to agree with meeeeee!" Tony whined, peering over his arm at Dum-E. He beeped again, said and low. Tony waved off his apology, sniffling as he read over paperwork, his breath condensating on the glass table top.

A beep came from behind him, and he raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, maybe I should ask him out." He picked up a pen, signing the paper work and x-ing where need be. "Or," he prompted, peeking through his eyelashes to see if he'd gotten Dum-E and U's attention.

"I could change my name and move to Nepal. Kamar Taj is great this time of year." Dum-E and U both made a groan like beep. Tony nodded, "Yeah, I'm pathetic, I get it."

"I don't think you're pathetic, Mr Stark!" Tony jumped, looking at the doorway with a wide smile. "Hiiiiiiiii!" He waved frantically, with both hands. He'd have Pepper reprimand him later for acting so childish, this was important, Peter breathed. He inhaled, and--and then he exhaled, and he said words. He said words to him. He noticed him, spoke to him, he--Tony squinted, staring at Peter's face. He looks like he got hit with a car.

He has a bruise on his cheek, a Band-Aid on his forehead likely covering up stitches, and he's limping. Lord, when I tell you Tony has never felt more rage I mean it. Tony set his pen down, walking to Peter faster than he'd walked before in his life. He cupped Peter's cheeks, gentle, making sure not to touch his bruises too much.

"Peter, are you okay?" Peter bit his lip, nodding quickly and slowly pulling Tony's hands away. "I'm fine, I just--I'm fine. I have this months progress report ready for you." Peter handed Tony a stack of papers. Tony cleared his throat, thanking Peter for the report.

"If there's anything you ever need to talk about, just know that I'm here for you." Peter nodded, smiling gratefully. "Thank you so much, Mr Stark." Tony smiled, waving him off. When his door shut it took every single molecule of his petite, spicy, being not to scream.

He cut off U before she could rear her micromanaging little head "I know! Pathetic!" he slid his hand down his face. "Jarvis, clear my schedule, I have to...Do some research."

alpha

Tony wasn't really shocked per se, it fit if you thought about it, he was more relieved than anything. He was glad it wasn't domestic violence,or child abuse, he's glad he was just...A superhero. Tony grabbed a pan, taking out a notebook, much to U's dissaproval.

"What? I was just going to add 'superhero' to the list of things Peter and I have in common. For...Science." U let out a sigh like beep.

"Should I tell him I know? I mean, it would help to know he had someone on his side, right?" U sighed again, louder, and Tony nodded.

"Noted, I will upgrade your processor so then you won't be such a raging bitch." U scoffed, rolling out of his office and back to her corner of the lab. Tony ran his fingers through his hair, "But I should do something, right?" He spun around in his chair, looking out the window at the sunset.

"Ugh! I hate dramatic irony! I'm more of a sarcasm guy myself, I can't not tell people I know things!" Tony his head in his hands.

"Thou shalt not give into temptation, thou shalt not give into temptation, thou shalt not-- if we know we have this in common we could bond over it, leading to a stronger relationship and possibly even dating." Tony groaned, tapping his foot. He knew what he was going to end up doing, the wrong thing.

Maybe he should manifest, ask the universe what they think. Of course, the universe despises him so that might not go so well.

"Universe, if I should tell Peter I know he's Spider-man, show me an Octopus." The tv cut on across the room.

"The male octopus will take off the hectocotylus, or penis tenticle, and throw it at the female to avoid being eaten--" Tony groaned, watching the octopus swim around on screen.

"Fine! You win, I'll tell him. But I will be very asshole-y about it!" Tony grabbed his coat, going to storm out of his office before he stopped and turned on his heel.

"Where does the kid live?"

beta

Peter was fidgeting, sitting on his twin mattress.

"Look, Mr Stark, I know it looks bad but I'm fin--" Tony shushed him, fiddling with stuff on his desk. Awe, a little crochet iron man coaster! he squealed internally.

"Quick question of the, uh, rhetorical variety...This is you, isn't it?"

What? I said I'd be asshole-y about it.

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I hope you like it! I had sooooo much fun writing it!💛

[im-abanana]

Finding time to write small one-shots in between online-classes is hard, but boi, this quarantine is perhaps making me slightly more productive?

I shamelessly took inspiration from @geekgirles‘s wonderful Rock!BranchAU (love you, friendo <3), because I just love it and everyone probably knows it at this point-- and I just had to give Tresillo some screen time too, bc I’m just weak for that pal.

Some related parts: part 1, part 2

Summary: Rock!Branch isn’t the best at taking certain hints, so it takes a good friend, who also happens to be an experienced family man, to help the rocker realize what the funk is going on. 

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The last thing Branch expected to receive from Tresillo that morning, as he anxiously waited for Poppy outside the Pop Trolls’ medical office, was a honest congratulations and a perhaps-too-vigorous pat on the back. 

“Congratulations, for what? What do you mean?” the overly tattooed Rock Troll tilted his head, a vague and irritating sensation of disorientation burdening his already fully-loaded cargo of negativity. Being the responsible and reliable man he was, he hated not being able to understand something immediately. Was Tresillo making fun of him?

Either way, Branch decided that he didn’t care, at least not at the moment. “Listen, I’m really not in the mood for riddles. Poppy is not feeling well, and this medical appointment is taking hours… I’m starting to worry,” he fearfully admitted, hoping that part of the weight on his shoulder would disappear. It didn’t work, of course.

“Poppy’s sick?” The Reggaeton leader’s brow furrowed, his expression not at all ironic; on the contrary, he seemed sincerely taken aback by the Captain’s defensive response. “But I thought she was pregnant?”

Oh. Oh, alright. Branch must’ve misheard, and that was totally comprehensible, considering his actual concern for his beloved mate. Or Tresillo must’ve simply misinterpreted the situation, which was completely fine too, it happens to the best of us. 

Poppy wasn’t pregnant, she couldn’t be! … unless?

“And you’re making this assumption because…? I mean, h—how would you know!?” the Captain’s last sentence came out a bit more hysterical than he intended, but he took little notice. How could he take notice, when the pieces were finally coming together?

Upon hearing the Rock Troll’s stupefied question, the Reggaeton leader raised his eyebrows, somehow smug— No, there was actual pride shining in his bluish eyes, with just a tiny amount of amusement. “Why are you acting so surprised? I have fathered three fine trollings after all, and two more are on the way. Créeme Branch,” Tresillo put an encouraging hand on the freaked-out Captain’s shoulder in hopes of calming him. “when Tambora and Marimba got pregnant with our second clutch, I was the first to find out. At some point, you just know.”

It made sense. It all made a terrible, awfully plausible sense.

“So, that’s w-why… y-you really think that Poppy is… could she—” Branch blabbed and stumbled, scorching blood pumping furiously into his pointy ears and probably flooding his entire brain cavity, because the typically eloquent rocker couldn’t string two words together right now. Hell, the world was spinning so hard he could barely stand on his feet!

“If you ask me, there’s a good possibility that Queen Poppy is expecting. I mean, the rounder belly is pretty self-explanatory on its own, but only you can know for sure,” the cerulean Troll replied, his fingers squeezing Branch’s skin tighter to give further support. “The point is, did you give her a reason to be?”

Holy Rock, she actually could be. The signs were all there too, right under his nose; it would explain the constant tiredness, the bigger appetite, the unusual carefulness in each step and movement she took. Last week, when Poppy decided to postpone her own birthday party because ‘she wasn’t feeling like celebrating’, Branch had feared she’d gotten seriously sick. But now—

Now the young Captain had something else to be worried about, something even more important.

An egg, a trolling. A small, precious life that he and Poppy, the kindest soul and the most beautiful angel who ever walked on the planet, had created together. That mere, simple thought alone was enough for Branch’s chest to swell with pure joy and a sense of privilege.

On the other hand, their offspring would be the first half-breed Troll ever generated in… decades or centuries, at the very best. Actually, was there ever a Rock-Pop Troll? And how would the others react to the news? Being pushed away, or worse still, being treated like an outcast or a freak, was the last thing Branch wanted for their child.

“What if the other Trolls don’t accept it? What if they push our kid away, just because he or she is different?” the Rock Troll whispered, his anguished gaze glued on the doctor’s pod front door. 

He needed to see Poppy now. He needed to hear her sweet voice, full of reassurance and positivity, or at least, Branch needed to know if the Pop Queen was sharing his own doubts and fears about that particular subject.

“Branch,” what reached his ears instead, was the voice of the Reggaeton Trolls’ leader, this time dead serious and almost peremptory. It demanded respect and attention, and the Captain couldn’t help but give it to him— now more than ever, Branch understood why Tresillo was a tribe leader. “Have you seen my son, Charango? Physically, he is a Reggaeton Troll through and through, with markings on his body and dreadlocks to prove it. And yet, anyone can see how excited he gets when his tìas Wani, Gomdori, Kim-Petit, Ari and Baby Bun come to visit us; he genuinely adores them and their music. Understand what I’m getting at?”

Branch suspected he must’ve had a pretty dumb and clueless look on his face, because Tresillo let out a lighthearted laugh and went straight to the point. “What we are, what we truly are, cannot be seen or touched. We are the decisions we make, the things we’re passionate about. Perhaps my son is a bit Reggaeton and K-Pop inside— so what? Mi música no discrimina a nadie, remember?” 

Stunned by that frankness and wisdom, the Rock Troll took a moment to reflect on the Reggaeton leader’s words. Yes, it was true that everything had changed for the better since Poppy united the kingdoms, but his usual paranoid-self couldn’t help but wonder if the other Trolls were actually prepared for such a thing, for a more tangible and physical representation of said union. 

“So, do you think the others will just accept it? No curious glances, no nasty comments, no nothing?” Branch finally spoke, his skeptical voice firm, but barely audible. 

“While I wouldn’t know about that, I do know that this new generation we’re creating is genuinely… mejor. I can see it in my children’s eyes,” Tresillo firmly replied, laying his benevolent gaze on his three offsprings. “and one day, you will see it in your own kid’s eyes, Branch. On this, I’m absolutely sure.”

The pensive Rock Captain slowly opened his mouth to answer, but a little voice beat him to it. “Papà!” staggering a bit clumsily on feet that were still too big for his tiny, growing legs, one of Tresillo’s trollings approached the two friends. “Moms said they need you right now, and— oh, hello Branch!” the kid chirped, in high spirits as usual, staring happily at the grey rocker.

Branch instantly recognized him, it was Charango. The color of his skin was the same, unmistakable cerulean shade of Tresillo’s, elegantly covered in orange, magenta and yellow stripes and patches on his arms, legs, chest and face, reminding of Tambora’s own body pattern. The child’s nose was yellow and his irises were bright pink, just like his dreadlocks which, however, displayed multicolored tufts of green, ochre and cerulean blue too. 

“I better go then, the bosses are calling for me,” Tresillo chuckled, a playful grin appearing on his face as he vigorously patted his friend’s back for the last time and picked up his cheerful son. “Good luck, Branch. Whatever happens, just know that you’ll always find a friend in me and my tribe members.”

“Thank you. I appreciate it,” Branch tipped his head gratefully at the tribe leader, and then at Charango. “Take care, the both of you.” 

As the Rock Troll silently watched father and son heading home together, laughing and talking of this and that, he couldn’t help but hope— perhaps a bit selfishly? —that he too could have that kind of relationship with his future children, one day.

The sudden bang of the doctor’s pod front door caught his attention, and before the young Captain knew it, Poppy’s voice resounded in the air. 

“Branch, Branch! Come here, quick! You definitely wanna hear the news,” Poppy cried out, her smile brighter than the sun and exuding an excitement she had never shown before. What Tresillo had said was true apparently, there was no need for words; the Rock Troll understood as soon as her magenta, sparkling eyes met his.

To his own surprise, as Branch wrapped his muscular arms around his beloved mate’s waist— where a small life, their own radiant future, was slowly growing —he realized that he wasn’t scared anymore.

[devnicolee]

The Chosen Ones (3)

Warnings: Slow Burn, angst

Word Count: 10,181

A/N: We are stuck inside with nothing to do... figured I would pass the time with writing. Enjoy! 

[Chapter 1] [Chapter 2]

“That was a productive meeting, yes?" She asked the stoic man next to her as she gathered the mess of documents in front of her. 

Her eyes closed briefly as exhaustion from a day's worth of meetings settled in her bones. She desired nothing more than to fall into bed and take a nap before her call with her brother to recap the day.

She loathed admitting when her brother was right but even she couldn't deny that he was right about this. She had a certain knack for this... politics and compromise. He forced her out of her comfort zone, out of the space she knew but she was happy he did. She actually enjoyed the work and it didn't hurt that her first assignment came with certain... perks.

"I think it is beginning to look like something we could work with. The King will be amenable to our requests, yes?"

"I am speaking with him tonight and will raise your concerns then. None of which are unreasonable, even if they are a bit prickly," she teased. "We can discuss his feedback and do any fine-tuning tomorrow."

He nodded. "Um Asha, do you have plans prior to dinner?"

"Just a nap, I think," she chuckled. "But I could be persuaded to do something different if my host has other ideas."

"Well, I was hoping we could go for a walk, perhaps through the market. So you can be among the people for a bit."

"That sounds lovely."

The journey down the mountain was swift, a quick carriage ride. The Lodge looked larger than life from the valley, a true lesson in how perspective changes everything. She looked up to see bridges criss-crossing their way between the mountains and structures, giving the Jabari faster and easier access to every inhabited part of the mountains. She marveled at the engineering. She was not as smart as Shuri when it came to technology but she could hold her own in the lab and spent a great deal of time there at night with her sister to avoid the other scientists. She understood the skill it took to create and erect those types of structures. It reminded her how little she truly understood about the Jabari, grateful for the opportunity to really learn about their daily lives. Her eyes lowered to the small shops surrounding her on the ground.

Asha drew a few stares as she walked alongside M’Baku. Every booth they passed earned M’Baku a discreet bow, head nod and smile while she got a curious and long stare. She did stand out like red in a sea of white, too small to be a Jabari and clearly dressed in the clothes of a low lander. Her two-piece dress would not have turned heads in the Golden City, but here? It screamed of an outsider who didn't know how to dress for the weather.

However, her companion certainly was not complaining. M'Baku almost lost his breath when she walked into his office that morning, the smooth skin of her waist showing, her shapely body on display in the form-fitting skirt. There were several moments throughout the day that he got lost in the desire to know what laid beneath that outfit, moments like right now.

She wondered if this is what it was like for T’Challa or Shuri when they roamed the markets in Wakanda without a care in the world. She was always jealous of them, envied them for it. All the people they got to meet, things they got to see... she knew it brought them closer to their roots. After all, the true beauty of Wakanda is her people. If you do not know them, how can you truly love the country? Truly be a part of it? Yet another thing that made her heart ache, long for a different reality... she was an outsider in her own country, and would never be able to feel the warmth of Wakanda as she should have. They always told her there was nothing to envy, describing it as mundane, commonplace, sometimes even boring. She always thought they were lying for her benefit, and now she knew that to be true. What she was experiencing now was quite the opposite of mundane, commonplace or boring. It was lively and vibrant... she imagined if she were to walk through at the same time tomorrow, she would see something totally unique. The sights, sounds and smells overloaded her senses as she walked, all competing for her attention and pulling her in 100 different directions.

"What are you thinking about?" His deep baritone startled her out of her inner musings. 

"Oh umm..I was just thinking about how different this is. You know, I can't even remember the last time I was in a crowd this big, truthfully. Probably not since I was 10 or so?" She nervously fidgeted with her hands as anxiety replaced her awe while she looked at the unsuspecting Jabari around her.

"That is when the chosen begin to reveal their powers. I imagine it is the same down the mountains?"

She nodded and sighed, "Yes." 

A loud crack drew her attention to two small children playing with knobkerries behind one of the booths as they walked, reminding her of her and her brother at that age. 

"One minute T'Challa and I were training together and the next minute, the training mat was in flames. I will never forget his face... He thought it was the coolest thing ever. My parents... did not. And of course, now I just think of all the ways I could have accidentally hurt him. Like I could do to almost ev-every person here." That last part was softer, M'Baku realizing that she didn't really mean to say it out loud.

"If I truly thought you were a danger to anyone here, I would not have brought you. Do not sell yourself or your control over yourself short Asha. Come, I think this may help."

She appreciated the lifeline, his ability to pull her back from the edge of the cliff before she catapulted down into a sea of anxiety and fear. Of course, she did not truly recognize that everytime he pulled her from that cliff, he was pushing her toward a different, equally dangerous one. She was just grateful for the distraction, the assurance as he pulled her toward an empty booth to his right. Unlike the other booths that were filled with products, this booth was completely bare with only a frail-looking old woman sitting alone behind it. 

"Miss Olabisi, looking as beautiful as ever," M'Baku boasted to the old woman sitting behind the booth. 

She leaned into her carved wooden walking stick to help her stand as she limped her way from her seat to the counter.

"My lord. I pray Hanuman is blessing you today," she offered with a smile. 

Her petite, wrinkled hands grasped his large ones as she spoke. Asha watched from a bit behind him as they interacted.

"Just as he does every day. I brought a friend with me today. I was hoping to show her your flowers."

Asha shared a confused look with Alexis behind him. There were no flowers at her booth or any visible merchandise or a sign to explain what the woman sold there.

"Ah a special friend? She is beautiful but not a Jabari. Must be a lowlander. Come close, my child. I don't bite," she reached out a hand for Asha to approach. 

Asha walked up to stand by M'Baku, the old woman immediately taking her hand in hers. Instinctively, Asha yanked her hand away and Alexis banged her spear into the ground, ready to use her weapon. Asha quickly raised her hand, signaling for her guard to stand down.

"Do not fret, child. I mean you no harm. I am sure you have encountered more dangerous beings than I," she held her fragile hands back out. 

After a reassuring smile and nod from M'Baku, Asha placed her hand back in hers. Her fingertips gently gazed over her palm, seemingly unbothered by the smoke slowly rising from her palm.

"I sense great magic in you child. Perhaps one of the most powerful chosen I have seen all my days. A Fire One? The most rare among us... Perhaps a rare flower for a rare beauty, yes?"

Unnerved by the woman's other-worldly ability to read her powers, Asha's responses were limited to simple head nods. Asha watched as she pulled a pot of soil from under her counter. With a few waves of her hands, Asha watched a flower buds slowly peek out of the soil. She watched them grow and grow until the pot was full of Wakandan Roses: blood red with orange tips.

"A flower fit for one chosen by fire, I think."

Awe and wonder settled on Asha's face like a child. "Wow... wow, these are beautiful. Thank you."

"Anything for our chief's special friend," she answered. She waved her hands over a second pot, causing a white orchid to emerge. "And your favorite, my lord. Now go on, child. The day is as young and beautiful as the two of you. Don't waste it chatting with me. It was a pleasure to meet you Princess Asha, I expect we will see far more of you here."

"Thank you, Olabisi" M'Baku saluted her before motioning for his guard to pick up the potted flowers, pay, and continue back toward the carriage. "She is a chlorokinetic and the oldest Chosen in the tribe. She tends to the tribe's greenhouses and sells flowers, she can make a variation of any flower in the world based on a person's energy. Hence the hand thing, which sorry. I should have warned you. It is a bit jarring the first time," she nodded, the pair sharing a laugh. "She can also sense powers in other people. She is the epitome of what the chosen are meant to be for us." 

"I can see. She is very special."

"The surprises are not over for today. I wanted you to see one more thing. A little mind-reading bird told me you love sunsets. I thought you ought to see the best one in all of Wakanda."

Asha scoffed, "I do but every Wakandan knows that the best view of the sunset is on the Great Mound, you can see Bast bring nightfall over all of Wakanda."

The horse pulling his carriage sped off, toward the mountain across from the Lodge. The winding, snow-covered roads took them higher and higher up the mountain.

"Oh yea? Well," he paused to climb out of the carriage and help her down. The carriage stopped at a small clearing that led to a cliff, not unlike the one the Talon dropped her off on the day prior. "The Jabari would like to offer up a contender for that spot."

She walked to the middle of the clearing and her breath was almost taken away. You could see everything: the border mountains of Jabariland, the waterfalls that flowed down into the valley of those border mountains, the Great Mound in the distance.

"T-this is... wow. I mean..." Words failed her. 

There were no words to describe the majesty of her home. Wakanda is not perfect, she knew this, but of all the books she read, movies she had seen, she was confident in saying that no country on Earth held a torch to this beauty.

The pair stood, with their human shadows not far behind, fairly close to the edge of the peak. The whole world fell away as they stood, both staring off into the sunset. The sun made its descent slowly, giving them time to admire the changing colors in the sky. Tonight, it seemed Bast and Hanuman, she supposed given the setting, wanted to welcome her to this new place. With the setting sun came a sky of fire, rich hues of red faded into brilliant oranges as day gave way to dusk.

"You win. T-this is beautiful... it is everything M'Baku."

"It seems Hanuman wanted to thank us for bringing a rare beauty into his home. A sky fit for a woman of fire."

She turned away, face flushed with heat that had nothing to do with the flames beneath the surface. They continued to watch as the sky settled firmly into dusk before it would quickly give way to the inky blackness of nightfall. Asha didn't realize how close the two were standing until her shoulder brushed against his arm, causing those mysterious sparks like those that rise from embers on a fire to slowly rise from her hands. 

He held her hand, instinctively noticing her preparing to snatch them out of the atmosphere, desperate to stop her. They watched each other, her small hand still in his as the sparks grew. Soon, they were surrounded by them, circling them, pulling them into a world of their own.

Before M'Baku could stop himself, his free hand cupped her face, holding her gaze to his. He felt it... the heat flush beneath her skin. He imagined a boiling inferno of power that no one else could see, that no one else was worthy of. She stared up at him with a soft smile that made him want to gather the whole world and lay it at her feet. It took all of one day... 24 hours for him to forget her engagement, forget how undeserving he was of her, forget his iron-clad rules and self-control and whatever bullshit he fed himself to limit his feelings toward her. He didn't want to be limited... normalcy, being ordinary was limiting enough. He wanted her and that moment did not afford him the time to really examine what that would mean, the consequences of that next step. His thumb gently rubbed circles in her cheek, her eyes fell closed at his touch and he knew he had her.

Looking at each other, both decided that the consequences were inconsequential. Those would just have to be the troubles of the future M'Baku and Asha to work out because right here... right now was all that mattered. His hand slid down to her neck as he pulled her body flush against his.

Bated breaths passed between the two, they shared silent pleads and determination to see this choice through as M'Baku lowered his lips toward hers only to be stopped by the shrill sound of her beads ringing through the air. Like an explosion, the two jumped away from each other immediately.

"Oh no! M-my meeting with T'Challa. I-I am late. W-we sh-should return to the Lodge." 

She stammered as she waved her hand around her face and closed it into a fist causing all the floating sparks to return to their owner.

"Y-yes. Yes. Of course. Let us hurry."

They climbed back into the carriage, taking off back down the mountain and up the sharp curves of another. Asha was thankful Alexis and Amari were in another carriage behind them so she did not have to see the look of disappointment on her guard's face. The ride back was only marked with silence... very awkward silence as she and M'Baku looked everywhere but at each other.

She felt foolish, coming onto him like a desperate fool. 

Why on Earth would he want you? 

She wanted to smack herself in the head. Never mind the fact that she was someone else's, why on Earth was she desperate for the intimate attention of someone who was not him?

Because we all know Hasani is incapable and unwilling to give you those things.

Well maybe that is because I am undeserving of them, she fought with herself internally.

Across the very short distance of the back seat in the carriage, M'Baku was having a similar fight with himself, kicking himself for ignoring everything he put in place to stop this exact scenario. She would hate him after this, he just knew it. Never want to see him again, demand to be taken back down the mountains immediately. And then he would face the wrath of the Black Panther for making her uncomfortable.

Why do you insist on making things harder for yourself?

They jumped out of the carriage quickly and M'Baku escorted her back to her chambers.

"This is your stop," he joked as they stood outside her door. 

They both could tell the other was trying to figure out a way to address the gorilla in the room, what just took place. But she could not find the words and apparently neither could he.

"Yes, thank you. Um... are we still on for our walk tomorrow morning?" She asked timidly, her way of ensuring she was still in his good graces... that she did not ruin their budding friendship.

"Of course," he exclaimed, his face lighting up. They both let out a sigh of relief, he was also looking for a way to ensure he had not ruined everything. "Same time and place."

"Great! I am looking forward to it. I s-should go though. Shouldn't keep the king waiting right?"

"Right, good night Asha." She watched him walk away, a doey-eyed look of longing plastered on her face before Alexis caught her attention.

"We will need to speak about this after you finish with T'Challa," she whispered.

Asha rolled her eyes, refusing to acknowledge her guard's love for drama and gossip. Asha and Alexis settled into her room, putting her flowers on the nightstand before pulling out her tablet to call T'Challa.

"T'Challa! I am so sorry, I was with M'Baku and lost track of time," she apologized as she sat down on the couch next to Alexis.

"M'Baku? So you two are on a first name basis?"

"They are on more than that," Alexis whispered under her breath to which Asha responded with daggers of her own.

"What was that?" T'Challa inquired, amused at the interaction as realization hit that there was more to this bout of tardiness than his little sister was willing to let on.

"Nothing, nothing. Apologies again, my king."

"Well, I can excuse skipping one meeting, just don't make a habit of it like your younger sister, understand?"

"Yes, of course."

"Good, let's get to work."

***

"This is delicious... I didn’t realize you all were actually vegetarians. I thought you were just bothering the colonizer."

Asha smiled across the table at her host as they enjoyed dinner. It was bittersweet... she was ecstatic that he invited her to a private dinner in his residence but it was to commemorate her last night in the mountains and a successful final day of talks. She was going home with a signed treaty welcoming the Jabari back into the fold officially. But she didn't want to leave. The last two days were magical... perfect. And then in the morning, she would have to go down the mountains, put her rings back on and return to secrecy. She didn't want to do it but she knew she had no choice.

M’Baku let out a loud chuckle in his signature bark and shook his head.

"I was really proud of that joke."

"Oh we could all tell," Asha assured him as she finished her vegetable soup. 

Her mind drifting back to her first time meeting this gentle giant, he seemed like anything other than that at the time. Even when he was doubled over guffawing at his own joke. But after two days, she saw it: the softness behind his tough exterior. She could tell he did not show the whole tribe that side often. People did not seem scared of him. No, he was not a ruler who required fear and intimidation to rule. He had the love and respect of his people, which was evident, while striking a balance between toughness and compassion.

"Are you excited to return home? I can imagine it is tough being away for so long."

"To see Shuri and T'Challa? Yes. But I could live without the rest of it. Being here is nice. Left all my burdens at the bottom of your mountains. Can't say I am excited to pick them up again."

"It must have been hard... everything you have been through in the last month. Your father died, your brother died and came back, your cousin attacked your family, you were forced into exile, you got engaged, first job. Not a lot of time to recover before a new wave drags you beneath the surface. How are you coping?"

She looked up from her plate and noticed that the original playfulness in his eyes was gone, replaced with a certain seriousness she was unprepared for. She played with the ends of her braids, "Well when you list it like that, it does sound pretty tragic," she laughed slightly before a more solemn look fell on her face. "I don't know. Nobody has asked me that and I j- I just try to avoid thinking about some of it, like Baba. It is too," she stared into space as she sought to find the proper word, "Too complicated."

"Why?" He quickly bowed his head with guilt, "I-I am sorry. That is none of my business. I shouldn't be asking you to bear your soul over dinner."

"No need to apologize," she responded with a reassuring smile. 

And she truly wasn't offended. He was the first person to inquire about her grief, the first person who she knew would not judge her for the very, very gray area it still resided in. If she was going to bare her soul to anyone, he seemed like the best option. 

"You know, my mother and Shuri loved to go to the spa? It is their tradition when Baba and T'Challa are out of the country. They leave their beads and they enjoy a day with each other - no tech, no distractions. My mother always pretended like they were going to do official business or something in an effort to not make me feel bad. But I always knew. But what she didn't know was that I loved it. Particularly this day, Bast I could not wait for them to leave," she laughed, causing M'Baku's lips to turn into a slight smile at her airy laugh, one that resembled a small child. 

"T'Challa has been working for weeks to build me this fire-resistant training room and it was finally ready. So that was going to be the day, I was going to go and finally, safely, test the potential of these mysterious powers I had. He would say, 'If you are going to be cursed, as you call it, you might as well learn to use it to your advantage.' And so, my wardens were gone... my siblings were gone so I couldn’t hurt them. I finally had some freedom. I put it off all day, hemmed and hawed about it. I finally made it down there, was about to step in when..."

"What stopped you?"

"My beads rang and I ignored them initially. But they rang again and again. When I answered them, it was T'Challa and he could b-barely say it. But he didn't have to. I could see it. I had seen my brother upset... angry but never this. Never heartbroken, never shattered. And I knew he couldn't do it... so I went back upstairs and waited for my mother and Shuri to return. Telling them was like... was like watching someone's world end. And as I sat there holding Shuri as she sobbed or spent hours on the phone trying to talk my homicidal brother off a ledge, I just felt like an outsider in their grief. Like a phony who was not as sad as her family."

"How so?"

"Don't get me wrong. I loved my father and I was sad, in my own way. But it was so confusing. He was loved by everyone. And when someone dies, especially in a tragedy, we ignore the bad parts and immortalize the good. My mother lost a dedicated and devoted husband. My brother lost his hero and role model. Shuri lost a doting father and her strongest advocate."

"And you?"

"I lost a prison guard, my biggest critic. My father hated everything about who I was. Everything that made me who I am and he raised me to hate it too. He made me a prisoner in my own home. When his soul left this earth, I felt freedom for the first time in a long time. Felt like I could finally be myself." 

M'Baku nodded, "That makes sense. I can only imagine how difficult that is. But you can be free now, under your brother's reign."

"Can I though? It only took a few days for me to realize that the prison he created was more than the walls of a palace he didn’t allow me to leave. He built them around my heart, around my soul, blocking out every good and beautiful thing I could have in this world. And then.. I don't know, I just became more angry with him than sad." 

She looked up from her lap as silence overtook the table, taking his lack of words for judgment. "I know, I am a horrible person and daughter." 

"No, no. I don't think that. Life is complicated, feelings are complicated. You are doing the best you can. I was actually thinking of ways to help you exercise this freedom. You didn't wear those rings for two days and no catastrophes. I think you should reward yourself."

She eyed him suspiciously before sitting back in her seat and deciding to humor him. 

"Reward myself for not accidentally burning your house down? How should we do that?"

"Well, what is one aspect of your powers you want to explore but haven't yet?"

She looked off into the distance, thinking deeply, eyes widening as she thought of the one thing she wanted to try. 

"I can fly, I think. Or at least, I can hover off the ground. I haven't had the chance to really try it. There would be no place to safely do it." She shook her head, acknowledging the absurdity of it.

M'Baku's eyes bugged out of his head for a second before he recovered. Now this was more for him than her, he quickly realized. Because there is nothing he wanted more in the world than to see her soaring across the sky. He stood up and reached out for her hand to help her out of her chair. 

"Well, there is no better time to try than the present. Come with me."

"What? Wait M'Baku, I don't think I am dressed properly to attempt flying and it could be dangerous," she tried to reason as he walked her outside. They walked for a bit until they reached the Jabari's outside training grounds. 

There, Kide waited for them. "You called for me, my lord?"

"Yes. The Princess would like to test out her powers a bit, specifically the art of flying. I figured that you, our resident expert, could give her some pointers."

"Wait, you can fly?" she asked in disbelief.

He and M'Baku shared a knowing look and slight chuckle before Kide closed his eyes, his body gently hovering above the ground before he gently glided over to her. "Not long distances but I can get around Jabariland pretty well. Let's see what you can do."

"Oh, I don't know if I can turn it on like that. The first time... eh... the first time I was out of control."

"What were you thinking about then?"

"Escaping danger, I wanted to get as far away as fast as I could."

He seemed to look through her as he thought about her statement. 

"Fear is a good motivator but you don't want to have to be terrified to access parts of your powers. So think about channeling your fire, which is the fuel for your flying I assume, into your extremities and using that to push yourself off the ground. And then just think about a destination and focus all your energy through your body to get there. Give it a try."

She quickly stripped herself of her shoes, knowing Shuri would not forgive her for destroying them. She felt the flames beneath the surface rush to her feet to warm them up as she stood in the snow, melting the frozen precipitation around her. She closed her eyes, feeling foolish but she tried to do what he said. She thought about almost gathering all the fire inside in a ball at her core before pushing it down into her hands and feet. She felt the unmistakable heat of fire in the air, letting her know that that part worked at least. Determination set in her face as she pushed and pushed, straining to lift her body off the ground. Soon, she felt it, the familiar lightness of floating. Her eyes snapped open to see M'Baku and Kide below her. She was only a few feet off the ground but it was something.

She looked down at her hands and feet, looking at the flames working hard to keep her in the air. She laughed into the air, shock filling her as she realized she was really doing it. However, the momentary loss of concentration caused her to tumble back into the snow.

"Not a bad first try, Princess. You can't lose concentration though," Kide laughed as he walked over to her to help her up. She wiped the water droplets from the melted snow off her dress as she looked at him.

"That was amazing. Wow. Do you think I could actually fly or just hover like that?" She asked enthusiastically.

Next to her, M'Baku's smile was brighter than all the stars in the Jabari sky, This was the Asha he was yearning to see since she stepped foot into the mountains. The one who was excited about her powers, the one that was determined to explore her endless possibilities. He did not believe she could get more perfect than he thought she was. But she continued to surprise him. Simply watching her float above him, her eyes filled with fire, like a goddess was beyond breathtaking. If Hanuman decided to call him home to the Ancestral Cliffs at this moment, he would go happily. He had seen it all, nothing would top that moment.

While he was trapped in a cycle of adoration and admiration for her, he missed her rising in the air again, this time with a bit more grace and confidence.

Asha kept her concentration as she tilted forward and tried to fly in a circle above the men's heads. She pushed the fire behind her to push upward and then out to propel herself forward. Cold air whipped against her exposed skins and entered her lungs but she didn't care. She never wanted this feeling to end. She did a couple of laps around their heads, still a bit wobbly, losing height here or there as she tried to adjust to this new skill. She touched her exposed feet back down on the ground, causing the fire on her feet to immediately die out. Her hands took a moment but soon the flames retreated back into her body as well, allowing Kide and M'Baku to approach again.

"Well done, princess," M'Baku said, clapping for her.

She smiled, praise sounding far more appealing when it tumbled from his lips. "Thank you. Thank you both for this. It was exhilarating and life-changing and ju- just thank you."

"Well, we are here anytime you want to escape the lowlanders and practice Princess," M'Baku offered. "Let's go inside yes? You have an early day journey home tomorrow."

Asha nodded, but hesitated when M'Baku took her hand to lead her back into the Lodge.

"What's wrong?"

"This will sound foolish. But I j-just don't want this to end. I know what I have to go back to and here, well this is easy. Here with you, it is freedom. Guess I am not ready to go back and have that end? Is that crazy?" She asked, wanting confirmation that her inner thoughts did not make her insane.

"Not crazy at all. How about we go back to my quarters for a drink? We can talk and relax? Then the night won't end for another hour or so."

"That would be great, thank you."

"But you have to promise me something?" He stopped walking to turn and look at her. 

"And what would that be?" 

"When you go back to the city, take some of the freedom you had here back? Don't go back and retreat into isolation again?" 

"Deal." That sounded easy enough, right? After the last couple of days, Asha had no desire to return to the woman she was back at home. She wanted it to be like this all the time, even if it couldn't be with him. 

They walked back to his private quarters where he pulled out a bottle of Jabari rum and the pair settled on his couch. Over that bottle, they talked about everything under the sun. Asha learned everything there was to know about M'Baku's life in the mountains. They talked about their families, embarrassing stories, and battle wounds. They tested, much to Asha's chagrin, how her powers stood up against Jabari wood. They went over it all, getting drunk off of rum and each other.

Soon, more than an hour had passed and it was 3 a.m. and M'Baku looked over to find Asha asleep next to him. She was too peaceful, too beautiful bathed in the moonlight from his window to disturb. He picked her up and settled her into his bed, which held the warmest furs and would be most comfortable. He watched the soft rise and fall of her chest, listened to her quiet breaths as she got lost in the unconscious world. He simply thanked Hanuman for the opportunity to know her. Tomorrow, they would return to reality, it would leave them out in the cold alone. He didn't want to think about how tomorrow, she would go back to being someone else's. He was just happy they had tonight. He pulled an extra blanket out of the closet before settling back on the couch to rest. The lesser parts of him wanted to join her in his bed but that was not his way. He watched over her for a bit longer before sleep claimed him.

***

"Asha!!"

Asha's foot barely left the ramp of the Royal Talon before Shuri's small body rammed into hers. She grunted playfully before instinctively wrapping her little sister in a tight hug. "Bast I missed you."

"Don't leave me with T'Challa again," Shuri complained. "He is no fun."

Asha laughed loudly as they walked up to her brother, Nakia and her mother who waited at the entrance of the palace. 

"I promise. He is no fun," she agreed with her sister.

"Brother, Nakia," she greeted as the two pulled her into tight hugs. 

You would have thought she was gone for weeks. It had only been two days. But she supposed it was a different feeling for everyone. Usually, she was the one that was left behind, waiting for others to return, not the other way around.

"Welcome back, your absence, even for a short while, was certainly felt. I hope the trip was productive?"

"Duh, come on brother, do you really believe I would return empty handed?" she pretended to be insulted by his insinuation before turning to her mother.

 "Mama." 

She went in to hug her before her mother raised her hand to stop her.

"Where are your rings?? Foolish girl, you could have burned me or burned the house down. Why would you take them off?" Her mother chastised her.

Asha's heart sank a bit, she had been on a high since leaving Jabariland, opting to not put those rings back on. She wanted to see how she fared without them at home. She did not really think about her mother's reaction, she just focused on how supportive she knew T'Challa and Shuri would be. Already, reality was hitting the young princess, hitting her fast.

"I-I am sorry mama. I forgot. Alexis," she motioned for her Dora to bring her the small pouch that contained the rings. 

Quickly, she put them on all her fingers to be allowed to hug her own mother. The effects were swift and slightly painful after being without them for days. The panther fought it but soon she was back in her cage where she belonged.

"A lapse in judgment this family cannot afford. Your father and I raised you better than this Asha." 

The hug her mother bestowed was quick before she turned and walked back into the palace. Asha stared at her back, a hurt expression on her face that her siblings and friend quickly noticed.

You brought this on yourself. Why on Earth would you think you could come back here and it be any different?

Asha knew things wouldn't magically change over night but she had hoped she could do as M'Baku asked and bring some of the mountains home with her. Perhaps she had gotten too comfortable in the safety and progressiveness of the Jabari, and had forgotten how things worked here. She had changed but her world had not. 

"Let us go, Asha. We need to start getting ready for tonight's state dinner. Tell us all about your trip." Nakia smiled brightly at her before tugging her toward the door.

"Oh, it was nice. Jabariland is beautiful, the people are amazing. It was great," she answered without much detail. She didn't really want to talk about the trip now. And she knew she couldn't say a great deal in front of T'Challa.

Leaving today had been bittersweet to say the least. That morning she woke up in M'Baku's bed, which was a genuine shock. A good one though. What better way to wake up than wrapped in the scent of a man like that? She looked over and saw him sleeping on the couch, his bare chest exposed. She wanted him in so many ways, all of which were ways she could not realistically have him. But her wants were still the same. Saying goodbye to him was the hardest part. She tried to prolong their time together and convince him to come on the Royal Talon to the Capitol early since he had to be there that evening for the state dinner and the next day for the council meeting. But he refused, citing work that needed to be finished before he could escape for a party.

She now understood what that goodbye really meant though. Their time together was over, whatever their complicated and slightly inappropriate relationship was, it could not exist here as it did in the mountains. And now she wasn't sure if the woman he helped shape could last either. 

***

Asha never minded being unable to attend official events, they seemed like more of a hassle than fun. But here she was, standing in the receiving line next to her sister and brother, playing the true part of a princess - something she had never really done before.

Her painted smile never faltered as she saluted and greeted every guest before they reached her brother. There was only one guest she actually cared about seeing but she pretended to care about the rest. But that painted smile lit up when he came into view, a change in demeanor that was not lost on her siblings. Her posture grew, her internal light shined brighter with every step he took toward her.

"Lord M'Baku, long time no see," she greeted him with a salute and a laugh.

"Princess, it has been too long," he joked back. "I hope your journey home was pe-" his words faltered momentarily as his eyes fell on her hands in her salute. 

She watched as they rolled over each ring on her fingers, she could see it clear as day swimming in the sea of his brown orbs: his disappointment. She wanted to say something, but couldn't as the ushers herded him forward before he could finish his thought. She stared longingly at his back, willing the thoughts in her mind to jump into his brain as he walked away, willing him to understand. But the opportunity passed as quickly as it came.

She tried to speak with him throughout the night but every time, they would get interrupted or he would quickly dodge her. She understood he was likely disappointed but what else could she have done?

"Are you alright?"

Asha turned to find Nakia sitting next to her, looking at her with an expression of concern.

"Yes, of course. Why do you ask?"

"Because I have known you your whole life. This is not the face of a woman who is ok. You have been different since returning from your trip."

Asha laughed, "I have not even been back a day, Nakia."

"It doesn't matter. We saw it the moment you stepped off that plane. You are more confident and assured. It radiates off of you. I will bet I can guess who in the mountains helped bring that about?"

Asha scanned the crowd to avoid Nakia's knowing and sly looks. "Yes, well. He helped me tap into parts of myself that I didn't know existed. I-It was nice there. It was nice to be se-" Her voice fell as her eyes fell, not on the only man she actually cared about seeing, but on her intended. 

She watched as Hasani chatted with one of the guests, their attraction for each other was obvious to anyone who could see them. His hand on the small of her back, hers on his bicep, the way they leaned in far too closely to whisper in each other's ears, the laughter that seemed to reach above the crowd to Asha's ears just to taunt her. She saw it all. 

"Will you excuse me Nakia?"

"Yes, my princess."

Asha descended from the high table and walked toward him. She debated what to say or do, there was really nothing she could say or do without causing a scene. But she had to end this before too many people noticed.

"Hasani," she called politely as she approached. He quickly dropped his hand from her back and put a small amount of distance between the two.

"Yes, my princess?"

"May I speak to you please?"

She ignored the eye roll and grunt that was supposed to serve as a yes and led him into the now empty entrance hall.

"Can you not do that?" She asked once they were alone in a small hallway off from the main hall.

"Do what?"

Asha rubbed her forehead, she almost wished she had just ignored it. She could hear it in his words, he had been drinking, which meant this would likely be an unproductive conversation. 

"I do not care how many women you sleep with throughout this engagement or our marriage. But in public, I do ask that you, at least, appear to be loyal and dedicated to me. It is embarrassing as the King's sister and his top advisor to have my intended openly flirt-"

"I am embarrassing you?" he angrily called out loudly. Asha's head whipped around, ensuring that everyone was still inside enjoying the party and not paying them any attention.

"N-n-no, that is not w-what I meant. I ju-" She stammered as she tried to adjust, shocked at his outburst.

"Your entire existence is an embarrassment to your tribe and this country but you want to lecture me? Let us not forget who is in charge here. One word and I expose you to this entire country... Let's see how long you and your beloved Panthers are in charge when the people realize what you are. Would you prefer that?"

"N-no, no. Of course not Hasani. I am sorry, I didn't mean to-" Asha tried to calm herself down, as frustration and fear spread inside her. 

Her panther banged at its cages, always on guard when fear made its appearance.

"It is bad enough I am forced to marry you, forced to have children with you. But now you want to lecture me as if I am the issue in this engagement? Like I am the problem. The problem is you and your affliction. The problem is that the only thing that makes you worthy to marry me or any poor soul in this country is your title. What would you be without that crown? Nothing, just an abomination that no one could ever love or care about."

Some say liquor causes people to say and do things they do not mean. While others believe it gives them the courage to say what was always on their mind. Asha had no clue which was true for Hasani as he lashed at her, but she guessed it was the latter. Either way, the knowledge that he was not fully in control of his words did not lessen their sting. Each felt like a stab wound through the small amount of self-esteem and confidence she had built over the last few days. Before this party, she still had some of the residual of her trip to the mountains, still holding tight to the belief that she was as worthy and special as M'Baku had made her. And now, it was like none of that had happened at all.

She sniffled and blinked back the tears threatening to spill over. She did not want to give him the satisfaction of seeing her cry.

"You disgust me. Now, I am returning to this party and I do not ever wish to have this conversation with you again. Do you understand?"

Asha nodded softly, whispering, "Yes. I understand."

He spared her one last look filled with so much disgust that it forced Asha to turn away from him before he strode back into the party unbothered. Asha leaned against the wall for a moment, still trying to hold back her tears. She realized that there was no way she was getting her emotions back under control enough to return to the party so she took off down the hall, heading toward her office.

The moment her door closed, she let out a strangled sob, leaning on her desk to stay upright. She quickly realized why Hasani got to her as he did... because he reminded her of him.

Asha walked quietly through the palace to dinner.When she arrived, her family was already seated. She sat in her seat in between her brother and Shuri.

"Good evening Asha," her father nodded from the head of the table.

"Baba, mama," she responded greeting her parents.

"T'Challa and Shuri, do not forget you need to pack tonight for our trip to the U.N. for the summit. We leave in a few days."

Asha looked up from her food, face wrinkling up with confusion, "T'Challa and Shuri are going? I thought we were not allowed to go?"

"No. You are not allowed to go. T’Challa is to be king one day and Shuri will be going so your mother can look after her. You will stay here and the Dora and staff will look after you while we are gone."

Her head turned toward her older brother, his eyes were filled with sympathy. She was sure if she turned and looked at her five-year-old sister, her face would be similar. It was clear to her and T’Challa that their middle sibling was treated poorly compared to them who were doted on for their respective roles as heir and youngest.

Asha’s heart fell slightly, she was not sure why she continued to be disappointed, this had been her reality since that dreaded day five years ago. 

"You should be used to it by now," a small voice whispered to her.

She sighed, "Baba, I want to go, please? I promise not to use them, I can even stay in the hotel," she pleaded.

"Enough Asha. You do this every time we go somewhere. You cannot go, you understand why you cannot go. You have proven that you cannot control it, you could hurt someone again." Her head bowed as the memories flooded back and her guilt with it. "I cannot have you come and reveal your abomination to the country or world."

"You are too hard on the child. She tries her best," her mother said quietly down the table to her father.

"No! She does this all the time. I am tired of explaining myself to her. What happens when she reveals that she is cursed by Bast to everyone? We lose everything, they uproot this family and we lose control of the Golden Tribe and the mantle. Is that what she wants? How can I justify having one in the family after advocating for eradicating such a disease from our borders? Absolutely not."

She could not stop her body’s natural reaction to the verbal lashings her father threw at her. Tears welled up in her eyes as she stared down into her plate of food, her appetite diminishing by the second.

"And see? Look, it is useless. She does not try. She cannot control it. She is a disgrace."

She looked down and saw wisps of smoke rising from her hands which were twisting in her lap. She closed her hands into fists, feeling the power growing too large to bear around so many people she loved. Her chair screeched across the floor as she got up and ran from the table, dinner forgotten. She didn't bother to acknowledge T'Challa who called after her as she left.

Tears blurred her vision as she ran back to her room. It, like her existence, was isolated away from the other bedrooms of the Royal Family. She slammed her door shut and her small form immediately crumbled down to the ground sobbing. The harder she sobbed, the larger and wilder the flames grew, causing the sobs to grow even stronger.

She banged her hands on the ground, trying to force the fire to die out in her palms. It did no such thing, only leaving evidence of her attempts with burn marks in the shape of hand prints on her carpet. "Why won't you stop?!" she practically screamed at her own hands as she prayed and willed it all to end. Her eyes fell on the small statue of Bast in the corner of her room.

"Why would you do this to me? What did I do?" She angrily asked the black jaguar figure, looking it in its crystal eyes. 

She didn't understand. What could a 15 year old have done to deserve such a punishment? What could she have changed, done better as a baby, a toddler, a child for Bast to have shown her mercy? The day she realized she had powers at 10, she remembered it as clearly as if it was yesterday. That was the last day she felt the true love of her parents, the last day of her normal life. Her hand lifted and a ball of flames encompassed the small statue. It didn't burn, she knew it wouldn't, it was usually her outlet of pain when it all became too much and it still stood, unburnt.

Through her sobs, she lobbed balls of fire at the statue, the flames encompassing it for a split second before dying out. Soon, she calmed down, her body's energy stores depleted. The tears stopped flowing, her chest stopped heaving and her anger dissipated. All that remained was her own exhaustion. She climbed into bed, her father's harsh words oscillating in her youthful mind.

"Your father is right," a small voice told her. If her own family saw her as a monster, why would the country see her as anything different. She was not chosen, she did not deserve these powers. She wondered how many other children laid in bed hiding in shadows like she did, praying to a god that had forsaken them. She wondered if they prayed the same daily prayer that she did, the same mantra and pleads she uttered every single day for the last five years... a prayer to be normal.

"Asha."

Her body whipped around at the sound of the voice she longed for, that baritone that made her feel loved and deserving. She came face to face with the owner of that voice. Her hands quickly and shakily wiped the tears from her face.

"W-w-what are you doing up here? Not enjoying the entertainment of the lowlanders?" she joked weakly.

"These things are not really how I choose to spend my time. I only came out of respect for King T'Challa and..." his words died off as if he realized he shouldn't say the second reason out loud. "Doesn't seem like you are enjoying the party either."

"No," she chuckled lightly, "They are not really how I choose to spend my time either. I am ok, really," she added at the look of concern still etched into his face. 

Her words did nothing to diminish it though.

"The tears streaming down your face tell a different story. Forgive me for overstepping as I am about to but I heard him... heard what he said to you. You know those things are not true yes? You are deserving of all the greatness in this world."

She rounded her desk, hunching over with her hands balled in fists, head shaking as his words clashed with the thoughts in her head. "Do I know that? Because that is what my father used to tell me too... what every person downstairs would tell me if they knew what I truly was before they burned my family at the figurative stake. These powers... they are a curse."

"Wait what? All the things you said and did in the mountains, how can you still think that?" M'Baku was shocked, genuinely confused. This was not the woman who flew off in that plane mere hours ago, all that progress vanishing before his eyes. 

"It is certainly not a gift!" She lashed out at him, voice rising as she emotionally unloaded on one of the few people that supported her. "I was not chosen, M'Baku! My brother... my father... his father... they won in combat, they went to the ancestral plains, possibly spoke with Bast herself before the herb gave them the powers to protect us. They were chosen! It isn't right any other way. It doesn't WORK any other way!" Her fists banged on the desk to accentuate her point as she ranted. "The only thing I know is that Bast doesn't care... if she did, she would have taken these powers away years ago. A life like this, it isn't worth it."

"Do you know how many nights I prayed to be like you? Begged to be anything else, begged to not be ordinary, to be chosen to better the lives of my people. Only to be denied every single time." 

She could hear the begging and pleading in his voice, the desperation for her to understand why none of this made sense. 

"And you stand there, with all the power in the world at your fingertips. And you would have Bast take that away from you? You would throw it all away to satisfy hate?"

"Without question."

"Wow..." he paused, reigning in his emotions. That outburst was not planned, was not what he wanted but he just didn't understand. He would never understand. 

"I thought you were becoming proud of your powers, proud of who you were. You promised to come back and do something different."

"I t-thought it would be easy. I thought I could but it doesn't work like that. I was a fool to believe it would. We are not the Jabari M'Baku."

"I guess we were both wrong. I don't know why I bothered," he responded, avoiding her eyes. 

This disappointment in his voice made Asha's heart shatter into millions of pieces. She didn't want to hear it, not directed at her. Somehow, it hurt worse than the insults Hasani hurdled at her earlier, cut deeper than anything he or her father had ever said. The look in his eyes made her want to crumble.

M'Baku shook his head, feeling rather foolish. He really had thought they had made a breakthrough in the mountains, a real connection. He thought he was getting to witness a rare and great power blossom. He had been so excited to see her take that new-found confidence and assurance down the mountains and utilize it in her everyday life. He saw clearly that it was a mistake, that he wanted too much from her. His judgment clouded by his infatuation with her. There had been a small piece of him that hoped she would see that the grass was truly greener and choose a better life, choose him. But now he knew how wrong he was, how stupid yearning for things he couldn't realistically have made him.

He turned away from her to head back out the door when a small hand wrapped around his thick bicep and pulled him back. Her hands held him in front of her, forcing him to look down into her eyes.

"Those two days with you... t-t-they were the best of my life M'Baku. And I doubt I will see days like them again. B-b-but stolen moments in the mountains do not erase my life. A few days of standing in the sun does not outshine decades in the shadows. They just don't. I wish it were enough, I w-wish those beautiful moments on the training ground and on that cliff were enough to undo how I feel about mutants and my powers. You want me to be who I was in those mountains, and I understand that. I do. But she isn't real," her voice broke as she pleaded with him, begged him to understand why she had to give in, why she couldn’t be what he wanted. "S-she exists because of those stolen moments I will never see again. She can't exist outside of them. This is who I am... The only version I am allowed to be when those moments end and reality sets in again."

This was it... those consequences their past selves ignored and left for future versions of themselves. This was the crossroads they now stood at, yearning for moments they knew from the start could not last and a fantasy that could not be a reality.

His hand cupped her face, wiping away the tears that fell for him. 

"I don't believe that. I see glimpses of her in you... when you came to my home to uproot the usurper, those days in the mountains, tonight. She is in there, begging and fighting for release. Let her out Asha. There has to be more to your life than this," he gestured around the room. "A life marked with self loathing and secrets. You deserve more than this. She can exist here with work... just try, please."

His voice lowered, his hands wrapped themselves around her waist to pull her closer. 

As their faces inched closer together, the inevitable outcome falling on her, she let out a breathy plea, "M'Baku." 

Whether it was intended to beg him to stop or beg him to continue, he did not know and neither did she. But soon, their lips met and all that talk about who she could and could not be was out the window. He had successfully pulled her from one cliff and took her diving with him off another. She was falling, falling hard and fast into the sea of M'Baku and she never wanted the fall to end.

As their mouths explored each other, she felt him pour adoration, care and love into every second of that kiss. Every moment counted for the pair as they stayed caught up in the rapture of each other.

"Asha!"

The two broke away quickly to find a peanut gallery standing outside her office door staring at them. While Okoye, Shuri and Nakia all sported similar looks of shock and excitement, the same could not be said for her brother.

Fuck.

"It is late. I should retire for the evening. I will see you all at tomorrow's council meeting," M'Baku muttered hastily before disappearing from her office as fast as his legs would allow. 

He gave her a last longing look before disappearing from view completely.

Asha leaned against her desk, eyes trained on the floor as she tried to think of how to explain what just happened to her captive audience. There was no time to really process what just took place, another stolen moment to add to their growing list. All she did know was that all these stolen moments were marked with consequences, and she wasn't sure any version of herself was prepared to deal with them. 

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VACATION

pairing: Bucky Barnes X Rogers!Reader

summary: Steve Rogers finally decided to take time off, away from his nonstop phone calls and endless meetings that made him pull his hair out. Only this time, he brought his daughter to the lovely holiday. And oh, his best friend tagged too.

word count: 4.5k yeeee

warnings: starter angst, no complete smut, dirty talking

notes: i have so much on my plate lol, my study routine is at least 2 hours a day and although my sleep schedule is not falling out- i demand for more. I AM SOOO SORRY for not posting that much, writers block has seriously done me badly and it hurts.

The flight felt like forever, in the middle of the air with the aeroplane wheezing; passengers asleep, eyes shut tight even though the transportation bounced up and down- hitting faint turbulence that was somehow not noted towards the flyers. Y/N crossed her legs, her arms on the foam-filled armrest of her first-class chair; a luxury she was born with. The spacious pod felt free, not suffocating at all as she could breathe with no one beside her. Although she was free from forced conversations, this could only mean one thing she didn’t like: uncontrollable thoughts that can sometimes lead to unpredictable imaginations. Her fingers drummed a gentle beat like pressing softly onto the keys of a piano, she rested her head onto the glass to admire the dark night, stars painted with glittering highlights.

She caressed the double-framed window, the frigid air from the outside glossed her fingertips. Her fingers ran over the twinkling stars, a frown playing on her lips at the sudden remembrance of her mother’s writing. The story she wrote ever since she met her father. It will never find a conclusion. I wish to hold you, my love, I want to stay with you until you grow old and I shall cripple with age; but my dear, even though you aren’t here, outside with me- I love you. I wish to sing you a different lullaby every night. You will always be my little girl, now I understand why my mother used to stick by me. Dear my love, your father and I are ecstatic waiting for you, although he isn’t patient- every time you would kick me (which really hurts), he would rush in to feel it. Before we even knew of your gender, we had already planned the whole room for you. I don’t know what it was, but I went with a space theme; stars stuck to every inch of the walls and ceilings. Even your crib mobile had the moon and planets; I didn’t force it onto you did I? I’m sorry my love

And the dotted lines that drifted out of the boundary of the paper ended. Its black ink smudged the words that existed above it. That was it. No other words added onto her melancholy part of the story, if it shall be continued- it will never be the same. Whenever she was curious child, she would read the writing on and on; it was like a guide book to her. A tourist pamphlet from her cherished mother. And although she never got the chance to speak to her or be able to brag about the amazingness of her mother, the book was the connection she could faintly have. The bond between her words and Y/N’s heartbeat will always be in sync. The slight clench it gave her will never be the same if someone else was to proceed with the beautiful art her mother had created and crafted with her emotions. That was the ending.

Every time a stewardess or a steward would walk down the aisle, she would just wear a faint smile and a shake of her head when they would ask if she needed their assistance. They would reply with the same gesture before fading away. A sigh escaped her lips. With a bang of her head, it landed on the inflexible seat.

“Psst,” A voice called her, she snapped back; her head whipping up and down the aisle- everyone seemed to be asleep. The only light illuminating was from the galley and those massive screens which shone brightly onto the asleep figures. Clearly too bothered to switch it off. She was not surprised when her eyes landed on Bucky. He looked so freshly awake, not a tint of tire in him. He gestured his hand for her to come to him, she glimpsed at her father who sat on the opposite seat of her aisle, his mouth wide open as faint snores rang out. His nose scrunched. “Come here,” Bucky mouthed, pointing to his seat as an invitation.

Y/N bit her bottom lip in contemplation, she glanced at her father one more time before unbuckling her seatbelt. The click of the metal clashed with the muffled seat, she winced in her head at the volume. She stood up, holding her armrest as a stabilizer, making sure no one was walking down the aisle. Strutting to the designated place, Bucky poked out of his seat; his eyes trained on her as she puts on a show for him. A chuckle left her lips. She plotted onto his lap, legs hanging off the seat and swinging into the aisle. He huffed at the abrupt place of weight on him, a slight wince fell off his lips. She threw her head back, slapping his chest at the exaggerated reaction. 

His arms snaked around her waist, tugging her closer, her hands flat open to rest on his shoulders, “You look so hot in this.” His fingers slyly brushed against her skin, it was freezing like ice. She yelped. Although she created an audible noise, she was quick to realize her mistake. Covering her mouth with a slap of her hand, her eyes widened while Bucky laughed, amused at her expression.

“It’s just a simple shirt.” She reasoned once she had scanned the seats to check if there were any awake witnesses, his laughter died. 

Eyes scanning the clothing, Bucky hummed, yes- it really was. The white shirt had a simple image printed onto it; an eyebrow quirked up, not agreeing with her opinion, “Well, you definitely look fuckable in it.” 

Y/N rolled her eyes, unable to understand his insatiable horniness that can never be satisfied, “I guess I have to say thank you now.” He hummed, nodding curtly as his fingers played with the hem of the shirt, fiddling with the fabric between his fingers. 

Bucky pushed himself back to relax on his seat; his eyes shot up to gaze at her. He leaned in, his mouth hovering over her ears as it occasionally brushes with little contact. Slight frustration roared in her. Eyes fluttered to a shut, she enjoys the warmth that swirled her to thoughts she shouldn’t be having, “You’ll have to be quiet baby,”

The confusion that strikes her sipped away as his hand rested on her clothed sex, his frustratingly slow gestures pressed onto the now wet panties. Her mouth fell open as his fingers traced her inner thighs with languid movements, he nudged a leg to open her legs wide for him. Toes curling whenever his fingers would accidentally brush against her, she grabbed onto his arms as intermittent breathing echoed out of her lips. As soon as his fingers slipped into her pants, his fingers rested above her cunt. A tired groan was heard- too familiar. And with a splat, Y/N met the floor with agony pain rippling through her body, “I’m so sorry babe, I-“ Although he didn’t know the father continued his snooze, Bucky whispered-shouted an apology to the person he just threw off his lap and onto the dirty floor.

Y/N glimpsed at him with anger before scoffing, ignoring the hand he let out for her to grab ahold of. Dusting her knees, she straightened her outfit before stomping away- back to her seat with pursed lips as she held her head high. Bucky could only peek with squinted eyes, holding a sigh of relief when he saw his passed out best friend; the anxiety that crawled in him for what he will get in return later on as karma- did not feel good.

“Finally, I can feel my legs,” Steve grumbled, head thrown back as he groaned out the complaint. The shades he wore tilted back, he narrowed his eyes. The burning and beaming source of the rays burning the whole planet like a flaming furnace.

Y/N exited the car, a duffle bag on her shoulders as her eyes scanned the area she assumed she would be staying in for a few days. The platform above the clear crystal water, that seemed as if it were millions of glittery gems, creaked and cried as every pressure cracked its bones. Petit kids ran around with little care in their heads, a large hat on their heads as a thick layer of sunscreen seemed to be slapped onto their skin. The manager of the area scurried in a hurried manner; the floors yelled. A clipboard in his hands- a string with one end wrapped around a minuscule seashell created the loudest of the noise whenever it would bang into the metal. It would vibrate over the cackling of the seagulls and the gnashing of the ocean waves. The saltiness was obnoxious, at least it was better than staying on a ship that would rock in the water. The puking challenge would’ve last for a second, “Please follow me.”

So they did so, her eyes wouldn’t rest on one area- its relentless movements filled her with fascination at the gobsmacking view of the see-through water. Y/N’s lips fell into an ‘o’. She shrugged her shoulders, adjusting the position of the backpack to rest comfortably; but it just keeps digging and stabbing her shoulder with no mercy. She huffed. 

“Let me help you.” Her shoulders lifted up, feeling it light as a force tugged her bag away. She snapped her head to face the voice who offered her help, he already had his arm looped inside the sling. 

“You don’t have to.” She reasoned, tugging the bag in an attempt to carry it by herself. Halting, Bucky quirked his eyebrows up, the sunglasses he wore shading the icy blue eyes she could get lost in very easily. Giving up easily, she removed the weight off of her with slight reluctant, she pushed the strap to move to his. 

Houses connected its front entrance door to the platform, a small bridge that had been secured by fences that ran along the side for safety. Standing on top of each fence in front of every house was a sign. The wood was supposed to inform those as it displayed the house number. Y/N’s legs ached in agony, although they slept well in a flight like tired babies- it had caused them to throb with pain as soon as they stood up to walk. Even if it was a first-class seat with a supposedly large area for leg movements, the aeroplane still constricted area to go. And all she could remember was anytime a ding rung out, her father would wake up with his eyes shot open- his feet were quick to move, he ran up and down the aisle without uttering a word before plopping back onto his seat.

Finally, they stood in front of their holiday house. They took quick notice of the location, the furthest from the rest. Steve pushed his glasses down, to remove the layer of darkness that glossed over the stunning house that they will be calling home for a few weeks. Bucky hummed as had wore a faint smile, approving at the great choice by his best friend. 

Figures of those who were guiding her disappeared. Pulling away from the cursive view, a frown played on her lips, not comfortable by being alone in an area she didn’t know anything about. Before she entered the house, her hand rested on the doorknob, eyes scanning the sign that laid above the door- 39. Her head tilted to the side, a hum muffling in her mouth. But the idea of exploring the house attracted her more. So she did so. 

Y/N let out a loud huff as she stretched her arms, her back was stabbing her like thousand of needles. The interest in adventuring her room called her even if she just wanted to spring open like a starfish onto the bed. In the corner of the room was a simple desk with a wide mirror- all of its drawers empty. The walls held few framed photos of art she wouldn’t be able to understand- swirls of lines and colourful parallel shapes. Pacing towards her toilet, she pushed the door open. With a creak, the door welcomed her to the next room. A sigh of relief fell off her lips at the realization of the layout, she didn’t even know she was holding it in. She desperately craved for a bath.

That’s how she ended up in the tub, head rested on the sides as she enjoys the eerie swirls of the water. Even with the slightest of movements, echoing of the liquid could be heard throughout the room. It was so silent, quiet and tranquil. Every so often the growing sadness prodded her thoughts, but all she could do was hum a random lyrics with words presented on her head in an attempt to overtake the thoughts. It didn’t work.

“What a sight,” Eyes shot open with trembling shock, her head whipped to the voice that rung from the door. The thumping of her heart calmed as she gently pats it. Although peacefulness eluded from the room, she somehow did not hear the door opening. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. But before she had the chance to utter out the question full of doubts; Bucky beat her to it. “You left the door open, doll.” She wasn’t so surprised, he’d done this so many times- taking any chance he would get.

Pushing the crying door, he swung it- opening and closing it, playing with it (clearly not a toy) like a little child before halting to a stop as the words he always imagined her to say fall off her lips like strings of melody, “Care to join?” And oh boy, he did not miss a second as soon as the beat started; his fingers agile and rapid, unbuttoning his shirt and tugging down his pants. Turning his body to face the tub, his ready posture caused her to quirk her eyebrows at the open ajar door. His lips fell into a rounded ‘o’ at the realization.

With a click, he waddled back before curling his fingers at the side of his boxers; fiddling with it as his eyes rested on her face, watching her as he teased her. And boy did it work. Her eyes didn’t move anywhere else, a shameless act she wasn’t even ashamed of. Y/N’s mouth dried. The semi-hard shaft now hardening, it flicks as it was freed from the suffocation.

“Come on babe, make space for me,” He teased, a proud smirk playing on his lips as he watched her squeeze herself to the front of the bathtub- knees bent to rest on her chest. His eyes ran around her exposed skin before jumping in to join her routine. Hands resting on her hips, he pushed her up so she was hovering over the bed of the bath. Although there was a lot of space for one, to squeeze in two-person was a tight compromisation. A sigh left his lips at the warm water engulfing his body, the feeling of himself sink into her; the tender tight hug of her around him cause him to rest his head back. It hangs over the edge as the bathtub laid a few metres away from the walls. Y/N’s fingers curled around the tub, eyes shut tight as she felt his shaft throb; it poked her cervix. Thoughts ran around his head aimlessly, uncontrollable ideas zapping out of nowhere.

Soft caress rubbed against her shivering back. His calloused fingers prodded her sensitive skin. Although the water was warm, the temperature seemed to be out of balance. Cold air, warm water and the heat pressuring in her created a turmoil. The thought of having him run his fingers around with no pathway only made Y/N excited. Her eyes shut tight at the enjoyment. A low groan echoed from Bucky’s lips. His hands tightened its grip on her skin as she wiggled around, the soft splashing of water that created a loud noise, “Oh- fuck...”

His toes curled. The position she was taking him felt surreal, he was prodding places that felt like heaven. Eyes rested on her back with his fingers wrapped around the back of her neck; stabilizing her as she bounces up and down. Chorus of moans and grunts filled the room with water overflowing out of the container. The two bodies froze. A knock from the door stopped them. 

“Y/N? You okay in there?” Bucky’s hand halted, hovering above her cunt as the voice of his best friend echoed through the crevices of the door. If it wasn’t for Y/N’s reminded to lock the door, god knows what would happen to both of them. She would never want to see that day. 

She realized the lingering moment of silence that her father might’ve found suspicious. Her thoughts jumped from one idea to another, maybe he might be nosy and try to find out? Albeit a mess, her head still managed to squeeze out words, “O-oh! Yes! I’m fine, everything’s okay Dad! I’m peachy!” The assurance fell off her lips quicker than she wanted it to be, her eyes shut tight at the stupid mistake that seemed frantic and panicked.

“Sure? I heard a groan.” The muffled voice of her father seemed to be blurring away as a tender touch pressed onto her clit. Her eyes widened, head snapping down to face the hand that could not be controlled. Even at times like these, the insatiable man could not wait even for a second. Bucky smirked as she whipped her head back to face him, his fingers only brushing over her needy lips languidly and teasingly.

“Yes, I’m sure! It’s nothing really.” The grip she had on the walls of the tub tightened; she tried her best to not grind on his finger, she needed her father to go away first. The teasing fingers of Bucky caressed around the area she desperately needed him at. Although he wished he could carry on to play with her, edging her- he would love to see her try to muffle her moans. He wore a smirk, he tugged his cock out- the erected shaft stood out, poking out of the water as it slanted onto her cunt. He plunged a finger into her. Thanks to the water as lubrication, he had no problem to sink his digits into her with smooth flow. A ragged moan left her lips, her eyes shut tight at the tightness around the digit.

”Are you sure, honey?” Bucky rolled his eyes, tired of hearing his best friend cockblocking him. The frustration exerted force... somewhere else. Irritated, he pumped his fingers in a relentless pace; unbothered by the splashing of water that weighed him down. Her back arched, if only her father wasn’t in front of the door- she could have been undone by now. Knowing how she would react, he wrapped his other hand around her chest, he pulled her back so she would lay flat on his. A breathy sigh left his lips, he could only take a glimpse at his work. In figures of eight, he motioned onto her clit, he grunted as her nails dug into his arm.

“Yes, dad! I am very sure!” Her tone being too angry and furious was laced with frustration. The need of him to stay far away as possible dug into her head.

“Oh, alright, if you need me,” His words seemed to be stretched out, the strings of mumbling sentences bashed against the shield that covered her ears. Her toes curled as Bucky’s fingers rubbed the spot. It’s as if he knew her body as if he studied the areas that make her writhe with the slight touch of his hand. “I’ll be outside.” The soft pacing off footsteps outside the door was relieving.

“Is that all you got?” He raised his eyebrows at the competitive question. Oh, he was about to prove her wrong.

She pulled the doors of the fridge with slight force, the strong attraction between the door and its body seemed stronger than the bonds that brought her life together. She paced back at the abrupt consequence. Shadows of darkness lined the floors and every crevice. The only light illuminating rayed brightly from the opened fridge and the small lamp that sat in the corner of the counter. It watched her as she scanned the levels with hope twinkling in her eyes. But all of it diminished. She pulled away when she couldn’t find the glass of cold water. Nudging the door, she sighs as it emitted a loud splat as soon as it meets the door.

“Looking for somethin’?” Her body jumped at the voice who poked her ears with surprise, her heart thumped harshly. Eyes widened, she rested her hand on her dancing heart, in an attempt to calm it. The brown hair swiped to one side, his arms crossed and his head quirked to the left.

“Jesus Buck! You scared the hell out of me!” He chuckled at her whisper-shout.

“Sorry doll, come here.” With open arms, she narrowed her eyes in suspicion at the almost friendly gesture. Reluctantly, she paced towards him and wrapped her arms around his waist; she laid her head on his soothingly beating heart that was muffled by his skin. She inhaled the enticing scent of him, the cologne he uses still somehow laced into him. The soft fabric of his pyjamas rubbed her cheeks with gentle caresses.

And all the enjoyment died within less than a minute. Although she wished the moment to be pure and innocent, Bucky Barnes does not come with those two assets with clean intention. The throb that slapped her thighs caused her to let out a heavy sigh. Pulling away, she craned her head to glance at the guilty man. It was slightly amusing, to see him with closed eyes and pursed lips in an attempt to hide his expression away.

“You horny man.” Y/N chuckled, slapping his chest lightly. He bit his bottom lips, trying his hardest to prod his thoughts with clean ones; none of imagining her on her knees. It didn’t work. He let out a sigh at the failure.

“I’m sorry okay? It’s hard to not imagine you on your knees.” She rolled her eyes at his horrible excuse.

“This whole holiday will be just us fucking around? What is it? A sex holiday?” Her eyebrows furrowed at the idea. Bucky raised his eyebrows, focused onto the new topic. Somehow, he was interested. “Oh, you.”

Her hand halted in mid-air, hovering above his chest that was ready to beat it. The fingers that wrapped around her wrist stopped her movements. With a smirk, he mumbled, “Who said it isn’t?”

She didn’t understand how she got herself in that position. With her lips moulding into his, loud smacking of lips echoed throughout the open kitchen. There was an attempt to lower the volume. A hand in his pants, rubbing his erected shaft that poked his sleeping boxers; she muffled his groans. Pumping his cock, she noted that one hand wasn’t enough to wrap around his whole dick. The room now filled with pitchy moans as Bucky’s hand slithered into her shirt, fiddling with her erected nipples that were not protected by a bra. He didn’t mind, her with a bra or no bra on; he liked both. The other hand that wrapped around his neck tightened, her chest rubbing into his. Running his hand down, he rested it in her pants, grabbing a handful of her ass cheeks.

Although she was concentrated on satisfying his needs, she couldn’t help but pull away in occasional times. The vein that popped out of his cock laced her fingers. While she was pumping him, he laid back and watched her with lustful eyes. Whenever his fingers would accidentally brush over her slicked cunt, which dripped like a waterfall- she would pull away with her mouth open, breathless moans rining out of her luscious lips. His eyes laid on the cleavage that was displayed to him, her breast resting on his chest. A groan left his lips, he couldn’t help it, it was too much. He couldn’t ignore it even if he wanted to, but why would he? The professional hand around his cock pumped him with passion and all he could do was watch her moan, tits just exposed for him?

Tugging her shirt up, the hem now rested above her breasts. Drool practically ran down his lips as he stared at it with need. As soon as the breezy air that ran out from the open window, the salty scent flowing in drummed on her chest- she let out a breathy moan once again. It rubbed on his chest. Flattening on him. She brushed the slit of his cock, the groans that rung out of his lips were music to her.

All actions were halted as soft dragging of legs on the wooden floorboard muffled into their ears. They pulled away, frozen with eyes widened. Y/N straightened her clothes, pulling down her shirt to cover her bare chest. Bucky cleared his throat in silence as he crossed his arms to look sophisticated. There was no one else in the house with them other than her father. The close proximity that was between them now increased with great number. A faint buzzing of light hummed, the dim light from the hallway shining a small area of the corridor.

“Oh, Bucky, Y/N. You both awake too?” Steve narrowed his eyes from the bright light, groaning at the sudden stabbing of the rays. The shadowed figure of her father stood at the open arch. Yellow rays beamed from his back.

“Same reason as you, Dad.” Bucky hummed, not knowing what to say so he followed his only resort that came to mind (clearly screaming in his head when he tried to play calm outside)- agreeing with her.

“Really? You had a horrible dream of a dragon trying to swallow you whole and you stumbled upon a great wizard who had a long beard?” She stood there confused, lips parted as she tried to think of an answer. Sadly, all she could say was ‘uhuh’. Bucky palmed his face, trying his hardest not to cringe at her chosen answer. “Oh, what a small world? I guess,”

They both leaned on the counter as their eyes rested on his figure, Steve opened the fridge with force once again. Bending down, he scanned for his desired item. He pouted when it wasn’t there. The splat of the attraction between the fridge and its door echoed through the kitchen. “I’ll get going, you two should go back to bed- we have places to be later on,” They nodded, agreeing with slight vigorous movements- a bit too positive with his statement. “Also, I think you just peed your pants Buck.” Steve chuckled, walking out of the kitchen with no thoughts. The remaining two glanced down at his pants. The large splotch of translucent liquid creamed his pants, preferably his groin area. He groaned at the incident. It was the only comfiest pants he brought with him.

tags: @callmebucky-doll @just-a-littlebit-of-everything @usernamesarebitches @iheartsebastianstan

[galahadwilder]

Broken and Whole

Marinette says goodbye to Alya and starts heading home for lunch. She turns, takes a few steps down the hallway, and suddenly Adrien is standing in front of her.

She tries to stop, trips into him, but she’s already expecting him to catch her on the way down so she’s not surprised to feel the softness of his hands on her arms. He pulls her upright, giving her heart time to pull out of its bottom dive toward her stomach.

She flails a little bit at the contact. “Oh gosh, I’m—I’m sorry, Adrien, I’m just, I, I didn’t mean to...” She can’t make the words come out right, like usual, but she trails off when she realizes he’s not reacting. He seems worried. Terrified, even.

“Can I talk to you?” he says, in a voice that’s trying to be calming but she can hear the undercurrent of panic in it. “In private?”

“Um,” she says, blinking up at him. “Sure?”

He sets his jaw, nods, and yanks her into the janitor’s closet, shutting the door behind them. As soon as the door is closed, his face collapses—there’s something terribly, terribly wrong.

“Adrien, what’s going on?” she says. “You’re—you’re scaring me.”

“The—” His voice breaks. “The condom broke.”

It takes Marinette a full second for her to understand what he’s just said, for the implications to hit her, and then her ribcage collapses around her heart. Adrien’s been having sex with someone—surprising, and it feels like a red-hot metal claw to the gut, the reminder that he’s not hers and the realization that someone else already has a claim on him—and then this, and he’s absolutely devastated, and she’s not sure why he’s telling her this but she knows she needs to put aside her own hurt because he needs help.

She grabs his forearm, yanks him in, wraps him into a hug before she has time to freak out about skin contact. “Hey,” she whispers. “It’s—it’s gonna—it’s gonna be okay.”

He whimpers into her shoulder.

“Does... she know?”

Adrien’s arms are suddenly crushing her. “Mari,” he croaks. “I’m not ready to be a father...”

“Shh, shh shh,” she says, patting his head. “I know it’s scary now, but you don’t know anything happened, right? Is she taking birth control?”

Adrien sniffles, swallows. “I—Mari?” His voice is lost, plaintive. “I... birth control... your anxiety meds. They... they counteract it.”

She blinks, not understanding. Makes a mental note to herself to look up medication interactions later because she did not know that, and that would suck to find out the hard way. “Does she... take the same ones I do?”

“Marinette,” Adrien mewls, gripping her shoulders. “I—we, I’m not—”

“Adrien,” she whispers as she feels his fingers clamp down on her collarbones. “You’re hurting me.”

He releases her, stumbles back with a sniffle. “I’m sorry,” he says. “I’m sorry.” There’s not much space in here, so he presses himself against the wall, trying to give her as much space as he can.

“Why are you telling me?” she says. “You should... tell her.” And oh, it hurts to say that, to say that there’s someone else, some mysterious her that—

“I am telling her,” Adrien says. “Marinette, I was with you last night and I am telling you the condom broke.”

“What?” she says. “No, no way, the only person who was with me last night was—” Oh. Oh shit. “Kitty?”

Adrien looks at her with a pained smile, looking for all the world like he wants to bash his head against the wall. “This isn’t how I wanted you to find out,” he says. There are tears gathering in his eyes. “Marinette, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

She puts a finger to his lips, squeezes her eyes shut. “Okay,” she says. “Okay, I am—I am not ready to deal with this right now, I need to... I need...” She takes a step back, her foot landing not on the floor but on the top of a “wet floor” sign, which slides out beneath her foot and suddenly she’s falling, shrieking, banging against the side wall of the janitor’s closet.

“Marinette!” Adrien yelps, grabbing for her, but in the limited space he only falls on top of her, and now they’re trapped together against the wall. She notices, now, how the scent of his skin is the same as last night, how familiar the furnace-warmth of his body on hers is, how she’s mapped every one of muscles against her skin.

“Adrien,” she breathes, looking up into his frantic eyes. “Mon petit Minou.” And she knows there’s only one person who calls him that, she knows he heard her when his chest jerks like he’s been shot and his eyelid twitches.

He’s staring at her like she’s the night sky, like he can see the constellations in her eyes, and oh, what she would have given not ten minutes ago to see him looking at her like that and now he is and the only... the only thing...

“My Lady?” He says it like a prayer, like she’s the only thing in the world that matters and in a way, for the moment, she is, because right now their world is just this one closet and there’s nothing outside it that makes any difference to the things inside it.

She wraps her arms around his head, twining her fingers into his hair. “Yeah, Chaton,” she murmurs. “It’s me.”

It hits her then that she’s not ready to be a mother, either, that she’s still in school and she has a responsibility to Paris, a responsibility she can’t fulfill if she’s pregnant, if she’s caring for a child, and there’s a moment where her heart starts speeding up and then—

“Adrien,” she laughs. “My period started this morning.”

He stares at her, uncomprehending. “Is that... does that mean...?”

“The lowest possible chance in my cycle,” she says with a smile. “You were unlucky, I was lucky.” She reaches up, taps her earrings.

Adrien deflates, all the tension pouring out of him as he collapses onto her with a sob.

She pats his back. “We should still see Master Fu,” she says. “It’s not a hundred percent. But I know he’ll have something, just in case.”

“I am going to buy Tikki so many cookies,” Adrien says, and there’s new tears in his eyes but he’s smiling. Then his face falls. “I, uh,” he says, turning away, clutching at his elbow. “I understand if you... if you don’t want to see me for a bit.”

She smiles, reaches out, takes his hand. “How about Ladybug comes by your place tonight?” she says. “I’ll bring stronger condoms.”

His head snaps around to look at her, and she can’t help laughing at how silly he looks, but he’s happy, and so is she. She steps into his arms, goes onto her tiptoes. “I love you, Chat Noir,” she whispers, just before their lips meet.

He can’t seem to help grinning toothily all the way through the kiss, which kind of ruins it, but only a little.

[ryderxmms]

folks ... it is i, chelly, once again to introduce you to another one of my children !! ryder is a goof. a musical goof. who’s definitely been Through It, but he’s a lovable guy and i hope you’ll feel the same way after reading all about him !! if you’d like to plot please like this so i can hit you up and shower you in love !!

tw: alcoholism, abuse, angst

                * : ･ﾟ･✧･ RYDER STELLAN SIMMS ･✧･ﾟ･ : *

— && guests may mistake me as ( chase stokes ), but really i am ( ryder simms + cis male + he/him ) and my DOB is ( 3/3/1995 ). i am applying for the ( bartender ) position as part of the EHP and would like to live in suite ( 207 ). i should be hired because i am ( relaxed & creative ), but i can also be ( despondent & temperamental ) at times. personally, i like to ( write music, play the drums & guitar, go skateboarding ) when off the clock, but that won’t interfere with work.

this is another ... long read .... and for that i am so sorry listen the muse just be pouring out sometimes but like

TL:DR - ryder’s childhood was confusing and rough for the boy; his parents weren’t good together, in fact they probably brought out the worst in each other. his mother was a depressed woman for much of his childhood and his father was an alcoholic that could be abusive one night and a party the next. music was his solace through out all of it and ryder latched onto his drum kit and guitar for support. it’s just been he and his mom since they moved from seattle to chicago years ago and his sole focus has been on music and doing whatever he can to make it work. he’s got a band called one night stand and he’s really passionate about it & hope to get a record deal one of these days. really he’s just a theater kid, a goof, this loveable guy who will fight for his friends as the loyal guy he is, but otherwise isn’t rough or tough. he’s incredibly passionate and appreciative, like will literally give you the shirt off his back if you need it. he’s been through a lot over the years and he’s felt lost and empty at plenty of points in his life, but there’s a lightness to this boy/

connections: you can find ryder’s connection page right over here and would be open to any of them !! but i’d especially love to see a bandmate, flirtationship, gym buddy, or ride or die for this boyyo

*:･ﾟ･✧･ where it all began: in life, ryder’s always been pretty honest about how fucked up his life is, or at least has been, he grew up in a broken home, truth be told. his parents were far from perfect - just two blue-collared adults struggling to make ends meet. sure, they were married, but that decision got made after his mother found out she was pregnant and there was nothing overtly romantic about any of it. they signed the courthouse paperwork and got a couple of inexpensive bands from the pawnshop and called it a day. from there on, there didn’t have a whole lot of love in their marriage, let alone household, and truly a lot of undeserving resentment had fallen onto ryder’s shoulders once he had been born. it was painfully obvious that neither of his parents were too eager to have a child, especially not with each other and while still only in their twenties, but nothing about that was ryder’s fault; obviously. while his parents tried to show him that they loved him, that they cared unconditionally, there were so many conditions that came with being a member of the simms household.

*:･ﾟ･✧･ about to set fire: ryder’s mother was miserable, clinically depressed and attempting to self-treat herself for the majority of her life, but at the least she was still far more present and caring towards ryder than his father was. he was miserable too, but his father’s version of self-medicating came in the form of alcohol after a long day’s work at the factory. he would slump down in the recliner in their living room and flip on the television, barely making it through an evening without getting drunk. for the longest time, the concept of drinking and getting drunk confused the shit out of ryder. his father was an alcoholic, there was no denying that, but his drunken stupors weren’t always the same. there were occasions where his father was what he later found to be considered a happy drunk - playing on the floor with ryder and laughing so loudly it rumbled against the walls and dancing with his mother to the radio in their kitchen. but then there were nights where his father was a mean drunk - shoving ryder to the floor, yelling so loudly that it shook the pictures on the wall, slapping his mother in their kitchen. whatever version of his father he or his mother was going to get was a mystery, and when things were good they seemed great, but when things were bad they seemed dangerous. ryder never questioned his mom when she’d take him out for a long ride and make him stay at grandma’s for a week. never questioned when she would shoo him upstairs to his room so that he didn’t have to deal with whatever was going on. never questioned why she stayed, either. why they were subjected to any of this. that was ryder’s world, it was his life, and it wasn’t until he grew up a little that he began to realize just how wrong everything was about his household.

*:･ﾟ･✧･ change of pace: it was a shocking mid-fall afternoon, rain pattering down against the windows and into the bucket that was collecting the rainwater from the leak in their roof, that everything seemed to change. ryder’s father came home in one of those happy drunken moments and announced to he and his mother that he was in love with another woman and was going to move in with her, was going to petition for a divorce and that it was going to be the best thing that had ever happened to him … ryder was thirteen at the time and he understand what it meant to be in love, what a divorce meant, what his father was: a cheating, alcoholic, sick man. to be quite honest, ryder wasn’t even that upset about the news - he quite figured that it might be the best thing for he and his mother. there was nothing picture perfect about their family, but maybe, just maybe, they’d at least all be better away from each other. but of course, as with the happy drunken nights came the angry drunken nights, and while ryder’s father stayed firm on wanting to get out of the house and leave his mother, there were a whole lot more fights and a lot more shoving and punching and kicking and bruises. then there were afternoons where they’d meet with an official to sign paperwork, shaking each other’s hands at the end of it all … the relationship confused ryder, it made him question what was to be considered ‘normal’ in his own life. what he wanted for himself in the future. he needed something to cope with the insanity of it all, and that was where music really came into play for the seattle boy.

*:･ﾟ･✧･ crash bang boom: ryder had always found himself to be obsessed with music - specifically the seattle born grunge era and all things rock and roll. he found that the loud sort of aggressive music was the best at drowning out whatever argument was going on down stairs. he dove into the era of 1980’s white snake or 1990’s nirvanna, everything that came before and in between and after, becoming quite the officianto. his favorite thing in the world was getting to pound on the drum kit in the band department at school before his mother came to pick him up from school. he was usually unable to take the bus back home considering he was in detention, often, and had to be picked up later in the afternoon, but ryder had an incentive to be kept late. it was an instrument that allowed him to expression his raging frustration in a constructive way, and the music teacher at his school wasn’t one to limit ryder’s , uh, creativity. he started checking out books from the library to teach himself how to play, stealing drum sticks from school and bringing them back home so he could bang on some pans just to get an idea of rhythms. every single semester he took music as an elective just so he was able to spend more time banging on drums. he started to learn some of the greatest drummer’s solos - john bonham’s good times bad times, keith moon’s who’s next, neil pearl’s the threes - anything that inspired him and was performed by the best. it certainly wasn’t easy, and he had begged his mother every year to help him pay for a drumset, but that wasn’t really a possibility for the family. his mother was essentially on her own after the divorce; despite the court-ordered child support being in place, she very rarely got sent a single check. so ryder had to work with what he had and what he had access to, but that passion for music never went away.

*:･ﾟ･✧･ sweet sixteen: when ryder had turned sixteen, he and his mother had moved down to chicago as she had gotten a job transfer there. she was being promoted to manage the new hair salon mastercuts was opening in the city and the opportunity was too good to pass up. being the angsty little shit that he was, ryder only agreed to move without kicking and screaming if she agreed to help get him into either music lessons with a drumming teacher, or get him his own kit. and considering his mother didn’t want to have to listen to the banging of drums in her own shoebox of a modest home they were able to afford in san diego, she agreed to sign him up for lessons. every summer since he was twelve, ryder had been mowing lawns and had saved up a pretty good chunk of change that helped sweeten the pot so his mother would help get him the rest of the money he’d need. and they just figured out how to make it work, and finally ryder was able to be mentored and taught by someone who actually knew what the fuck he was doing. he started to hang around all of the band and theater kids that he was going to school with since he finally felt that his talent was being fostered and he belonged now. he was a real musician. that interest carried onto social media, as it did for mostly everyone his age, and he started scrolling through his instagram feed and every cover of his favorite artists on youtube. it led ryder to following a lot of kids his own age who were just as obsessed with music as he was, even befriending a few here and there. as soon as he was able to afford his own drum kit, after working endless hours dishwashing and bar-backing at any place in california that would hire his scruffy ass, ryder started petitioning to some local bands and groups to take him on. he was ambitious in only one thing in his life - playing music.

*:･ﾟ･✧･ one night stand: while ryder was pretty lax and even awkward in any other setting, playing in a stuffy bar even in front of three people was his comfort zone. he was lucky enough to be invited to play with a few bands over the years, always lying to say that he was older than he really was just to be let into whatever bar or club the band had booked. even when he was seventeen, he was lying to his bandmates saying that he was twenty one just so that they’d actually consider him. he drove around the most beat up 1999 pick-up truck that carried his kit and his ass to and from school, gigs, work, and for a long time ryder felt like he was living the dream. a kid like him, who grew up in the household that he did, didn’t deserve to be playing at house parties for rich fucks in chicago or dive bars in illinois. he rode with three bands before he found his ‘forever home’, and each one felt just as much like a family as the last, but sometimes even the good shit can’t last forever. bands would break up over the dumbest shit, like whos song was getting performed or wasn’t at a gig, over bigger shit, like someone having to move away or taking on a better opportunity with someone else. and for ryder, he just hated the inconsistency after awhile.

he knew that college was never going to be an option for him, and if he was going to do anything with his life, it was going to be music. it is all he has ever wanted to do with his life, but it hasn’t been easy and no one makes it overnight, even with the internet fame that one night stand was starting to get. instead of getting discouraged, as soon as ryder discovered an advertisement for the employee housing program at the malnati, and he knew what he was going to be off doing. if there was even a chance that he could serve a drink to some music producer, a tech, maybe even a recording artist … a talent manager or agency director … he needed to take the chance. he believe in his talent so very much and he knew that just going from bars to parties wasn’t going to be enough to get signed and actually on a real label that could get his music out to the rest of the world. besides, getting out of mom’s house and a place on his own sounded right, even if he was going to be living in a hotel. it wouldn’t have been the first time he did, and it wasn’t going to be the worst living situation of his life.

*:･ﾟ･✧･ when we started: ryder is insanely passionate about music, his music, and most importantly their band. while he’s a chill dude and understands that playing is as much a hobby for everyone in the group, it’s also something that he hopes to make a full-time career out of some day. ever since ryder was a little kid holling up in his room, trying to ignore the stinging bruises around his jaw, he dreamed of playing sold-out area tours in front of thousands of people and being able to stand there and the crowd in front of him sing back the songs that he had written, performed. he really believes in his band and their potential, encouraging them to write EPs and play whatever shows they could get hired for and to make the album that they’d been talking about for awhile. ryder gets very excitable about music, and it’s what he’s most confident in. while he may be a seemingly awkward or goofy kid otherwise, he’s an intense and confident drummer and that’s where his place of tranquility is despite all of the noise and chaos of playing. he’s constantly studying up on techniques and new drumlines and if there’s ever a time he gets to catch another band’s show, he liked to go see what everyone else is up to just out of curiosity. he’s a huge concert-goer and has been to as many warped tours as possible since he was a young teen. he’s crazy passionate, but he definitely understands that he may not be on the same wavelength as some of his bandmates, and that’s okay. their time will come when it comes, and since having moved out to chicago to be around everyone, he’s come to be really happy with that. they aren’t chasing radio hits and trying to figure out what the market wants - they’re making music that they like, that speaks to them, and they’re all having a really great time together just doing it. his mother is still close enough that he can go see her or give her a shout whenever he can, and he couldn’t care less about what happened to his father. ‘good riddance’ is all ryder would have to say about the man.

*:･ﾟ･✧･ don’t need nothing but a good time: by day, ryder bartends at the malnati making as many tips as possible, and by night, he’s out playing gigs with his band and most affectionately people who have become his best friends. he’s not afraid to throw a punch for any one of them, would also begrudgingly take one for them, too. he’s got a keen eye for which shots they should post to their instagram to gain the most traction, which definitely helps them out. he’s recently quit the nasty smoking habit that he formed looong ago, and now he fills that urge for a headrush with salty chips; it’s been a pretty effective cold turkey quit method, and ryder’s been proud of himself because of it. he’s enjoying himself as he is now, just another angsty kid trying to make it in the music industry, but it’s been something that he’s been able to transition into with the help of the people around him. he likes to have a good time, might take a little while to warm up to someone but once he does, it’s nothing but good vibes from there on out. he’s one of those selfless dudes who’d give you the shirt off his back and wouldn’t even expect a thank you. he’s a really appreciative person and passionate in almost everything that he does. he’s got so much soul inside his bones, and it shows in his music and how he interacts with those he cares for. there’s been a lot of times in ryder’s life where he’s felt shallow, empty, lost. but he’s rather found himself over the years as he’s grown into adulthood and has been able to provide for himself, and while he’s still chasing his dreams, he’s also riding the wave he’s on now and it’s been pretty great. there’s a lightness about him that might not be expected, but at his core that’s who he is.

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Flame of the Heart - Chapter 1

“ZUKO!” Azula screeched from beyond the doorway.

Zuko looked up from the book he was reading as his sister tore into the room, a gleaming evil grin plastered on her face.

“You’ll never guess!” Azula chuckled, “Father just captured another village and he brought back all the villagers!” “What for?” Zuko asked, rising to his feet, suddenly intrigued.

“For slaves duh!” Azula replied, rolling her eyes, “How thick are you?” Zuko frowned, “What bending nation are they from?” Zuko inquired.

Azula shrugged, “I don’t think they are a nation, just a random village.” Zuko’s frown deepened and before he knew it, he was following Azula out the room and to the terrace, overlooking the courtyard.

Looking down, Zuko saw that about thirty people or so had been brought in and were shuffled over in a corner, several fire bending guards keeping them caged like animals with their spears. Zuko noticed that none of them wore blue like water bending tribe, golden like air bending or green like earth bending… but grey and white? That was a new one. Almost every one of the people Zuko saw had jet black hair and fairly dark toned skin. The palest of the adults was as tan as Zuko and the darkest was about four shades darker.

“They look so weird,” Azula cackled. “Look at their clothes! And their skin!”

Zuko had to admit in his mind that their skin tone was unusual, but he found their clothes unique and rather pretty. The men all wore grey pants tucked into knee high black boots, white long sleeve shirts underneath dark grey jackets with tassels on the chest, shoulders and sleeves. They each wore a white band around their forehead, and each had different stones stitched to the band, all different shades of blue, green, red and orange. The women wore snug grey leggings and black leather boots that seemed a little more feminine than the men. Their dresses had short sleeves but underneath their knee length grey dresses them wore long sleeve white shirts. The skirts of the dresses were V shaped in the front in back (like Indians) and the hems had white tassels.

Zuko and Azula found their way down to the courtyard where their parents and Uncle Iroh had come to inspect the people. Iroh and Zuko’s mother were standing off to the side, giving the villagers sad looks and Zuko felt the same as his uncle and mother.

The Fire Lord approached the villagers and the three guards guarding them stepped out of the way. Almost immediately, a toddler child ran forward, giggling and trying to get at a chicken that had wandered by.

The child ran right into the path of the Fire Lord and Zuko felt a deep fear grip his gut. His father was going to get mad… when suddenly.

“Marcus! Come back!” a young voice called.

Out of the crowd of people rushed a young girl who looked like she could be about Zuko’s age and scooped the toddler up before he got under the Fire Lord’s feet. The girl held the child to her chest but kept her head down as she slowly backed up from the Fire Lord.

“Halt!” Zuko’s father called.

Zuko bit his lip. Oh no!

“Come forward,” the Fire Lord insisted in a commanding voice.

The girl slowly took a few steps forward, still holding the child to her chest.

“Put the child down.” The Fire Lord demanded.

The girl did as he instructed, and the toddler rushed back to his mother who scooped him up fearfully. Zuko and Azula crept forward towards their mother and Uncle Iroh to get a better look. Zuko saw that the girl’s outfit was different than the other women’s and she wore a hood over her head which shielded her hair and her face.

The girl’s outfit was the same design as the other women’s but instead of it being all grey, it was all white and the tassels on her dress hems, sleeves and chest were a pale blue and around her waist she wore a deep burgundy belt. Around her neck hung a silver chain from which hung a blue crystal and amber crystal. Zuko could tell by seeing her hands that she was much paler than the rest of the villagers, even paler than Zuko… almost fair toned!

Fire Lord Ozai approached the girl who was still bowing and reaching over, pushed her hood back. Everyone around took a step back and gasped. Her hair, if it was down and not braided, would have reached her waist but it was pulled back into a long thick plait down her back with feathery bangs framing her forehead and the side of her face… and it was golden! Zuko had seen people with fair hair… but nothing like this! It was like she was carrying the sun on her head… it was a pure honey, sunny golden.

“Lift your head,” Fire Lord Ozai ordered.

The girl slowly lifted her head to look up at the Fire Lord and everyone was met with a pair of huge crystal blue eyes, a petite round nose sprinkled with soft freckles, an adorable chin, pink lips with a dented upper lip and if the girl was smiling, she would have dimbles.

“What is your name?” Ozai insisted

“Shira my Lord,” the girl whispered.

“Hm,” Ozai hummed, “And who are your parents?” When the girl didn’t reply, Ozai lifted his hand, prepared to strike the girl and Zuko found himself moving to rush forward but his mother gripped his shoulder to stop him. However, Iroh beat him to it.

“Hold on brother,” Iroh said gently, “Let me take care of this.” Iroh knelt in front of the girl and lifted her chin gently. As he did, everyone saw that there were tears appearing in the girl’s eyes.

“Are you afraid child?” he asked gently.

The girl slowly shook her head which made Iroh’s eyes widen and a smile appear on his face, “Well that’s good! Why are you crying then?”

The girl slowly tried to look away from Iroh and her eyes landed on Zuko. Zuko’s amber eyes widened in shock when amber met blue. She was beautiful! At least in Zuko’s eyes and the tears appearing in her eyes, the pinkness of crying appearing on her cheeks and her nose made her look even more beautiful. Zuko had never found a girl beautiful before. He had found Mei pretty… but not beautiful.

The girl slowly looked back at Iroh and whispered something that only Iroh heard.

“What is taking so long?” Ozai groaned.

Iroh rose to his feet and placed his arm around the child’s shoulders, “The girl is an orphan brother. Her parents are dead.” A hush fell over all present while this was taken in.

Zuko couldn’t seem to tear his eyes from the girl. She was standing next to Iroh, feeling slightly out of place but occasionally she would glance out of the corner of her eye at Zuko with a shy but intrigued look on her face.

Suddenly he was brought out of his daze when he heard his father begin to order his guards to send the villagers to the stocks to work. Zuko tensed beneath his mother’s comforting hand and his mother noticed this.

“Excuse me my lord,” the woman said, stepping forward. “Would it be alright if I took the girl in as a handmaiden? She is too young for stock work.”

Iroh smiled and was about to agree when Ozai spoke up, “Absolutely not! Have you no sense woman? Can’t you tell from the blue eyes and fair skin that she is water tribe?”

At this, Zuko saw the girl look at Ozai, puzzled and he knew that Ozai’s guess was wrong.

“Father!” Azula shouted, getting everyone’s attention. “Allow me to take the girl… as a slave girl! The position of a handmaiden is too high for scum such as her. Slavery is best.” Zuko felt the deepest urge to fire bend at his sister but he knew he shouldn’t. Ozai nodded and Zuko felt his mouth go dry.

“Good idea daughter. You shall have the girl as a slave. Take them away.” Zuko turned his eyes back on the young girl and as the villagers were pushed away to be taken to their quarters, the girl lifted her blue eyes and met Zuko’s gaze… and smiled.

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Zuko peered around the corner. Good, no sign of any guards. Azula had gone out to play with Mei and Ty-lee. She wouldn’t be back for a while and she was always loud when coming into her room so Zuko would know when to scram. Carefully he approached his sister’s room and pushed the door open. He closed it behind him and locked it. He knew there was a key to open it from the outside, but it was in their mother’s room. So, if Azula returned and found it locked, she would have to go get the key.

Zuko scanned the room and almost let out a gasp when he saw what was tied to the girl’s bed. Around one of the large bed posts of Azula’s bed was a long black rope…. Tied securely, it was about three feet long before it tied around the wrists of the young girl! The girl was on her knees, her arms tied behind her. From the look of it, she was asleep for she was leaning forward, but it looked so uncomfortable and painful that Zuko bit his lip.

Crossing the room in three strides, the boy grabbed the knot around the girl’s wrists and untied them. The girl slowly lifted her blue eyes to look at Zuko before they grew wide in shock.

Zuko smiled at her before crouching in front of her, “I’m not going to hurt you.” The girl seemed to relax slightly at his words, but he could tell she was still on the alert. Reaching forward, he gently pushed her long golden hair out of her eyes and behind her ears. Then reaching down, he clasped her hands and lifted her to her feet. The girl’s knees buckled and Zuko wrapped his arms around her waist to keep her steady. The girl’s eyes fluttered as nausea overtook her. Without thinking, the prince reached down and scooped the girl up into his arms. Carefully he placed her down on the end of Azula’s bed, so she was laying down. The girl rolled onto her side and her eyes fluttered closed.

Zuko smiled as he sat down next to her and drew his knees up. As the girl slept soundly, Zuko watched her. Her golden hair trickled over her shoulders, around her waist and slightly over her sleeping face. Her mouth was slightly parted as she breathed contentedly. She was wearing traditional fire nation slave attire which was a red top with no sleeves that left most of her stomach bare, a skirt that came to her knees, tight leggings underneath and sandals. Zuko had to admit, she was beautiful… but the red didn’t suit her blue eyes and golden hair. She had looked much better in her white attire.

Slowly he reached over and ran his tanned fingers across the girl’s pale cheek. Compared to her fair skin, his hand looked so dark and almost rough and harsh against her fair skin. The girl stirred slightly, and her eyes propped open.

“I apologize your highness,” the girl said, sitting up. “I shouldn’t have fallen asleep.” Zuko smiled at her soft, sweet voice but stopped her when she was about to stand up. He gently set her back down on the bed, so she was seated.

“I don’t mind. You must have been exhausted.” The girl looked down at her hands and began to fidget with her skirt. Zuko smiled. She must be confused as to why he was being so kind to her, considering how Azula treated her.

“I’m sorry about my sister. She isn’t nice to anyone. Not even my mother.” The girl kept her head bowed so that her hair shielded her face. Sighing, Zuko reached over and grasped her hand with his. At this, the girl looked at him, a startled look in her eyes. Zuko smiled at her.

“I want to help you. I wasn’t able to convince my father to help you so I will try my hardest to protect you from my sister.” The girl bit her lip and looked down at her lap again, “But why master?” Zuko reached over and cupped her chin with his hand, lifting her eyes to meet his, “First, don’t call me master. Zuko is just fine. As for why… no one should be treated like this and you are not a servant. You were a free person before your village was captured. You should not be victim to such a life.” The girl’s eyes pooled with tears and she bit her lip to hold them back, but she couldn’t contain them and they streamed down her cheeks. She buried her face in her hands and let the tears seep through her fingers, her shoulders shaking with sobs.

Zuko gently wrapped his arms around the girl’s shoulders and pulled her against his chest, stroking her hair, “It’s alright. You’re safe now.” After letting the girl finish crying, Zuko gently lifted her head and looked into her eyes, “I do not believe I know your name.” The girl wiped her still damp face with her hand before managing a small smile, “Shira, ma…Zuko.”

A huge grin crossed Zuko’s face and he smiled at the girl. Reaching into his robes, he pulled out a handkerchief and offered it to the girl. Shira stared at it as if he had just offered her the key to the world. Slowly she took it but instead of using it, she clutched it in her hands as if afraid to let it go.

Zuko smiled, about to say something else when he heard the all too familiar voice of Azula. “I have to go,” he whispered.

Shira nodded. She got down on her knees next to the post and Zuko tied her hands back to the post. However, he made sure that they looked tight, but were really loose. He helped Shira prop herself against the post so she could sleep easier later. He slipped the handkerchief into her pocket so Azula wouldn’t see it before looking into the girl’s face. The tears were gone but she was looking drowsy.

“I’ll be back tomorrow night,” he whispered.

Shira nodded and smiled, “Thank you…. Zuko.” Zuko smiled and pushed a strand of hair behind her ear before jumping to his feet and rushing to the door. Peering out, he saw that Azula had left to go locate the key. Slipping out, he made sure the door was closed but unlocked before rushing off. The moment he was a good distance from the room, a huge grin spread across his face.

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Wasted Times — Pjm

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Warnings: A lot of Fluff, Angry Sex, Slight BDSM.

Word count: 5.8k

Admin: Melanin

Two weeks, nine days and counting since you’ve last seen him. Two weeks since that sinful body was tangled in yours, where you both let out strings of moans and shared sloppy wet kisses. Two weeks.

If it wasn’t for Hoseok that whole night wouldn’t have happened. Despite you already knowing of Jimin, what you didn’t know is that looks can deceive. Oh yes, they deceived you very well. When you met him it felt like it was unreal? It felt as though you were talking to an angel. The butterflies in your stomach whenever he spoke made you feel the blood rush to your cheeks. So unreal.

A cute cheeky smile and a squeaky laugh. Someone’s who’s kind hearted, as what you previously had heard from Hoseok himself. Oh, but did he leave the major detail out from you.

He’s a fuckboy.

One that knows exactly how to play his cards right. Knows how to get into a girl's pants and make them melt with the sweet and dirty things that pout out his mouth like honey. He has the looks and charms for it. The hand he runs through his hair constantly, those pink full lips begging to be touched by someone else.

You’ve only recently found out about most of the girls he’s slept with. It wasn’t a lot but enough for him to qualify to get tested every month. All because he can’t keep his god damn dick in his pants. And you, the fool, fell for it. You fell for his ways.

Yet he pretends to know nothing. He pretends like he didn’t break your heart by saying he can’t commit to a relationship. He was just a one night stand. He fucking acts that nothing happened between you two prior to having sex.... and it hurts.

Now you’re sitting in your office stuck in-between whether to let that night go, or to bring it up with him. Because surely, he felt something too when you guys made love for an hour and a half right? Right?

‘‘Y/N. Did you hear me?’ ‘  

You quickly snap back to reality to the nagging voice beside you. Taking a sip of your peppermint tea, you turn towards the young girl. Her full bangs compliment her perfectly shaped face. Her long, straight hair that curls at the end a bit is jet black with no sign of split ends or damage. She holds a blue folder tightly to her chest with a cheeky smile upon her face.  

‘‘Mrs. Jane would like to see your work for this month’s upcoming project. Do you have the rough draft done?’ ‘  

You nod, ‘’ I’ve finished it already. Are you collecting?’’ The girl nods her head and holds out her dainty pale hand. Next to you is your documents drawer which you rummage through for a good minute or so before finding your pink folder with all the information and sketches.  

‘‘Thanks..’‘ She smiles, then walks away to her next prey. You let out a big sigh and place your hands in-between your head. Never have you had someone constantly be on your mind.  

It was killing you.  

‘‘ Child are you okay?’‘

You turn towards the voice to your left which sits next to you is your best-friend. Her smirk lets you know she knows what you’re thinking about. She knows. She also knows about that one night stand that you couldn’t shut up about two weeks ago.

You try to hold back your laugh, ‘’ I’m. fine.’’ You manage to choke out. She shakes her head again with that damned smirk on her face. ‘’ Was he that good that he has you sitting here contemplating life honey?’’

Your eyes go eyes go wide and soon enough you find yourself swatting her thigh while trying to cover your face of embarrassment. ‘’ Stop! Geez I shouldn’t have even told you about it.’’

‘‘ I knew about him before you even did. Once you told me after the fact, I automatically recognized who he was by the way you described his features so well.’‘ She shrugs, swiveling her chair around to face you. You do the same.

‘‘ What?’‘

‘‘ I went to high school with him. Park Jimin right? He was a ladies girl. Everyone wanted him. Plus he was a former dancer.’‘

Former dancer? It all makes sense. The way his body was nicely toned, not to muscly but noticeable. The way his hips moved every which way making sure his sinful area poked and pried at every nerve inside your walls. Made you let out strings of moans and whimpers because of how good he felt inside you. You’ve never felt something like that before. How dare he.

‘’ Well he has a cute friend. His name is Tae... Tae something. I don’t know but they were also friends in highschool. He was a handsome boy as well. If you would like to you know... tap that.’‘ She giggles.

Who does she think you are? Some type of person who gives away sex for a living? Definitely not. By the looks of your face she quickly abandons the subject. You decide it’s best to get back on task before your whore of a boss comes back around.

Only before that petite girl, with the bangs and perfectly trimmed straight hair, comes back with your folder and a ton of papers for you. As if this this day could  get any worse.

‘‘ No I don’t want to go tonight.’’

It feels like you’ve said this on the phone more than ten times. You’re sure of it. He just doesn’t want to give up. You’d rather be in the comfort of your home cuddled up in a blanket watching Netflix all day. After-all, it is a Friday night and it has been a very stressful week for you in the office. A nice hot bath and a binge worthy tv show is all you want right now. It’s what you deserve.

‘‘ Come with us it’ll be fun. You can invite your hot best friend too.’‘ He says, and you know he’s smirking on the other line. ‘‘ Hoseok for one, you will not hook up with my best friend understand? Two, i’m tired. I want to sleep.’‘

‘‘ Oh come on Y/N it’ll be fun. It’s just a night out on the strip. It’ll be fun. I’m bringing Jimin.’‘ He tapers off at the end to wait for your reaction.

Could this be it? Another chance to see Jimin. Your chance to ask him.. if that night he felt something. Surely he did right?

‘‘ I’ll come. But that doesn’t mean i’m coming for Jimin. I’m bringing Scar with me as well.’‘

A few seconds of silence fills the other line. Which you know that Hoseok probably muted himself to scream in success. You take this time to think about what you’re going to wear. Something that’s eye catching? Or something that’s casual yet classy since it is just hanging around downtown. Why not do both?

Hoseok come’s back to the line and you notice he’s more cheerful. It makes you smile to yourself, how cute. ‘‘ Be there in 45 minutes. We’ll be waiting by Krystal okay? Meet us out front of that place.’‘

You two say your goodbyes and hang up the phone. Anticipation runs deep through you lacing your blood with it. Just the thought of seeing him again rubs you the right way.

Going into your closet, you take a good look at it and decide on a casual yet classy outfit. One that will surely catch his attention but very presentable as well. You hope that it’s going to pull through. Taking out your phone, you send a text message to Scarlet telling her all the details and to meet you here.

‘’This will be one hell of a night.’’ You smirk to yourself as you pull out the accessories to your outfit.

It wasn’t until you heard the doorbell constantly ring that broke you out of your trance of admiring yourself in the mirror. You look ravishing. Delectable. Every thing in the book. Surely you must have been admiring for quite some time because twenty minutes had passed and you didn’t even know it.

The doorbell ringing comes to a halt once you open the door forcefully. Scarlet greets you with a smile and a hug before coming inside.

‘’ Okay does this make my ass look bigger than it already is?’’

You glance over at Scarlet who’s posing in-front of the hallway mirror, earning a small chuckle from you. ‘’ Yes, that dress always look’s good on you.’’

Scarlet grins at you, ‘’ Thanks. I try I try. You look sexy Y/N. Who’s getting it tonight? ’’

You giggle once more before  adjusting your black dress ‘’ You look so good Y/N i’m not lying. Did you put some make-up on?’’

You shyly nod your head yes, ‘’ Just a little. Not one of my dramatic looks.’’

‘‘ It suits the mood for tonight. Nothing to dramatic, more neutral.’‘ Scarlet says, picking up her purse again. ‘’ The dress does bring out your curves.’‘ She steps back and pulls out her phone for a snapchat picture.

The two of you pose in the mirror for a quick second then giggle afterwards. Scarlet brings her phone back down as her fingers begin to type at a rapid speed. ‘I’m going to caption it; Going out with my babe!’’

You on the other hand were to busy into the hearts snapchat filter with Scar in the background of your video. You tap her with a smile and she looks up with a smile as well. ‘’ We are so gonna be late Scar. ’’

‘‘ Okay. Let me just grab my purse and we can go.’‘

You can’t believe you’re actually doing this. The cool breeze is enough for you to handle. Not to cold and not to hot of a breeze. Downtown is busy tonight, especially the strip. The neon signs blare into your vision, the cars speed past with drunk laughing people. Music plays coming from each store or bar you two pass. There’s a jazz man who’s playing some cool tunes next to the giant water fountain. You drop a ten dollar bill into his case hoping to brighten those tunes up a bit. Couples are everywhere you look. You haven’t been downtown in such a long time. Everything feels so brand new to you. It’s so lively.

Scarlet walks confidently in-front of you, hips swaying naturally. You see Hoseok down the sidewalk waiting at the entrance for your arrival. Behind him is Jimin who looks fine tonight. He wears a long sleeve white Stussy t-shirt with black distressed jeans that show off his thighs. The same thighs that flexed with each thrust two weeks ago. The same thighs you wanted to ride because they had you soaking wet. Oh geez.

‘‘ Y/N! ahhh you look so good tonight!’‘ Hoseok grabs your hand and twirls you around a little. ‘‘ You’re right. Wow Y/N.’‘ A voice comes from behind him.

Part of you just wants to melt right into his arms right then and there. Keep it together.

‘‘ You don’t look bad yourself Jimin.’‘ It’s like your eyes refused to make eye contact with him. You want to, but can’t pull yourself to do it. ‘‘ And this is my best friend Scarlet.’‘

‘‘ Hello I’m Scarlet or Scar for short. Nice to meet you.’‘ She smiles, Jimin takes her hand and gives it a kiss. His eyes never leaves hers when he does so.

Scarlet lets out one of her nervous giggles as he lets her hand go. ‘’ How sweet.’’ Jimin smirks at her, ‘’ No worries. I’m Jimin, Park Jimin my love.’’

You almost choke at those last two words. My love? Seriously?

‘‘ Okay enough now that you’ve met my flirty friend who doesn’t know boundaries...’‘ Hoseok glares at him, earning a shrug from Jimin. ‘‘ .. I’m Hoseok. I’ve seen you on Y/N’s social media.. and I must say you are very pretty.’‘

‘‘ Thank you Hoseok. You are handsome as well.’’ She says.

You decide to end this introduction and start off the night. ‘‘ Alright enough of the talking. Can we have some fun tonight?’‘

‘‘ I agree, let’s get some drinks first.’‘

Only one hour in and you’ve only had one long island ice tea that you haven’t even finished yet. Somehow you’ve got tricked into third wheeling. Hoseok and Scarlet seem to be hitting it off very well walking in front of you.  But walking next to you is a quite Jimin. He’s to busy scrolling and typing on social media for him to even notice you. Oh so you thought.

‘‘ Y/N...’‘

The butterflies in your stomach begin. What could he want? ‘’ Hmm.’’

Jimin locks his phone and places it in his pocket. He then looks at you with that oh so familiar warm smile. ‘’ They seem to be hitting it off well yeah?’’

Oh. ‘’ Yeah. I ship it.’’ You giggle, crossing your arms.’’ How have you been? Haven’t seen your pretty self in weeks.’’

‘‘ I’m fine. You know, work and stuff.’‘

‘‘ Yes I can say the same. I’ve got some things going on as well.’‘ His eyes shift back towards the busy city. ‘‘ I’d be lying if I didn’t say I missed you.’‘

You stop dead in your tracks. He missed you? All this time you had thought he didn’t care but he does? ‘’ Missed me huh. Or did you miss the idea of me.’’

He smiles, ‘’ Can it be both?’’

You decide to let that comment slide. ‘’ Well Jimin. I missed you too.’’

‘‘ Great so I can do this.’‘

You’re caught off guard by his lips connecting with yours. Both of you move in sync with each other. Jimin open’s his mouth more so his tongue can move more freely inside of yours.  Both of your tongues fight for dominance making you moan inside the kiss. His hands cup your face, sending chills up your spine. Soon you find yourself whimpering for more, but you can’t let it go this far so you break away first.

‘‘ Hmm I missed those lips on mine. Sorry if I spooked you my love.’‘ Those dark brown eyes look deep into yours. ‘‘ I missed us talking constantly before we..’‘ He trails off, looking away from you smiling shyly.

‘‘ Yeah me too. We spent a lot of time texting and calling each other before that. But after that night we sort of.. stopped? I’ve been meaning to bring this up without it being awkward.’‘ You bite your lip, fiddling with your fingers.

Jimin looks around you guys. Scarlet and Hoseok are nowhere to be found. As he expected. ‘’ Well it looks like our friends ditched us. Have you eaten?’’

‘‘ I munched on something before I came here with you guys.’‘ You say, eyes shifting towards the city again. ‘‘ Well if you’re up for a little bit more of a walk I know this good place on the boardwalk. We are getting closer and closer to the beach.’‘

‘‘ Is this you asking me on a date Park Jimin?’‘ You giggle, covering your mouth with your hand. ‘‘ It can be considered our first friendly date. I would love to take you out some other time where it’s not last minute my love.’‘

‘‘ Stop saying that.’‘

‘‘ Saying what?’‘

You roll your eyes playfully, ‘’ My love. Stop saying it.’’

Jimin raises his eyebrows at you in amusement, ‘’ Did you just roll your eye at me.. my love?’’ Your cheeks have never hurt this much before from constantly smiling, but tonight you just cant stop them. ‘’ And if I did?’’

‘‘ I suggest you don’t do that again.’‘

The walk wasn’t as far as you thought. Jimin had linked his hand in yours on the way there. It surprised you for a minute but you let it happen. He hasn’t let go since. The two of you are sat down at a table outside by a waitress who cannot keep her eyes away from Jimin. Only if she knew how much of a sex god he was. Then she really wouldn’t be able to keep her eyes away.

‘‘ The moon looks beautiful tonight.’‘ He nods his head over towards the sky. Your eyes gaze over the sandy beach and waves that crash onto the shore. The moon lit sky peering over it looks beautiful.

Jimin brings both of your hands onto the table and intertwines them with his. A smile appears on his face when he sees you shyly try to hide your smile from him. Jimin’s most favorite feature of you is your smile, and moans of course, but your smile brings him happiness. It’s something about the way your lips curl up into a smile and your eyes narrow a little bit with it. Or when you laugh at one of his comments or jokes. It makes him happy inside and out.

‘‘ So, what were you saying earlier my love?’‘

You playfully roll your eyes again at that nickname. Before you can roll them again, Jimin’s smile drops and he let’s go of your right hand. You furrow your eyebrows at him for a second until you’re caught off guard with a tiny slap to the inside of your thigh. You hiss at the pain.

He says, ‘‘ Stop rolling your eyes at me. playful or not my love, I don’t like it.’‘

‘‘ Fine but stop calling me that nickname. You said it to Scarlet. Now I don’t want it anymore.’‘ You say, attitude high with your arms crossed.

Jimin chuckles and lets his tongue swipe across the inside of his jaw, ‘’Someone’s jealous.’’

‘’ I just see the name is useless is all if you’re calling other girls that.’‘

‘‘ Hmm jealous now aren’t we?’‘ He smirks, leaning back in his chair. ‘‘ Says the one who was all over me that night. Practically craving me. Now, what If i let someone else do that hmm? Equivalent to you calling other girls that name.’‘

His smirk never lets up. You know you trying to act all tough isn’t going to last. It’s just not in you. But what you can do is make him jealous and tease him for a while. You consider it a payback for those two weeks of hell you went through.

‘‘ I’m enjoying our night out Jimin. Thank you for taking the time to catch up with me tonight.’‘ Your face is innocent as ever, sipping on your water.

His expression changes when your foot travels up his leg and onto his crotch and slowly grazes over the tip of his dick. Jimin glares and bites his lip at the constant friction between the head and your foot going in agonizingly slow circles. He let’s both of your hands go to try and pry your leg away but you increase pressure making him choke out a small wince.

‘‘ Aww. Cute.’‘

Jimin’s head pops up with a death glare on his face, ‘’ Don’t call me that after you just tried to pull some type of stun-’’

Your foot begins it’s slow circles again. It’s fun watching him stop his sentences. The way he holds in his moans and bites his lip. It turns you on very much.

“Fuck,” He grunts, eye’s closed.

You stop once your food arrives. The same waitress that can’t keep her eyes off of Jimin. She makes eye contact with her, and he winks as she places the food in-front of him. Your face drops into a stone cold expression. Once the waitress leaves his head slowly turns towards you with his famous sly smirk. He knew just how to press your buttons.

You start back up again, going at an even faster pace at this point. He curses at himself and his eyes close again. You smile when he starts to shake his legs and breathe heavily. Only for Jimin’s eyes pop open with a devilish smile that confuses you. He grabs your leg and makes sure that your foot is positioned right ontop of his dick. He rolls his hips to the movement of yours, looking you dead straight in the eyes. You go along with it for now. But your eyes almost buck out of your head when he starts letting out moans and grunts as he throws his head back.

‘‘ Mmm fuck Y/N you do this so well.’‘

You’re at loss for words. The risk of being caught mixed with the sight you’re seeing now has your panties becoming wet.It takes all your might not to just jump over the table and devour him when he sighs in relief. You watch his body convulse of the aftershocks. So fucking sexy.

And as if nothing had just happened, he picks up his fork and begins to eat his pasta. The rest of the night is silent. You both eat in silence but in the inside you want to say something but you know better. The stunt you just pulled has something coming for you. Maybe payback wasn’t such a good thing after all.

After Jimin comes back from the restroom, assuming he cleaned himself up well down there, he sits back down at the table with a warm smile. It confuses you.

‘‘ Do you want to leave now? We can go to my place and just chill for the night. Looks like the two love birds might have already went back to one of their place’s.’‘ He says, grabbing your hand once again.

You nod your head dumbfounded at what you didn’t know that was going to happen at his place. But you agree to go. What can go wrong?

The moment you guys enter his luxurious apartment, he pins you against the wall and raises your hands above you head. He tilts your head and nips at your neck, alternating between kissing and sucking. He hit one of your sweet spots that has your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

‘‘ Please Jimin.’‘ You cry out. Slowly pulling away, he pulls you from against the wall and bends to dip an arm under your legs to lift you up bridal style.

He deeply chuckles into your ear, ‘‘ You have an eventful night planned out for pulling that stunt at the restaurant sweetheart.’‘ His words sends shivers down your spine.

Jimin closes the door behind him, giving you a taste of comfort before he has his way with you. He places you on his bed and you stare into those dark brown eyes that you love oh so much.

‘‘ Face down, ass up now.’‘ He growls.

You nod your head and do as told. Soon you feel your dress being unzipped and thrown to the floor. You’re in nothing but your bra and baby pink lace thong. His hands run up and down your spine, then to your ass.

‘‘ You ruined my pants today. Made me cum inside them since you wanted to feel like you had control over me.. babygirl.’‘ He says, hands stopping right above your ass.

‘‘ Count for me Y/N.’‘

You don’t even have time to take a breath in when the first hard impact comes. It wells tears in your eyes but you love it. You love every smack and every second of it. And so you count for him, you count all fifteen hits to your sore,red ass.

‘‘ You’ve taken your punishment well.’‘ Jimin says soothing the pain by rubbing over it softly. ‘‘ You looked so pretty doing what you’re told my beautiful girl. You deserve every inch of me. You deserve all of me.’’ His voice is soft and low. It intoxicates you.

Jimin shifts you onto your back, his hands tracing every inch of your body. You prop yourself up with your shoulders and you don’t jerk away, instead you let him lean in and kiss you passionately. The lewd sounds of the two of you sharing a wet, sloppy kiss can be heard throughout the apartment. You whine in his arms wanting more than just the kiss. He growls in return, yanking your head back to mark up that pretty neck some more. His hands swiftly makes their way towards your nipples, you moan out in response.

“mmm so cute and hard for me.” He flicks your hard nipples with his index and middle fingers on both your breasts. The way he speaks is sinful. Your panties grow even more wet as he pinches your nipples to make you whimper. “ Making pretty sounds for me hmm? Got you all wet baby?’’

With his hands dropping to your hips, he pushes you to lay down on the bed. Your breasts look so captivating to him. Your back arches when his lips connect to your right breast and soon to your left.

“Jimin...’’ You whimper, tugging on his hair to get him to look at you. He pauses the swirling of his tongue on your breast and looks up with lust filled eyes.

“ Yes sweetheart?” He coos.

‘’Off... t-take it off.’’ You whine, moving your hands towards his clothing and tugging on it firmly.

Jimin smiles before balancing on his knees to lift off his shirt. You watch him strip his shirt off, revealing his beautifully toned stomach and sharp v-line. You want nothing more than to run your tongue across him, leaving hickies behind.

Once he takes off his shirt, he dips back down to you to kiss your lips once more. ‘’ Your reaction was instantaneous, your back arching as your hands flew to his hair in shock at the pleasure it gave you. You really were sexually frustrated. Just him kissing you was all too much for you to handle.

As if he could tell what you wanted, his hand found its way to the hem of your lace thong. He feels how wet you were with his index finger sliding up and down your entrance. Your breath hitched as he slid them off with his teeth.

Your mouth instantly falls open when one thick finger slides inside you, your wetness pouring out beneath his finger. Once his finger is coated in your juices, he pulls out of you leaving you whimpering at the loss of friction. You watch him slide his wet finger into his mouth, his eyes close as he hums around it.

“You taste so fucking good. Let me have more of you yeah? He says, waiting for some type of consent from you.

You nod, wanting him more than ever.

Jimin props both your legs up onto his shoulder, licking his lips at the sight of your glistening core. You are left exposed to his lustful gaze as he took in the appearance of your swollen lips. Your lips spread apart to expose your clit that desperately seeks attention.  

And so he provides it. His head dips down to get to work on your cunt.  The pleasure you feel is outrageous, it has you clawing at his back, not even letting up, before letting out your never ending moans. You knew for a fact that Jimin’s tongue was a work of art when put to the test.

“Oh fuck! ” You yell out, arching your back when his lips begin to suck harshly on your clit, that bubbly feeling in your stomach appears.

“Do I make you feel good ? Hmm, use your words.” He encourages, using two fingers to spread your folds apart to lick and suck on your clit.

“It feels so good Jimin, oh my gosh, please don’t stop. Fuck!” You cry out, tossing your head back as you clutch onto the sheets once more, leaving his hair alone. As soon as he hears that, he seemed to lose control. His fingers start abuse your g-spot in sync with his sucking on your clit. That’s all you took for you to explode around his fingers. Your body spasms when you close your eyes. You can practically hear your heartbeat pounding in your head.

That doesn’t stop Jimin though. He continues to abuse your hole but you can’t handle the over-stimulation. You grip his wrists to stop him in which he obliges. He pulls his fingers out of you slowly and shows you them before sucking on them harshly.  

“ Such a naughty girl now aren’t we.” He coos, rubbing your thighs that shake endlessly. “Want more princess?”

You nod your head, to busy lost in a trance. His words always get to you. A boy who knows his way with his words. The things that come out his mouth laced with either sweet venom or sugar. Damn him. Damn him for making you feel like this. Damn him for letting you fall under his ways.

You don’t realize all of his clothes were off until the head of his cock is sitting at your entrance. He’s a nice size, as you remember, but it’s the thickness that gets you. He has a lot of girth and it damn sure stretches you out.

“Shit, oh my gosh.” You moan, letting your head fall back as he starts easing into you.

“ Mmm babygirl,” He growls, using one of his hands to spread your lips, giving him the bes view of you taking him all the way. “Fuck just look at that baby. Your little pussy stretching to take my thick cock. Feels good yeah?”

“ Yes Jimin, fuck, it feels so good please. ” You whimper, wanting to feel all stuffed and full. Finally he bottoms out and you definitely feel it in you.

Jimin’s hands grip your hips as he starts to move inside of you. Since your previous orgasm residue was still there, mixing with your fresh juices,  every time moved in and out your juices would drip.Lewd, wet slaps filled the room as the pace quickened, wanting to get you to cum again.

Your cries of pleasure filled the room. There was no point in hiding them now.  With his hips moving at a fast pace, and his dick murdering your g-spot, it makes you feel that familiar feeling again.

“My good girl, you’re doing so well for me.” Jimin smiles, praising you as you become undone around him. Your hole spasms around his length and it feels like heaven for him. Jimin holds himself up on his elbows, resting his face against yours while he gently eases you through your orgasm.

“You don’t know the things your body does to me Y/N. The faces you make when i’m fucking your brains out. You look like you’re in pure ecstasy because of me and only me, baby.” He whispers, his lips hovering just above yours. You nod and press your lips against his. Smiling into the kiss, his hips begin fucking you  again, getting up to his previous pace.

Your body is automatically put into over-stimulation mode. “Are you going to cum again for me?”

“Mhm, oh my god!” You whimper, closing your eyes shut harshly. Jimin pulls out of you, and starts to slide his cock up and down your folds to bring you to another orgasm. You let out a scream as Jimin watch your juices fly and soak everywhere around you both. Your death grip on the sheets havent left and your back is arched so high from the bed that he has to bring you back down.

“Fuck, that’s it. You’re squirting princess.” He praises you, smiling as he doesn’t stop movement, juices everywhere. “You’re squirting so much baby look at you.’’

The feeling is too much for you so you shut your legs around him. Jimin smiles at you when you finally open your eyes. They hardly stay open but long enough for you to see him get himself off using his right hand. You open your mouth to say something, but he interrupts “Shh princess, you’re too sensitive. Maybe next time.”

You nodded with a small pout on your lips. You want him to cum inside you. To feel his hot sperm coat your insides. Your body says otherwise. You are spent, exhausted to the max..

Just as he is about to cum, you sit up and climb over to him. Your mouth quickly finds it’s way to his length and as if a habit, you begin to suck. ‘’You don’t have to princes- fuck.’’ He groans, releasing his load inside your mouth while you deep throat all his length.

Soon you pull away from his cock after he cums. You open your mouth to show him and then swallow it all down. ‘’ Filthy whore.’’ He smirks, pecking your lips.

Jimin kisses your forehead once more, before lifting up and disappearing into the bathroom. He returns with a warm, wet towel to clean up the mess between your legs. Your eyes flutter open and close. You catch a glimpse of his nicely toned back when he turns to disregard the towel. He comes back again with a green t-shirt which makes your heart flutter as he pulls it over your head. Another forehead kiss, then those nose, then the lips.

‘’ Jimin?’‘ You coo.

He climbs in bed beside you, ‘’ Yes?’’

‘’ We never discussed what we are...’’ You say quietly, picking at your fingers.

He laughs softly, ‘’ You know I can’t commit right now. I have too many things going on and-’’

‘’ Excuses Jimin.’’ You pout, turning away from him. ‘’ Aww come on don’t be like that. Listen, if I ever get my life together and the ladies off of me you’ll be the first one I run to, my love.’’

‘’ Promise?’’

‘’ I promise.’’

Oh so you had thought. Another two weeks had passed and the same thing happened. Now you’re stuck in your office again contemplating life, as Scarlet would say. The only difference is, he texts you more often. Usually good morning and goodnight texts. An occasional ‘how was your day.’

You can’t help but to wonder what he’s probably doing with other girls. Feeding them empty promises. Saying sweet nothings in their ears. Letting them hear what they want to. It’s no doubt he knows what he’s doing. No doubt.

Only if he hadn’t wasted your time.

Two weeks and counting since you’ve last seen him. Two weeks since that sinful body was tangled in yours, where you both let out strings of moans and shared sloppy wet kisses. Two weeks.

[iamknicole]

Family Court

Family Ties

The night before was nerve racking for the young couple, they barely slept. Both sets of parents spent the night at their house to be sure they were up on time and calm. Kandice and Tasha both cooked breakfast, even though the couple was too nervous to eat, they ate enough to satisfy their mothers.

Their parents stayed back at the house at the request of their children. They didn't want Carlito to see them all and things didn't go how they planned

When they got to the courthouse, they met Hanna and their lawyer, Alex Cabot. They greeted each other warmly.

"Are you two ready for this?" Alex asked observing them.

"Nervous but we're ready," Ardian told her honestly. "We just wanna take him home where he belongs."

Hanna grabbed Ardian's hand, holding it firmly. "And you will. I feel it in my spirit, baby."

Haleigh played with her cross that Hanna had given her. Her stomach was flipping, she felt like she could vomit at any moment so she moved to hold onto Ardian. He looked down at her noticing how flushed she looked.

"You need to sit down, Hae?" He asked softly.

She shook her head. "No, I'm okay, Ardi. Just really, really nervous."

Alex looked around them then smiled. "She's just dropped him and we've got 10 minutes before we need to be in the courtroom. Let's go see him."

Happily, Ardian, Haleigh and Hanna followed behind Alex to the office Carlito was in with the court officer. Alex spoke with the officer for a few moments then allowed his parents in the room. Carlito had his back to them, playing with the action figures Ardian left with Hanna for him. The couple squatted on the floor behind him wanting to surprise him, Haleigh nodded for Ardian to go on.

"Everybody knows Iron Man is better than Spiderman, Lil Man."

Carlito gasped then jumped up. His eyes grew big seeing Ardian and Haleigh, he didn't know what to do with himself. He just smiled.

"You gon give Daddy some love or what, Lito?" Ardian joked holding his arms out.

Carlito ran into his arms, almost knocking Ardian over. They squeezed each other tight and Carlito shed a few happy tears. He was starting to think he wouldn't see his parents again.

"Daddy missed you, son," Ardian whispered to him.

"You come back for me, Daddy! You pwomise and you come!" He yelled in excitement.

Haleigh sat beside them crying. The bond the two of them have was so beautiful to her. To see Ardian show that kind of love meant the world to her.

Ardian pulled back and kissed his forehead. "And you were a big boy like you promised. I'm proud of you, Lito."

Carlito nodded then looked at Haleigh, he frowned when he saw her crying. "Mommy, you big girl. You no no cry."

Ardian and Haleigh both laughed, she wiped her face. "I know, I know. I'm sorry, Bug."

"You cry, you no get 'prise. You be big girl. Kay?"

"Okay, baby. Can Mommy have a hug too or are they just for Daddy?" She asked playfully.

Ardian let their toddler go so that he could hug Haleigh. Carlito threw himself onto her, kissing her cheek repeatedly making her laugh. She kissed the side of his face.

"Me missed you, Mommy. Ms. Laura no have nothing to lay on," He admitted lying his head on her chest. "Her food 'mell nasty too."

"Well you can lay on me all you want, your daddy is just gonna have to find somewhere to lay."

Ardian stuck his tongue out at them. He loved seeing the smiles on their faces. It's all he wanted for the last two months. A knock on the door let them know it was time to head to the courtroom.

"Alright, Lil Man. Mommy and Daddy have to go talk to some people about taking you home. It'll only be for a little bit, you be a big boy till we come back."

Carlito was sad again but nodded. He hugged them one more time real tight. "You come back, Daddy?" He asked in a small voice.

"Yeah," Ardian nodded, "Daddy will be back. Sit tight and stop beating up Iron Man."

Carlito smiled and went back to playing with his toys.

----

Laura and her lawyer, Donna Emmett, were sitting on the left side of the courtroom. Haleigh, Ardian and Alex to the right. Hanna sat behind them for support. There was so much back and forth between Alex and Donna that African and Haleigh weren't sure who was winning

"Your honor these two kidnapped my client's son. They took him to California, New York and God knows where else without her permission. You shouldn't even consider giving her child to complete strangers." Donna stressed from her side.

"After your client, his biological mother, left him scared and alone in her apartment while she ran off with his father," Alex added. "They are strangers but your client signed paperwork that stated my clients would be responsible for the toddler while his mother worked and that they were helping his mother pay bills. Does that sound like they were strangers, your honor?"

The judge sighed looking through the paperwork he was handed. His mind was made up the minute he saw the paperwork in three case quite frankly.

"Ms. Emmett, your client, does she work?"

"Not at the moment but she's looking, your honor."

"Hmm," he huffed. "And she ran off with the child's father, who has an lengthy criminal record. Is he still in the picture?"

Donna shook her head. "My client has not seen him in four months and doesn't plan to."

The judge turned his attention to Alex. "Why should I grant your clients custody over the child's biological parent or a blood relative, Ms. Cabot?'

"My clients got the toddler on a working schedule and diet. He is enrolled in daycare and sports to meet his social needs, he attends weekly therapy sessions and they have the means and support from family that has helped him improve significantly," Alex explained without faltering. "I have signed statements from his coaches, teachers and therapists about his improvements and development. As well as, how he wad been affected by being back with his biological mother."

Haleigh held Ardian's hand, their fingers were laced and held into her cross with her other hand.

"Along with that I submitted to you the numerous police reports of Ms. Emmet's client's constant harassment of Mr. Bekim aaaaaand the threats she has made. She is not fit to raise this child, they are whether they are blood or not."

For thirty more minutes the lawyers went back and forth. Laura had started to become agitated when she realized she was more than likely going to be leaving without her son. But if she did, she promised herself she would get her revenge.

"Alright," The judges said loudly and banged his gavel, "I've made my decision. Plaintiffs and defendant please rise." He waited for them all to stand before continuing. "Although you are his biological mother, these two have taken in, cared for and raised your child in your absence. They have showed more initiative in the time that they had him than it seemed you have his entire life. I am going to grant the plaintiffs petition for adoption, terminating your parental rights effective immediately. As well as their petition for a permanent restraining order against you. Court is adjourned."

Ardian hugged Haleigh, squeezing tightly. He felt as though a weight had been lifted off of him and the personal rain cloud had become a rainbow.

"We did it, babygirl. We got our baby," he whispered.

Hanna stood behind them thanking God. Alex let them know that she would be in touch with them in the next day or so about signing the paperwork.

"Let's go get your son," Alex smiled beckoning for them.

When they passed Laura, she grabbed Ardian's arm and Haleigh smacked it away.

"Don't touch him," She growled lowly.

"This isn't over."

Hanna pushed the young couple ahead of her. "Oh but it is. Try me if you want to, little girl."

---

Ardian and Haleigh burst into the room where Carlito was. He jumped up, bouncing from foot to foot.

"Me go home now? Please! Please!'

Ardian nodded going to pick his son up. "That's right, Lil Man. You're comin' home like Mommy and Daddy promised. You ready to go?"

"Let's go! Me starving! Me need cupcakes!"

Haleigh laughed putting the last of his toys in her purse. "Not so fast there, slick. You eat real food first then we can talk about the cupcakes."

Ardian laughed putting his free arm around his girlfriend walking out of the office then the courthouse. He was more than happy, he was at peace. He got his family back.