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bwabys-scenarios · 6 months

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I want you to eat well

Vampire!Kurapika x Fem!Reader

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warnings: Kurapika eats you out while you’re on your period, rough sex, creampie, breeding

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Kurapika was attacked by humans and fled into the forest. He collapses near a cottage he thinks is abandoned, but it’s yours!

You walk out and just panic!! There’s a bleeding man by the treeline!!

You rush out, and all he can think is how easy it would be to pin you down and drain you dry. He assumes you’re there to finish the job, so prepares to strike… that is until he sees you crying.

“Oh my god, are you okay? I’m going to help you, just stay conscious, okay?”

He blinks. Do you see that he has red eyes? Fangs? That he’s cold to the touch and his blood is almost black? No, you don’t. You’re too busy half carrying, half dragging this man into your house.

He doesn’t think he’s ever been treated so gently before, not even when he was human. You sit him down, pushing back his hair to wash off his face with a rag before bandaging his(slowly healing) wounds. He can’t help but sigh dreamily when you tuck him into your bed, humming as you watch over him.

“What is your name, girl?”

You tilt your head. He’s the same age as you, you think, why is he calling you a girl. “Oh, I’m (Name).”

“(Name)? That’s beautiful.”

You can’t help your cheeks heating up, going about your task of preparing a meal. He’s very handsome, almost alluring.

Over the next few days, your guest doesn’t eat a single bite of food, and you notice he seems to be getting weaker. He still hasn’t given you his name, you’ve started calling him “dear”.

“Hello, dear. Are you feeling hungry today?”

He’s sitting up in bed, a bandage wrapped around his head. He gives you that pretty smile, his fangs glinting in the moonlight. “I’m sorry, (Name), but I cannot eat anything you make me.”

That’s what he says every time. You pout, sitting on the bed next to him. “Come on, there has to be something I can make you! I’m no stranger to cooking!”

He sighs. You’re sweet, awfully kind to a man that had planned to end your life before he got to know you. “No, what I need is something you cannot provide.”

You leave after changing his bandages, cooing softly. “Aww, you’re almost healed! You’ve been such a nice guest, I’ll miss you when you leave…”

The mentioning of him leaving makes him tense. This brief time with you has been some of the best of his life.

The next few days pass by, and you come in that morning with a grimace on your face. “Hello, dear. Sorry I’m late, I’m… unwell.”

“Unwell?”

Your guest seems worried, his hand lifting to cup your cheek. “What is it that ails you, (Name)?”

And before you can answer, a heavenly aroma fills the air.

Blood.

Kurapika feels his fangs dig into his lip as he holds himself back from pouncing on you.

“Well… um…” you seem flustered, and he finds it cute how you fidget with your pajama shirt, glancing up at him. “It’s my time of the month.”

Instead of looking disgusted or embarrassed he seems… intrigued.

He gestures for you to sit with with. “You mean… you’re currently bleeding?”

You’re embarrassed to be talking about this to basically a stranger, but you nod.

He hums, red eyes taking your form in hungrily. Kurapika was a virgin, a man that had lived far away from society since he was turned into a vampire at the age of 23. He hadn’t been around a woman in a long time, and he had to admit, he had been feeling some… urges.

He places a hand on your thigh, eyes half lidded as he stares at you. “You know, (Name), I do find you… quite gorgeous.”

Your face heats up, your legs rubbing against each other. He smirks, knowing women are more sensitive during their menstrual cycle.

“O-oh. That’s sweet of you to say.”

You pat his hand, giving him that pretty smile of yours. You get up to move, but his iron grip on your thigh keeps you still.

“This may sound a bit forward of me, but I have to ask. Have you ever lain with a man before?”

You stare at him slack jawed, face hot. “L-lain… do you mean sex?”

He nods, tilting his head. “Your answer?”

“N-no. I have not.”

He hums, eyes staring in between your legs so intensely you cross them.

“Would you like to?”

He’s having trouble controlling himself, the blanket falling down around him as he crawls towards you, those pretty red eyes staring into yours. It’s hard to look away, especially when he’s inching closer and closer to your lips.

“You’re cute, and such a sweet girl. Would you mind if I… tasted you?”

His cheeks are pink, eyes half lidded as he sniffs your neck, before leaning back and placing a kiss on your lips.

He’s gentle, lips cold against yours as he pins you with ease. You don’t complain, wrapping your arms around him as he shoves his tongue into your mouth.

“At least… at least tell me your name before this goes any further…”

You pout up at him, the man almost cooing with how cute you are.

“It’s Kurapika. I hope you’ll remember it, (Name).”

You nod. “Kurapika… that’s such a pretty name, I’ve never heard one like it before.”

He pulls your shirt over your head, eyes on your bare chest. “It’s a cultural name, one from a clan long forgotten.”

He kneads your breasts, marveling at the softness of them. “Soft, and so warm…”

You hiss slightly as his cold hands slip down your body, until they’re pulling down your pajama pants. “H-hey! Wait! I’m-“

“I know, (Name). You being on your menstrual cycle is the exact reason I want this.”

He pulls off your pants and panties in one go, cooing at the sight in front of him.

“How delicious.”

You squeeze your legs shut, eyes gone wide. “D-delicious? How could this b…”

He glances up at you with those red eyes, resting his chin against your knee. “You know, I find your innocence rather adorable, but I’ll clue you in, angel.”

He extends his fangs, a little confused when instead of reacting with fear, you react with acceptance. “Ahhh, okay, that makes sense.”

He doesn’t question your strange statement, now prying open your legs with ease.

“Now that you know, will you let me feed? This could really help me feel better, (Name).”

He kisses your thigh, his red eyes boring into yours. You pout a little, but cup his cheek. He leans into your touch, surprised at his own actions. “I guess… if it’ll help you feel better…”

You don’t need to say another word, he’s already burying his face between your legs.

At first he devours any blood he can get his tongue on. When he runs out, he realizes he’ll need to really put in the effort to make you secrete more.

He glances up to watch for your reaction when he swirls his tongue around your clit, earning a gasp. Kurapika blinks when your hands bury themselves in his hair, pulling him in the right direction. “K-Kurapika!”

He purrs against you, pumping a finger in and out of your bloody cunt as he sucks on your clit. “Like that, angel?”

He’s almost embarrassed at how hard he’s gotten from hearing your moans and feeling your fingers tug at his hair. “Yes! More please!”

And he gives you more, inserting another finger. “You’re delicious, (Name). If I knew a woman’s menstrual blood tasted this good, I would have done this much sooner…”

You whimper, pouting down at him. “W-well I’m glad it’s with me first…”

“Oh, (Name)…”

He pulls his fingers from your cunt, licking them clean. “I intend for you to be the only woman I ever feed from like this.”

This makes both your pussy and heart thump. “Really? Hahh!”

You don’t have much time to think, his tongue is already inside of you again. Now he’s tongue fucking you as he rubs circles into your clit.

“Those pretty little sounds of yours have my body reacting in such embarrassing ways, (Name)…”

He looks up at you again, blood dripping down his chin. “Would it be alright if I took your virginity, (Name)? I’m a creature of the night, would you lay with me, knowing that?”

You nod, running your fingers through his hair. “Yes… you may be a vampire, b-but I-“

You gasp, feeling his tongue wiggle inside of you. “I know you’re a- hnn… a good man!”

He almost feels his undead heart thump against his chest. You’re making him swoon, and it’s not just your sweet blood he’s craving.

He has you cumming on his tongue, surprised on how much he enjoys the taste of your cum mixed with blood.

He wipes the blood from his chin, crawling on top of you. “My sweet girl, so warm…”

You feel his cock prod against you, your hips bucking against him. “P-put it in please! Need you!”

You’re so needy, tears beading at the corners of your eyes as he coos. “Shhh, shh, you’ll have what you want soon. You’ve been such a good girl, allowing me to feed to my hearts content. I’ll take care of you, alright?”

You nod, the blonde satisfied with your obedience. He prods his cock against your cunt, delighting in the fact that your blood makes it easier for him to slide in.

You gasp when he bottoms out, legs wrapping around his waist. He stays like that for just a moment before pulling all the way out and slamming back in.

He takes you like an animal, pounding into your pussy until you see stars. He tries so hard to be gentle, but his head has gone fuzzy with pleasure.

You don’t seem to mind though, you pull him into a kiss, causing him to come back to reality and melt into your embrace, his hips smacking against yours.

He glances down, dipping a finger to your cunt, lapping up the blood that collected on his finger.

“So so pretty, angel. So pretty when I fuck into you like this…”

His fangs brush against your neck, but he doesn’t bite you. No no no, he won’t do that. Not to his now mate. No, he’ll only drink from your pussy, a taste he would soon become addicted to.

When he cums inside you, he doesn’t pull out for a while. He’s not sure if he’s still able to produce children, but if he can, he wishes to get you pregnant, and soon. Though, he’ll be upset when his favorite snack isn’t available for nine months.

Kurapika pulls you into his arms, keeping you plugged up with his cock. “Tonight, I will take you again and again, so rest for now, my love.”

He plants kisses on your neck, before resting his chin on your head.

He’s so sweet, waking up and cooking you a healthy, iron rich meal. It’s not JUST because he wants you to produce as much blood for him as possible. No, Kurapika has fallen in love, and he’s not letting you go anytime soon.

You’re his now, his mate, his lover, his.

“Kurapika…”

You stumble into the kitchen, body weak and tired from his rough thrusting. He rushes over to settle you down into a chair, cupping your cheek. “What is it my love? Was I too rough? Are you hurt?”

You shake your head. “No, no I’m just really hungry, that smells amazing!”

He sighs. “I’m glad you are alright. I may not be able to eat human food, but cooking is something I am efficient with.”

He sets an omelette in front of you, paired with rice. “It’s a spinach omelette. Enjoy, angel.”

He watches you eat from across the table, absolutely smitten.

He follows you around throughout the day, watching as you do various chores. Now that he’s… fed from you, he has more energy to help, though he can’t go outside due to the sun.

“My love, is it strange that I am excited for night to come? I must admit I am desperate for another taste of you…”

He has you sat in his lap, nose brushing against your neck. He seems to enjoy your scent, constantly shoving his nose into your neck.

“No, it’s okay, I want you to eat well. I care about you.”

His leg bounces, his excitement evident. “Truly? It is not wrong for me to feel this way? To want you in this way?”

He doesn’t seem to have noticed that he’s bouncing you on his leg, causing your face to heat up.

He nuzzles into your neck again placing sweet kisses. “I love you, I apologize for not saying it sooner, but I feared your rejection. You’re a beautiful woman, and I feel I may now need you.”

You can barely hear him, breasts bouncing slightly at the intensity of his movements. “Hhhnn, Kurapika.”

He sniffs the air, tilting his head. “You’re aroused? Why?”

He glances down to see his leg is between your legs, knee pressing against your pussy as he bounces you up and down. “Oh.”

He grins against your neck, the feeling of his fangs brushing against your skin making you mewl. “Oh? Is my angel too needy to wait for tonight?”

Kurapika’s head stays between your legs for the next few hours, being thoroughly fed by his precious mate!

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leewonkyeom · 5 months

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027: entering private property in 3... 2... 1

light a flame [27/51]

☆ summary: when your roommate quits his job at the coffee shop you frequent you never imagined the new guy would be hot or even your type. to make matters worse you both study law at the same university.

your friends to try to convince you to get together with him. you try to convince them you just find him really nice... but are you able to convince yourself?

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y/n, mingyu

yn: hi, mingyu. what's up?

mg: WHAT DO YOU MEAN "what's up?

yn: you called me, didn't you?

mg: oh. that's right. so you really don't know?

yn: know what?

mg: what's "hbg"s real name?

yn: oh come on. i've probably told you a million times

mg: you have not

yn: sure, i have?

mg: is it wonwoo or jihoon?

yn: who's jihoon?

mg: his roommate

yn: is he?

mg: ask him

yn: yeah, sure. i'll just waltz into his bathroom while he's showering to ask him... wait. he's done. wait two seconds

mg: okay?

[...]

yn: how did you know what his roommate's name is? that is super creepy

mg: because... he's also MY roommate

yn: you're fucking with me

mg: i'm not. that's why i called. i recognized my own living room

yn: wait. aren't you at seokmin's?

mg: yes. why?

yn: SOONYOUNG IS FEEDING YOU INFORMATION TO FUCK WITH ME

mg: what?

yn: it's the only logical explanation. we would have known if you knew wonwoo

mg: only we did not. he's my best friend. yn i'm serious

yn: *laughter* no way... i'm texting seokmin

mg: go ahead

yn: i still don't believe you

mg: go check my room

yn: i can't go into a strangers room!

mg: it's not. it's mine

yn: if you describe this place with enough detail, i'll do it

mg: if you go into the hallway, the one with the bathroom at the end of it... it's the only hallway really. it's the second door on the left

yn: you're not mixing up your lefts and rights?

mg: i'm sure

yn: okay. entering private property in 3... 2... 1 *click*

mg: you see?

[...]

yn: aww, you have a picture of you, me and seokmin on your desk!

mg: shit... i forgot about that

yn: no, it's cute. don't worry about it. i'm sorry i didn't believe you, mingyu, but are you really that unobservant?

mg: apparently. no wonder seungkwan knew...

yn: what?

mg: oh nothing. by the way, if you need somewhere to sleep tonight, you can borrow my room

yn: thank you! i'll change the sheets and leave your stuff alone, so don't worry

mg: i wasn't worried before now...

yn: SHIT!

mg: what's happening?

yn: wonwoo's wondering where i am. i have to explain this to him... love you. bye!!

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f10werfae · 1 year

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Bunny, all warm n’ fuzzy

pairing: Chris Evans x GF!Short!Reader

summary: chris evans x short! reader +breeding + daddy kink+ overstimulation/smut where they are having sex but are trying new positions because some can get uncomfortable due to how short the reader is compared to Chris (2 Requests by Anon)

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“Come on honey, cuddle up into daddy, keep ya all nice n' warm” Chris whispered kissing the shell of Y/n’s ear, feeling her grind her ass further into his hardened cock as he spooned her. One of his arms wrapped around his woman’s waist while the other held tightly onto one of her breasts, softly kneading it.

“feel all warm and fuzzy” Y/n whimpered, her head going all foggy at the feeling of her boss’ hands venturing underneath her sopping wet underwear, his thick fingers softly caressing her sensitive folds. Who knew that taking a new job as a secretary, would lead to a newfound romance.

“Yeah? maybe I can make you feel even better baby, Daddy found some new ways to play with ya” Chris whispered pulling off her flimsy excuse of underwear. The first time they had some fun loving, let’s just say it was a bit difficult with the size difference. So Chris took it upon himself to do some digging, he was determined to fuck her little pussy, and he was going to do it good.

“Really? b-but last time-“ Y/n said, feeling so helpless as Chris manhandled her into one hell of a compromising position. Settling himself against the headboard, Chris set down Y/n onto his lap facing him, her legs instantly caging in around him to keep him close.

“Is this comfy enough for ya bunny? you wanna try and fit all of daddy’s cock?” Chris said muffled, his tongue busy licking strips up her neck and into her mouth.

“Mhm, wan’ it all, I can take it” Y/n moaned sliding her wet pussy up and down his length, her swollen pussy lips giving his cock a sweet suffocating hug. Chris couldn’t help but growl at the sight of his sweet girl just playing herself dumb on his cock, pulling down the front of her tank top just enough to let her perky tits pop out.

Lifting her up easily, Y/n’s newly painted nails guided her boyfriend’s cock into her throbbing sex, both of them hissing at the amazing sensation.

“O-oh wow, feel so full daddy” Y/n moaned out, her legs interlocking behind his back, her hands clutching onto the curls adorning his tattooed chest; his eyes never leaving her face once. She is just too beautiful and pure.

“You fit me like a fuckin’ glove baby, jus’ made for each other” Chris watched as Y/n bounced herself up and down his cock, her mouth agape, drool coming out of her mouth at the amount of ecstasy. Filthily Chris leant up and licked up her drool covered chin, his tongue meeting hers in a hot wet kiss, with him swallowing her moans, and her his.

“I-i’m gonna cum Chrissy, I feel it right here”

Y/n shouted grabbing Chris' larger hand and placing it right above her pussy where his cock was repeatedly poking through her soft kissable skin, he was just too big. “You feel me up there? you’re just too little for me Y/n, how are you going to carry our babies?”

At the thought of Chris filling her up her fertile womb, Y/n couldn’t control it and felt herself squirt all over Chris’ cock and stomach; her body writhing before collapsing onto his chest. Her nipples sensitive and hard against his rough chest hair, his hands going up to tangle in her hair to pull her in for another kiss, his lips biting onto her bottom one.

“Did the thought of me gettin' you pregnant make you cum honey?” Chris chuckled gently grabbing her and putting her onto all fours, another new position they were about to try for the first time.

“Yes daddy, fill my hole with your cum, feel you so deep inside me baby” Y/n muffled into the pillow beneath her head, one of Chris' hands massaging her ass cheeks, running his thumb around her tight puckered ass hole; something he was going to get up to someday.

“I can’t wait to watch your belly grow, i’m going to pump you full until it’s running out of you baby; i’m gonna keep my cum inside of you to make sure it fuckin sticks. Your tits are going to be so beautiful filled with milk, gah i’m just in love with you bunny, maybe gonna keep you pregnant for your wedding dress yeah?”

Chris continued on his mission of taunting and praising his woman, her yelps filling the room with every thrust, her shouts of ‘yes’ to every single one of Chris’ dirty words. Spitting onto his hand, he leant forward and found himself rubbing harsh shapes on her jutted out clit, her voice breaking as the pain felt so good. The overstimulation was hitting her hard, this was the best she’d ever felt.

“Fuck yes Chris baby, give me a baby honey, show everyone around us how full I am of you. Hell maybe you can even show me off to that dick Dylan at the office” Y/n laughed crazily remember the poor excuse of a man who had stalked her around work, which lead to her falling safe into Chris' arms. Weird right?

“Ohoho honey you are so dirty, my fucking woman” Chris growled feeling his cock start to twitch at the feeling of her tight walls surrounding him, Y/n had already came like a broken fountain all over him once again. Their bed now soaked with her juices as he continued to toy with her clit, chasing his own orgasm like a wild animal.

Y/n turned her head to the side to smirk at the man, his lip held beneath his teeth as she blew him a kiss, soon enough emptying his heavy balls into her waiting cunt. It better fucking stick.

“Bunny you okay?” Chris asked softer, wincing as he slowly pulled his limp dick out, her hips wiggling at the loss of touch. Pouting she pushed him onto his back to straddle his hips, slowly pushing him back in her within seconds,

“Makin’ sure it sticks, daddy” She giggled lazily, bending down to peck his lips slowly, moving to his neck and jaw. Nuzzling her head into his neck, with her heartbeat over his, Chris whispered a quick ‘ I love you baby’ Kissing the side of her head with his hands rubbing on her back affectionately, feeling Y/n relax under his touch.

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plasticfangtastic · 6 months

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American Royalty. Ch. 10

A Homelander X F! Reader/Dadlander fanfic.

A/N: sorry for the delay, I wrote another fic and that ate my time, hope y'all like the chapter, there's only 3 chapters left and the epilogue and now that kinktober its done I should be able to post the remaining chapters on time, if ya like to be on the taglist plz leave a comment with a request. prev. chapter here:

Tags: mild gore, angst, slow burn, fluff, oc characthers, child neglect, dadlander, romance, some spicy and murder.

Chapter Ten

Reconsidering

A lavish prison.

More rooms than ideas to fill them with– mere latrines for kisch.

Floors that screamed ugly opulence, the kind that made you yearn for the simplicity of owning nothing, of forced minimalism... or tasteful decor.

When you cracked your neck to witness the enormity of the seven story mansion (not counting the cellar basement and the terrace) the price tag had frightened you to the core more than the height, making you feel more than inadequate in visitation, as you had come in jeans and an ironic t-shirt to accompany him (not that you had a choice)-- as Homelander pulled you around from floor to floor, forcing you to walk alongside him from beige rooms to white rooms, past rich dark wood doors. So heavy they hurt your wrist, you worried for your future.

These were the things you could only witness in pictures.

“I hate the carpet.” He said coyly, trying to stand close to you without frightening you.

Looking down at the rug you’ve taken your shoes off for-- it was luxurious, it was nice for the somewhat dark library, the smell of curated cedar and walnut genuinely intoxicating. From a second glance it matched his taste in your mind, but you guess he was a lot more finicky than he already was– perhaps it wasn’t soft enough for him, you thought.

“I'd rather we just have the floors bare– it’ll be easier to clean.”

“Concerned about the maids already?”

“Maids?”

“Honey, you don’t think I expect you to clean this thing by yourself?” He gave you a playful pat in the back– even with superspeed you’ll wear yourself out…”

The real estate agent who kept rubbernecking at your direction, raised his eyebrow as he saw how stiff you were next to your fiance.

Pressing yourself against the aged stone of the terrace fence, the city seemed so far away as you looked down from so high up, wondering if you could fall quick enough, if he would catch you right on time or make it easy for himself and play the tragic broken hearted hero. The cold breeze kissed your temples as you processed the jarring passage of time.

Kaleem, his wife Alessia and your co-worker Chrissie dropped what they were doing when you broke the news that you’ve gotten engaged, they’ve already gotten it from the breaking news report and online but actually hearing it out of your mouth cemented it, it wasn’t a lookalike sharing your name marrying Homelander! But you! Their hardworking and worn out cook.

Who never once mentioned him before, who never described your baby daddy, who gave no hints… yet to them who thought were your friends–if not confidants, felt betrayed.

They were friends of yours but the fear of Homelander’s and Vought had been so great you never wanted to disclose who’s Helena’s father was to anybody, they had formed very strong opinions over the time they’ve known you but at the sight of half a dozen black suits entering their pizza shop– you probably would have never been able to tell them on your terms, anyways.

You had no choice now but to divulge.

After having been made to lose a day’s work and being informed they would have to agree to some sketchy stuff regarding selling your situation to the public, you owed them an explanation– at least the financial compensation for their cooperation was generous.

Right now you were a stranger.

You told a version of your story, adding to what they already knew, like everybody else their image of Homelander was firmly cemented after 20 years of exposure to the bastard, it was hard to view ‘The Nation’s Favorite Dad’ was the one who threw you on the streets, nobody spoke much while you melted into the booth, your sight so far away, as the light’s buzz drilled into your brain.

“Is the dick at least good?” Chrissie slurped loudly on her coke– I mean go get your bag bitch, just don’t let him make you sign a prenup and when you get divorce take half his shit.”

“Slightly above mid… his mouth tho…” You did smile there.

“Is it little?”

“I wish… shit hurts. Can’t sit straight afterwards... he's just so quick! Thank god his mouth isn't just good at speeches” You chuckle dryly.

Chrissie began spacing her fingers until you rolled your eyes in embarrassment, poor Kaleem sat in his corner pretending to be blind.

You both shared an ugly snorting laugh, cackling from the absurdity of the situation.

“You wouldn’t be the first woman to marry for benefits– trust me I seen a lot of ‘90 day fiance’ and my aunt Lucia’s been married to my uncle for 32 years– she met him a month before the wedding and only for the green card.”

“32 years?” That was dreadful.

Alessia was quite relaxed about the whole ordeal, if anything it was the most stimulating thing that had happened in recent years and seeing a six-year- old tutor her teenage son was exhilarating.

“She said he has a big dick and uncle works the night shift… works great for her– pretty sure 2 of their 7 kids are his”

“Is this the aunt Lucia that came and did our light fixtures? I feel sorry for your uncle.” Chrissie said.

“Yes– she's happy, and don’t be… Uncle Frank may have a whole other family in Mexico, but that’s a whole other business.” She said loudly– look you had it rought, and fuck him. I thought killing the dude at that rally was a bit much, but dumping you in the streets– way worse than murder! Look, we got three kids and if this dumbass died on me– I don’t know how I would cope and if some hot rich asshole asked me to marry him… I might ‘cuz college ain't cheap.” You could laugh, watching Kaleem agreeing he would do the same if she died– Homelander is cute and has money. You said it yourself– you don’t have to love him. He’ll meet somebody else and end it, but Helena it’s your main priority here not him, and I mean after everything you’ve been thru you deserve to cruise thru life.``

“I don’t think John is going to let me fuck around…” You groaned, resting your head on your forearm as you sunk deeper– I don’t have to be happy, right?”

“It’s overrated.” Chrissie said– Helena would probably finish college by 12, and that if she takes her time.”

“Thank you guys for encouraging me in my new ‘Sugar Baby’ journey– I always knew I had it in me to be an amazing hoe.”

It wasn’t what you wanted to hear… to them who just like you had to break their backs to keep the roof over their heads, it was an enviable golden opportunity and in this economy one couldn’t really afford to miss out on such opportunities…

“Just pretend you like him if he’s ever around, I guess.” you mention.

“It’s gonna be hard ‘cuz I like Noir more.” Chrissie says leaning across the table to pat your shoulders.

So here you were admiring the Upper East Side, in the nicest street, in a coveted building that he had every desire in the world to make you ‘Lady of the House’, it was beyond extravagant it even had an elevator… so there was some appeal.

Ashley followed him like a lap dog as he listed a billion much needed remodeling decisions to bring back the home into the office spaces by force, in case he decided to purchase the edifice.

“So you like it? This is the fifth house we’ve seen… you said you wanted a yard and space.”

“Needs more plants… is a great location…” you said softly, still looking down, pretending to not notice Ashley was writing that down too.

“But do you love it?” he pressed rubbing your shoulders– we can still get the penthouse… even if it's only four bedrooms but great open concept! Or the condo right in front of Central park– but that one is only 3 bedrooms which might tamper with our plans… although the one in 63 street, classy and it has a cinema.”

He kissed your forehead, after speaking quickly.

“Do you love it?” You asked, fixing his hair once he got too close to you– this will be your home too.”

“Is pre-war” He whines playfully– is so pretty… the brownstone… the history…” He gives you the most pathetic attempt of ‘puppy eyes’ you’ve ever seen, a smile creeps onto your face without permission which he takes graciously– I can see us here.”

“You’re not hanging a giant american flag anywhere in this house!”

“A small one?” He pouts.

“In your office… and it better be small, John.” You rested your head on his chest– The kitchen… is awful.”

He was touchy, your skin numb to his touch at this point, he wanted to kiss you and hold you until you cherished him, but he wouldn’t force it.

You just had to keep smiling and thwart most of his approaches, but you know if you gave him just enough affection he would be unable to notice the wicked game you were playing– forcing him to move at your dictated pace, to keep him on his toes yearning that you would turn and pamper him, never knowing if his affections were welcomed or not, but knowing you gave yours to him and he welcomed it.

You could see Ryan and Helena growing up happy, and safe.

You and those two children sitting by the fireplace, enjoying hot chocolate and opening Christmas presents.

You would in fact not choose this house just to spite the man, who had fallen in love with his grand vision– not that the chosen house was worse, just one floor shorter, just as massive as the other and still in a great location… so Homelander didn’t complain too much… just a little.

The boxes increased but there was still so much to fill up, even with his stuff it wasn’t enough to fill the gaps… he would not spare you from the American flags, tragically as it sounds.

At least it was framed and matched the decor of the gallery and dining room. As you unpacked and watched the movers bring the beds while the kids argued about who kept which floor– Helena demanded the fourth floor already making executive decision to turn the empty rooms into labs and offices for her future endeavors, while Ryan wanted to be normal child and stay in the same floor as his sibling, ultimately pushed to the fifth floor after multiple rounds of rock-paper-scissors, and a paternal mediator who said they had to settled it with another round of games which sadly Ryan lost.

After a laborious day, you two just sheepishly laughed as you stared at your bedroom, both leaning against each other as you laughed, staring at the wooden cross dividing the two beds and matching nightstands– all so very circa 50’s catholic chic.

You two just laughed about how absurd this was in execution, a part of you wished to just put the beds together instead of making your great-grandmother proud.

“Y’know we could’ve fit two kings in here…” He said while staring at the space.

“I thought you wanted me close-by.”

“Double’s were the perfect choice.” He replied quickly.

It took weeks before you reached a boiling point with your live-in situation, to see him walk around your home in that stupid suit, his mind longing for the familiarity of his abandoned penthouse was frustrating, he himself didn't expect to miss it either– He felt like a guest that refused to leave instead of your fake fiancee, this wasn’t him staying overnight at your previous domicile levels of awkward, that had been a challenge on its own, even if now you skipped the pillow walls and sleeping on the floor… God knows how many times he picked your unconscious self up from the ground and laid you to bed, while he sat next to you reading a book in the dark– this was an alien living in your house calling himself the owner.

Before you knew it your heart stung as you dragged the two kids to the nearest Target to bulk buy the man some loungewear, both from exasperation and as request from his son who mentioned he didn’t really own much clothes, and what little he did own he didn't feel like washing every 2 days just to chill around the house... and as his future wife you gave yourself automatic permission to buy him clothes… just anything that would get him out of that suit.

Ryan had never been to many stores before, much less a Target, it hurt a tad to see him fascinated by the colorful aisles and the abundance of people…knowing he had grown in a compound, the mother in you just wanted to squeeze him and apologies for it all, but you instead just squeezed the handle bars and let him pick snacks that caught his fancy.

It was hilarious that you would find yourself doing this again– back then buying for him had been difficult, he wore very little but he liked your input, he simply wore what you told him, but after so long you had no idea what he liked anymore– this wasn’t food… this wasn’t easy… so the plainest sets were your best bet.

There was something fresh about this, as you perused the aisles with the kids in tow, thinking of buying him some jeans and clean button ups, Ryan picking up colorful socks while Helena opted to pick him a shirt just to fit in.

You had fun, you looked forward to sprousing his wardrobe, watching this scene play out made you feel as if you were normal, until somebody took your photo at the checkout in your least flattering angle.

It took another week before he opened up to being undressed and exposed in cheap pajama pants and white t-shirts, it would take three weeks for him to do so without being told to– plus enough complaints about people trying to photograph them after seeing the Homelander lounge in the terrace, served as added motivation.

You told yourself it wasn’t too bad to cohabitate, as you saw him slowly get more and more comfortable in his new environment, as you watched him become softer with your kids, as you found yourself having pleasant breakfasts, found yourself being welcomed home and conversed over coffee about your day or his day– not even bringing up his concerns about you still choosing to work in Lucci when you could do so much better too often, giving up on teasing you with buying you a restaurant, or upcoming publicity stunts when you weren’t in the mood to listen to the drivel.

Staring down from the roof garden looking at the brownstone buildings around and the pale light, pleased by the subtle fragrance of flowers behind you, he seemed so normal as you watched him from across the coffee table.

He kept sipping on his latte looking miffed before turning around and asked about why Elmo had been staying over for the last 3 days, to which you reminded him he sent his dads to sort some business in Singapore.

“Does he have no other family?” He thought of Singapore– it was quite urgent… they decided to fuck us up.”

“You and them booked them for acting classes plus they have their first suit fittings tomorrow… easier for them to leave Elmo here and have us take care of that– they’re a team-up. They should be close.”

“I know! But why does he have to sleep here? He’s a boy.” He seemed concerned.

“‘Cuz we got the space…?”

“It doesn’t seem appropriate.”

“Oh you freak.”

He was still stiff around the edges but you could bear with it, as you saw him and Helena bond you knew your daughter was handling him well– your target was Ryan now.

You asked him to help you around the kitchen more, taking your time to teach him without pressure, scolding his father when he acted like it was undignified of him to help around the kitchen and forced him to eat whatever he'd made, making him feel proud when he took charge of dinner even if it was slightly too salty at times and his impenetrable skin resulted in chipped knives…

You helped him make those cute films and took him out to the cinema, buying him books on the subject, encouraging him to join art clubs, to try as many extracurriculars he was interested in and to ignore his father as he pushed Ryan to join sport related clubs, when all he wanted was to make dioramas with his new found friends, instead.

Homelander didn’t have any issues with Helena for her selections were sparse, just the chess club, and some science club she was quickly losing interest in… if anything he was being pushy about piano– and god knows how he managed to bring that piano to the fifth floor without breaking anything.

Is not as if she was already taking too much in-between physics, science and math classes… and working casually at Vought, but he didn’t seem to care. Helena assured you she could handle it, telling you to focus on your tasks without worry and you listened.

Ryan liked your support, it helped you get closer as you allowed his friends to enter the house for his little projects, he liked when you twisted his father’s ear to let him be just in case he began to disapprove, he began to trust you.

Helena wasted her afternoons in the office between daycare, superhero training and shadowing her father or Ashley, reading his meeting notes, writing them for him, or as he called it assisting him, learning about the company and the labs from her privileged position– the whispers of curious passerby wondered why Homerlander would keep his daughter so close, it had taken the building by surprise to learn that this little girl had been his child all along even if rumors had spread prior… but the once cute anomaly began to gain a insidious reputation in the underbelly of this company, something that made them more uneasy than just her strange demeanor from before.

“What’s that on your dress?” You noticed a brown stain on the hem of her dress.

“Iodine.” She said while taking her clothes off, Homelander said nothing as he picked after her.

Homelander gave you a stiff smile as he scrunched the clothes into a ball before your kid ran up towards the bathroom, mentioning she’s a tad clumsy with the equipment as he walked past you.

You didn’t need to know that the duet had some quality father-daughter time to the misfortune of some lab rat.

He stared at the chunky bloodstain sliding down the wall.

“I can explain.” She panted, staring at her work as her eyes spun around the room.

“It’s pretty obvious what happened, no?” He said stepping on top of the unidentified– "I'll have somebody come clean it up, darling.”

“You’re not mad?” She asked, genuinely nervous, fidgeting with her fingers as her head throbbed.

“Why did you kill him?” He stared at the smashed patty with curiosity.

“He resisted termination… forcing me to defend myself… he took my assistant.”

Homelander looked at the other corpse and its mangled remains, spilling around her boots.

“Why?” He spoke with a boor.

“Self-defense.”

“You took your time doing it… you could have cut his oxygen supply and killed him in a few minutes, instead you” He kicked a shattered bone– made it agonizing.”

“Tch… if he attacked me I would’ve lost control of the bubble…” She gasped lightly trying to kill the headache inside her– the math… the math makes sense. My formulas make sense. But it's them… these samples aren’t fit, they aren’t meant to be like us. They are worthless!”

She leans towards the wall, smacking her forehead against the wall full force, Homelander jumps on his heel but doesn’t reach her as she mutters incoherent curses under her breath, his hand stop just inches from her.

“This one wasn’t too bad… I thought I cracked it but then I noticed…” Helena was pensive looking at images he wasn’t privy to, as she spoke with a light airy voice as her lungs emptied for her to speak once more— I cull it.”

She squatted picking up a loose tooth from the ground, examining the perfectly structured canine, for the first time Homelander felt uneasy about her.

“Is not often that I feel…”

Homelander raised a curious eyebrow, taking a step closer towards her, Helena tilted her neck to look at him, her sight so detached it didn’t seem possible for a child to make such an expression.

“Excited. The simulations always succeed but the human variant poses an interesting angle I hadn’t previously considered… truly successful adult specimens… V24 almost recreated the perfected serum but with nasty side-effects… programming the serum is obtainable but adult humans continue to reject it or somehow create variants as if the host alters the code live” She flicks the tooth– Is like Frederick left me a puzzle.”

“So are these just pieces” He waved his fingers nonchalantly at the messy remains.

She scoffed standing up and patting her knees clean.

“You know why I play piano?”

He shook his head.

“Because in order to be good at it… you have to foster talent… but no amount of practice can’t beat those blessed with a gift… supposedly. So I have to solve his puzzle because I cannot believe that that coward was blessed more than me.”

“You think Vought has beef with you? So what will you do with all your failures? Murder them?”

“Is it murder to cull a deformed goldfish? No… that’s just mercy.” She stands up fixing her hair– It’s not beef. Is a challenge he left us with.”

His smile is so wide his skin creaks as it stretches.

He picked her up to plant a kiss on her chubby cheek.

“You’re such a messy child.” He kissed her again– you got your pretty dress dirty.”

“Sorry.” She moped– sorry about all of it… you must think I'm a hack.”

“Is okay princess… daddy will just buy you a new one… and a new dress.”

You didn’t question the stains on her dress, god knew what sort of chemicals and stuff she had to play with, and how much of it wasn’t built for the size of her hands.

The more you saw him return to that man you once loved, you felt down the spiral of considering giving him a second chance– Helena was happy, she was smiling, she was playful, your quiet daughter had blossomed under your mutual care, seeing him domesticated, seeing him interact with genuine joy with her had began to melt your heart. It didn’t help that he look so delectable in compression shirts, as he came back with the kids without a sweat on his brow, Ryan just as dry with nothing more than messy hair and then your daughter dropping to the ground half-dead from the walk… what you had stared at mostly had been his ass in those black tights.

“Honey it was only 20 miles.” He sounded a bit frustrated– gotta get her fit otherwise she will get outperformed.” He turned to you sounding a tad aggressive– she’s my daughter she should be able to handle it just like me and Ryan.”

“Mommy!” she cried.

“Most humans can’t even do twenty!”

You picked her up, not caring she was covered in sticky sweat but as you draped your child over your shoulder kissing her head as she whined, you caught an improper glimpse at him, no doubt he caught a couple looks from passersby on his way here– even by this city standards he was wearing too little.

“Go change…” You said with a light blush on your neck– don’t be a dick to her, she wasn’t born a copy of you.”

He pestered Helena for the rest of the evening, giving up once she barricaded herself in her bedroom.

“Spending all her time inside books is not gonna do her any good… she needs exercise.”

“I think you got the kids mixed up, dear.”

He moped in the living room pursing his lips, one sentence away from crossing his arms and whining like a child.

“Look I think it’s great that you want to train her but… she’s not like you. I would love for her to have inherited some of your physical skills– it's just not gonna happen.”

“I know. I don’t know why she’s so different from me… yet she has to get better…” His sight lingered on the roof– You think she’ll move her dresser out the way.”

“She’ll move it when she wants to– and don’t think about getting in there thru her window!” He almost complains but chooses to stay quiet scooting closer to you on the couch– What?”

“You seem mad…”

“You harassed our kid all day and made her upset… but I was mad before it...I made the mistake of googling myself after somebody at work made mention– have you seen the shit that people are saying ‘bout me online ‘cuz of you.”

Homelander shook his head lightly.

“I only google myself.”

“People are saying nasty shit. Hurtful shit… saw my mom getting interviewed… that was nice… she certainly made me feel like shit.”

“Want me to kill her?” Homelander spoke in such a bored tone, his head finding his way on your lap with the smoothness of a cat, unconsciously your hand took to his hair– Or something else?”

You stared at him and considered it, your mom sort of had it coming if she was going to paint herself a saint for her 15 minutes of fame.

“Don’t kill my mom, John. I just don’t want people saying I’m a bad mother because my kid went to a “shit public school” in the projects.” you said annoyed.

“I’ll see if Vought can write you a fluff piece.”

You believed him, choosing to put your anxieties away as he nuzzled into your stomach and let you watch TV without care as long as your hands kept pampering him making little commentary as you watched true crime videos.

Rolling in your bed you turned to see his back on the bed beside you, you signed readying to play dirty, your body awoken to something sickening.

“I know you ain’t asleep, John.”

His ears perked, he turned to see your silhouette in the dark.

“I can’t sleep.” You whispered– mmm…so” you signed lightly– can you get your dick up?”

His ears perked up, lifting himself by his elbows as he adjusted to face your darkened silhouette, your cheeks reddened, mildly embarrassed, your mind wandered back to the sight of his clothes, to the tussling of his hair and the glint in his eyes as of late… and of that last sudden night of intimacy.

“Oh. O-okay… might need some stimulation is not like I got a crank down there.” he faked being annoyed by your request.

“I stopped taking the pill…” His piercing eyes illuminated the room for a brief second just to catch a sly smile ‘bout to fade away off your face– so you wanna put the mommy in MILF or not?”

He tripped out of the bed to jump into yours, clawing his way back towards you, as the little voice in his head blared sirens.

Latching on your neck, ripping your clothes open as you tried not to chuckle at his messy desperation to fuck you, you closed your eyes and thought of nothing but the hundred different pleasurable sensations prickling you– it had been so long… your body sensitive, writhing over his hungry touch, wherever his hands and his lips got to taste you felt it twice as strong.

Whatever he was imagining in his head was happening none of it was relevant– this was simply a mutually beneficial exchange. Nothing but lust, it had to be lust because you didn’t see Homelander underneath you, as you rode him, as he let you fucked him just as hard as he wanted to fuck you– you saw the John that he had killed so many years ago... but somehow you didn't hate the sight.

He wanted to devour you, he was needy and pent-up and you took it all graciously, for one night you two used each other equally.

Finding himself delighted and more aroused at the squeals and mewls coming from your delicious lips just as much as you enjoyed the moans and guttural grunts that came from him as he cried against your chest, crying for your kisses and directions, liking the way he craved your scent once again.

You were better than his molasses drenched memories.

Homelander teeth gilded over your neck, the thought of him ripping and gnawing on your flesh lingered as he brought you to an orgasm.

To be so close to death as you touched heaven… you heaved, melting into the mattress letting him lumber atop of you, too delighted with the end result to complain… looking down to find him kissing your chest, whispering sweet grunts as your hand pampered his hair, you tried not to smile at that satiated goofy expression on his face, at the flickering light illuminating your skin as he purred around your touch.

He was so easy to win over… it scared you.

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after you and sage walked into the tattoo shop, the person at the desk handed you both consent forms to fill out. you informed them that you would have another friend joining you shortly.

once you were done filling out your form, you scrolled on your phone while waiting for your turn with the artist.

you were practically squirming in your chair out of excitement

“what’s up with you?”

you didn’t answer sage, just brought your phone up to show her your screen.

a reply from chan on your tweet,

of course you had to make a tweet of your own now.

after seeing felix’s texts pop up, you answered. still not revealing any details just yet.

you: hey, me and the girls are a bit busy rn but we can totally hang later okayyy? 🫡 will it be just you or some of the guys too? 🤔

felix: yeahhh that’s totally cool and it’s gonna be me, hyunjin, minho, and chan. cool?

you: yeah ofc chill at your place or are we going out? either is fine btw

felix: come over first and tell we’ll decide once everyone is here

you: 👌🏼

by the time jenn showed up to the shop, it was time for you and sage to get your piercings. while jenn filled out her own form.

you chose to get them before the tattoos since it’s going to be quicker and less painful.

sage decided to get a smiley piercing and you chose snake bites. you just know felix and the guys are gonna flip when you see them.

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the piercer was nice and talked with you while doing the jewelry to make you less nervous, which worked.

jenn had it the easiest out of the three of you. with her only getting her ears pierced and she settled on a dainty designed tattoo that had stars and hearts splayed in her shoulder.

you on the other hand, chose a more risqué tattoo that could be hidden easier, on your lower back. it was a heart with flames. sage ended up getting one on her wrist. a few little doodles of stars and a cat.

after you were all done, the three of you took pictures of your new designs and jewelry and paid at the counter. you thanked the workers and on your way out.

it was 5pm and the drive to the boy’s apartment was a 30 minute drive and the three of you were anticipating the surprise reveal.

“hey, what if right when we pull up, we post the pics on twitter and then just go in the house.” sage laughs

“that could be fun, but what if one of them has notifications for us on? that’ll ruin the surprise!” jenn whined

“if anyone does, it’s probably lix.” you continue her thought

“or chan for you.”

you raise an eyebrow at jenn, “why would he have my notifs on?”

“well you are besties after all.” she shrugs

she could be right. but at the same time you just let the thought sink in. what if he does have notifications for you?

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pulling up to the apartment, you send a quick text to felix letting him know you’ve arrived and carry on with the plan

“okay everyone got the posts up?” sage questions

you all nod

“good. now let’s just walk into the house like we don’t know anything is different, and act surprised when they mention it.”

sage had a sly smirk on her face but you weren’t even sure if her plan will go the way she thinks.

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nonetheless, you get out of the car and the three of you head for the door. before any of you had the chance to knock, the door is whipped open and the next thing you knew, felix was dragging the three of you in.

“what the actual hell? you three got piercings and tattoos without me?” he whined, a pout on his face

“sorry lix, it was a spontaneous decision. didn’t really think about it and just went to do it.” jenn laughs and fluffs out some of his hair.

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Summary:As riri had a plan for a at home date you had to go out and met a old friend

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Y/n’s Pov

my towel it dropped Infront of my mf crush great .You do have bodyodyodyody but woah there buddy . You rush to get your towel and try to flee . In the corner of your eye you could see a small smirk on Shuri’S face . While walking into the bathroom.

Shit! You forgot the stuff you where supposed to get .

”Shuri are you still out their “ you yell “ yeah ma “ shuri says in a flirting voice.”Can you turn around ,No funny business either “ you say .”Alright Alright I’m turned around “ shuri says . You look out of the door way to see if she was “turn around shuri” you demand .

Shuri turns around and you get your stuff and run like the grinch . “Nice ass “ shuri says you look out the door way at her “You freaky asf “ you tell shuri . You close the bathroom door and you try to start your shower

“Ma can I join you in the shower,the shower shouldn’t be the only thing getting steamy “ tish says . “Shuri you a munch for real”you say .”So is that a yes “ she questions. “Hell no “ you responded yelling mostly. “But y/n “ shuri whines “yeah no " you yell

Riri's Pov

As I was watching abott elementary I begin to hear you and shuri go back and forth over something. I decide to be nosy and see what’s going on. I get up from the couch and head to your bedroom.

"Whats going on" I ask shuri it looks like you were taking a shower. "She won't let me shower with her" shuri says In a sad tone. “Leave her alone she trying to have peace “I say while laughing.

Than I thought of a idea What if we had a movie night In the house . We would have to find a way to get you out of the house to do it .

“Y/n we don’t have any tooth pace and snacks” I yell at the bathroom door . “I’ll go to the store after my shower riri “ you yell back but calm.

Y/n’s Pov

“Alright I’m going to run some errands I’ll be back “ You say leaving the apartment.

You got into Shuri’S car and Bluetooth your playlist.It was the playlist the was basically setting you up. Your playlist played summer walker deep. You buckled your seat belt and pulled out from your parking garage.

You went to multiple stores to get everything you needed but you also went shopping. You weren’t going home anytime soon

Shuri’s Pov

“So you need to make hang the lights from the door to her bedroom” riri says handing LED lights. Riri was making the front door the entrance to the movie.

“This looks prefect she’s going to love it “ riri exclaims excited . “I’m going to set the snack stand up and we’ll be good to go “ I started to help make the sign for the snacks .

“Where done all we have to do is wait for y/n to get home” riri says with a big smile and a hug.

Y/n’s Pov

You decided to stop at cafe and get coffee and just chill their for a bit.You went into Starbucks and ordered your drink. “Can I get a pink drink and the order is for y/n thank you” the person adds your order .

“Y/n that’s you” a unknown voice asks you from a far. The unknown comes closer it was your old friend kree. Kree had a crush on you for the longest he told you but you didn’t have feelings for him . After his confession the connection between you guys was awkward .

“Hey kree” you say unpleasantly.””You looking good “he says forcing you to do a 360.”thank you “ you force a small smile.You where hella uncomfortable right now but didn’t know what to do. “How you doing “ He asks being friendly . “I’m doing good kinda busy “ you say worried.

You start to look at other girls in the cafe to get your hint at some point you look at the barista.”So y/n may I take you out to night “ he says trying to be seductive.”Yeah no my partners would not like for me to cheat “ you say ending his dream. “You wouldn’t cheat it would just be old friends having a chat” he says trying to be slick.

“No thank you their very protective” he looks at you confused. “Their ,your a hoe “ you look at him stunned. You slap him “order for y/n” you get your drink and when you walk out you step on his toes . That totally ruined your mood ,at first you where happy but now you annoyed.

After that toxic interaction you decided to just head home. You parked your car in the garage and went to your apartment. You got your key to unlock your apartment door. “Y’all ain’t gonna believe what just happened you say as you walk in. You take your shoes off right away . You look up to see what they made .

“You guys you shouldn’t have “ you start to form a smile.”you guys definitely made my mood go up “ you say leaving the door way to see the living room. “Shuri Riri this is beautiful “ you look to left and right to see the kitchen .

“What happened” Shuri asks confused on the last thing you said . You got sit next to shuri on the couch. You tell shuri and riri what happened and the cafe .”What’s his name I’ll have my people handle him “ shuri says she began to get frustrated. “No it is ok” you say putting your hands on her shoulders . “You sure it’s ok” riri asks “yea I’m ok” you said .

After they settled down from the

cafe story we started are movie night .You guys ate snacks and watched multiple movies and shows .As you slowly started fall asleep you put your head on Riri’s shoulder .

Let’s just say tonight was the best date from home ever !

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chapter eight | i think it’s yeonjun you have to worry about

you put the drinks on the table with a few shot glasses and regular glasses. you set up your camera in front of the living room area and click the button.

“hi guys! welcome back to my channel and today i have really special guests coming.” you wave at your camera. “honestly i’m quite nervous because i haven’t know them for long so i hope we can have a good time without any awkwardness.”

after some time the doorbell finally rung, you take a shot of soju before shooting a thumbs up at the camera. you turn the camera and towards the door and open it.

three boys stand before you, all taller than you and they bow greeting you, as you bow back greeting them and let them in.

“you guys can leave your shoes here and then follow me to the living room, just like before.” you tell them smiling.

they nod taking off their shoes and follow you to the living room, “it’s so nice to see you guys again.” yeonjun says smiling.

“yeah it’s been awhile, i might get drunk after one bottle though.” soobin jokes sitting down around your coffee table.

“when soobin gets drunk he just gets louder and more annoying, i think it’s yeonjun you have to worry about.” beomgyu laughs.

yeonjun rolls his eyes and smacks the boy playfully, “so what do we do?” yeonjun asks.

“we just drink and talk, don’t worry about the camera, i’ll edit everything so please be comfortable with me.” you tell them smiling.

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Chpt. 7 - Witch With A B

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: None in particular.

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Your trudging through the snow is, as it always fucking is, miserable. Asa is in your arms again, because he can't walk with the rotting affecting him. He's chewing on a cooked piece of rabbit, silent as he watches you suffer.

And, shit, you are suffering.

As if God himself has come down from the heavens just to make you a little more miserable, the snow falls harder. White powder catches on your eyelashes, and you rapidly blink away the distraction. Your hands burn with the freezing air, the pressure you put on them after being literally impaled is not helping much. You were surprised they hadn't fallen off, from frostbite, infection or some other malignant disease.

Still, you trudged on. You were close to the hag's new hideout now, you'd started to see signs of her work in the woods around you. Hanging talismans, runes carved into tree trunks, an uncomfortable amount of skeletal carcases. You didn't know what half the things she did meant, but you knew they made everyone uncomfortable. Human and vampire alike.

The first part was probably intentional, the second part not so much. She'd welcome any vampire into her abode, and probably thought the bodies were welcoming. You wouldn't tell her they weren't, because you wouldn't like to bump into a blood-sucker on one of your visits. They fucking sucked well enough already.

The rustling of wood and feathers behind your ear draws your attention, and you huff. Looking over your shoulder you find Asa playing with your arrows, chewing on both feathered edges and rabbit bone.

"Asa, I told you to stop playing with those. They're dangerous," you chide, and he barely gives you a glance before going back to his incredibly fatal playtime. You sigh, shifting his head to your other side. He goes to cry, but the start of his wail is stopped by your stumbling.

He pauses, sniffing the air, and says-

"You're bleeding, Baba."

You take a deep breath of biting air at his words. That's probably why your hands hurt so much. Your wounds had reopened, and you were running out of bandages and disinfectant. Fuck, you don't know what to do.

You take another breath, like that'll make this all easier. Pausing in the wintery woods, you slowly let Asa down. The snow creaks under his boots, and you watch fang dig deep into bone. He leaves little bite marks along the side of it, another casual show of his supernatural power.

"Thanks for pointing that out, baby," you say, unwrapping your hands slowly from his little form. He pouts, but doesn't complain. You sometimes wish he would more, but not today. Today you were thankful for his careful silence, watching you like a hawk.

Looking down at your hands, you can see your bandages have cleanly bled through. You sigh at all the blood, wondering how much longer Asa could last before he had... an episode. If that's what you could call it, but you knew the true term the vampires used.

'Bloodlust.'

It was something you staved off with lots of raw meat and filling human food, but you were all too aware of the red eyes that followed your movements. Asa didn't want to hurt you, and you had faith in that above all else.

You didn't have faith in a child's self control, however.

After all, your blood was delicious, that's what he always said, anyway.

A crunch in the snow has your head whipping upwards, but when Asa doesn't pay the newcomer any attention, your shoulder's relax. Through the snow you see a familiar figure, a hunched crone with a staff in one wrinkled, many ringed hand. The woman you'd been looking for had come to greet the two of you herself. You feel a tired smile tug at your lips when you hear Asa's low growl.

Asa isn't scared of her, but he certainly doesn't like her, moving to shuffle behind you.

"My, my, is that you again, podzhigatel'?" the familiar Russian nickname falls from her lips, and you can't help the small flare of pride with the title. You had many nicknames, but this was your favourite. 'Hunter' didn't speak to your accomplishments, but the word the witch spoke did.

Arsonist. That's what it meant. Even if she spits it with disgust, you choose to take it as a compliment.

The crone's eyes flicker down past your legs to where Asa hides, and she gives him a grin with missing teeth. He hisses at her, reminding you faintly of the street cats you used to feed. Ah, damn this old bitch. She brought far too many memories with her sweeping robes and wicked grins.

"And malen'koye sokrovishche too, of course!" she reaches the hand not holding the staff out to Asa, but you slap it away.

She looks up, the smile she wore dropping into a scowl. You return her glare, knowing not to let this crazy woman a single step closer to you son. She leans back at this, giving an eye roll as she stretches to her full height. Or well, what she can, at least.

"Do you have anything for me today, or are you just here to eat my food and take up space?" she asks you, and you hide your wince. Your deal with the Witch of the North was a simple one. She helped you with Asa and all of his quirks, and you gave her... supplies.

Fresh ones, usually.

"...Rogues are skittish, an Abomination has been roaming," you reply, and she scoffs at that.

"They always are at this time of year. Your excuses are getting worse. Any blood?"

You bite into your lip, shaking your head.

She places her hands on the staff, nodding her head in a mocking way. This hag had never once cared for your life, and simply saw Asa as a way of furthering her goals. You didn't think she knew what empathy was.

"And you still won't give me the boy?"

In seconds you have a knife to her throat, rage burning in your chest. She laughs, waving her hand like you're old friends, not someone about to be slain and the slayer. She gives you a wink and says-

"I'd put that down if I were you. You well know I'm the only one who can help you - for whatever idiotic reason you've come here again," she croons, and you clench your jaw so tight that your ears ring. Still, you drop the blade to your side, not holstering it away just yet.

"I'll do it one day," you promise, and she claps her hands together, giggling.

"I hope you do! The great Hunter chasing me down and slaughtering me? My, it'd be a memory I'd cherish even in death!" she said with all the cheer of someone who had actually completely lost their mind. She was almost as irritating as Creel, and the only reason he was ahead of her was because of his simple obliviousness to how annoying he was.

You huff, shaking your head.

"I don't have anything to pay you," you say, and you suppress the shudder that rolls through you at the cunning grin she offers in return. She reaches her hand out again, palm splayed upwards to the falling snow.

"A debt then?"

Now, you weren't stupid. Debts were in the realm of the other, and the witch wasn't just called that for show. She had powers you didn't understand, and they terrified you. Her magic was closely intertwined with the same magic the blood-suckers used. Debts, truths and lies, names... All of it she wielded tight in her grasp.

An open ended debt was truly open ended. You would have to pay it back, you would be physically forced to by something you, human you, could never truly understand.

You were no fool. But you were desperate, and sometimes that was the same thing.

You take her hand, and with the other pull down your collar, showing the faded mark on your neck. In between the scars from the teeth digging into your skin shines a faint mark, almost glowing in the afternoon light.

The witch gasps, a delighted smile stretching over her cracked lips.

The inside of the Witch's house was as miserable as always. Rotted wood and foetid air, not to mention the miserable cold. The hag pushes at your back, shoving you further into the darkness. She takes a box of matches from her pocket and moves around the room, lighting a litany of candles. The warm glow doesn't make the space any more comfortable, revealing the interior of her hut.

Considering she moved so often it was a wonder why she always chose the most miserable places to shack up. You think it's a matter of aesthetics in this case. After all, a nice abandoned mansion wouldn't fit her jars of organs and fanged skulls.

She ushers you towards the table in the middle of the room, where you take a seat, pulling Asa into your lap. The crone takes to the back of the room, pulling dried herbs and strange salves from her shelves.

"So, who's the man of the hour? Or a woman perhaps? I don't know much about vampire proclivities when it comes to their fated-partners," she asks over her shoulder, and you wince. You weren't interested in telling her the details, merely in finding a way to get this mark off you.

You'd have carved a chunk out of your neck if you thought it would do anything, but the other humans you'd seen forced into this who'd tried that had just seen the mark pop up somewhere else on their skin. It was similar to a curse in that respect. And other ways too.

Because now that vampire would inevitably track you down, no matter where you ran. You didn't quite understand how the mark worked, but from what you did get, it seemed to almost have a compass-like system in it. He'd know whichever direction you were in at all times, as if you were his true north.

"That's none of your business," you cooly answer, and she grunts an answer.

"So be it. Blood sample, dearie?" she shrugs off your standoffish ways without a care, and you eye the needle in her hand. Your shoulders tense, your teeth dig into the skin inside your mouth, and you hear Asa growl. You take a deep breath, grounding yourself with the scent of mould and earth. The witch watches you with a predator-like curiosity, and that doesn't help your anxiety.

Calm down. Relax, relax, relax, relax, relax, relax-relaxrelaxrelaxrelaxrelax-

You weren't there. You weren't inside the Walls. Gradually, your shoulders drift from where they were bunched up beside your ears, and you summon the balls to continue this unpleasant conversation.

"Is that one new?" you ask.

She grins, reaching her other hand out for you to offer your arm. You don't, simply staring at her in waiting. After a moment her grins falls into a wicked scowl.

"You know I treat you with the utmost care. Frankly, I'm hurt by your actions, podzhigatel."

You give her a disapproving look, tucking Asa tighter in your grasp.

"You have a seventy percent mortality rate, witch," you reply, and she laughs, shaking her head.

"But I do not care about those patients! You, however, are as precious as our little treasure here!" she coos at Asa, wiggling her old fingers at him, and you wonder if he's going to try and bite her finger off. When he lunges forward, teeth sharp, you don't protest. You do sag a little when the crone manages to make sure she doesn't lose a digit, darting backwards.

Well, her words do seem true. Still, you don't offer your arm, and Asa doesn't offer any extra of your space.

She sighs, looking at you like you're a petulant child. You resist the urge to roll your eyes, knowing you've been doing it far too much lately. Maybe they'll roll into the back of your skull and get stuck one day.

You think Creel will be the one to doom you to such a fate.

"Yes, yes, yes. You stupid thing, of course it's a new needle. I can't have you dying of a blood disease off somewhere in the middle of the woods, can I? Especially not now with..." her words trail off, eyes naturally flowing to the hidden juncture of your neck. You hate how giddy she is about it, but there's literally no one else to go to, so here you were.

Extending your arm, averting your eyes from the syringe.

The tiny pin-prick in your arm is infinitesimally small compared to the rest of the pain you've experienced in the past few days, yet it feels like the worst you've experienced in your life. It doesn't make any sense, but it doesn't need to. Creel often talked to you about the affects of trauma in his gang, and he'd once even whispered to you about the nightmares that plagued his sleep. You knew why it was.

That didn't mean you didn't fucking hate this weakness, that you didn't hate the fact you couldn't lash out and kill this evil fucking bitch. That you didn't hate the memories that flick past you like one of the DVDs you and Asa sometimes find.

That you didn't hate the sight of white sterile walls and blood drips, the lines of weathered, weak humans ready to be harvested like livestock.

"All done!" the crone chirps, and you feel the words like a slap. You blink away visions of things that aren't there, head lightly craning as you get a feel for where you are. You're breathing heavily, and Asa is whining into your arms. You strangle down a rope around your fear, hand curling through his golden locks to reassure both him and you.

That you aren't there. Not any more.

She gives the blood a delicate look, hums approvingly, and turns to the rest of her workshop. She starts to assemble the gathering of herbs and your blood, pulling them over to the table which you sit at so the two of you can watch. She's that type of person after all.

Plucking apart leaves and grinding floral herbs in her mortar, she, unfortunately, opens her mouth again.

"So? Are you going to tell me about the bonding, podzhigatel?" she asks without looking up at you, going about her task in a surprisingly methodical manner. If she didn't you would never come to her, but it still shocks you every time she starts one of her spells.

She doesn't seem like a competent person, but everyone has their things, you suppose.

"Will that be necessary?" you ask with a grimace, and she tilts her head to the side, making a grand show of thinking. We all do it, woman.

"Yes, actually. I do think it will be. A bond is something even I don't quite understand, much less those fools locked inside their towers. It's a very personal thing, a welding of two souls-"

"Okay, that's enough," you cut her off, and she cackles.

"Was it not very romantic, dearie? I can't imagine someone like the great Hunter would be very willing to let a vampire bite them," she says, snickering at the very thought. No, you wouldn't call that regrettable meeting 'romantic'. Not that you knew what that was, of course, but you still didn't get butterflies in your stomach thinking about the way your home had been ransacked and you'd nearly been killed or enslaved.

No, that wasn't your idea of romantic.

"There were two of them," is the first thing you say, and even that makes the witch pause.

"Truly?"

You tilt your head to the side, analysing her suddenly shifty expression. You didn't like the look of curiosity on her face on a good day, and especially on a day like this one.

"Yes. One of them was the one who..." you gesture vaguely at your neck, and the hag seems even more interested.

"The other didn't bite you?" she asks, dropping a handful of garlic flowers into the mixture.

You think back, but can't remember if he did. You don't think he did, at least. But your memories were hazy, as was common with extreme blood loss.

"I can't recall if he did," you answer, and she hums under her breath. She makes a waving hand gesture, telling you to get on with what you did remember of the story.

"They were both elder vampires. I don't know how I managed to fool them, but for a while they thought I was a vampire too."

"Probably the scent of their soulmate messing with their heads," she says, her words muttered like she's thinking outloud. You frown, knowing that can't be it because only one - a flash of silver hair in your mind - marked you. And you knew enough about soulmates that you only got one of those, not two.

"But only one of them marked me."

She hums again, tilting your blood into the mixture now. Only a few drops fall in, but a wifty, dark smoke seems to travel upwards from the mortar. It looks like a black smoke, but you know it's something unnatural, and you have to suppress a shiver at the sight.

"My mistake, then. You must've gotten very lucky. Keep going, podzhigatel, I'm interested now."

Her response makes you unnerved, but you can't quite spot why. So instead, you continue on with your tale.

"I lured them towards where my best traps were, and then it's sort of... blank. I can't remember much else, but I know Creel saved us and one of them... bit my neck," you finish, and a glazed look falls over the hag's eyes. You wait for her to say something, but as you do, her eyes slowly grow white, and you realise something strange is happening here. Her eyelids flutter closed, and your shoulder's tense, something niggling at the bottom of your spine. Her eyes snap open.

"Duck."

And then, the roof caves in.

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f10werfae · 1 year

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Winner winner, Chicken Dinner

pairing: Soccer!College!Tom Holland x Quiet!Reader

summary: Tom teases and gushes over his shy bookworm of a girlfriend, which includes bringing her everywhere with him and making sure she’s well fed (requested by anon)

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“Come on baby, you aren’t coming to my game?” Tom whined into Y/n’s neck, his lips kissing her neck softly, his hands groping her chest affectionately before moving down to her waist. “I-I don’t know Tommy, we haven’t actually made ourselves official in the school” Y/n gasped looking around the library, thank God she usually chose the secluded tables at the back.

“I don’t care love, we can make it official today or something, come on I brought you my soccer shirt to wear. All the other guys are bringin their girls” Tom pouted pulling back to pull the shirt showing “Holland” and the number 7 on the back, before putting the shirt into his girlfriend’s bag on the table filled with books.

“I’ll see okay? I found this new book series and I have that solo project due on Tuesday-“ Y/n rambled fixing her t-shirt, Tom’s brown eyes seeing her start to panic at the thought at being in such a crowded place, knowing how much she valued her own private space; which is what made it so funny as to how she started dating Tom.

The poor boy doesn’t leave her alone at all, whether it’s lowkey checking her out in the hallways, giving her secret rides home and the amount of nights he comes over to Y/n’s house just to see her. Hell Y/n’s parents at this point were prepared to give Tom his own set of keys to their house, this man didn’t know what space was when it came to Y/n.

“You know what? It’s okay you don’t gotta come love, I know how crowded places get you. But you have to promise that we go out to eat after we win” Tom smirked wiggling his eyebrows at his girl, watching her start to grow flustered before kissing his cheek and nod excitedly.

“Okok I promise Tommy, I l-love you” She said looking at the ground, then the ceiling, basically anywhere but Tom’s eyes, feeling his fingers hold onto her jaw,

“Say it louder, didn’t quite hear you” He teased placing a kiss onto the corner of her mouth, “I love you, n’ I promise to go out with you tonight” Y/n said more confidently this time, her hands twiddling with each other under the comfort of her hoodie (which was actually his, but he lets her off with it) “I love you too baby” Tom replied happily, kissing her lips one more time before setting off for some last minute soccer practice until his big match later on today.

Y/n looked at the black and white shirt sitting on top of her backpack, a fog of doubt clouding her head as she closed over her new book and textbooks. Instead choosing to take off Tom’s hoodie she was wearing, putting on his soccer shirt, the smell of his cologne still fresh on it. Packing up her book bag she headed into the corridor, watching the rest of the student body dressed in the school colours start to head to the football pitch.

Once she was out to the pitch she saw the other players’ girlfriends sitting on the front row, the typical but nice well known girls, but not really Y/n’s type of crowd. Y/n instead climbed to the highest row of seats, deciding on wanting to have a full view of the match. Within minutes the referee’s whistle blew and on came Tom, his usual gear on, but something was different this time.

Why was there a heart stitched onto the left side of his chest?

This wasn’t Y/n’s first time at one of his games, but it was her first time since they started dating 5 months ago. Time was slowly picking up in the match, with the scores being tied 1-1 with the opposing team, Tom was very visibly stressed out. His rands roughly combing through his hair every few seconds, there were a few run ins and shoves with the opposite team, lots of swearing and arguing with the referee. But that was just the game.

With only a few minutes left, Tom’s team was awarded a penalty with him being asked to take it. The crowd went silent watching Tom run up to take the goal, and Y/n swore this was more suspenseful that any book she had ever read.

AND IT’S IN

The whole section of them jumped up screaming, next thing you know Tom had kissed his palm before placing it onto the heart stitched onto his shirt, something that made Y/n’s heart beat a million times a minute. Realising she was the only one left standing from the crowd she felt embarrassed, only for her eyes to meet Tom’s which were now as wide as saucers.

“BAAAABYYYY” Tom Shouted cupping his mouth with his hands, his chest heaving once he stopped, thanks for that Tom

Y/n thought watching everyone’s head turn towards her, as Tom jumped the fence and began running up the steps to her seat.

“Y-you came, you actually came, A-AND YOURE WEARING MY SHIRT!” Tom gushed hugging her tightly to him, jumping up and down like a kid at Christmas. “W-well yeah I wanted to come support my boyfriend” Y/n said pulling down his shirt to look at it clearly, it was a heart stitched with her initials on it

“Oh! Baby that’s for you, just so you’re with me even if you don’t come to my games. Every goal is for you love” Tom said giggly, his cheeks starting to go a bit red, “I love it Tommy, and I love you even more”

Y/n said quietly just enough for them two to hear, the rest of the students had now basically left with the match being over. “Really?! I mean, of course, I love you too Y/n/n” Tom said clearing his throat, watching his teammate hand him up his duffel bag, before saying their goodbyes.

“Don’t you wanna go celebrate with the boys first?” Y/n asked confused watching the rest of the team walk out with their coach, trophy in hand. “Nah i’d rather celebrate it with my girl, just you and me and some good food” Tom said wrapping his arm around her shoulder, taking her book bag off her shoulder and carrying it himself. “That sounds good to me Tommy” Y/n said looking up at him, her hand holding onto the one wrapped around her as they headed to his car

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𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: ~1,8k

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You can’t help but tease your stepdad every chance you get. He’s gonna temper your behaviour because that’s what good daddies do.

𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩: stepdad!Andy Barber x stepdaughter!reader (reader is Laurie’s daughter from a previous relationship)

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: DARK fic; stepcest; reader being a tease; age gap (Andy is 38 and reader is 21); daddy kink; kinda mean daddy!Andy; degradation (I just can’t help it); voyeurism; m and f masturbation; oral (m receiving); one cheek smack (with his cock); kinda obsessive thoughts; one ass smack;

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Your stepdad didn’t have any right to be this freaking handsome. Every time you looked at him, the feel of wetness appeared between your legs. You couldn’t help but think about him all of the time. Even though you knew it was wrong.

Andy was any better. The way he was checking you out every chance he got, made you want him even more.

You knew that he wasn’t happy with your mum. She was anything but good for him. Luckily or not, as fate would have it, your bedroom was right beside theirs. Almost every night Laurie would reject him. You heard every conversation they had.

You were thinking someday, that something must be wrong with her mind. How could any woman say no to someone so hot and handsome as Andy? It was ridiculous.

One day, your stepdad was taking shower in the bathroom. You just had to see that. You made your way to the room and carefully opened the door. The view was perfect. His ass, so edible and clearly visible by the little steamy glass. Your hand went down your stomach to the shorts you were wearing. Just the sight of his naked body made you so worked up, you didn’t need much time to cum.

You thought you were cautious enough for him not to see you. However, Andy knew perfectly well about your presence. So he put on a little show just for you. A little play wouldn’t hurt anyone, he thought.

He grabbed his already hardened cock and started pumping it. The moans were louder than they needed to be. You couldn’t believe the sight before your eyes. He was jerking off in front of you! You went feral. Your mouth was opening and closing. It was too much, definitely too much. Then, a loud moan left your lips. You hoped to god, whoever they were, for him to not hear it. You closed the door and went to your bedroom, you couldn’t pull yourself together for the rest of the week.

After that night, Andy was more touchy with you. When you were all together watching some tv, he would put his hand on your thigh under the blanket. When he was leaving work early, he would ride to pick you up from college. Sometimes, he would take you to his favourite restaurant for a proper lunch.

In the beginning, you thought that he was just trying to be nice and get to know you better. But then, all the flirty texts started. You lost it.

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You were fed up with him. Andy was teasing you all the time but wouldn’t make a proper move. So… You had to take control of this situation.

For a start, when he was at work you started sending him photos of yourself in skimpy underwear. He was going crazy every time he saw them. Even though, he still wasn’t going to make any more moves. Andy didn’t want to push the boundaries.

But everything changed at some point.

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Laurie was more and more separate from him. Andy was craving some touch so badly. She would reject him every chance she got. That was one of the reasons.

The second and final - was you. You were so comfortable with him, didn’t bother to wear any pants, just this fucking skimpy underwear and college shirts. He couldn’t take it anymore.

But the nail in the coffin was one dinner. You and Andy were sitting at the same side. Laurie separated from both of you as usual. It wasn’t anything new.

You needed some kind of entertainment - the meal too boring for your liking. You put your right hand on Andy’s thigh and made your way nearer and nearer to his most intimate zone.

He thought he was dreaming at first. But then you started undoing the zip. Andy looked at you, which you answered only by smirking at him. He let you play for a moment but then he pushed your hand off of him and left the table without any words.

You went to your bedroom right after. That was it for your play. You felt dumb, your actions probably scared him away for good.

What was your surprise when he came to you after just a few minutes. Andy locked the door behind him and was standing there with something mischievous in his blue eyes.

“What are you doing here?” You asked a little confused. He didn’t say a word, just made his way closer to your bed, where you were sitting. “Andy?”

“It’s daddy for you, little girl.” He scolded you. “I am the one who has the right to ask you this, don’t you think?”

Before you could answer, Andy was sitting right next to you. His thigh touching yours, the most intimate moment you ever had with him. Your skin felt like it was burning, it must be just a dream. It’s not real.

“Answer me when I’m asking a question!” He grabbed you by the chin and made you look at him.

“Yes…” You said, unsure of what to do next. The look in his eyes said everything you wanted to know. “Daddy.” You turned your head away, too timid to look him in the face.

“Don’t act all shy on me now, little girl.” Andy strengthened his grip. “You were so confident out there… Touching me without any permission under the table right before my wife’s sight.” He smirked, knowing that you were turned on just because of his words. “What did you want to achieve, huh? Sending your stepdad such improper pics?”

You shook your head, trying to escape his touch. The situation was uncomfortable, your heart was pounding along with your clit. “I don’t know Andy.”

He chuckled in frustrated anger. “That’s not my name, sweet girl.” His hand went down, to cup your neck.

“I’m sorry, daddy.”

“Atta girl.” Andy was proud of how fast you can learn. “Be good and maybe daddy won’t pull any consequences from your previous behavior. Now tell me…” He breathed out. “What was your real intention?”

“I wanted to make you happy, daddy.” The confidence flowed in your veins again. “Laurie isn’t good for you.” You looked at his tempting lips, they were asking for a kiss. “But I can be.”

Andy was truly impressed. He began to undo his belt and pants. “I knew you could be a good little girl.” The man moaned with nothing more than a lustful purr.

His pants and button-up shirt were already forgotten on your bedroom floor. A gentle groan fell from his mouth as you leaned forward and kissed the skin of his neck. Your lips were trailing down toward his hairy chest, you didn’t stop until you reached the waistband of his boxers. You took them off, letting his hard cock relieve from his briefs.

“Can I show you daddy?” You smiled at him sweetly. Andy only pulled your body closer to his in answer. You lied down on your stomach between his spread legs. Starting with gentle, up and down strokes, you spit on his length, which was pulsating lightly under your touch. The feeling made you even more turned on.

The pre-cum dropped from Andy’s tip. His head hit the headboard, causing a quite loud bang. You looked up at him, breaking away for a second. “Don’t get too excited, daddy.” You smirked. “Don’t want you to get hurt.” Your smile disappeared when Andy took his dick in one hand and hit your cheek with it. The stink was pain-pleasure, just how you liked.

“That’s it…” Andy brought his hand down, grabbed a fistful of your hair and guided your head down onto his length. You started with kitten-like licks just on the top. The man wasn’t happy with all of your teasing but didn’t interfere. Finally, you took the tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around.

Andy needed more, so he grabbed your hair again, making a provisional ponytail and guided you up and down. After just a few minutes, you felt his cock twitch. Your stepdad groaned loudly. You couldn’t even care about your mother at this point. Not anymore. She could walk into your bedroom right then and you wouldn’t let him go. He was yours.

When you felt his length pulsating, you started playing with his balls. “God, that’s my good girl.” He gave your ass a light slap, just to see in bounce. “You’ll give me all the loving I deserve, won’t you baby?”

You nodded your head, as much as you could with his cock in your mouth. Andy was near the end, you could tell that. Your movements became more passionate. You helped yourself with a hand, where you couldn’t reach with your lips. “God, I’ve wanted you for much longer than you can imagine.” He cum then, his spent marking you from the inside. You were his as well.

Andy pulled you closer, making you sit in his lap. You smashed your lips onto his - it was one of your rougher ones, teeth clashing, tongues dancing with one another.

He knocked you over - you were lying on the mattress, Andy towering on top of you. You could feel his cock brush against your bare thigh. He kissed your lips once again before gathering your hands into a hold crossed above your head. “No escaping now, little one.” He smiled mischievously. “You belong like this, you’ve always been. I above you is your destiny.” That wasn’t a problem at all.

“Of course, daddy.”

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CHAPTER ONE: The Incident - You're Ours Mesh'la (NSFW) Bad Batch Series

Warnings: Gangbang, fingering, face-fucking, hair pulling, multiple orgasms, swearing, slapping (sexually), reader get hurt (minor injury).

Plot: After an incident and Wrecker's constant hint of 'taking care of you', Tech is finally pushed to the limits and he shows you who you belong to, though Wrecker challenges him, and soon enough the whole Batch are before you...

Word Count: 5.8K+ BOI DAT LONG ASFF

Pronouns of Reader: She/Her

Gender of Reader: Female

Pairing: Reader x Tech, Reader x Wrecker, Reader x Crosshair, Reader x Hunter, Reader x Echo.

Author's Note: Well, my ancestors would be immensely disappointed in me, but it's all for good reason. I really hope you enjoy what is here, and leave a like and reblog if you do, I really appreciate it! As always, if I have left out any triggers/warnings that may be useful to add, please let me know! Strikethroughs mean that I haven't completed my work, but stayed tuned for it to be released!

THIS SERIES: << Prologue || Chapter Two: Healing Nicely >> OTHER: << Masterlist || Wattpad || TikTok >>

Taglist: @lackofhonor, @spp2011, @cynderquest (fill this form out to be added to taglist! Strikethroughs mean I couldn't tag you for whatever reason).

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It had started so quickly, not even Tech could comprehend what was happening until it had actually happened. You both grunted as you slipped on the slippy floor, both of you tumbling down like a crashing building. Tech was quick to react, pulling you on top of him to cushion your fall a bit more. Unfortunately, Tech was not Hunter, he was not as hyper-aware of his surroundings as the Sargent was, and you cried out as your leg got trapped between the ship and bunk.

"Y/N? Are you okay?" You heard Tech ask you, both hands on your waist. If it hadn't been such a horrible time, you would have felt butterflies in your stomach, but now all you felt was pain.

You groaned, "yeah... I think I broke my leg." You wanted to cry, but you held them back.

There was a moment of silence as Tech moved from beneath you so you were laying on the cold ships floor and he hovered above you; your breath instinctively hitched, but Tech took it as the pain in your ankle.

"If your leg is broken, why say yes as a response to my question? You are clearly not-"

"Tech." You cut him off, knowing he would bluntly tell you the truth to the situation, you didn't want the truth to the situation right now. "Can you just... help me, please?" You pouted your bottom lip, not in a suggestive way, more desperate; desperation to relief the pain enveloping your leg fast.

Tech stood, looking at where your leg was trapped between the ships wall and bottom bunk which belonged to Crosshair. Tech tried to move the bunk, but to no avail, and he huffed.

"I will have to contact Wrecker for help. This is for no ordinary mans strength." Tech commented, he then left to go to the next room and you whimpered out in pain. Tech came back a second later and saw the tears welling in your eyes. He leaned down to you and grabbed the back of your head, cradling it in his palms before moving it up to rest on his thigh.

"What a way to start off our day off, huh?" You cracked a joke, needing something to distract your mind from the pain. You tried tugging your leg out, but you hissed, there was no way you were going to get your leg out of there until someone had moved the bunk a little.

"If you mean that as a joke, I am not following along." Tech said and you tried not to roll your eyes at the super brainy man whose face was hovering above you.

"It's sarcasm Tech. The first day we all get off in such a long time is the day I decide to hurt myself. I mean, I can stomp through jungles with branches left, right, and centre, but I can't walk over a spill on the floor." You explained. You would have to take time off your job now, you'll have to take time away from... them all until you healed.

Tech ran a hand through your hair, the gesture sweet and calming, "it is unfortunate that this has happened. I told Wrecker to clean the spill up ages ago."

"Oh, you can't blame him, Tech, you know how he is." You chuckled, and as you did, you heard the man come up the steps to the Marauder.

"Y/N! Are you okay?" He asked worryingly as you saw him stand above Tech and you.

"I would say yes, but Tech might hit me." You smiled and saw Tech smile in the corner of your eyes too.

Wrecker went over to the bunk and it seemed effortless as he lifted the steel frame. Tech stood up after gently putting your head on the floor and grabbed under your arms to drag you out a little. You winced as your foot was released from the confinement.

Wrecker put the bunk down as you sat up on the floor. "Here, let me help you up." He said and moved so he picked you up bridal style. You gasped as he picked you up as if you weighed nothing and began to move you towards the cockpit to place you on one of the chairs.

"Wrecker, I had told you this morning to clean the spill on the floor. If you had, Y/N wouldn't have been injured as she is now." Tech argued with his brother.

Wrecker's eyes went wide in realisation. "O-Oh," he stammered, "I'm sorry Y/N, I-I..."

You grabbed the gentle giants hand and bought it towards you so you could kiss his palm.

"It's okay Wrecker, mistakes happen all the time." You say gently and saw Wrecker's cheeks tint red.

Tech went over and grabbed the emergency kit and knelt in front of you. You couldn't lie, the position was doing things to you. The way he peered up at you with a seriousness in his eyes, the way he grabbed your ankle gently... it was as if you couldn't feel the pain in your leg anymore; if only.

You were snapped back to reality as Wrecker's hands came down on your shoulders suddenly and you spun around to see him. "I know a way to make it up to you mesh'la." He said, the foreign name slipping past his lips and Tech glared up at him.

"Meesh- what now?" You asked, your pronunciation completely off. Wrecker seemed to not see Tech's glaring from the corner of his eyes, as well as you too. He smiled bashfully and scratched the back of his head, the blush returning to his face once again.

"Oh... it's a nickname. It means beautiful." He seemed hesitant to say it, but when he did, it was your turn to blush.

"Oh." You said in disbelief, you hadn't expected it to be something so endearing, more friendly like 'buddy' or 'mate'. "Well, thank you Wrecker. I love the name."

You turned back towards Tech as you felt Wrecker began to kneed his hands into your shoulders firmly but effectively and you let out a small groan of pleasure. Tech's eyes averted from Wrecker, to you, then to your leg.

"Your leg is not broken, thankfully. It is sprained though, and the ligaments in your ankle are more than likely torn from the pressure of the fall." He said and you watched as he fingers nimbly grazed over your knee, making it seem like he was reached for the box of medical equipment. "I will wrap your foot up in a compression bandage, angling your ankle at 45 degrees to relieve the pressure that may strain your foot. That will heal your foot effectively and quicker."

Wrecker stopped what he was doing, clearly confused on what Tech was saying and you laughed. "Sounds great Tech, thank you."

"You are welcome." Tech said, more to himself than you as he glanced back at you and saw you looking up at Wrecker. Jealousy hit him.

"So, how do you plan to make this up to me?" You said cheekily and Wrecker smiled.

"You'll see mesh'la." You heart skipped a beat at what he said.

"Done." Tech announced loudly and stood up abruptly. "Do you require anything else in your incapable situation?"

You blinked at him, his tone and suggestion of the word 'incapable' sounded harsh. "Um, no I don't think so." You said and he turned and began to walk away. "Wait, I was helping you with the ship..."

"I can do it myself." Tech called out as he walked out of the ship, not once looking back at you or Wrecker. You looked up at Wrecker and he shrugged his shoulders, clearly not knowing what got into him either.

Wrecker went to stand in front of you and helped you to your feet. "What do you say we head back to our barracks? We can lounge on the new couch we got!"

"That sounds good." You said and he picked you up like he did before and began to walk out the ship as well. You saw Tech by the side of the ship moving cables and unplugging some things. "Wait," you said and Wrecker put you down and you limped over to Tech.

Tech turned at the sound of you and you stood in front of him. "What is it?" He asked.

"Thank you." You said and stepped closer.

"You already said that to me." He said and turned back to the ship. You grabbed his wrist and tugged him away from it. You chewed the inside of your cheek then before quickly leaning up on your good foot to plant a kiss on his cheek.

As quickly as you did, his cheeks heated up, and you felt the warmth on your lips. "I'm thanking you for just being kind to me." You told him and he looked down.

"You're welcome... mesh'la."

You smiled then, "you know, you should have given me this nickname ages ago. I like it."

Clearly not knowing how to respond, Tech pulls you in and kisses the top of your forehead, you closed your eyes as you felt his warmth envelop you. "You should rest a little. Resting will speed up the healing process."

"Will do doctor." You salute him playfully and he smiled and shakes his head before turning back to the ship. You make your way back over to Wrecker and he smiles as you lift your arms up to be picked up, as a baby would.

You both make your way to their barracks and as Wrecker opens the door, your gawk at the chair over by the massive window that overlooked the Kaminoan sea.

"Wrecker! This chair looks amazing!" Though it probably would have been pretty bland to a rich person, you had basically grown up on Kamino with the clones, so luxury wasn't apart of your everyday life.

"Ha-ha! I knew you would love it!" He exclaimed loudly and placed you in the middle of the couch, on the corner. I was a five seater couch, each for each member of the Batch, you presumed. It curved between two seats, the corner one by far the biggest seat. Wrecker excitingly went over and plugs something in and your back stiffened as warmth completely overtook your whole body.

"It heats up?" You ask as you turned to see Wrecker coming back with a wide grin on his face and you smiled back.

"It heats up!" Wrecker said plopping down next to you, he then gasped and stood right back up again and went over the the side of the chair and pressed a button. You back stiffened again, much more than before and you felt something shift behind your neck and back.

"O-Oh! That feels good." You smiled and closed your eyes as you relaxed into the chair that messaged the unknowing sore muscles in your back and neck.

"I know! Now watch this!" Wrecker came over to you and leaned in front of you to reach behind you and you opened your eyes and gasped at how close Wrecker was. "O-Oh sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."

You laughed then, only if he knew you weren't scared, more shocked with how close he was to you. You saw the scar on the side of his head more closely here and a slight sadness washed over you, you can only imagine how much it would have hurt.

Suddenly, you felt your legs start to lift up and you soon came to realise that the chair even reclined. It curved so the seats beside it could also recline if need be.

"Now for the best part!" Wrecker went to the light and turned it off and you both were engulfed in darkness, the only light coming from the flickering light of the consistent storm outside. Wrecker turned a switch and the bottom of the chair light up a blue colour, the colour bright enough to see, but also dark enough to not be too bright.

"This is perfect Wrecker."

"You think so?" He asked as he took a seat beside you.

"I know so." You yawned and leaned your head on his shoulder as you felt the massagers kneed deep into your lower back. "This feels so good, I might fall asleep."

"Tech did say to rest." Wrecker pointed out and you nodded, closing your eyes. "I'll be here when you wake."

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The light flicked on and Tech walked into the room. He saw you and Wrecker curled up on the chair and jealousy hit him once again. He didn't want anyone touching you, not in the ways that he wanted too. He frowned and moved to the kettle where he boiled the water.

You groggily woke, sleep in your eyes and hair messy. You ran a hand through it and turned to see Tech busying himself at the little kitchenette that their room had. "Tech?"

The genius turned, his grumpy expression changed at hearing your voice. Like velvet, he commented to himself. "You're awake. How is your leg?" He asked as he put in the coffee into his mug and saw you yawn in the corner of his eye.

He then grabbed you a mug as well and two paracetamol. "Eh, it could be better." You said tiredly and laid back into the warm couch.

"Of course it could be better, Y/N." Tech said and poured the hot water into the mug right after putting the milk in it. He stirred both mugs full of hot caffeine before coming over to sit next to you, sandwiching you between the two gorgeous clones.

Wrecker snored beside you as Tech handed you the cup. You thanked him before he handed you the tablets to take. "It could also be worse." You said as you swallowed to pain killers.

"Very much so." Tech said and looked out the window at the rain hitting the window. You followed his eyes and both of you sat in silence for a while.

"Are you okay?" You asked then, scooting closer unknowingly and resting your head on his shoulder.

"Physically, yes." Tech answered and you chewed you bottom lip.

"Mentally?" He stayed silent, eyes moving from the window to his lap. "Tech, you know you can tell me anything, right?" You questioned and winced as you shifted to turn to him more.

Tech cleared his throat. "Anything?" He asked and you nodded, a warm smile on your face. "I am very much aware of your liking towards my brother." He said then and you frowned.

"Wrecker? You think I like Wrecker?" You asked dumbfounded. Tech turned in your direction but never said anything. Now Tech had said it, it dawned on you... you did like Wrecker, but you also liked Tech, as well as the others. You couldn't deny you had a crush on them all.

You laughed then, Tech was smart, yet he had no idea about your crush towards him too. "What's funny?" Tech asked, brows furrowing under his goggles.

"I do like Wrecker." You began, you saw Tech's expression change to something of sadness. "But I like you too, Tech." Tech's head turned towards you quicker than Crosshair could pull out a toothpick, and you had to suppress a laugh.

"What?" He asked, seemingly out of words, which for him was rare.

"I like you Tech, much more than a friend." You said and stood up shakily, being careful not to hurt yourself. "Can I show you how much I like you?" You asked as you stood in front of the genius.

You visibly saw Tech swallow before he nodded his head and you moved to straddle his waist. Tech's hands went to your waist, holding you steady. You leaned forward, pressing your forehead against Tech's lovingly and saw his goggles fog up.

You laughed as you saw him panting, obviously not used to this type of affection from you. "Relax."

"That would be a little hard for me at the moment, mesh'la." He said shakily and you giggled. You pressed your lips to his then and everything seemed to stop, the raining outside seemed to stop completely and it just left you and Tech in the room.

"WOAH!" You almost jumped off Tech then at Wrecker's booming voice. You both spun to see the man staring directly at you. "WHILE I'M HERE? SERIOUSLY?"

"Wrecker, I'm sorry." You giggled and managed to manoeuvre yourself off Tech.

"Does that mean you both...?" Wrecker stopped himself, looking down with a sad glint in his eyes.

"Well..." You began, "I wouldn't be opposed to you as well." Wrecker spun his head to look at you, just like Tech had done and he grinned widely at you before he didn't hesitate to grabbed your face and lean towards you to kiss you as well.

You moaned into the kiss at the suddenness before you relaxed and Wrecker carefully moved you onto his lap. He was a lot bigger than Tech, so your legs spread more and it left you wanting to grind down into his lap.

You pulled away, taking a deep breath. You looked over at Tech who was looking at you already with a seemingly glint of hunger in his eyes. Wrecker moved you off then, an idea crossing his mind and he laid you on your back on the couch. He turned off the massagers on the chair so it was just the heat of the couch.

Tech moved so he was hovering above you like he had done hours ago and leaned down to kiss you full of desperation and want. His lips felt like heaven against yours, soft yet firm, the hint of coffee on his tongue as he weaved it with yours.

You grabbed the back of his head, fingers coming into contact with the band of his goggles and you were about to pull them off. "Do you mind if I keep them on? Not only can I see better, but it also has the option to record from a first persons point of view, and I would like to record what is inevitable about to happen. With your verbal consent, of course."

"Kriff Tech, please yes." You moaned and he smirked down at you before going for your neck to nibble on. You felt Wrecker's hands come down on your opposite shoulder then, squeezing it gently and you turned to see him completely naked.

You blinked at his sheer size, both from muscle and cock wise; was he going to fit? He grabbed under your arms and moved you up so your head hanging over the arm of the chair.

"Wrecker, be patient." Tech argued and began to tug your pants down carefully, not wanting to knock your leg.

"I can't when she looks like that!" Wrecker complained, lazily pumping his semi-hard cock in his hands. "You're so pretty for us, mesh'la."

You whimpered as the cool air hit your core. "Tech..." You whimpered as you felt his fingers at your entrance, collecting your wetness before moving it up to rub onto your clit. "Kriff, that's... that's good."

Wreckers hand gently pushed back your hard so it hung back and he stepped closer so you could open your mouth for him. "OH," Wrecker almost shouted as you took his tip into your mouth.

You moaned then as Tech pushed a digit inside you, quickly followed by another. From how wet you were, you went surprised that he could easily fit two fingers inside you so quickly.

"Nah-uh." Wrecker smiled down at you as you as you pulled away from his cock, you whimpered and whined that quickly followed with a moan as Tech twisted his fingers deeper inside you. "Got to take me well, pretty girl." He soothed and ran a hand through your hair, hushing you as you whined for another finger from Tech. Tech wasted no time in adding a third finger inside of you, exploring everything you were offering him. He wasn't so much pumping his fingers in and out of you, more twisting them inside of you to test how much you could handle. He was the only one who truly took his time to explore all of your body, figuring out what you liked and didn't like.

"Please Tech, I want... I want your mouth." You panted and lifted your head to see Tech placed between your legs nicely, watching how his fingers disappeared into your heat and came out covered in your juices.

Tech looked at you then, "Do as Wrecker says and I might consider it." You quickly dropped your head back down on the couch below, your head hanging from the edge to display your throat to the man who was still soothing your hair out. "What a good girl, mesh'la." Tech rubbed your thigh comfortingly as Wrecker stepped forward and you opened your mouth for him. He grunted as your mouth enveloped his tip.

Suddenly the door swooshed open and you were quick to pull away from Wrecker. Tech didn't stop his actions though and your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he hit a soft spot inside you. "Tech..." You moaned and saw who was at the door.

Hunter.

His eyes widened and he dropped his helmet on the floor. "Tech... s-stop." You whispered, your cheeks flushing red with embarrassment and tried to push his hand away but his other grabbed onto it and shoved it down. You whimpered again and glanced at Hunter.

His eyes were glued to where Tech was shoving three thick fingers inside you and you gasped as you saw Hunter's hands twitch, like he was wanting to join in. Wrecker cut in then, "Hunter! Want to join?" Wrecker then looked down at you for confirmation, "That's if Y/N wants."

Hunter looked at you then, eyes desperate and he took a cautious step forward. He knew if you said no that he would be out that door and he would never mention it to anyone again. You smirked as best as you could then and laid back down on the couch, head hanging from the edge.

"Yes, you can join." Hunter's eyes widened even more. "But as long as you eat me out, seeming Tech won't." Tech went to object, but you hushed him and Hunter smirked as well before coming over to you.

Hunter knelt in front of you, hand smoothing over your skin and kissed your ribcage. He then positioned himself between your legs and you moaned as Tech continued to push his fingers deeper inside you. As Hunter began to suck your clit into your mouth, you heard the door open again and you looked over.

"What the-" Echo started, head spinning in the other direction to avoid seeing you four sprawled out on the couch. Crosshair's usual grumpy expression was one of surprise and his eyebrows lifted as he stared down at you, toothpick falling from his mouth and onto the floor.

You smirked then and motioned your hand for them to join. "Want to join in on the fun boys, or are you just going to stand there?"

For the longest time, which, in reality only was ten seconds, neither of you did anything. Echo went to leave, clearly embarrassed (though not objective to joining), but Crosshair caught his robotic hand and stopped him.

"What are you doing?" Echo asked. Hunter and Tech went back to assaulting your pussy and you moaned. You looked at Crosshair and a mischievous look crossed his face.

"Do you truly not accept this offering? How pathetic, Echo." Crosshair's voice said, the tone of his voice making you whine. You reached your free hand out, motioning for them to join you, and Crosshair let go of Echo and stepped towards you, his warm and gloved hand wrapping around your wrist and pining it beside your head.

"Someone's demanding." You moaned as you felt Tech hit that same soft spot as before. You moaned louder as Hunter grabbed the tops of your thighs and brought you closer to his face. "Kriffing hell," you mumbled at the sensations they brought you.

Wrecker nudged you again and you leaned back so you could take him in your mouth again. You moaned against Wrecker's cock, hearing him grit his teeth as the vibrations rocked through your body. "Just like that, beautiful." He said and soothed over your throat.

You felt a smooth hand then touch the exposed skin as your shirt had risen slightly. "So you do join." Crosshair said, amusement in his tone. You didn't hear anything after that, but you gagged as Wrecker unexpectedly slid to the back of your throat and he moaned loudly.

"Wrecker, be careful." Hunter said as he pulled away from your pussy and you lifted your head to cough. The sensation of having Wrecker in the back of your throat made you more aroused than presumed and you quickly leaned back and opened your mouth.

"No, do it again... please." You begged and Crosshair's grip tightened on your wrist slightly. You gasped as Tech curled his fingers up, hitting your g-spot perfectly and Wrecker shoved his cock in the back of your throat again. Wrecker pulled out again and you gagged. "Fuuuck." You screeched as Tech kept hitting that spot inside you, Hunter only bringing you more pleasure as he sucked on your needy clit.

You felt Echo's hand that was on your stomach rise to cup one of your uncovered breasts and you shifted in pleasure as he rolled your nipple between his index finger and thumb.

You leaned your head back and took Wrecker into your mouth again and he began to slowly fuck your face, seeing how much you can handle before gagging around him. He moaned and groaned as you did too, feeling Tech's fingers somehow push deeper inside you.

Crosshair's hand tightened on you before you felt his other hand come around your throat. He closed his hands around your throat, making it harder to take Wrecker, as well as breath for yourself.

You jolted, feeling your high coming and tried to tug your hand away from Crosshair, but he wouldn't have it and tightened his grip around it harder. Tears formed in your eyes as Wrecker pushed in deeper, grunting above you. You felt him cum then, hot, white ropes of cum shooting down your throat and he groaned loudly. He pulled away then and you gasped for air, lifting your head to see Hunter and Tech still nestled between your legs nicely.

Your legs shook, crying out as your orgasm was so close. "Want to cum for us, Y/N?" Crosshair sniggered, kneeling down to be the same height as you. You moaned, bucking your hips against Hunter's face and nodded desperately. "Well, what do you say?"

"Please," you whimpered, hands managing to twist in Crosshair's grasp and you held his wrist, preparing yourself to be hit with that sweet, sweet high. Suddenly, everything stopped and you groaned, looking down as Hunter and Tech stood up from their position.

"Not yet, mesh'la." Tech said, bringing his fingers up to suck them clean. You whimpered and laid back, feeling your orgasm leave. Tech and Hunter moved out the way, replacing them with Crosshair and you bit your lip.

"You want this?" The sniper taunted and you moaned out a hoarse 'yes', wanting to feel him inside you. Wrecker moved out the way after smoothing your hair and you felt Echo stand above you.

Crosshair pushed down his blacks (as it was all he was wearing) and you bit your lip softly. He was big, not as big as Wrecker, but still bigger than average. He stepped forwards and ran his tip through your folds and you chocked back a moan.

Echo moved then, you knew he wanted relief too, and so grabbed onto his cock through his blacks. He wouldn't push you to touch him if you didn't want too, and you admired his mannerism. Hunter, Tech and Wrecker stood and watched with keen eyes, seeing how you squirmed under Crosshair's touch.

"Hurry up, Cross." You whined as he hadn't pushed inside of you. You heard a laugh then coming from Hunter.

"You think he's going to hurry up after you said that?" He asked with a humour in his tone.

"Yes?" You asked with a hesitation.

Crosshair laughed then, "you have another thing coming then, baby."

"No, don't tease me." You whimpered as you continued to palm Echo through his blacks, making him stiff in them. "Please don't tease, Cross."

"You're lucky I want this just as much as you."Crosshair commenting, instantly pushing inside of you, leaving you shrieking at the pleasurable pain that dwelled on your entire body. "But mark my words, I will take my time next time."

"Next time?" You whispered breathlessly. The fact he wanted a next time made your heart swell in love and lust.

"You didn't think this would be a one time thing, did you mesh'la?" Tech asked, adjusting his goggles. You were going to reply but Crosshair pulled away before slamming into you without warning.

"FUCK!" You yelled, nothing but pleasure coursing through your veins and you didn't even notice how your injured leg knocked against him. All that mattered in that moment was Crosshair's cock inside you and Echo breathing harshly as you still continued to palm him.

Crosshair started a brutal pace and you stopped palming Echo to grasp his thigh in support. "Is this what you want?" Crosshair asked roughly, grabbing your jaw to look at him. You nodded, biting your lip and closing your eyes. That's when you felt it, a sting across your face and you gasped as you looked up at Crosshair.

"Crosshair!" Both Hunter and Tech yelled as he saw him slap you in the face. Wrecker and Echo watched on with wide eyes.

You moaned then, "do it again." You challenged him and Crosshair smirked, the others looking at you like you grew three heads.

"Oh, you're a dirty little whore, aren't you?" Crosshair said, hand wrapping around your throat and you cried out. He came closer then, face inches from yours. "You're our little whore, eh?"

You moaned, "yes, your little whore." You whimpered as he began to move his hips again, snapping them up against your g-spot, the familiar feeling of your orgasm approaching again.

You reached out, finding purchase on Echo's cock again and you pulled him out of his blacks and began to pump him. He sucked in a deep breath, feeling your warm and small hand wrap around his member. "Fuck." You heard his mutter under his breath.

Crosshair kissed you then, full of hunger and dominance, and you moaned into his mouth. He hit a spot inside you then, a place not even Tech reached before and you instantly came, throwing your head back as your walls clenched around Crosshair's cock.

You both moaned in unison, Crosshair leaning back up so he was standing. He continued to plow into you and you cried out at the sensitivity.

"Fuck, I-" Echo spoke as you still continued to pump him. This man was so touch starved that the slightly touch from you made him go absolutely nuts.

With Crosshair continuing to thrust into you at an inhuman pace, you found another orgasm coming and you moaned his name. You came again screaming, Echo following closely behind you and you felt his cum hit your chest, biting his knuckles on his flesh hand to stop himself from yelling too loud.

You panted, though that didn't stop Crosshair from continuing to pump into you. "Crosshair-" You moaned, feeling yourself become sore with oversensitivity.

"You can take more, can't you mesh'la?" You heard Wrecker ask then and you almost forgot they were in the room as you looked over at them. Hunter was intensely watching what Crosshair was doing while Tech was watching your face; it most likely looked flushed, your hair probably everywhere.

You whimpered and bit your lip before nodding your head and the giant smiled down at you. Echo stepped away from you then, going to stand next to Wrecker. Your attention was bought back to Crosshair when his thumb came in contact with your clit and he began to rub firm circles on it.

You moaned, clenching your legs at the stimulation. "Don't." Crosshair, his voice slightly shaking. "Don't move." He demanded and sped up his movements.

You choked back a cry and felt another wave coming, your orgasm approaching fast. "Maker, Cross- I'm gonna-"

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as Crosshair's hand came down on your throat again. That's all it took for you to cum again and your vision filled with white. Your screams echoed the room, though to you it felt far away. It was by far the most earth-shattering orgasm you've ever had.

It was a few minutes later when you came back to your senses. Crosshair had pulled out, cuming on your lower stomach, and he was cleaning you up with a warm wash cloth as your eyes fluttered open.

You groaned, a pain in between your legs and ankle. "There you are!" Wrecker said loudly and pet your head. He smiled down at you before leaning down to press and tender kiss to your forehead. "You did so well for us, mesh'la."

"I didn't think she'd take that last one." Crosshair said and you blinked at him.

"You'd surprised in what I can take, croissant." You sniggered, using the nickname he so ever hated on him. You half expected him to glare at you, but he only smirked.

"I'll be sure to put you up to that challenge in the future."

You saw Hunter then and you looked down at you, "is your leg okay?" He asked and helped you so you were sitting up on the couch properly. You nodded, "Tech told me what happened to it just now, I hope we didn't cause much more pain."

"No Hunter, it's fine. It actually barely hurts now." You said and felt the seat beside you dip.

"That would be the pain killers, actually." Tech pointed out and slung an arm over your shoulders and pulled you into his side. He kissed your cheek and you closed your eyes and snuggled into him more.

You felt the other side of the chair dip too then, and you looked over to see Echo. He looked at you shyly and you giggled and held his robotic hand. He smiled at your gesture and you yawned then.

"You should get some rest," Hunter said and stroked your bare thigh. Your eyes opened then, and it was as if he knew what you were going to say. "Tech and I will wait." He simply said, "we prefer to have you to ourselves separately, rather than a group."

"Fair enough." You yawned again, your stomach turning, knowing that this probably wasn't going to be the last time you had this kind of fun with the boys.

"Plus, I have a great video to watch tonight. I captured everything via my bifocals."

You snorted at Tech's comment, "Tech, no one says bifocals anymore."

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|| moon river. || part viii. ||

|| masterpost || taglist form || part vii. || part ix. ||

pairing: Levi x fem bodied reader

chapter content: modern au, coworkers au, neighbors au, suggestive themes, oral sex (f receiving), overstimulation, mentions of virginity, Halloween mention ooouuu, alcohol/drinking, minors/ageless blogs do not interact.

summary: in which you try to figure out your feelings, old and new.

wc: 8.4k

a/n: this was not in the outline BUT HEY LOL thank you to @esroh06 and Mochi for betaing as always <3 hope u guys enjoy!

It’s probably the last warm-ish day of the season, you realize. You can feel the sun’s weakened rays against your bare legs, the wind carrying away the comfort of the pleasant brightness. It leaves goosebumps scattered across your exposed flesh, but you pay it no mind, snuggling further into your sweatshirt. It doesn’t make the best barrier (or the most sense; a sweatshirt and shorts combination makes for little logic), your sleeves pushed up to your elbows to avoid getting paint on the clothing, but it’s a barrier nonetheless.

You feel like a proper adult today. After collecting your weekly groceries and buying yourself a stack of medium sized canvases, you feel proud. Proud enough to prop up one of those blank canvases on your brand new adjustable easel and paint on your balcony. The street below proves to be an excellent reference, orange and yellow leaves line the pavement from origins you can’t fathom, as there are no trees in the vicinity. You find it sort of funny how the leaves seem to end up anywhere, and that’s what ultimately gets you to paint.

The city seems more alive than usual, the cafe packed and dozens of people walking along the sidewalk. You don’t know this for a fact, but they seem happy. You can spot glistening teeth and hear jovial laughter, couples conjoining their hands, swinging their arms as they walk. You smile to yourself. Seems like everyone’s in a good mood today, even you.

You call it quits on your painting when you hear your cell phone ring from inside your bedroom. You place your paint brush in a mug filled with murky water, and wipe your hands across your shorts. You leave your balcony doors open as you walk inside, the breeze following behind your form. You pick up your device, and answer your incoming call.

“Hello?” you ask.

“You went on a date with Levi and didn’t tell me?” Petra screams over the line.

You chuckle, “It wasn’t a date! How’d you even find out?”

“Hange cornered him when we came in and asked why you guys left and what had happened! He got all blushie and started stuttering! Did you kiss?”

You bite down on your lip, playing with the ends of your hair, “Aren’t you supposed to be working right now?”

“Answer the question!”

“No, we didn’t,” you sigh, sitting down on the edge of your bed. “Well, not technically.”

“What’s technically?” she shouts.

“He kissed my cheek?” you tilt your head, staring at your ankles.

Petra yells your name, “He kissed your cheek!”

“Yeah! What does that even mean?” you groan, falling back onto your mattress. “Oh my god, did we go on a date?”

“Yes! You beautiful moron!”

“No, I think he was just trying to be nice and apologize for being a jerk.”

“He was being a jerk because he likes you! Fuck! I’m going to lose to Hange!”

You roll your eyes, “Can you guys just admit you’re betting on whether or not Levi and I get together already? Both of you had made comments about it to me.”

“It’s not an if, it’s a when and a who,” she clarifies. You can picture Petra now, pointing her finger at nothing while she speaks.

“We’re just friends, Petra, I think!”

“I’m coming over when I’m done with work. We’re sorting this out, I need every last detail. Fuck knows Levi’s not gonna tell me.”

“There’s not much to talk about,” you frown. “If anything, I’m more confused about him than ever.”

“Which is exactly why you need a friend to come over and help you figure this out,” her voice is stern, though you can hear a smile as she speaks. “He’s been fucking pleasant all day. Pleasant! Happy! What the fuck did you do to him?”

You laugh, “I didn’t do anything! Fine, I’ll tell you everything that happened.”

“As you should. I’ll bring food as payment for these juicy details.”

“I can cook something if you’d like!” you glance over to your kitchen, a prideful feeling budding in your chest knowing your refrigerator is full and your cabinets are stocked. “Whatever you want!”

“Nope, this requires take away and Pinot Grigio. Hange won’t care if a bottle goes missing.”

“You better not steal a bottle from the bar. Besides,” you close your eyes, knowing Petra is going to scream. “Levi left a bottle of wine here.”

“Oh my fucking god!” she screams, as expected. “I can’t believe you- oh hey Levi, oh nothing, yeah I’ll be back in a second! No one! You fucking bitch I swear to god, he was in your apartment?”

You snort, “Get back to work!”

“This isn’t over,” she hisses, and you hear a distant closing of a door. “I’ll be over ten minutes after six. Don’t you dare leave out a single bit of the night.”

Before you can answer, Petra hangs up, and you chuckle quietly to yourself.

It’s funny how naturally your friendship has blossomed with the strawberry blonde — well, with everyone. It feels as if you’ve known them for lifetimes. Petra, with her bubbly personality and strong vocabulary. Hange, with their inviting smile and comforting aura. And Levi, with his—

With his—

Well, what’s there not to like about Levi?

“I like his laugh,” you think out loud, taking a deep breath. “I like the way his eyes crinkle when he smiles. I like his humor, the way he makes me laugh. I like how easy conversation is with him. I like the way he makes me feel. He makes me feel-“

You pause.

“Happy,” you groan. “Levi makes me fucking happy. God dammit.”

You hate the way your heart squeezes at the confession, hate that you sigh dreamily at the thought. Because that means you like Levi, in more than just the friend way. It took nearly a month to earn his friendship, how the fuck are you going to earn his adoration as well?

You sort of feel guilty, too. What if Levi truly is just trying to be friendly? But why would he take you out and then entertain the idea of you potentially kissing him? Does he like you too? Are you taking advantage of his friendship? Is Levi simply taking pity on you?

You throw yourself out of your bed, grumbling to yourself, “And this is exactly why I don’t date. This is so fucking annoying.”

Because attachment is one thing, commitment is another. And if there’s anything you know about commitment, it’s how exhilarating it feels to leave it behind.

You distract yourself by cleaning up the mess of supplies you’ve left outside, and tidying up your apartment.

Petra is true to her word, showing up to your front door exactly ten minutes past six o’clock. Take out bags in hand, she glares her beautiful amber eyes at you as she barges into your apartment.

“Forks. Talk.”

Your mouth falls open, your teeth clicking as you snap it shut, “Oh, okay?”

She’s a fiery girl, spreading the bags’ contents across your coffee table, seating herself on your floor with a huff. She didn’t come here to play around, that you know for sure. You collect the utensils from your kitchen, and take a seat on the opposite side of the table. The only gentleness she portrays is how softly she takes the fork from your hand, speaking a soft “thank you” before digging into her food, eyes solidified in that glare.

“Guess it’s time for the talk portion?” you joke, and it does not land the way you want it to. Petra chews angrily in response. You gulp, “Okay, I’ll tell you everything.”

And you do. You don’t leave out a single detail, going into the way Levi gazed at you the entire night, all the way up to the almost kiss, if you could call it that. She eats slowly, hanging onto every single word that falls from your lips. She nods, her face scrunches, she chuckles, she hums. When a sigh leaves you, her mouth opens, but you end your story with one last thought.

“Petra, I think I like Levi.”

“Oh yeah, big time,” she mirrors your sigh, her back meeting the bottom of your couch. “If it helps, he definitely likes you too.”

“But, why hasn’t he made a move then?” you fiddle with your thumbs. “I mean, he never said last night was a date. And honestly, up until last night, I thought Levi didn’t even like me. I thought he just felt bad. I still think he just feels bad for me.”

“Listen,” Petra starts. “You have to cut that out. No one feels bad for you, especially not Levi. When has he ever cut you a break? Or anyone for that matter?”

You recall your first shift at the bar — how angry Levi had been with you, how he had tried his best to manage your nervous behavior and fumbling hands. You remember how he called you out on your mistakes, and how you promised him you’d do better next time. That was a break. Offering you the job in the first place was a break.

She continues, as if reading where your mind has gone, “Levi isn’t like that. He’s kind in his own special way, sure, but he’s not sympathetic. Empathetic is more like it. We all know how hard adjusting to a new life is, and it’s so fucking hard. If I were Levi and I had some foreign woman just move in next door with no job and saw her clearly struggling, I’d help out too. It’s called being a good person. People don’t just do things for others to make themselves feel better, they do it because they want to. Whether or not Levi felt bad doesn’t matter, because he didn’t help you out with the intentions of getting something out of you. He wanted to help, and that’s it.”

“When I was in highschool, I got invited to go to prom with this boy I really liked,” you smile sadly to yourself. “He was kind of popular, I kind of wasn’t, but I had my close group of friends. Anyways, turns out it had been a prank, and I got stood up. My best friend, Eren, ditched his own date because he felt bad for me. Long story short, we tried the whole friends with benefits thing, which didn't work out, but we still ended up being really good friends. Actually, the girl he ditched ended up being the closest friend I ever had. That’s probably the most experience I have in the love department. Everyone else I’ve been with have been hookups or one night stands. I’ve never properly dated someone.”

“Why didn’t you and Eren work out?” Petra asks, and it sounds weird having his name come out of her mouth.

“We grew up together, it was just weird,” you chuckle. “Eren’s a great guy, we just, weren’t compatible romantically, I guess.”

“You have a really bad habit of making your friends turn to lovers,” she points out teasingly. “You gonna romance me next?”

“Keep bringing me dinner and we’ll see,” you wag your eyebrows suggestively, the two of you falling into a fit of laughter. “I’m just super inexperienced, Petra. I don’t really do commitment.”

“It’s scary,” she empathizes. “But it’s worth it, to be in love and be loved. It’s terrifying, but the good kind of terrifying. Why do you think people write books about this kind of stuff?”

You snort, “True. I just don’t want to fuck anything up, you know? I really like Levi, I like all of you. What if we don’t work out? We’re not only coworkers, but he literally lives next door. I can’t avoid him. It’s a disaster waiting to happen.”

“What if it’s not though? What if he’s like, a soulmate or something?” her eyebrows come together, a frown etched on her face. “You can’t predict the end of something that hasn’t even started yet.”

You nod, agreeing with her logic, “You’re right. It’s just-“

“Scary,” Petra finishes your sentence in understanding. She smiles softly, “It is. But it’s also one of the greatest feelings in the entire world. You’d be denying yourself of that if you don’t go for it with Levi.”

“This might be a stupid question,” you sigh. “But, does Levi date? Have you ever seen him with someone before?”

“Honestly, no,” she confesses, laughing under her breath. “I’ve never heard him talk about someone before. He’s never brought anyone around, a partner or any family. That’s why I know he likes you. He talks about you. He lights up when he says your name. Just like you do when you talk about him.”

“Why is this so complicated?” you lean back into the heels of your hands, tucking your ankles under your calves.

“Because you’re making it complicated. Okay, here’s the facts,” Petra stands up, waving her arms as she speaks. “You like Levi. Levi likes you. No if ands or buts, these are the facts. You’re scared of commitment, so you’re getting cold feet and trying to bolt before anything even happens. Levi has his own baggage, probably, and doesn’t even entertain the idea of a relationship. He took you on a date — and don’t give me that look, it was a date — and opened himself up. You saw that, and now you’re scared of furthering your connection because of the what if’s. So, we have to look at the options.

“Option one,” she holds out one finger. “You pursue a relationship with Levi. It either ends badly, or, it doesn’t end at all. Option two! You stay friends and pine over each other and nothing ever happens and you get to watch each other move on with other people and be completely miserable.”

“Completely?” you muse.

“Completely.”

“Okay,” you smile, shaking your head. “So, what’s the game plan? What should I do?”

Her amber eyes widen, a beam spreading on her lips, “Okay! So, tomorrow night is Halloween.”

“Yes?” you narrow your eyes.

“I know what Levi’s being, because he’s it every year,” her pupils twinkle with mischief. “So, I have just the costume to kick start mission ‘let’s get these two idiots to admit they like each other’!”

Petra tells you all about her costume idea, and you sit across from her with stars in your eyes. You don’t hesitate to thank her for everything — listening to your worries and giving you some of the best advice you’ve ever heard.

“It’s what friends do.”

Nervous doesn’t begin to describe your current state.

You’ve been standing in the bar bathroom for ten minutes, glaring your reflection down. You’ve washed your hands, fiddled with your makeup and hair, twirled and inspected your form several times. You don’t hate your costume. No, you think you actually look really cute. That’s not why you’re nervous.

You’re nervous because Petra didn’t tell you what Levi would be, just that you were going to match. She didn’t tell you that Levi dressed up in devil horns every year.

You adjust the feathery white wings strapped to your back, and groan. If there’s an art form in being subtle, you wonder what chaos being painfully obvious constitutes.

Sundays are usually your quiet shifts in the bar, but Halloween calls for a different kind of night. The building is packed with customers — ghosts, witches, Pitbull impersonators, you name it. They fish out cash from their wallets in exchange for a night they will probably not remember, to swallow drinks they will not taste as the liquids go down. You, in your crystal clarity, will be cursed to remember every single detail of tonight — whether you want to or not.

With one last determined glance to your reflection, you take a deep inhale through your nose, and force your legs to walk out of the restroom.

The sounds of voices and music flow unrestrained by the barrier of the bathroom door, and every step closer to the main floor only amplifies the incoherent noise. You can’t hear your footsteps against the floor, nor a single thought in your mind. Call it perseverance, call it ignorant bliss, but the distracting sounds provide instant relief to your anxious state.

Passing through the last stretch of the corridor leading to the public restrooms, your eyes search immediately for the bar counter. Levi and Petra’s forms are shadowed by the crowd lining the oak, you see slivers of their faces through the silhouetted limbs and torsos of customers. Neither of them have seen you yet. You’re perfectly on time for your shift, early even.

Your white dress flows against your kneecaps as you continue your journey forward, Petra’s borrowed champagne colored pumps on your feet. They’re not ideal for work, of course, but the strawberry blonde had aggressively insisted you to wear them. She’d be disappointed if you hadn’t, plus you had to admit, they really did complete your look.

You’re nearly positive that you will be barefoot in the next hour, your angel wings discarded elsewhere.

It feels as if eons of time have passed when you finally circle around the edge of the bar, floating over to Petra and Levi with a timid question, “Hey, where do you guys need me at?”

Levi looks incredible, to say the least. As minimalistic as his costume may appear, it suits him well. He looks good in red. A scarlet headband stabilized on the crown of his head, the ends tucked behind his ears, two devil horns poke through his raven colored locks. A tight black long sleeve shirt clings to his torso, tucked ever so neatly into the belted waistband of his slacks. He’s beautiful, he’s always beautiful.

And of course, Petra looks stunning as well — a pointy black hat perched atop her strawberry blonde hair, a tight black dress matched with black tights and boots. You want to give her bra a standing ovation, the support of the underwire pushing them up and out. Seems as if everyone’s staring at Petra too. But you? Your eyes can’t seem to leave Levi.

His eyes can’t seem to leave you either, when he finally looks up from his cocktail.

Realization strikes his expression like a hard slap to his cheek. You’re an angel, and he’s a devil. It’s easy enough. To him, it probably seems like a coincidence. Unbeknownst to everyone apart from you and Petra, it’s not. Instead, it’s a carefully crafted plan, all credit due to the bubbly girl. You don’t know exactly what this means, to match with Levi accidentally by Petra’s intentions, but it means something. It has to, his silver orbs hold a glimmer not previously there as he observes you. Maybe you look pretty to him, maybe he finds this humorous. Regardless, it finds him, and you suppose that’s what the end goal of all of this is.

“Switch with me! I’ll go man the floor,” Petra perks, quickly passing out the last requested glass of her creation to a customer.

You nod, smiling at her as she passes. She wags her eyebrows at you, and disappears into the crowd of patrons. You gulp, and replace her.

“You look nice,” you say smoothly, getting to work on taking drink orders from across the counter. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Levi’s cheeks flush.

“Seems as if we match,” Levi ignores your compliment, focusing on what his hands are doing at the moment.

“Seems as if we do,” you flirt, smiling down at the cocktail shaker in your hand. “What do you think about it?”

“I think you must’ve known,” he mumbles. “Did you go snooping through the pictures in the back?”

Caught red handed, “Actually, no, Petra’s idea.”

Levi exhales through his nose, shaking his head in amusement, “Looks like we’re not actually wearing costumes this year.”

His words flutter your heart, and you dip your head down to conceal your grin, “Levi, are you flirting with me?”

“And if I am?” his elbow brushes against yours, his tone light and airy.

You send him a knowing glance, “Then I’ll tell you I don’t flirt with devils.”

“Using my own words against me, how cruel.”

“Not very angel-like of me I suppose,” your tongue feels witty and you surprise yourself with how easy these replies leave your lips.

“You have no idea-,” he gets cut off by a demanding customer dressed as Luke Skywalker, his attention stolen.

You end up getting swamped in orders, all three of you struggling to meet requests during the next hour. If this were your first week, you’d be drowning under the pressure. However, today marks your fourth week here at the bar, and your official one month and some change of living in the city. You feel like a pro behind the counter, gliding easily between familiar French words and broken English.

You realize now that every single struggle to get here was worth it. You understand Petra’s advice now. You even come to a new perspective, lost in your thoughts. It grounds you, and you ask yourself: when have you ever been afraid of the unknown? You crossed land and sea to be where you are now, a place previously unknown. You met friends who were previously unknown, and formed bonds that to you seem practically unbreakable.

If you hadn’t left home, you wouldn’t know the exhilarating freedom of independence. You wouldn’t have conquered your fears and the odds stacked against you. You wouldn’t be so honestly happy.

Watching Levi from the corner of your eyes, you suppose maybe taking the risk of getting your heart broken is a risk worth taking.

The rest of the night goes by without a single problem. Petra works the dwindling floor, you and Levi slow on your drink making and turn to cleaning instead. The strawberry blonde flips the lock on the door when the last customer leaves, and turns to the two of you.

“I can lock up if you guys want to head out,” she offers, looking you directly in the eye. “I don’t mind cleaning up!”

Levi’s face falls, concern lacing through his expression, “There’s a lot of cleaning to do.”

Petra simply waves her hand, “I got it. You both look exhausted, and I may have had a bit too much coffee today. You’re doing me a favor by leaving, really. I gotta burn off this energy somehow.”

The ravenette shrugs, “It better not be a mess when I open in the morning.”

“No promises!”

You hide a snicker behind your palm, and Levi diverts his attention to you, “You ready to go then?”

“Yeah,” you bite down on your lip, keeping your growing smile at bay.

Before the two of you pass through the front door, you spare a look at Petra. She hooks her big thumb up in a fist, a bubbly beam on her face. You roll your eyes and giggle under your breath, and close the door behind you.

“You really don’t own a jacket, do you?”

The cold midnight air nips at the surface of your exposed arms, and you sigh, “I keep forgetting to buy one.”

You watch as his eyes fall up and down your frame and — is Levi checking you out right now? You stand straighter, and hope your goosebumps flatten in the time it takes for you to talk home.

You feel fingertips ghost the small of your back, and that hope is gone. Those goosebumps will stay on your flesh forever.

“Keep forgetting, or you just want me to touch you on our walk home?” Levi leans in, whispering into the shell of your ear.

You swallow, “Isn’t that what friends are for?”

“Funny,” he chuckles under his breath. “You know, I never got to finish my thought earlier. About you being not so angel-like.”

“You didn’t?”

“No,” if Levi keeps breathing into your ear, you’re going to pull him into the closest alleyway and have your way with him. “I think it suits you.”

“Yeah?” you stutter.

“Yeah,” his fingers trail upwards, nails bumping along the seam of your dress zipper. “Bel ange.”

(Beautiful angel.)

“Levi,” you gasp. “What are you doing?”

“Taking you home,” Levi’s lips tease your earlobe, so close to a kiss. He pulls away, his touch falling from your back, “C’mon, it’s cold.”

You want to scream the entire way back to your apartment. The pounding in your ears and your core have you gripping the edges of your dress, wanting to abandon any last shred of control you possess. You want Levi. You want to grab him by the back of his neck and pull those pretty lips to yours. You want to undress him, shove your greedy hands all over his skin and fuck him until the sun comes up. You want it so bad.

Fuck the consequences. Fuck the heartbreak. Fuck Levi for making you feel this way.

You’d be an idiot to think now that he doesn’t want you either. His hand bumps the back of yours, teasingly and temptingly. When your fingers extend to intertwine them together, he shifts, walking a centimeter away. Your hand goes limp, and he’s back, brushing against you all over again. It’s infuriating. You feel as if you’re going to lose control any second.

You’re standing in your hallway before you know it — Levi’s unlocking his door, ready to part ways. He’s been talking to you the entire time, but you’ve been so focused on how badly you want him you’ve tuned him out.

So what if Levi feels bad for you? You don’t feel bad for yourself, for anyone. You worked hard to be where you’re at now, and you won’t let anyone make you believe otherwise. So if you like Levi, it’s because you like him, no other reason. The same standard should be held to the ravenette too.

It’s impulsive, but you’re tired of holding back.

You launch yourself away from your front door and stomp over to him. You circle your fingers around his wrist, positioned on the lock, and you tug. Levi releases all tension in his muscles, his arm limp in your hold. Those beautiful silver eyes of his stare at you, and you stare back.

“I don’t want to be friends,” the words fly past your lips.

“It’s a little too late for that now, don’t you think?” Levi rasps, his other arm navigating you by your waist. Your back presses against his door, and he steps between your parting thighs, “I quite like having you as a friend.”

“Do friends shamelessly flirt with each other? Do they take them out on dates?” you feel bold despite his physical advantage. You’re caged between Levi and his door. You feel like you’re on fire.

“We do,” his tongue slides over his bottom lip, and your fire ignites into an inferno. “Can I tell you something?”

“Sure,” you can’t seem to catch your breath, the puffs leaving your lungs rapidly.

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” Levi confesses, laughing breathlessly. “I tried to get you out of my head, I thought not talking to you would work. It didn’t. And then tonight, you look fucking — beautiful. You always do. It’s frustrating, you’re a fucking temptress.”

“Levi,” you whine. “Kiss me, please.”

“I can’t take it back if I do,” his forehead presses to yours. “And this is a terrible idea.”

You nod meekly, “It is, and you can’t. We shouldn’t.”

“We shouldn’t,” he repeats, yet his head dips in further. His nose brushes against yours, his breath fans your lips, “Tell me to stop.”

“I can’t,” you whisper, terrified to move a muscle. “I want you.”

“You’re going to be the death of me,” his lips hover directly above yours now, the skin barely touching. “Last chance, tell me.”

You do, just not with words.

Your hands slide to Levi’s neck, and you pull. Air escapes the both of you as your lips finally collide. Your jaws flex as your mouths move, deeply and passionately. Levi tastes like mint. Suddenly, it’s your new favorite flavor.

Levi’s fucking good at kissing.

Your thighs close around his hips, his torso flushed against yours as he lifts you off the ground. Your ankles hook around his back, his palms sliding and gripping the undersides of your bare thighs. You’re pounding again, though you suppose it never stopped. It’s stronger now with the knowledge that the only thing separating Levi’s length and your center is a thin strip of panties and his bottoms. You cart your fingers through his undercut, and tug on the roots of the hair above.

A moan ricochets through your throat when, whether intentionally or not, his bulge catches the fabric concealing your clit, and he rolls his hips. All thoughts fly out of the preverbal window, and you’re a goner.

“I heard you that night,” Levi’s voice cracks, never ceasing to stop kissing you. “Your moans through the wall. You sounded so fucking pretty, and then, you said my name. Ça m'a rendu fou. Tu pensais à moi? A ce que je te ferais — fuck.”

(It drove me insane. Were you thinking about me? What I would do to you?)

“Need you,” you gasp, desire flooding in your core at his words. “So badly, I need you.”

“Tu ne sais pas combien de fois je t'ai imaginé comme ça. Me suppliant, m'embrassant. J'ai baisé mon poing en pensant à toi, juste comme ça,” Levi’s teeth tug at your bottom lip, releasing it to watch the flesh snap back into place. “You need me?”

(You don’t know how many times I’ve pictured you like this. Begging for me, kissing me. I fucked my fist thinking of you, just like this.)

“Yes!” you cry, rocking your hips to seek out that sweet relief of his clothed erection.

Levi’s hands travel past your thighs, cupping and groping your ass as he groans into your mouth, “Your apartment.”

“Don’t wanna put on a show for the neighbors?” you giggle as he allows your wobbly legs to meet the floor.

The ravenette crouches to his knees, fingers never leaving the skin from underneath your dress, “Figured you wouldn’t want our neighbors to watch you cum on my tongue. Unless, you do?”

To prove a point to his words, his mouth presses directly above your right knee, his tongue rolling little circles into your flesh. Heat swarms your lower abdomen, and your fingers lace through his hair.

“Levi,” you choke, head lolling back. “Let’s go, please.”

“You don’t want me to eat you out right here in the hallway?” the ravenette reluctantly pulls away, standing to full height. His fingers wrap around your waist as he walks backwards towards your front door, “I’ll admit, I’m a bit selfish. I want to be the only one to watch you fall apart.”

Your hands scramble to unlock your door, Levi’s lips attached to your neck, “You’re driving me crazy.”

“Good.”

The cedar opens and slams within seconds, his mouth desperately returning to yours. His kiss leaves you breathless, and you’re kicking off shoes messily, fumbling with the wings on your back. They fall to the floor, your apartment in total disarray as you make your way to the bedroom. You think you hit every wall on the way there, pressing Levi against the white surface, rolling around so he’s the one caging you against the wall. Hands fly wherever they can meet skin, lips land where they may — his neck, your neck, your mouth, his mouth.

With one swift motion, your back hits the mattress, Levi crawling on top of you. The bottom of your dress is pushed up above your breasts, and he moans low and deep.

“Fuck, so much more beautiful than I imagined,” he breathes, lips trailing down your exposed midsection. His hands cup your bra clad breasts, his thumbs rubbing your perked nipples through the fabric. They don’t stay there long, only enough for Levi to memorize the way your breath catches in your throat.

He’s between your legs in an instant, fingers tracing the material of your panties. His eyes flicker up at your expression, the greys fucked out and carnal, and you gulp.

“You want this? Tell me,” his head falls to your left thigh, peppering sloppy kisses along the skin. “Tell me you’ve thought of me.”

“I need you, Levi,” once again, your fingers lock into his hair, your hips bucking. “I need you so bad. You’re all I’ve thought about, please.”

“I know, walls are thin, remember?” you feel his smirk against your inner thigh. His right thumb swipes over your clothed slit, and he chuckles darkly. “So wet, I’ve barely even touched you.”

You whine in response, “Please, touch me.”

“With pleasure, mademoiselle.”

Both of Levi’s thumbs linger on your cunt, massaging the outer lips just outside the lining of your panties. You weap arousal, the ache in your core strong and prominent. It’s not stimulating enough, but it’s something, so you choke out a weak moan. His pointer finger hooks the left side, pulling the soaked fabric aside, exposing you to his hungry gaze.

Levi looks almost dumbstruck. His mouth parts in awe, his eyes widen. You’re soaked. How can you not be when this exact image is what’s been getting you off at night? Alone in your bedroom, fingers working delicious magic against your folds, whimpering his name into the dark as you try to deny your feelings for him.

If you had common sense, you’d use it to come to the conclusion that you’ve never been more attracted to a person before in your life. With his beautiful icy eyes and smart mouth, the way he makes your soul feel on fire. He’s consumed your thoughts, you fucking dream of Levi. But dreams and reality are drastically different — and the ravenette lies between your shaky thighs right now. It’s real, and so are your feelings for him.

You don’t need instruction to spread your legs. Despite the nerves rattling through your body, your knees part, your cunt on fully display. You watch in your own awe as Levi licks his lips, and finally presses his mouth to your clit.

It’s an instant reaction, the way you buck into his mouth and release an earth shattering moan. His thumbs continue to massage your outer lips, his tongue trailing up and down your folds. This action could get you off alone, but you know Levi has more planned. You can tell by the way he smiles against your clit, his fingers dancing closer and closer to your clenching hole.

His lips suction around your bundle of nerves, and his tongue starts flicking and caressing the nub. Rolling the muscle in a deliberate pattern, he groans. You can’t hold back the string of moans and needy whimpers from your throat, your eyes roll back into your skull and your body goes into autopilot. Your legs vibrate, your hands yank on Levi’s hair, and your brain turns to mush.

It’s sinful how good at this he is. You feel like a virgin again. How appropriate are your costumes now? His devil horns are still positioned on his head — you accidentally knock them off with your fingers. You sort of wanted to keep them on, but the thought leaves you quickly. With Levi quite literally making out with your pussy, it’s hard to keep a thought front and center.

And then, Levi positions his fingers at your entrance, and presses one single digit inside. You nearly scream.

He does it so slowly, sinking in his finger knuckle by knuckle until your walls hug him tight, “Fuck, you’re so fucking beautiful.”

His words vibrate against your clit, and he hooks his finger directly into your sweet spot. He strokes the spongy spot languidly, not even thrusting inside of you. You could honestly pass out from the pleasure.

There’s a bubbling in your core, hot and demanding of attention. It starts small, but as Levi rolls his tongue at an expert pace against your cunt, it grows rapidly. You feel as if you’re going to explode, your soul bursting through your skin the second you cum. It’s almost a spiritual experience — Levi’s mouth devouring at your clit, edging his second digit into your hole. You think you find enlightenment when the two fingers begin to stretch you open, scissoring your slick walls. You pulsate against them, your cunt clinging to the actions with such vitality and grip. You feel your arousal slip around his fingers, beads trailing down and joining Levi’s salvia at the seam of your ass.

And when he starts thrusting, you can no longer contemplate the meaning of life. Because you’ve found it. It’s pleasure, it’s the reasoning found on the tongue of this man, it’s the air in your lungs that expands and dissipates shortly after. It’s indulgence. It’s coming to the conclusion that no amount of happiness or sorrow is even comparable to the experience of true, passionate pleasure.

“Oh my fucking god, Levi!” you babble, not entirely sure it’s even coherent. “So good, feels so good!”

You feel the bubbling start to tip over, and you realize something about Levi. You think you love him.

It’s so sloppy, all of it. The only precise motion of his constantly moving tongue, swirling and stroking at your throbbing clit. His fingers are messy, desperate thrusting that you can only imagine that he’s thinking about something else — his cock slamming into you over and over. Levi has to be. He hasn’t stopped moaning himself.

You can’t look away from him, he looks as if he’s in heaven. Levi ruts into your mattress, using every muscle in his body to devour you with his tongue, fuck you with his fingers. His toes are curling. You can’t stop thinking about what he’d look like plunging his cock into you, how crazed and passionate Levi would be. The pulsing in your abdomen only increases at the thought, your noises increasingly becoming more high pitched and needy.

“Getting so tight, you close?” Levi moans, tongue lolling out of his mouth. “Fucking squeezing on me, that’s it angel, cum.”

You thank whatever forces created the man between your legs. Between his tousled black locks splattered between your knuckles, to his blown out pupils and desperate expression — you think maybe Levi should’ve been the one dressed as an angel.

You roll your hips against his tongue once more, and your climax slams into you like a freight train. You scream breathlessly, gasping and fighting for oxygen. Levi’s knocked the wind out of you. Pure white surges through your vision, but you don’t miss the mesmerized gaze he sends you. Your thighs clamp around his head, he lets you ride the waves of release, rocking yourself against his face and fingers.

You slump completely against your mattress with rapid inhales of air, a stupified chuckle heaving from your lungs. Levi licks at your nub through your last pulses of orgasm, until you’re whining and pulling away from his attention.

His face is drenched in spit and your juices, and you think Levi has never looked more beautiful than he has in this moment. Soft eyes, a satisfied smile on his lips, he crawls up your body. A gentle kiss is placed on your swollen pout, and he hums.

“Not bad?” he chuckles at your lifeless form.

“Not bad? You just fucked the common sense out of me,” you sigh. “Holy shit, Levi, I don’t think I’ve ever came that fast before. What the fuck?”

“Who said I was done?”

Your sleepy eyes widen, looking at him in confusion, “Huh?”

“That was reckless of me,” his head dips down, attaching his slicked lips to your collarbone. “I should’ve taken my time with you, got carried away. Encore une fois, une autre.”

(Again, one more.)

You shake your head, trying to get the words out before Levi falls between your thighs again. You fail.

A long, slow stripe up your folds sends your mind reeling. You weakly yelp, too tired to protest, the ache in your core reigniting.

Ever so gently, the tip of his tongue circles the outer rim of your clit. He teases the hood, stroking downwards to avoid going all out on the exposed nerves, your walls clamping down at the pleasure. You’re out of reasons to stop him, it feels way too fucking good, so you don’t.

“Could do this for hours,” Levi mumbles huskily, bringing his drenched fingers to your cunt once more. He swipes, gathering your arousal and sticky release, and sinks in his two digits once more. You groan in synchronicity, your pussy squeezing around him as he pushes in. It��s too slow compared to the fast pace he had set before, every nerve in your body screaming in electric pleasure.

“Levi!” you cry, fisting the sheets beside you. Your back arches, bones aching in rejection to the movement, you whimper, “Can’t, ‘s too much.”

“Not enough,” he disagrees, attaching his lips once more to your throbbing clit. Levi sucks the flesh between the plush of his lips, and you’re past the point of no return. Embracing it, you dig your fingers into his scalp once more.

Levi allows you to rock your hips into the heat of his mouth, allows you to bounce yourself on his fingers. His hand hardly moves, letting you hit all your sweet spots on your own accord. His eyes never waver from yours, his expression drips in longing and lust. He speaks to you this way, you can hear every word behind those greys. He wants you. He needs you. And that’s enough to bring you to the brink of your second climax.

His muscle stays the same lazy pace, and you’re about to lose your entire mind. Not even a few minutes ago, you were telling him it was too much. Now, it’s not enough, just as he had said. Your pussy grips his digits with such a ferocity, you’re worried he may lose feelings in his hand. If you were wet before, you’re now an entire ocean of yearning. You can hear it, how absolutely drenched you are. With every thrust of your hips, the squelching reaches your ears. You could burn with embarrassment, if you were in a coherent state of mind.

But you’re not, and Levi’s about to deliver you another toe curling orgasm.

“Fuck, fuck,” you heave, going cross eyed. “Levi, I, fuck, shit!”

“So soon?” Levi sounds disappointed, but his tongue finally moves faster. “C’mon, give me another.”

Your scream is loud, and for a split second you’re worried your neighbors might think you’re being murdered. The bubble in your center bursts, and you’re cumming your brains out. Stronger than the first, longer than the first, you can feel the gush of fluid leak around Levi’s fingers. He scissors you through it, pushing back against your convulsing walls and licking you clean. You feel a single tear slip down your cheek, your body and mind completely spent.

Thankfully, the last squeeze of your climax pushing his digits out of your aching cunt, Levi seems satisfied. He places a chaste kiss to your clit, as if saying goodbye.

“No more,” you mumble, afraid that if he continues, your brain will leak out of your ears. “‘M tired.”

His hands smoothe over your thighs, massaging the skin with his thumbs, “You really are beautiful, you know that?”

You smile lazily as Levi eases himself onto his side, crawling up to lay next to your form, “So are you. Thanks, needed that.”

“What are friends for?” Levi captures your lips in a kiss, gentle and sweet.

You laugh, closing your eyes, “Oh fuck, guess we have to figure that out now, don’t we?”

He only hums, brushing stray strands of hair from your forehead. The action lulls you into a sense of security, of comfort. You start to slip into a dream, the warmth from his body welcomed and wanted. It’s only when it disappears you come to, watching through half lidded eyes as he pulls your dress back down, adjusting your panties back into place.

He must think you’re fast asleep, as Levi does not say a word. He tugs your comforter up over your body, tucking the material in around your waist and shoulders. He kisses your forehead, picks his horns off the floor, and he leaves.

You want to call out to him, ask him to stay. You imagine waking up to Levi would be a vision comparable to art — every part of you wants to appreciate the morning sun lingering on the plains of his face. You want to kiss him good morning, reciprocate the pleasure he’s bestowed onto you, have him moan your name.

Your front door locks, and you’re knocked out.

The next week goes by surprisingly fast. You blink, and it’s Friday. Unfortunately, you haven’t seen much of your favorite ravenette, but you've seen too much of Petra.

Of course, you tell her everything. How you’ve come to the realization you have strong feelings for Levi, how he made out with your pussy for nearly an hour. How you’ve barely seen him since, but when you’ve relieved him of his shifts at the bar he’s given you that look — the same one he burned into your memory, the heated lustful gaze from between your thighs.

He’s all you’ve been thinking about. Petra seems to think you’re in love. Maybe you are. Maybe you just really want to fuck Levi. Who knows?

Still, you can’t ignore the thrumming of your heartbeat every time you think about him. Not even dirty either, just in general. You picture his smile, you hear his laugh, you smell his cologne — you’re hopeless. He’s fanned this fire inside of you, and now it’s out of control.

This is why you don’t date. You can’t seem to get them out of your mind. In your spare time, you paint. They always end up being a hazy rainbow of his lips, his eyes.

So, to distract yourself, you Google art schools in France.

You’re laying in bed, belly full of dinner, teeth freshly brushed, browser on your phone opened to numerous pages informing you about costs and tuition. You could get a loan, seek financial help, once you’re ready of course. There’s a particular school that catches your fancy, illustrious and highly praised. They offer introductory classes, for a fairly high price, but the idea of getting back to school kind of makes you excited.

You’ve worked hard to be where you’re currently at. Potential lovers and friends aside, you’re genuinely optimistic about what the future may bring you. Of course with this brings the past clawing at the back of your mind, casting self doubt in all those positive places.

You hadn’t flunked out of college because you weren’t doing well. You did it because you couldn’t stand to be miserable anymore. Your art had no meaning, you felt caged in a place where you felt you couldn’t truly be yourself. In a way, you’ve found yourself in your struggle. You can appreciate these parts of you now — your strength, your courage, your perseverance.

You wanted to find meaning, and you found it. Well, you’re still finding it. But purpose means something different to you now. Before, it meant belonging to something. Belonging to a perfect family, belonging to a perfect friend group, belonging to a constant state of happiness and creativity. Now, the idea of purpose looks more like searching. Searching for expansion, searching how to be a better person, searching for the things that move your soul. You’re reminded of how amazed by yourself you are — whether or not that sounds narcissistic is up for debate, but you’re content in knowing that your soul is as vast as the ocean itself. Your depth is admirable, and your insight has allowed you to find these traits in others. To appreciate them. The grass is just as green on your lawn as it is on others.

You can conquer anything, art school included. You’re ready to try again.

As you start to delve deeper into your research, a knocking interrupts your train of thought. You glance at the time at the top of your screen. It’s late in the night, just past ten o’clock.

It can’t be Petra at your door, she usually calls before showing up. She’s been making many trips to your apartment as of late, indulging you in girl talk and deep conversations. You’ve gotten to know the strawberry blonde so well over the last two weeks, down to her favorite color and why she refuses to eat mushrooms. The texture bothers her, and she’s very passionate about the fact dishes seem to taste better without them.

With a reluctance to leave the comfort of your bed, you groan. The knocking sounds again, and you stand, ready to give whoever’s at your door a piece of your mind.

Your bare feet pad along the floor, your silk robe brushing against your shins as you walk. Your apartment is warm, thanks to your endless search for the thermostat. Your dwelling is painted in mostly darkness, ready for the end of the day and the promise of a peaceful slumber. You flick on a lamp in your living room, and unlock your front door.

Levi stands, fist paused in the air, as if he had been prepared to knock once again. You freeze, tilting your head in confusion.

Your breath is caught in your throat. Levi looks as if he can’t stop breathing. His chest rises and falls like he’s out of oxygen, his muscles tense and halted.

Neither of you are speaking. It feels as if time is frozen. He’s staring at you, swirling eyes and clenching jaw. You’re confused, but you know why he’s here. You can see it written all over his face.

Levi isn’t going to tiptoe around his feelings anymore. He’s here to prove this to you.

Lightning strikes, and the two of you are hurtling towards each other. Clashing like thunder, your torsos collide in your threshold, and Levi’s lips press to yours. His hands circle your waist, sliding up and down your spine as he walks you backwards, kicking your front door shut with his heel.

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