Warnings: WLW, royalty au, power dynamics, BDSM themes, Phoenix is Reader's "pet", birdy loves her cage, arranged marriage, fireplay, nippleplay, pet names, praise, oral (reader receiving), fingering, overstimulation.
Listen with me! ↠ⁿᵉˣᵗ ˢᵒⁿᵍ ↺ ʳᵉᵖᵉᵃᵗ ⊜ ᵖᵃᵘˢᵉ
"You're getting married and that's final!" Your father's voice bellows through the throne room, making tears well in your eyes. Hands clenched into shaking fists at your sides, your father sighs and rubs his temples. "I know you don't wish to be wed but as a princess you have a duty." He says, his voice softening as he blinks down at you sympathetically.
"But why, Papa? Why can't I marry for love?" You ask, doe eyes flitting up to your father's tired face. He sighs, rising from his throne and descending down the stairs to approach you, one hand reaching out to wipe your tears from your cheeks.
"The weight of the crown weighs heavy, my dear. But someone must bear its burden. As my firstborn, that is your responsibility. One day I'll die and you'll rule our people." He says softly. You bow your head, looking down with disappointment.
You knew you had a duty. To the crown, to your family, to the entire kingdom. You only wished you could marry for love and lead your kingdom at the same time.
"Why don't you return to your chambers? Maybe have a bath to help soothe your nerves?" Your father suggests gently. You sigh and nod, muttering out a goodbye before walking off, heart heavy with your new reality.
You pad through the halls, head racing with wondering thoughts of your new betrothed. Hopefully he wouldn't be twice your age and was easy on the eyes. You would hate to be married to an ugly, old man.
You step inside your chamber, the air warm despite the cold stone walls. "Princess! You're back!" A voice says eagerly and you look up to see your beloved phoenix. Her beautiful red feathered wings fluffed up as she brightens at your presence, the elaborate and beautiful shackles that were clasped around her wrists and ankles keeping her chained to the wall.
"My dear bird." You murmur softly, approaching her and reaching to rake your fingers through her hair, making her chirp happily. "Are your chains comfortable?" You ask, crouching down to touch one of the golden shackles. She could easily melt through them if she wanted to, but she chose not to. She enjoyed staying by your side, a pretty pet for all to marvel at but only for you to touch.
"They're plenty comfortable, Your Highness." She says, pressing her head more into your hand, greedily seeking your affection. You can't help but smile slightly, both hands reaching to scratch behind her ears, making her eyes roll back and trill out with content.
"Princess, are you alright? I sense your heart is heavy." She says gently, cracking her eyes open to look at you, rising from her knees to stand in front of you, her expression turning worried. "I can smell your sadness on you." She says, stepping close to nuzzle her tiny nose into your neck, breathing deeply.
You sigh out, used to this sort of behavior from her. "My father is having me wed to a man." You say softly, emotions stirring within you once more, making your chest feel tight.
"Oh my poor princess." She coos out sympathetically, nuzzling your neck, her hands already reaching for your waist. "Let your loyal phoenix make everything better. I'll make you forget all about the prince." She murmurs sweetly into your ear, flames spreading from her palms as she burns your clothes off, keeping the flames controlled.
Soon her hands were running over your bare skin, worshipful in her touch as runs her hands up your spine, a soft exhale leaving your lips as she gently nudges you back towards your bed. Soon you're both falling in a tangle of limbs on your silk sheets, her lips finding one of your perky nipples, tongue swirling and drawing a soft sigh from you.
"You're so good to me, pretty bird." You murmur sweetly, make her wings shudder at the pet name. She switches breasts, lapping at your other nipple and looking up at you with adoring eyes.
"Such a good girl." You breathe out, fingers tumbling through her soft tresses. She chirps out, kissing your breast before trailing warm kisses down your stomach. Pearly whites nip at one of your hip bones, fingers spreading your legs before she dives between your legs.
You moan out sweetly, arching slightly as her tongue swirls around your clit. "Such a pretty pussy. And it's all mine, isn't that right princess?" She purrs out, slipping two fingers into your walls, easily finding your g-spot and attacking it.
Your moans echo off the walls as she fingers you, her tongue occasionally flicking out to lick a stripe up your clit. "Hnng! Yes! All yours! All yours, pretty bird!" You moan out, spreading your legs wider for her, allowing her to slip her fingers in deeper.
"My perfect princess. I'm so happy to be your phoenix. So happy to be at your service. My princess. My perfect princess." Her words tumble out, cheek rubbing against your inner thigh affectionately as she works you higher and higher towards your climax.
You cry out as you finally reach your peak, your phoenix diving back between your legs to greedily lap up your sweet nectar, moaning against your cunt as she drinks your essence.
She continues to lick and suck until you're shaking, tears of pleasure welling in your eyes as you weakly try to pry her off your poor puffy pearl.
Eventually you manage to pry her off, her eyes half-lidded and a grin spread across her pretty features. "Oh princess, don't tell me you're tapping out already." She purrs out, chains clinking as she tries to crawl closer but the chains stop her.
"You're pussydrunk." You pant out, her lips quirking in a smirk that was designed to ruin you. "Drunk and still thirsty, pretty girl." She purrs out, hands gripping your thighs, talons digging into your soft skin slightly as she drags you closer.
"And I'm not letting you go until I've had my fill." She breaths out. "Not like you would ever deny me." She says with an arrogant chuckle, her wings spreading and casting a shadow over you. You can only mentally curse yourself and your penchant for spoiling your pretty phoenix.
You weren't going to make it out unscathed-
I lowkey got lazy writing this but I love the idea. So after kinktober, I might do a part 2 where Reader is married and her husband leaves her unsatisfied so her beloved Phoenix must step in and satisfy her poor, poor Princess.
Hi everyone, I've been a little MIA on here writing wise because my classes started again and I have been struggling with a balance of classes, work, and writing but here I am! I wrote this for @callsign-phoenix and her 500 follower celebration. I chose the prompt "Don't tell me you're fine, I can see the blood"
Description: Phoenix doesn't take shit from men that offend her or nurse!reader girlfriend
Content: includes violence, blood, sexist/gross comments from men, fluff at the end, phoenix is a badass
Word Count: 1.3k
Thank you to @blue-aconite for looking this over, it was very appreciated <3
The first time Phoenix saw you, she was in for a sprained ankle from a team bonding game day. In fact, as soon as you entered the room the pain in her ankle had magically disappeared and all she could focus on was trying to make you laugh. Bob saw right through her actions and mumbled out a “really Phoenix?” as soon as you left the room. From that moment on, she did whatever she could to see you and after two months of fake concussions and cold symptoms, she got the nerve to ask you out for a drink.
That first date was almost 4 months ago. Since then you had gone on several more and eventually became an official couple. Due to the relationship being so fresh, the two of you decided to keep it under wraps, only letting a few close friends know of what was going on. Which is how Phoenix ended up at the Hard Deck without you. She insisted on you coming out with them but being in a sweaty bar with all the pilots you’d taken care of was the last place you wanted to be.
Almost immediately after she got her first drink Hangman challenged Phoenix to a game of pool. The two of them were known for going up against each other in anything they could, especially a game of pool where the loser buys a round. While standing back to observe Hangman’s plan of attack she heard a few men letting out belly laughs across the pool table before one of them spoke above the rest, “I’m just saying that seeing a girl like that makes me wish they ditched the scrubs and went back to those little white dresses that nurses used to wear.”
Phoenix could’ve swore she felt her blood heat up as she continued to listen, hands tightening around the pool cue. Bob noticed her whitening knuckles and looked to where her eyes were set in a stare. Upon listening further, Bob immediately understood the cause of her growing rage. He shot her a warning look which was promptly ignored as Phoenix straightened her posture and took a step forward.
“Phoenix-” Bob started in a low voice to avoid drawing attention as he stuck his hand in front of her.
He was cut off by Phoenix’s pool cue being handed to him as she walked by, “It’ll be real quick, Bob.”
The other members of the team quieted and shared confused glances before looking towards Bob for an explanation. He ignored their looks, focused on Phoenix’s actions as she made her way towards the men.
“Couldn’t help but overhear you talking about that new nurse, the one that should ditch the practical scrubs?” She questioned, cocking her head in an attempt to play dumb.
The taller of the men sat up straighter and glanced at the others before looking back to Phoenix and speaking up, “I mean yeah, what does it matter? We’re at a navy bar and if it offends you, maybe this job isn’t right for a little girl like you.”
Phoenix let out a scoff before trying to swallow her anger as she took a step forward, “Just didn’t like some of the things I heard, pretty disrespectful to talk about someone in the same field as you like that.”
“C’mon honey-“ The man tried but was cut off by Phoenix’s fist hitting his nose, blood pouring out almost immediately
Bob jumped forward as soon as it happened to help defend his pilot’s actions, mumbling out curses as he set the pool cue against the wall. Phoenix held up her hand to stop him as she grabbed her jacket from the chair and left cash on the counter before Bob could lecture her or anyone could ask questions.
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The sound of your door unlocking caused you to jump up and check the time on the stove, wondering if you’d fallen asleep and missed Phoenix’s call asking to be picked up. To your surprise it was only 10pm, she had never been home this early after a night out but you couldn’t complain.
“Hey baby,” she greeted you, bringing you in for a kiss before you could ask any questions, “I brought home some pizza in case you were hungry.”
Her actions continued to confuse you, “Thank you, but we ate dinner like 3 hours ago, right before you left. Everything alright?” You asked, struggling to finish your sentences as she continued to push your hair out of your face and pepper kisses on your cheeks.
“Everything is fine, even better now that I’m back here with you.” She mumbled against your jaw before placing kisses down your neck, smirking as you let out a quiet moan.
As you realized what she was trying to do, you grabbed her hands from your face, not missing the slight wince in her face as the palm of your hands brushed her knuckles. On instinct you flipped her hands over to look at the tops of them, noting the dried blood and blue bruises forming.
She ripped her hands back and your eyes met hers, “I can explain but I promise I’m fine.”
“Don’t tell me you’re fine, I can see the blood!” You exclaimed, grabbing her hands back to take a closer look. “Jesus, Nat.”
Before she could protest anymore, you pulled her into your bathroom and helped her onto the counter and out of her jacket. You shuffled around under the sink until you found everything you needed, a giggle leaving Phoenix’s mouth as she saw how much you had pulled out, “You can put away the tape and gauze, the blood’s not mine.”
When you looked up at her, she was staring at her knuckles and trying to rub the blood off of her skin in order to avoid eye contact with you. As you saw her smile fall and turn to a look of shame you stood up to be at eye level, grabbing her face in the process.
“What the hell did you get into?” You asked, forcing her to keep eye contact. She stayed silent for a moment and you let her gaze fall back to her bruised knuckles.
“He was talking about you,” she mumbled out after a moment, your confused look urging her to keep talking, “the guy at the bar, some new recruit, was saying disrespectful things about you and I just couldn’t stand to sit there and listen anymore.”
Your heart swelled as you listened to her story. You were the kind of person to brush off gross comments about your profession, your body, or whatever else men decided they had something to say about you. To have someone that respected you enough to say something in your defense was such a new concept and it made you fall even harder for the woman in front of you that was trying her best not to stain the counter with blood.
“Oh baby…” you whispered, barely loud enough to be heard above the fan and movie playing in the next room.
Phoenix looked up with apologetic eyes, “I didn’t mean to make a scene-”
You cut her off with a harsh kiss, cupping her face to keep her close. After a moment, she reached her hands up to yours to get your attention to pull away, “Are you mad that I might have spoiled this secret thing we’ve had going on?”
“I could never be mad at you for this,” you replied, holding her face close to yours, “but no more fighting, you’re too good at what you do for your skills to be washed down the drain.”
“Deal, but only if you put your skills to use and fix up my hands so I can thank my pretty girl” She said, a smirk appearing on her face.
Hi I love your work! You write them so well that I wish I could be in the story. Could you write something cute and fluffy for Phoenix? Its really hard to find good fluff for female characters compared to male characters.
lipstick.
natasha ‘phoenix’ trace x reader.
￫ description: natasha fixes up your make-up one evening but you have other ideas.
￫ c/w: kissing, fluff, fluff, fluff.
￫ a/n: i haven’t actually written any full fics for natasha, so i couldn’t say no to this idea dear anon! @lilacfairy-13 thank you so much for being my beautiful muse for this piece. this is part of seb’s soft sunday. find the other fics here! 💌
“Stay still!” Natasha ordered once more with a laugh following after her firm tone. Her thighs were planted firmly over your torso, keeping you pinned down to your mattress underneath. She was leaning down to meet your face with her makeup brush.
Being a pilot meant she had a steady hand as she was trained to keep the aircraft level, however she could not keep a steady hand as you giggled and fidgeted underneath her.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’ll stop it now.” You took a deep breath to compose yourself through your nose and steadied your face, tucking your lips together to hold yourself from bursting into another fit of laughter.
You closed your eyes again and her brush glided over your right eyelid with ease and composure. She leant back and cocked her head once to the left and then once to the right to admire her work. She nodded in agreement with herself and dipped the brush back into the pallet to add another stroke of colour and blend them together.
“Mm, I feel like your canvas right now.”
“That’s because you’re a work of art in my eyes, angel.”
Your eyes fluttered shut again as Natasha leaned back down to add the new colour to the edge of your eyelid. Even though your eyes were closed, you knew Natasha was wearing a love sick smile right now at her romantic one liner.
“You excited for tonight?” Her voice was quiet again as she was close to your face, her eyes trained cautiously on her movement. You could feel her warmth fan over your cheek and they instinctively turned a rosy red underneath her. ‘No need for blush’, you thought.
“Yeah, I am. I’m just still so nervous, what if they don’t like me Tash?”
“I like you.”
“Yeah but, these are your squad friends. You literally perform life or death missions with them, they’re basically family. What if they don’t like me?”
Natasha pulls away from your statement. She can sense the worry in your wavering voice and your eyes opened to catch hers.
You weren’t exactly wrong. The Dagger squad were Natasha’s family now and sure she knew Jake could pull some awful jokes from time to time, but no matter how many times she seemed to reassure you, you were still worried stiff about meeting them for the first time tonight.
She took your hands in hers still wedged over your torso. “What can I do to make it easier, baby?”
Natasha saw the cogs turning in your brain as you genuinely tried to come up with a serious answer, but all that dawned on your face was that signature playful smile that she’d come to love so much about you.
“Kiss me, kiss me better!” You protested dramatically with your head thrashing about in turn.
Natasha barked out a laugh and came down to still your face as not to ruin your make-up but also so she could press her lips to yours.
“Come here, you.”
Her hands let go of yours and she cupped your cheeks instead, letting her lips press feverishly against yours. Your head lifted off the pillow to meet her touch and you let out a soft little moan against her that was immediately swallowed by her searing kiss. She pulled away briefly only to place one, two, three and four kisses repeatedly against your lips.
Like a Doctor that had prescribed their patient love sick medication, she pulled away and picked back up her make up brush.
“Better?” You hummed in agreement and fell back against the soft pillows underneath. A blissful smile was plastered on your face and your eyes fluttered.
“Your eyes are done, lipstick now.” She switched out her make up brush for the lipstick colour that would match perfectly.
She leaned back down to your face and painted your lips. She went to pull away put you leaned up as far as your torso could whilst being trapped underneath her and pressed your lips back against hers.
“I thought we could wear matching lipstick?” You cocked your head to the side admiring the small smudge that was now painted on Natasha’s lips.
She padded her finger on the edge of her lips and looked down at her finger, noticing her lips weren’t fully covered.
“I think I need a touch up.” And she leaned back down to finish off what you started.
omg i am a firm believer that 1.) jake was born to be a girl dad and 2.) nat notices her tiny bump one day before showering and she calls him into the bathroom and she’s standing there all giddy and is like “do you notice something different about me” and he immediately starts crying when he notices the little bump 🥹🥹
Day 20 of Ode to Phoenix
Did I want to write the Hannix Football Rivalry AU requests in order? Yes. Did that happen? Apparently not. This one just jumped out of me, and I was in too deep to write anything else for today
Jake as a girl dad has me 😍🥰🥹 He definitely was
Omg, I am giggling kicking my feet at this thought about her baby bump discovery 💗
Summary: Hannix Football Rivalry AU. Natasha has a Baby on Board, and it's not Bob
Pairing: Natasha "Phoenix" Trace x Jake "Hangman" Seresin
Warnings: Pregnancy symptoms, early pregnancy partner struggles, mention of oral sex but nothing explicit
A/N: To whoever requested, I hope you enjoy my love xx
Do You Notice Something Different?
Natasha stumbles into the bathroom and pushes her hair out of her face, grateful it’s finally Saturday. Despite listening to her family and friends talk about their pregnancies for several years, nothing prepared her for the level of exhaustion she’s felt these last few weeks. Jake has pretty much taken over everything in their life that isn’t her job. Including making an early morning run to the grocery store because she’s craving lemon, blueberry ricotta pancakes she once had at a restaurant in New York City.
She strips off her pajamas before emptying her bladder for the third time already this morning. While she pees, Natasha closes her eyes and drops her head into her hands. Outside of deployments, the last few weeks are the longest she and Jake have gone without having sex since they started hooking up. Whether she’s been too tired, too sick, or too sore, usually some combo thereof, he's taken it all in stride. He's even been understanding about her not wanting him to touch her, although she can tell that part has been the hardest on him. Until recently, she hadn't realized how important their physical connection is to him.
But it finally seems like she’s coming out the other side of the miserable first weeks with her appetite, for food and sex, starting to return. At least this morning she'd been able to think about giving Jake a blow job without triggering her gag reflex.
She flushes the toilet and leans forward over the sink to wash her hands. Tentatively, she ventures a look in the mirror. Her face is getting its color back, although the faint lines around her eyes and mouth have deepened. Her breasts, well, those are definitely different. They're fuller and heavier, stretching her bras to the brink of their adjustments. She'll have to buy new ones soon.
Her hands freeze as her gaze drifts down further. Is that a trick of the reflection? Hurriedly, Natasha straightens and looks down at her stomach. It's slight, but it's there. A little bump in her abdomen. She sucks in her stomach, but it keeps its shape.
She turns off the water and dries her hands, accidentally pulling the towel off the rack in her rush. She tosses it onto the counter and places her hands flat on her sides then slides them to meet in the middle of her stomach. They rise slightly before they stop over her belly button. Definitely a bump.
Hand over her mouth, Natasha looks in the mirror and turns to check her profile, to be sure. There it is. A small, round protrusion. The first sign of Jake's birthday baby.
"Jake!" she shouts. "Jake, come here!"
In her excitement, she doesn't realize that screaming for her husband while pregnant might send the wrong signal. "What is it!" There's a commotion in the kitchen and then the sound of Jake's footsteps pounding through the house. "Nat! Sweetheart, are you okay?" he yells. Oh shit, he's going to break his neck thinking she's hurt.
"Wait, I'm fine, but come here!" she calls back. It doesn't sound like he's slowed down. "I'm fine!"
He bursts into the bathroom with a look of panic on his face, hands still covered in flour from making her pancakes. But she's too excited to wait for him to calm down.
"Do you notice something different about me?" she asks giddily, holding her arms out at her sides.
For a long moment, Jake looks like he's still trying to process that he didn't find her in a heap on the floor. Then his eyes drift down her body, and she can't really blame him when they get stuck on her breasts. His face goes bright red, although there's an aroused gleam in his eye. He swallows but doesn't say anything.
She knows why he's silent and finds yet another reason to fall in love with him. Not that she'd dwelled on having a smaller chest much, because it's generally convenient as an aviator, but it was always something that made her self-conscious in bed. Since the night early in their relationship when she'd drunkenly apologized to him for it, Jake has always made sure she knows how much he adores her perfect little chest. Which isn't quite as little anymore.
She giggles and reassures him that he won't hurt her feelings for appreciating the change. "Okay, yes. You can enjoy those later." His face gets even redder. "Besides that, notice anything different?" She turns to the side as a hint.
He drags his gaze lower and the arousal blasts right out of his face. His jaw slackens, and his eyes are bright and already glistening when he looks back up at her. "Is that?" he checks but chokes up.
Natasha bites her lip, feeling tears prick at her own eyes in response to his. She cries at the sight of a dryer sheet on the floor these days so she's not going to be able to withstand him crying. She nods. He takes a step toward her then hesitates, and her heart clenches with guilt. The last time he'd touched her, trying to help while she threw up in a bag in their car, she'd pushed him away and yelled at him to leave her alone. After apologizing for lashing out, she'd miserably told him she needed space and watched as he hid his hurt while promising her he would do whatever she needed.
She reaches out and takes his hand to bring it to her stomach. His touch remains light and uncertain so she steps into it until his large palm lies flat across the bump of their baby. She closes her eyes, feeling the protective warmth and curve of his fingers, dry and slightly rough from the flour still on them. Relief washes over her when she realizes that she's missed his caresses, the tender way his thumb strokes across her skin, the firm pressure of his love expressed in a touch.
A warm drop hits her bare shoulder, and Natasha looks up to see Jake standing over her, tears running freely down the handsome planes of his face. A few get caught in the corners of his trembling smile. "Is that our baby, sweetheart?"
"Yeah," she says softly, her own vision blurry as she thumbs away the tears from his lips before standing on tiptoe to kiss him. "That's our baby, sweetheart."
As hungry as she is, Natasha doesn't want him to leave her yet. She leads him into the shower and settles her back into the curve of his solid chest. They stand under the water, his temple pressed to hers, arms circled around her and hands splayed over the little bulge of their baby.
"Jake?"
He squeezes her then starts to drop his hold, but she catches his arms. "No. I don't want you to let us go."
Jake kisses the curve of her ear. "I won't," he promises.
anna! so happy for you finishing up work, hope you can get some nice relaxing in!
i’d love to see what you can do with 🐈⬛ and bobby OR 👩🏻💻 and phoenix!!<3
Ahhh thank you so much, Ashley! And yes I’ve really had so much time to relax, writing and watching so many movies 💗
Storyteller // Writing with Natasha Headcanons
A picture is worth a thousand words, and Natasha never runs out of any
Pairing Natasha Trace x reader
Theme fluff
Word Count 493
Note Just realizing this is my first time writing for a female character! Also, forgive me if this sounds like it’s all over the place! I was writing these as I was getting ready for my Christmas eve dinner so I didn’t get to spend as much time writing and editing it 😭 but I hope you still enjoy it though!
Aside from the required communication on missions and training, Natasha is one of the pilots that prefers to let her flying do the talking for her
But when she’s on the ground, boy, does she have a way with words
Natasha loves to write
It’s not something she really broadcasts to anyone, but she’s not ashamed of it either
She’s just the type of person who reserves her words for those she wants to share it with
As a child, she always loved reading
From the stories her mom would read to her before bedtime like Stellaluna and Dr. Seuss book
To the chapter books she’d borrow from the library like the Harry Potter and Goosebumps series
So when she got a good comment from her teacher on a story-writing assignment in school, she kept at it as a hobby
She could write anything under the sun, from poetry and short stories to academic papers and articles (she was on her school paper during her junior and senior years)
But she never saw it as a career since she liked the freedom of writing whatever, whenever, and wherever she liked
Once she entered the navy, she kept up her hobby through her private diary entries and the emails she would send to you
Of course, she emailed her family too, mostly telling them she was safe, and some stories she felt were appropriate to share with them
Like the nice cafes she and Bob ate at during their lunch break and how she promises to take them there when they visit
Or the high praise she received from her superiors about her performance from their latest mission
But the emails she sends you are much more colorful
She knows how much you love her storytelling, how she spares no detail and makes it feel like you were right there with her as it happened
Paragraphs on paragraphs of Hangman and Rooster’s latest argument
And Coyote’s Gordon Ramsay-level critique on his latest pastry find
And her girl’s night with Halo, Penny, and Amelia at the Benjamin household
She’ll save some of the more serious stories for when you guys get to call because she doesn’t like you rereading and dwelling on the negative stories (which are also the ones harder for her to write)
In exchange, you email her back everything that’s been happening at home, and these easily become the highlights of her day
When she gets back home, you spot her (sort of) casually greet her fellow aviators goodbye but on the drive back home with you, she’s bursting with energy, never running out of things to share
And before going to bed, you both swap journals—filled from cover to cover with reflections, poems, and real and imagined stories from your time apart—with the pages you want each other to read already doggy-eared
(It was something you learned how to do for her during your first time apart)
When you’re both done reading it, you tuck away the journals on your shared bookshelf that’s reserved for all the notebooks both of you collected and filled in through the years
It warms her heart knowing the two of you share enough stories for a lifetime, and that your life together is definitely one for the books
I thought about spreading the love but... I don't want to.
So I'm back (after some difficult deliberation) kindly asking for holding hands under the table with Pharrow
Sylv, my love. This little blurb is so far out of my comfort zone, and not something I would typically write, but considering this is the third time I got this prompt, I had to shake things up. I hope you like it.
WARNINGS: allusion to infertility, pregnancy mention
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natasha trace x oc
Months of tests, doctor’s appointments, paperwork, and failed attempts had led Natasha and Cecily here. In this office, with the stark white walls and harsh florescent lighting, time had seemed to stop.
Cecily barely heard their doctor speaking, her voice far away and muffled. She geared up for more bitter disappointment, terrified that this was the end of the road–that this just wasn’t in the cards for them.
Natasha squeezed her hand where they were joined under the table, and when Cecily turned her head to look at her wife, the knot in her stomach loosened just a little.
No matter what, they would face this together.
“This is a very long-winded way of saying congratulations,” Dr. Castillo said with a wide smile, placing her pen on the desk.
Cecily didn’t dare hope. “Congratulations?” Her eyes darted to Natasha again before returning to the doctor sitting on the other side of the desk.
“You’re pregnant.”
If Cecily squeezed Natasha’s hand any harder, it was entirely possible she’d break every bone in it. “I’m pregnant?”
The doctor nodded. “Yes.”
Tears formed in Cecily’s eyes as she rose from her seat and turned to Nat, who’d stood up right alongside her. She threw her arms around her wife’s neck and cried tears of unbearable joy into the fabric of her t-shirt.
“We’re gonna have a baby,” Nat whispered into her ear, running her hands up and down Cecily’s back.
Cecily didn’t know how long they stood there embracing. She lost count of how many soothing words Natasha whispered, of how many times she tried to let go but couldn’t.
All she knew was Natasha, herself, and the baby growing inside her.
I’m just gonna scooch in here and pretend like y’all can’t see me. I’ve got a little list of asks.
- Vinnie Paz Smut
- Little Drabble about Natasha “Phoenix” losing her virginity at 19 or 20.
-Vinnie Paz smut
-also congrats on 2K that’s some top tier shit!!!!
—MANAGEMENT
Dear Management,
You guys are relentless with the VP smut...
Here's some Nat for you. This is for my 2k followers party!
Natasha pulled the blanket up to her chin and turned to look at her best friend next to her. Naked. In her bed.
"That was...." he said.
"Awkward," Nat finished for him. They both looked at each other and laughed. Soon their laughter turned into groans. They had come home from college after one semester, both still virgins. So they agreed to sleep together.
Nat turned to face him again. "Not our brightest move."
"Definitely not," he replied sheepishly. "Can I be honest with you?"
"Of course," she promised, discreetly trying to put her underwear back on under the blanket.
"I think.... I think I'm more into guys than girls," he whispered.
Nat's eyes snapped up to meet him. "I think I'm more into girls than guys!"
They both screamed and shared a very naked hug that was less awkward than the sex.
