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You've always been emotional, a softshell, your mother would call you. Nothing to keep you protected from the world throwing hurt at you. You used to cry all the time, until you learned people didn't like attention seekers.

Now the first words out of your mouth, when your heart feels ready to shatter, are "it's nothing, I'm being silly."

It works well for you, dismissing yourself until you can go curl up late at night. Or, it worked well until ghost started staring too long and gaz began to frown at every insistence of being okay.

Now, they insist on hearing your thoughts. No amount of "seriously, I'm overreacting, it's not a big deal–" or "I'm just emotional, it's not anyone's fault–" will get them to stop.

For the first time in years, there's people who want to listen to you even if you're being too emotional. You tell gaz about how insecure you are in the group, how you feel like an outsider looking in, and he starts to intentionally include you in every conversation. You admit to ghost that even the smallest things can make you feel hated, and he outright stops making teasing comments about you.

Thing is, you're still emotional. You get angry, depressed, stressed out and overwhelmed. But all of those "just give me a bit and I'll even out"s turn into you finding one of them before they find you in a worse state.

Two soldiers born into a field where emotions could kill you, and they still sit down to comfort you. You, the softshell hurt too many times. They love you anyways.

“oh, look at you, sweetheart. if i didn’t already know you were knocked up i could figure it out just from looking at your puffy pregnant cunt.”

“soon you’ll be so big that everyone can see what i did to you, but for right now it’s just between us. so good for me, carrying our little secret.”

“you’re already glowing, look how flushed you are.”

“poor thing, are your tits already getting sensitive this early on? i can only imagine how much worse it’s going to get.”

“that’s right, baby, take the cock that knocked you up. take the cock you got yourself good and pregnant on.”

“god your pussy feels even better now that i’ve claimed your womb. it’s like your body knows it’s all mine.”

“of course i’ll finish inside you. not like you can get any more pregnant than you already are.”

Weird

Uncomfortable

You slowly crawl out of bed, the nightgown John had bought you brushing against your thighs. It was a simple plain slip, just like all the others, but it always made you feel cute. Special. John didn't ask if you had wanted the nightgowns. He had just bought them for you; he didn't ask if you wanted your steak cut up; he just made sure it was when he gave it to you.

Just like he didn't ask if you needed a babysitter for the weekend; he had just left one with you.

"Uncle Nik!" You squeal once you see him, leaning lazily against the kitchen counter as he drinks his tea. He chuckles when you all but pounced on him, arms wound tight around his neck. "I didn't know you were coming to visit!"

"Your Dad didn't tell you?" He presses his hand to your lower back, slowly wandering down. He squeezes your bottom, letting out a disappointed sigh when he realizes you aren't wearing any panties. "Do you always sleep bare?" He murmurs as he flips up the back of your nightgown, relishing in the squeak you let out.

"It's summer, Nik! I get sweaty at night." You protest, gasping when he spreads your cheeks apart. "Uncle Nik, stop.." You whimper in embarrassment, breath hitching when his calloused finger trails between your folds.

"Does your Dad know you sleep bare? All exposed like a dirty girl?" He chuckles as he slowly flicks your clit back and forth with his index finger. "That you cling onto your uncle with a wet cunt, already ready for taking?" He grabs your head, forcing you to stare at him.

"Sometimes Dad wants to have me when he can't sleep." You admit, shoot up onto your toes when he pinches your clit roughly. He forces his knee between your legs, leaning up against the counter for leverage. Your clit brushes roughly against the fabric of his jeans, one of his fingers prodding at your hole.

"Still doesn't explain why you cling to your Dad's best friend with no panties on. Did you want me to do this? Hmm? To treat you like the dirty girl you are?" Your breath hitches when two of his fingers press deep inside you. The burn of the stretch was perfect, a small moan breaking free from your throat.

"Mm, I was right." He chuckles, fingers pumping faster as he grinds your hips down onto his thigh. "I'll make sure you remember to put your panties on before you leave your room, yeah? What if your brothers had been here? Would you have flaunted yourself for them as well?"

"No! No, Uncle Nik!" You plea as you writhe in his grip. He was unrelenting, fingers pressing against your sweet spot brutally. You clench around his fingers as an oragsm ripples through you, soaking the denim underneath you.

“hey, pete, what’s goin’ on?”

“have you heard anything about—“ peter pauses when he hears a muffled whimper over the line “what was that?”

“don’t worry about it.” frank gruffs, fingers hitting the back of your throat as he fixes you with a warning look, though the corners of his mouth threaten to twitch up in a smirk. “have i heard anything about what?”

he listens as peter talks n you still your hips in an attempt to stay quiet but frank covers the speaker and growls “i didn’t tell you to stop.”

once he finally hangs up (“I never heard’a that, kid. Better ask your other superhero buddies.”) he grips your chin, fingers hooked on your lower teeth, and bobbles your head. “Can’t stay quiet for one minute, can you?”

“N-no, sir,” you garble around his fingers, “not when—“

“Not when what?” He rasps, voice lilting higher to movk your whiny tone. “Not when my fat dick’s stuffed in your pussy? Huh?” He bounces his legs, making his cock jostle inside you and cute little grunts escape your throat. “Not when you’re riding me like a bat outta hell?”

“B-both” you stutter out