#WOAH! Who made my dad look that hot?!

[nativegirltapes]

okay so i was thinking how about you write the night drew and angel met and him finding out her age and stuff

you’d only ever seen drew around your dad’s movie set, the two of you had small convos and constantly exchanged ‘hi’s’ and little waves, but when you seen him outside set, you knew it was your only chance.

warnings/notes: both drew and angel drunk talking, drew liking little girls lol, angel tryna be sassy nonchalant, they’re both tryna play hard to get, suggestive ending! idk if i rlly like this

it started with constant eye contact, then before you knew it you were both drunk and having a conversation about your age. "fuck, you're nineteen?" drew rubbed his head, regret filling up his body. he couldn't be seen messing around with someone as young as you, but the alcohol in his system didn’t make it seem like such a huge problem.

"well when you say it like that, it sounds bad.” you rolled your eyes, toying with drew’s hand that was much larger than yours.

“it is bad.” he chuckled. “you’re like half my age.” he never broke eye contact with you, you liked it, he was mature. “cmon,” you rubbed your hand across his chest. “you’re that much of an old man?” you giggled.

drew leaned down, his lips pressed against your ear. “yeah. waaayy too old for you.” he whispered. something about the way his hot breath hit your ear made your panties wet; he was so big, so tall, so old. you both knew it wasn’t the best decision, but god, were you both intrigued. “doesn’t mean we can’t still be friends.” you batted your eyelashes up at him, how did such a young girl like you know how to break him.

“yeah, what if you start to like me?” drew questioned you with a smirk plastered across his face. “what if you start to like me?” you turned the tables on him, trying your best to play along with his games. as if you weren’t on the verge of vomiting from the butterflies in your stomach. “who says i don’t?”

“well,” you looked away for a second, desperate to keep composure. “it’s gonna take more than that. i’m a classy girl.”

“classy girl, hm?” drew smirked, “those outfits don’t exactly scream ‘classy’.” drew looked you up and down, yeah, maybe he was using it as an excuse to check you out, but you didn’t need to know that. “yeah and you didn’t exactly scream pervert to me either.” you shot back. “but here we are.”

“woah,” drew set down his beer on the bar counter. “you’re sassy.” somehow the space between the both of you was closing, his big arms and chest practically bursting out of his shirt, you felt wrong and dirty for feeling as horny as you did. “what are you gonna do about it?”

“i don’t think you can handle what i’d do about it.” drew took another swig of his beer. you were both way past the point of drunk and horny. if drew was sober, he would’ve never came up to you in the first place. “yeah, okay.” you scoffed.

“you wanna find out?”

[nosyrobin]

“Lucky bastard”

(YJ version) Robin/Nightwing X Super!Reader

→Genre: Fluff

“Woah! I didn’t know you can cook a 5 star meal!” Wally said as he blitz over to check out the steak you made with asparagus. You only shrugged as you sit the place down, Wally immediately gobbled it up. Ending with him with a bloated belly filled with a good hot meal.

Robin walks in the kitchen to see you cleaning where you cooked as Wally looked at his best friend. “Dude! Sups over here can cook a mean dish. You gotta try their steak” he says. Robin smiled, “Aw man..wish I had my own plate when I came earlier..”

You rolled your eyes as you opened the microwave to pull out an extra plate of what Wally had. “I heard your stomach growling birdy. Eat up.” You put the plate gently on the counter as robin got a knife and fork to eat it. As he took the first bite, he went into flavor town as he couldn’t believe you made this. “Woah..”

“I know right dude! It’s amazing..you don’t mind if I take a small piece rig—” “NO BACK OFF WALLY!” Robin immediately covered his plate with his body. Eyes furrowed down, Wally backed away shock. “Woah man..didn’t know you were that hungry.” And with that, Wally sped off. Leaving you and Robin alone, you laughed at the speedster speeding away as Robin went ham mode on the steak.

Having steak juice running from his mouth made you cringe. You grabbed a paper towel as you inched towards him, wiping the juices off his mouth and side of his lips. You felt Robin tense with hearing his heart rate go up. The boy wonder slowly turns his head at you, you tried to ignore the teen’s stare as you wiped the last mess on his lips. Throwing away the paper towel, Robin caught your attention when he grabbed your wrist gently.

“Whoever marries you in the future is one lucky bastard.” He says with a smile, he then goes back to eating the steak and asparagus. You only laughed, walking out the kitchen as the boy wonder feed himself to what he feel inlove with.

Years later….

Dick was in his casual clothes as he looked outside the window, showing the beautiful night sky. He smiled, looking down at his left hand. That beautiful ring that shows off who he belongs to, that moment was ruined when his stomach growled. Dick groaned, sitting down in his bed as he wondered when dinner will be done.

But the gods have answered when your voice ran through the apartment

“DICK!! Dinner is done, I can hear that monster of your stomach calling for food!” You yelled, ending it with that beautiful laugh of yours. Dick’s eyes widened, getting up from the bed and running down the hall to the kitchen. There you were with an apron as Hailey barked seeing her human dad. “Ah it’s my favorite…the one that made me fall in love with you.” He pointed to the plate you held out to him.

“Steak and asparagus.” You both said, laughing before dick kissed you sweetly on your lips. You had to move the plate from you as dick then started to hungrily kiss you, having one hand on your lower back. Pushing your body towards him more. You had to break the kiss as dick laid his head on your shoulder.

“Cmon let’s eat, dick..” you said smiling, dick hummed. Smiling with a nod of his own he took his plate while you took yours.

He sure is a lucky bastard for life.

[sharlsworld]

⋆⭒˚.⋆ parents these days - 𝐋𝐍𝟒 𖤓

（ 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 ）𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗌 𝗑 𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗅𝖾𝗋𝖼 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

（ 𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒 ）𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌𝗇𝗍 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗀𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗈𝗅 𝖽𝖺𝖽，𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗆 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾

𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾 ✫ 𝗂’𝗆 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝗋𝗇 𝗀𝗎𝗒𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝖾 😭

🝮

landonorris

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landonorris we miss our mommy

georgerussell63 Who left you in charge of a 1 month old and a 2 year old?

⤷ landonorris i’m their dad??

⤷ georgerussell63 And??

yn i miss my boys too 🥹🥹 & don’t forget to pick up mathéo’s ointment

♥︎ by author

⤷ all4lando she’s such a mom i love it 😭

francisca.cgomes our??

⤷ landonorris she was my mommy first

⤷ francisca.cgomes you’re disgusting

joris__trouche Justice for Malachi 💔 0.5’s are not his friend 😞

⤷ yn are you implying my son doesn’t look cute joris?? 🤨

⤷ joris__trouche Nonono you and lando make the most beautiful babies in the world

leclerc_pascale My boys 🥰 We need to gave a family dinner soon

⤷ landonorris YES PLEASE i’m in need of your pasta right now

⤷ leclerc_pascale Come over and bring the boys, I just made some

⤷ landonorris already in the car

arthur_leclerc i bet they miss uncle art so much 🥰 i’m coming over right now dw

⤷ landonorris i’m locking the door

⤷ arthur_leclerc girl…i have a spare key

⤷ yn since when?

⤷ arthur_leclerc me & charles snuck in when you guys were sleeping 🥰

⤷ charles_leclerc Hey don’t expose me

🝮

yn

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yn back with my boys 🤍

landonorris first

leclerc_pascale Have fun on your date night!! Love you two 🤍

⤷ lorenzotl Not to much fun though, I don’t need another nephew right now

⤷ arthur_leclerc seriously do you guys ever just lay in bed?

⤷ landonorris i am incapable of that you’re lucky we’re not on baby number 6

⤷ arthur_leclerc oh!

maxverstappen1 Pussy whipped

⤷ landonorris damn right

charles_leclerc Finally he wouldn’t stop calling me to tell me he misses you

alexandrasaintmleux The sweetest baby boys 🥹 I love them so much

⤷ landonorris woah now i’m a devoted and loyal husband to y/n alexandra

⤷ alexandrasaintmleux 😐 blocked

carlossainz55 I miss my nephews I will be over soon to kidnap them ❤️

⤷ yn sounds great los 🫰🏽

⤷ sharls_leclercussy “los” i’m crying 🥹

danielricciardo Gurl boss ✊🏽

🝮

landonorris

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landonorris moms such a party pooper 💔 she wouldn’t let me paint the boys yellow and dress them up as minions

charles_leclerc Do you all just lay in bed all day? And do nothing?

⤷ landonorris would you like it to be just me and y/n in bed alone doing something?

⤷ charles_leclerc I will come sleep in between you two lando norris

mlnmarta Chiara misses Mathéo & Malachi!! We need to visit soon 🤍

⤷ yn yess come over!!

georgerussell63 We must make this happen I can’t get the image out of my head

francisca.cgomes hot mama 😍😍🥵

⤷ landonorris real she can spank me anytime she wants

⤷ mclaren Please do not make us take over your social media again Lando.

yn i’ll put you in timeout

⤷ landonorris please do 🫦🫦

🝮

yn

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yn my babiesss 🤍 living my dream

carmenmmundt So happy for you baby 🥹 You’re so cute I miss you

⤷ yn carmen ilysm 😭💝

alexandrasaintmleux Seriously though, our shopping date when? 🤨🤨

⤷ yn tomorrow 😫

francisca.cgomes MILF MILF MILF

⤷ carmenmmundt MILF MILF MILF

⤷ alexandrasaintmleux MILF MILF MILF

⤷ lilymhe MILF MILF MILF

⤷ lilyzneimer MILF MILF MILF

⤷ landonorris MILF MILF MILF 🤤🥵🍆🍑

landonorris let me put another baby in you please please please mommy 😈😈😫🍆

⤷ yn lando…we’ve talked about what’s appropriate to comment and what’s not

⤷ mclaren Come on bro 😔

⤷ francisca.cgomes take away his social media rights‼️‼️‼️

leclerc_pascale My beautiful girl and her beautiful family🥰

lilymhe ok period aesthetic queen

haileybeiber literally my pintrest board

carla.brocker i miss you sweet girl 💕

⤷ yn i miss you we need to have a sleepover soon 🥹

⤷ flowers444yn y/n still having sleepovers as a wife and mom of 2 kids is so on brand

landoslove this post was for the girls

⤷ landonorris don’t forget lando 😍😇🥰

🝮

landonorris

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landonorris Enjoying Barcelona with my family ❤️

arthur_leclerc yk it’s not lando because he’s using auto caps

thisistotallynotlando they didn’t take away my burner account 🤣🫵🏽 i can’t be stopped

♥︎ 1,729,143

alex_albon free lando till it’s backwards ✊🏽

pierregasly YOU WILL BE AVENGED LANDO

georgerussell63 This definitely sounds like lando 👍

oscarpiastri Very convincing

slutmeoutlewis they actually took over his account again 😭😭

hoeforsainzzz justice for lando

thisistotallynotlando not gonna be a little family for long 😈

lordperceval petition for lando to get his account back ✊🏽

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🝮

yn

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yn do you wanna play mermaids with us?

alexandrasaintmleux My love 🫦🫦

beloved.hamilton where are mathéo & malachi at??

⤷ yn with their dad 😊

carmenmmundt My mermaid tail is purple

oscarpiastri Come back down lando can’t talk to you cause they took his phone and he’s tweaking

⤷ sharls.eclair THEY TOOK HIS PHONE 😭

francisca.cgomes damn ma

leclerc_pascale Beautiful girls ❤️

⤷ alexandrasaintmleux 🥰🥰❤️

⤷ yn thank you maman 🤍

charles_leclerc My girls ♥️♥️

⤷ yn ♥️

⤷ alexandrasaintmleux 💋♥️

mclaren i miss you baby - lando

⤷ maxverstappen1 LMFAO GIRL 💀

⤷ sharls_lerklerk max?? 😭

landosfootfungus where’s lando’s comment?? 😪

⤷ yn he’s in social media jail rn

lilymhe SO GORGEOUS UGH 😫

georgerussell63 The last slide is actually lando and y/n is you guys didn’t know

⤷ alexandrasaintmleux Actually 🤓☝🏽

🝮

landonorris

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landonorris 3 weeks of good behavior and i got my account back. and what did i do in those 3 weeks of good behavior? i got my wife pregnant again 😊

arthur_leclerc sick bastard (i’m so excited)

lorenzotl I jinxed it 😪

yn baby girl norris?? 😇

leclerc_pascale Can’t wait to meet my new grand baby 🥰

alexandrasaintmleux yayaya so happy rn

carmenmmundt You two make the cutest babies it’s not even funny 🥹🥹

francisca.cgomes YESYESYES SO EXCITED

joris__trouche Crazyy congrats you two 💞

maxfewtrell Leave that poor girl alone

carlossainz55 UNCLE CHILI 🌶️❤️

flavy.barla Awhh so happy for you two 💗

ciscanorris Another one! 🩵🩷

charles_leclerc WHY DO YOU DO THIS?? MY BABY SISTER?? JUST LAY IN BED AND SLEEP ONCE IN A WHILE OH MY FUCK

⤷ lilymhe anways…CONGRATULATIONS 🥹

🝮

yn

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yn matthew senna norris 🤍

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landonorris i love you baby thank you giving me everything i’ve ever wanted and more ♥️

⤷ yn i love you more

⤷ landonorris i love you the most

alexandrasaintmleux baby matty 🥹🥹

leclerc_pascale Another boy, are we surprised? He’s the cutest boy in the world

georgerussell63 Coming over now

carmenmmundt Stopp how cute 💗

charles_leclerc Je t'aime ma petite étoile

⤷ sharlsworld “i love you my little star”

arthur_leclerc project senna

mclaren Future world champ 🧡

lorenzotl Maybe another one isn’t so bad

oscarpiastri Malachi is barley 2 months old??

⤷ landonorris i want a football team. it’s not my fault my wife is so sexy and i’m horny 25/8???

francisca.cgomes auntie kiki is coming baby!! 💓

lilymhe cutie boy 🥹🩵

maxverstappen1 Now get a vesectomy lando ❤️

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[that-sarcastic-writer]

Coffee and Other Things

DI!SingleDad!Leon X F!Teacher!Reader

Summary: you and Leon have a lil lunch date, but he just can't keep his hands to himself

Warnings: explicit sexual content, minors dni, p in v, brief fingering, choking, hair pulling, riding, car sex, semi public sex, soft!dom leon, praising, Leon has a mouth on him, the s stands for slut, parent teacher dynamic, age gap, foul language

WC: 4.1k lol I can't write short things

A/N: lol omg I wrote 2 things in a month?? Woah witchcraft. Yeah yall thought I abandoned this series. Well kind of. I was very unmotivated to write for it but idk I was like fuck it why not, this has been sitting my drafts since September soo. I will warn yall that this is not going to be a constant thing. I'll update when I have inspiration to write for it, so it'll probably be sporadic, but I hope yall enjoy it the same.

If you'd like to keep up with this series (or any of my works) follow @midnightreadinglibrary for updates since I no longer have a tag list and turn on notifications, don't worry, I'll only reblog my written works there

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God was it hot out here. It was inhumane that's what this was. If there was one thing you hated in this world was having to stand outside in eighty degrees in the summer or thirty degrees in the winter. Right now it was the former, or close to it, anyway. May sure seemed to think so. But the sun burning on your back this early in the morning was not helping. You were praying to the Gods to save you now because this cardigan was going to be the death of you.

You counted the tiny heads standing in line— as best as seven year-olds could anyway. You were missing one chocolate brown-haired head. Weird. Leon hadn't mentioned not bringing Isabella to school today. 

You looked at your wristwatch, three minutes before you had to take your kids inside. You sighed softly, folding your arms over your chest as you kept an eye on your kids, but you also kept some attention ahead, in case you maybe saw that pair that in a matter of weeks had become such an important part of your life. Even if Izzy didn't realize it yet.

But you stood corrected. Your lips curved up at the sight of a tiny Isabella, pigtails and all dragging her leather jacket wearing dad across the playground. He had her tiny lilac backpack hanging from one shoulder and her Rapunzel lunch box hung from his free hand. This was the first time you had actually seen Leon drop her off. Claire— who you had learned was a close friend of Leon's for many years now— would normally drop her off, or Izzy would come strolling into your classroom after drop off so you wouldn't see him either way. And now that you were seeing this for the first time, you couldn't hold in your laughter. 

"I told you I was going to be late!" The little girl fussed as she dragged him. He closed his eyes, sighing heavily as he wondered what the hell he was raising. "Aunt Claire is never late."

"Yeah, well your daddy got—" shot at last night by the mercenaries of a deranged scientist. Leon bit his tongue and he shook his head at himself. "I got home late. Sorry, I'll try not to be late next time." 

Izzy turned her head to look at him, lips pulled up into a tiny smile now. "It's okay daddy. You'll do better next time." 

She stopped at the end of the line, and he stopped with her. His eyes instantly landed on you at the very front. His eyebrows irked up and his lips curled up, he didn't think he'd actually see you this morning. Fuck, how was it that you looked prettier every time he saw you? He took his eyes away from you to look at Izzy. He crouched down to her height, shrugging her backpack off his shoulder to hand it to her. She happily strapped it over her shoulders and took her lunch box as well. 

"Eat some okay? I know I'm not the best cook but a sandwich and some fruit can't be too bad right?" She nodded eagerly, just happy that her dad had made her lunch. She was about to run off to her friends but he called her back. "Isabella. C'mere for a sec. Listen, I'm picking you up after school, okay? So think where you want to go eat and we'll get ice cream after, yeah?" 

The way his little girl's eyes lit up at his words was better than anything else in this world. Nothing could ever top that. She threw herself around his neck and he couldn't help but smile a bit. 

"Thank you daddy!" 

"Yeah. Love you bee." He rubbed her back softly, pressing a kiss to the side of her hair before he motioned his hand at her. "Okay, go on. Go say hi to your friends." 

Izzy happily ran off, saying a 'Love you!' over her shoulder before she squeezed her way into the line where her girl friends were also standing.  

You couldn't quite hear their exchange, all you could hear was Izzy saying I love you to her dad, but that alone was enough to melt your heart. Your eyes found Leon's and you couldn't help but smile. You watched as he stood to his full height, and the look in his eyes all but called you over to him. You chewed on the inside of your cheek softly as you nudged your friend, Emily— the other second grade teacher standing on the line marked next to you. 

"Hey, can you watch my kids for a sec?" You bit your lip and gave her a sheepish look. She looked at you with a confused frown but then her lips parted in realization when she saw Leon. 

"For that? I'd watch your kids the rest of the day. Go girl." She said quietly and nudged you away. 

You laughed softly at her and made your way over to Leon as casually as you possibly could. It was normal for teachers to talk to their parents for casual conversation, right?

"Hey Miss. How's it going?" He was really good at pretending to be cordial, you give him that. He stood at least a foot away from you, his hands shoved into his pockets, but his eyes were anything but innocent as they looked you over. 

"Hi Leon. I see that you brought Izzy today?" You said, arms folded over your chest as you tried to not be so obvious. 

"Yeah. I wasn't home last night when she went to bed, so I figured I'd make it up by dropping her off." He shrugged, but his nose twitched a bit as he remembered the mess of this morning. "Though, I have a feeling neither of us are used to it. She kept saying I was doing this and that wrong, that I was driving too fast, that her left ponytail was too tight. That her right was too high. I'm wondering where she gets all that attitude from." 

You couldn't help but laugh at him. So much so you had to cover your mouth with the back of your hand. He clearly didn't see the humor in it and he narrowed his eyes at you. 

"I'm sorry, but I can't help it. She totally gets it from you." You snorted as you remembered the first day you met. You had never met someone so grumpy and with so much attitude. It was part of his charm, you guessed. 

"I'm offended." He gave you a pointed look and shook his head. You shrugged at him, hiding your smile behind your lips. But he had a tiny smile of his own. He looked around him for a second before he leaned down to speak to you. Nothing too scandalous, but his cologne was definitely intoxicating you now. "Listen, I have some free time today so, you wanna get lunch? I'm guessing you have lunch time." 

"I…" You laughed softly, a soft heat creeping up your cheeks at his proposal. "Yeah I have a lunch. I got forty-five minutes at eleven thirty. Pick me up?" 

"Yeah. Yeah, of course. It's a date then." His lips curled up a bit, he hadn't actually ever said that out loud. It sounded nice. A date. With you. 

"It's a date." You said quietly, repeating it to yourself, almost as if you had to say it to believe it. 

Sure, you've had two successful dates with Leon, and you didn't even have to get started on how good your chemistry was. But you were still cautious. Dating hadn't exactly been kind to you and Leon just seemed way too good to be true. You had honestly just expected him to ghost you at some point. 

But you were so glad you were wrong. 

~~~~

"Leon—" You scolded him, but the words leaving your mouth didn't match your hands. You gripped him closer, your fingers clinging to his button down shirt. He only hummed in question. "Leon, c'mon stop that. I only have like twenty minutes." 

You didn't actually want him to stop. Not really. His lips on your neck, licking and lightly sucking at every spot that made you shudder. You sat on his lap, straddling him on the front seat of his Jeep Wrangler. You weren't quite sure how you ended here. One minute you had been sitting with Leon, drinking coffee and eating some cream cheese bagels, talking about your job, his job, his kid, a little bit of everything, laughing and joking for what felt like hours. And then you were here, at an empty parking lot, in broad daylight. 

This was such a bad idea. But the way his lips kissed you and the way his growing hard on brushed against your clothed clit was way too good to say no. 

"Twenty? Fine. I can make you come in five." He breathed into your ear, his hands running up your bare thighs, scrunching up your dress to your hips.

His words alone made you want to come then and there. You breathed out a shaky sigh, eyes closed as you tried to argue that this was a horrible, horrible idea. You were more sensible than this. His hands found your ass, and he squeezed, making you squirm on his lap. Which only made him harder against his jeans. 

"C'mon. Promise I won't go so hard this time." He brushed his lips under your jaw, slightly lifting his hips to make the front of his jeans brush you some more. "I need to feel you come on my cock again, please." 

Fuck, the way he sounded begging, begging to fuck you. You didn't need much convincing, but that? That made you pool into your panties. 

"No hickeys, and no bruises," You muttered, remembering you had to wear scarfs in this heat for days to cover the marks his fingers left. Leon smirked a bit at this. "I'm serious. I've never had to cover up bruises before you." 

Leon dug his teeth into his bottom lip, leaning back to look at you as one of his hands sneaked under your dress and he kept his eyes on you as he rubbed his thumb over your clit through your panties. 

"I won't bruise you this time." His lips curled up into a satisfied grin when your lips fell open into a silent moan. "I gotta say though, your neck looked so pretty with my fingers all over it." 

He sat up, his free hand pulling you to him by the back of your neck and his lips crashed against yours harshly. He happily took in the moan that left your throat as he thumbed at your clit. He took the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, groaning softly when your fingers threaded his hair. 

He held you against his mouth, his thumb on your clit for what felt like years, you honestly worried you had run out of time. But in reality only a minute had passed. He let go of your head to blindly reach for the console. He groaned softly as he touched around for a second, but ultimately had to pull away to look. He found his wallet, he dug through it with urgency before he tossed it on the passenger's seat.

Your eyes landed on the golden wrapper and you frowned at him. 

"You do remember you came inside last time, right?" You asked with genuine confusion and he could only laugh in response. 

He pressed a hard kiss to your lips before he replied. "I remember. Trust me, I remember. But unless you wanted to sit with my come inside you for the rest of the day. Figured this was best." 

Your face heated up with embarrassment and you let out a soft laugh, Leon could only watch you with amusement. 

"Were you hoping to get laid then?" You laughed softly and he only shrugged in response, his eyes never leaving you as he unbuckled his belt. 

"I was hopeful. I was kinda hoping you missed me enough." He chuckled, now watching as you reached your hand to unbutton his shirt. He sucked in a sharp breath when you leaned down to press your lips to his neck. 

"I did." A playful smile fell on your lips as your lips trailed further down. He let out a pleasured sigh that quickly turned into a pained grunt when your lips touched a particular spot below his collarbone. 

“Hmph… Careful baby.” 

You pulled back with furrowed eyebrows as you tugged his shirt aside just enough to see a purple forming on his pale skin, but it looked like a burn almost, a circle with an angry marking.

“What.. What is that? Are you okay?” 

He found the concern in your voice endearing. 

“I got shot last night during an assignment. But I'm here, aren't I? I'm fine.” He tried to say it as casually as possible, he looked at you with unwavering calmness, you were anything but. 

“You got what?” You almost shouted, it definitely caught him off guard. You swallowed hard as you placed your hands on his chest, almost as if you needed to feel that he was okay. 

“It caught my vest. But it still leaves a bruise. It hurts for a day or two. But I'm perfectly fine.” He knew you weren't convinced, your furrowed eyebrows and tight lips said as much. He sighed, “Can we not.. Do this right now? Please?” 

“Yeah.. Okay.” You still weren't entirely convinced but God were you having a hard time being worried when you could feel him against you. You could yell at him later. 

He gave you a small smile before he kissed you again, not wanting to waste any more time. He was quick to lift you up enough to pull down your panties and tossed them on the passenger's seat. And fuck, the look he gave you when he pulled away was enough to make you soak his jeans, you were sure if it, anyway. His eyes never left you as he spat on his fingers. He needed to watch your face when his fingers touched your clit. And what a sight that was. 

“Oh, you sweet girl,” He taunted, rubbing slow circles on your clit. He parted his lips to match the silent moan you let out, but the look on your pretty face was priceless. “Already so wet for me, hm?” 

All you could do was nod, heated and already breathless with adrenaline. But you couldn't hold back the cry that left your mouth when he slipped his fingers into your wet hole. Your head fell back slightly as you reached to grip his shoulder, just any part of him really. He watched your face carefully, teeth digging into his bottom lip as he buried his fingers to the knuckle, curling them against your most sensitive spot. His fingers worked you for what felt like hours, but in reality it was merely a minute or two. Though by then, the sound of his fingers in and out of your cunt was all he could hear. Other than the sounds leaving your mouth. But you could only take so much of this torture. 

“Please Leon—” God, you sounded pathetic, the way you were so desperately grinding against his hand was equally pathetic. “Need you.” 

Leon was a simple man. If his girl wanted to be fucked he had to comply. There wasn't anything else to it. 

His fingers left you empty in an instant, and you couldn't help but whine at the loss, but you knew you'd get something better soon enough. 

“Do me a favor, darling,” he grabbed your hand and placed it right where his cock was straining against his jeans. You swallowed hard, your chest still rising as you looked at him with big eyes. “Help me here, hm?” 

It took you a second to process his words, maybe you were already cock drunk just on the thought of it. But your shaky hands eventually unzipped his jeans and pulled him out of the confines of his boxers. The sigh Leon let out was almost primal as he messed around with his smart watch. You couldn't quite understand what he was doing but you didn't exactly have the mental capacity to think when his cock was right there. 

“Go on baby, I'm almost done here. You can ride me, can't you?” His words were almost mocking as he watched you out of the corner of his eye. Your mouth was slightly open as you ran your tongue over your dry lips. 

“I.. I—Yes.” You responded quietly as you slipped the condom on him. Leon sucked in a sharp breath but said nothing as he watched you lean forward, and slowly sank down on his cock. 

Leon leaned back, his lips falling open as you sat on his cock. He swallowed hard, and it took him the very little control he still had left not to force you on his cock. But alas he let you take your time. His hands were tight on your hips as if to encourage you. And it took you a second to adjust but you ultimately lifted yourself before slamming back down on his cock, over and over until you were bouncing on him like that was all you were meant to do in this world. 

“Shit Leon, you feel so—” you were sure you sounded absolutely pathetic, your words broken in between moans as you leaned back until your back touched the steering wheel. 

Christ, Leon sure was loving this sight. 

He adjusted himself under you so that he could ever so slightly lift his hips to meet with yours. He particularly loved this sight because God, this dress, it was so perfect on you. The V cut was low enough for him to see your neck and collarbone perfectly, but of course your entire chest was covered. Unless he pulled the front down.. 

“Fuck, feels so good, I know baby.” He breathed out, watching you through hooded eyes as his hands moved up to your chest, and he pulled the material down enough so that your bra was exposed. He groaned, and it was almost animalistic. “Take this off. Take it off, please.” 

Please. 

God. 

Leon definitely felt the way you squeezed around his cock right then. You kept your grip on his shoulder with one hand as you somehow reached behind you with the other and unclasped your bra with the other. Leon fumbled around with the sleeves of your dress until those were off your shoulders. And the second your bra was out of the way, he grabbed a handful of both of your breasts with both of his hands. And he fucking moaned. 

“Goddamn, you look so pretty like this.” His eyes traveled from where his hands were grabbing at your bare chest, to your exposed neck with your head thrown back as you so desperately fucked yourself on him. He didn't even care about the mess you were most likely leaving on his jeans. “Look at you, using my cock like you fucking own it. Fuck.” 

Even in your delirium, this brought a smile to your face and you were sitting up to look at him. You brought a hand to his face, the sound of his grunts and moans were in your ear and the completely pussy drunk look on his face made you want to come right then and there. 

“Say that again. Please, say it again.” Your words were slurred, breathless as you so desperately chased your release. Leon bit his lip softly, sitting up to meet you halfway. With a tight grip on your ass, he lifted his hips to thrust into you with intensity as if to prove a point. 

“Yes darling, you can fuck yourself on this cock all you want ‘cause it's all yours.” His lips were on your jaw as his free hand held you by the back of your neck. 

You dug your nails into his chest, surely to leave marks as you closed your eyes. Your heart was pounding, skin burning hot to the touch as he held you, each drag of his cock brushing deliciously against that perfect spot. You were so close. 

“Choke me, please.” You pleaded barely above a whisper, nothing short of a whine. And the moan Leon let out at your request was by far the most erotic thing you will ever hear. 

He ran his tongue over his lips as he brought his hand to your neck and wrapped his fingers around your throat. He didn't squeeze hard enough to bruise, but it definitely was tight enough for you to see white. The lack of blood flow mixed with the tight feeling in your stomach. You could only take so much. 

“Oh my— Fuck. I—” Words were no longer something you knew by then, you were grinding your hips so desperately, and the way you were squeezing his cock, he had quickly learned meant you were so close. 

“Mhmm just like that pretty, come for me, I know you can do that.” His thumb found your swollen clit as he held your throat and he watched with big eyes as your mouth fell open. Leon let out a soft moan that mimicked the one leaving your throat as you squeezed him tightly. Too bad he couldn't actually feel you come on his cock this time. “That's a good fucking girl. Yeah, atta girl.” 

He gripped the side of his seat as he drilled into you, lifting you on and off his cock as he fucked you through you release, and chased his own, of course. You pressed your forehead against his, soft whines leaving your lips at the overstimulation of his jeans rubbing against your clit. But you could hear his soft moans in your ears, his soft praises as he gripped your throat with soft fingers, until he gave you a particularly deep thrust and he held you down on him. The string of curses leaving his mouth as he came were anything but coherent, but fuck did it make you wet all over again to hear him unravel like this, just for you. 

“Shit. You see what you do to me?” He breathed out a laugh, his hand now cradling the back of your hair as he left kisses on your jaw. 

You closed your eyes tight, breathing in deeply, taking on the smell of his expensive cologne mixed with his own scent, and Christ, it was so intoxicating. All of him was intoxicating. You hummed softly and threw your arms around his neck, leaning close to him, just craving to feel his warmth.

“Likewise… Look what you made me do.. I've never..” You swallowed hard, feeling yourself grow heated in embarrassment. 

“What's that?” He pulled back ever so slightly to be able to look at your face, curious by what you meant. He softly tucked a strand of your loose hair behind your ear when he noticed your flustered face. How he could be so gentle and tender after absolutely wrecking you was always beyond your comprehension. 

“In a car.. You know? I've never..” 

A tiny smile formed on his lips, “Seriously?” 

“Stop. It's just! I don't know. I've never done anything risky like that. Like we could totally get arrested for this.” You almost wanted to curl up into yourself in embarrassment but Leon never let go of you, not once, he simply chuckled. 

“You do know I work for the government, right?” He laughed, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. Your embarrassment was quickly gone, to say the least. “Gotta say Miss, I am totally ruining you.” 

And he was indeed. What a pretty thing you always were. And by the time he was done with you, you were a flushed, fucked out mess, your hair tousled and your dress pulled down. But he rather enjoyed seeing you like this. And the things he made you do, the things he made you feel, they were beyond this world. To think you always prided yourself in being rational. 

You were about to respond with one of your remarks when an alarm on his watch went off. You jumped at the sound, panicked for a split second thinking it was the police or something, but you calmed down when you saw him lift his wrist and tapped the screen. He smiled at you with pride, and if you didn't know better you would have thought he even puffed out his chest with pride. 

“Would you look at that, I did make you come in five.”

[chososcamgirl]

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happy halloween! this is not an actual chapter unfortunately, so those who got their hopes up at an early release i’m SORRY 😓 however i consider it more fun! this is what each chapter from the sjap universe would wear on halloween🙂‍↕️ consider it 14.5! i hope you enjoy this as much as i did making it. also shoutout to my babygirl ree for helping me with these. I LOVE YOU BAD! <3

megumi fushiguro as BILLY LOOMIS

“ghostface? nah too basic” the raven states broadly.

sure scream was his favourite horror slasher but dressing up ghostface was too overrated, too tacky. he needed to go as someone more niche, someone he knows nobody would dress up as, someone hotter. introducing billy loomis! still the same franchise just a tad bit more creative! (not entirely but we’ll give him pity points) but man did that he look hot. the fake blood dripping down was the cherry on top. seeing his hair not entirely gelled up for the first time the guys realised he looked like his dad. like a lot

“no shit, we’re related” he said in front of the bathroom mirror as he wets his hair for the 3rd time, trying to perfect his look.

toge rolled his eyes, chewing on his toothpick

“ya know megumi you should’ve just went as ghostface, atleast no one would look at that makeshift shitty hair of yours” toge sneered

megumi turns around, hair soaked as he goes into punch the platinum blonde but misses as the water drips down his face into eyes as he stumbles back into the counter.

“woah slow down, the only person you’re gonna kill is yourself at this rate” yuta quips as he walks in to see what the commotion was going on in the bathroom.

megumi looks at yuta, then back at toge, then back at yuta. his head going side to side frivolously before bursting out laughing.

“what’s so funny?” yuta questioned

“didn’t pin you for the type of guy to dress up as a gay cowboy” he sneers, wiping both tears and the dripping water from his eyes.

toge inumaki & yuta okkotsu as ENNIS & JACK

“what do you mean gay cowboys?” yuta says, slowly turning to toge with an eyebrow raised.

“you mean you seriously never watched brokeback mountain?” megumi asks after recovering from his laugher fit

“am i supposed to?”

he looks at toge who was smirking with that stupid toothpick in his mouth, twirling it around.

“and i thought i was evil” he shakes his head chuckling.

yes, yuta did in fact not know that toge made him dress up as ennis and jack from brokeback mountain (yuta being ennis and toge being jack). in his defence toge did ask if he wanted to go as cowboys for halloween and yuta being yuta obviously said yes. though he did find it suspicious that toge wouldn’t let him pick out just any cowboy costume. he said he had a vision in his head and to just go with it. yuta just thought he was going for a niche version of a cowboy not the version where they’re two bestfriends fucking on top of a mountain. it’s far too late to change their costumes now, so yuta left their condo in what seemed to be “bro-love” going too far. on the other hand toge was EATING it up, strutting the down the streets in the “best costume” (his term) of the night. toge definitely forced yuta to make tiktoks to brokeback mountain audios throughout the night and def went viral LMFAO. poor yuta is embarrassed.

“oh my god, i am mortified” yuta says into his hands after hearing megumi explain the plot of brokeback mountain - he toned it down of course so it wouldn’t kill yuta.

“eh you’ll be fine, it’s not the worst costume in the world”

toge almost caught whiplash by how fast he turned his head. not the worst? what the fuck is that supposed to mean. he knows megumi can’t be talking looking like that.

“you know megumi, with all that blood you could pass as somebody’s diva cup” toge spits at him, obviously hurt.

“did somebody say diva?!”

yuji itadori as ROCKY BALBOA

yes yuji we are talking about you!

this may be fan service for ree… but guys TELL ME YOU DON’T SEE IT ASWELL? i could not find a rocky costume that i thought was fitting but imagine the second picture but with his shirt off🙂‍↕️ yeah…. just thinking thoughts…

yuji would be getting stared at ALL NIGHT and gets asked for tons of pictures in his costume because he looks so damn good. he definitely makes tiktok thirst trap edits because at the end of the day he’s still just a loser trapped in a hot body </3 the guys end up going through a haunted house and yuji actually gets scared and knocks one of the workers out… he blames it on method acting so he doesn’t get the cops called on him and somehow it works? also trust he is flexing his muscles the entire night and challenges literally everybody (mostly girls) to arm wrestle him. his go-to pick up line throughout the night is “if i win i get your number, if you win you get mine” and he winks at them before the countdown. CORNY but it works (i would fold as well sorry)

“yuji stop flexing yours abs for one second it’s gross, you look like a male prostitute” toge groans in disgust as he kicks rocks on the sidewalk”

“the correct term is actually jiggalo, and i think you’re just jealous that i’m hot and cool and you’re just a shitty gay cowboy” yuji replies back through a smile as he waves to everybody who’s pointing at him

“IT’S BROKEBACK MOUNTAIN”

“ooooo is that the name of the new club that opened?”

if you guys want more boxer yuji go read BATTERED N’ BLUE by the lovely @aozui <3

yn as MAXINE MINX

life being the baddest isn’t easy and it especially isn’t easy when it comes to choosing a halloween costume. between wanting to be hot, but also niche, but not too niche! but enough that it surpasses basic, but also fun... did i mention hot? so who better to dress up than someone who fits all the requirements than none other than maxine minx!

yn had this planned months ago. she wanted everything to be perfect down to a T, and she was not the type to pull something last minute out of her ass. she was not going to put on an amazon corset and call it a day. hell, it wasn't even just her, the whole apartment had planned their costumes in june. if serving cunt was a dysfunctional group of roommates it was them. think bodies bodies bodies x scream 6... yeah i would not want to be their enemies if a psycho killer was going around murdering people. and best believe their group pictures are turning out so hot (partly due to the personal photographer they booked before LMFAO) but everyone knows the other part is their well-thought-out costumes.

"oh my god did you really bleach your eyebrows for this" a familiar voice commented at her as she walked into the kitchen.

"the dedication is crazy, but i guess you still look hot."

a smile broke out of her, still focusing on preparing drinks for the party of the century.

"it's just concealer babe", she replies as she looks up from the drink station to where she was met with nobara, who was sitting on the sage love chair in an all too familiar pose.

"no fucking way... are you-?"

nobara kugisaki as CATHERINE TRAMELLE

what’s better than one cover girl? two cover girls!!! or in this case replace cover girl with evil femcel maneater final boss!

the party girls have a tradition of watching a horror/slasher movie each sunday during october, so when nobara said she hasn't watched basic instinct last year, trust it was the first movie they watched on that first sunday.

"ugh, i just know she would of made a bomb fucking costume for halloween", nobara groans.

"too bad you're already going as marie antoinette" panda sighs.

"there's always next year" yn states, clearing up the popcorn on the coffee table.

and next year indeed.

meticulously choosing each article of clothing and hand picking accessories so she could be the emodiment of catherine tramelle. even though she was one glass of red wine away from being mistaken as a housewife of beverly hills, it didn't matter. dressing up as someone so smart, so sinister, so sexy was the principle itself. she didn't care if nobody understood who she was or being asked if she knew it was a halloween party, not a dinner at nobu - she knew she was that fucking girl. but of course, most people knew who she was, even the cute girl standing by the drinks station who was ogling her the entire night and who so badly wanted nobara's number. spoilers: she got it.

"i can't believe you actually stuck with", yn says after managing to close her jaw.

"god you look hot"

nobara smirks at her reaction.

"i wasn't going to let the opportunity slip pass that easily" nobara smirks to herself.

before yn could respond, a loud bang followed by the sound of a door being slammed interrupted her train of thought.

"FUCK!"

both the girls' heads whipped around the find a panicking maki pacing out her room.

"has anyone seen my anastasia lip liner?" she huffs, crossing her arms.

maki zenin as BETTY BOOP

the look, the lips, the hips, the taste… everybody please welcome miss zenin!!!

"no but have you seen an extra pair of panties? i need to change."

i mean this costume was in the works since her hair cut. i mean come on… IT’S PERFECT? maki as betty boop? nah betty boop as maki zenin! uh huh nodding my head right now. an iconic if not the iconic costume in the apartment. maki is not one to typically wear dresses - mostly sticking to jeans, shorts & skirts and the occasional jorts but DRESSES? you’d have to be either jesus or yuta to convince her to put one on let alone a mini dress. and good lord she looked good. yuta almost had a heart attack when she sent him a picture of her costume. yeah it was gonna be a long night for him.

she rolled her eyes at the remark but can’t help the smile that betrays her facade. she looks over to the silhouette standing in the hallway, almost… waiting?

��panda we aren’t playing a theme song just for you to come out just show us your costume already”, maki sighs

he stomps into the living room with a sulk in his step.

“you guys are boring bitches”, he huffs.

panda as a SONNY ANGEL

the girls all had their mouths shaped in an ‘o’ as he entered, hands on hips - giving the most sass imaginable.

“panda what happened”, nobara stifled a giggle behind her hand.

so this was not panda's original costume but his backup one... unfortunately for him, his original costume was to go as a slutty version of batman but he was then met with his long awaited karma..

RIIIIIIP

“oh my fucking god” he said to himself as he hesitantly checks the back of his costume. he finds a hole right where his left ass cheek is.

a big one.

luckily for him, he’s immune to costume malfunctions and bought a back up for times like this. sure it wasn’t as creative or risqué as slutty batman but it was the next best thing.

“i don’t want to talk about”, he mumbles, earning an eruption of laughs from the girls.

he stood there in silence as they speculate what on earth could have happened to his original costume. eventually he told them which then lead to another fit of giggles. atleast that was over. they had a party to plan. and besides, sonny angels are supposed to bring you good luck right?

wrong.

the night was a mess. panda got atleast 7 different drinks spilt on him that night and almost got into a fight with todo because he won the ‘best costume’ contest. (he was a passenger seat and mai was chappel roan).

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BONUS COSTUMES!

as we know there are two weekends where halloween is celebrated, and this year is no different. debate after debate, "should we celebrate halloween the week before or 2 days after the actual event?" well, why not both! both the party girls and tridant came together to complete the "maze of death" (it was just a corn maze, famous for the actors jump scaring you every now and then - similar to the haunted house the boys went to, but much more intense) these set of costumes are what both groups wore on halloweekend 2 + how each character would react during a haunted maze!

megumi as THE SCARECROW

megumi got confused and thought yn’s costume last week was hers this week and decided to match with her without telling her. (he thought it would of scored him brownie points) though when he found out yn was dressed up as someone else he was immediately embarrassed. yn thought it was adorable how he tried to match with her so called costume and gave him a kiss on the cheek as a recognition for his efforts. (definitely got those brownie points)

he walks WAY ahead. he wants it OVER with >"if i walk faster, they can't get me" type mf. he's miserable but can't take yn laughing behind him at all. he’s going through many stages of grief.

he unfortunately has to lead the group through it even though he's pretty scared himself, but he calms himself by saying "toge def was worse" or some shit. (spoilers he was in fact worse)

yuji as XANDRA

i hate gay halloween, what do you mean you’re xandra from papa’s freezeria?

oh he scares the workers BACK. my king.

had full intentions of scaring yuta during it but got caught off guard and accidentally punched the workers that personally jump-scared him because he's automatically triggered into fight or flight mode like no tomorrow.

yn & toge as SHARPAY AND RYAN EVANS

they came up with this idea when toge was at their apartment doing the usual antics (eating all their food) and saw yn watching high school musical. told her it would make a pretty good halloween costume as a duo and he saw the bulb light up in her head.

first they have a competition who won't be scared but i fear they are desperately clinging onto each other 10 seconds in then act like NOTHING happened once they exit toge is scared so much he can't talk, yn is pale as fuck, and they agree to never talk about it.

(yn says she won the competition 2 hours later)

maki & yuta as a COP AND PRISONER

everyone awwed at them when they saw their costumes. i mean how could you not? #coupleoftheyear

oh yeah so…. yuta wanted to ditch at the entrance but maki hauled his ass with her. he doesn't do well at all, he pukes at the end and maki just patted him on the back.

maki has a poker face throughout the whole thing. does not gaf. she is not scared at all and corrects how they can be scarier to their FACE mid scare. the workers almost walk out.

nobara & panda as the BEE & COOKIE

committing to the ynmegumi bit so bad im ctfu.

panda’s more depressed about how he missed the volunteer dates in order to work at it. but like yuta, he screams so much it haunts nobara’s ears. he screams like a little girl. he almost pisses his pants and hides behind nobara but it makes him a BIGGER target because ofc they're gonna see a 6 ft giant trying to hide??? the haunted house workers def bully panda in the groupchat after their shift ends. he tries to act all tough afterwards saying he "handled it like a champ".

nobara has an average reaction ywkim, she does scream and does get scared but she's literally fine. she NEVER lets panda live it down though, she has a video of panda screaming too.

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[icarusredwings]

As requested. Sleepy and aggressive dog vibes Logan. (here. Take your cuddly 200 year old alchoolic with anger issues and PTSD, you little freaks/ affectionate)

Pizza.

It's happening. It's finally happening! After months of trying to set this up, his plan was finally working. Wade has been trying to get this muscley idiot to fall asleep on him for 2 and a half months, and now the time has come.

It took coaxing him in by watching some boring War Marathon, a bunch of incorrect documentaries that he was prone to shake his head at, to criticize for their blantant lies. It started with Logan standing there, arms crossed like a dad who wasn't at all interested and refused to sit down, but now he was laid in his lap, snoring, growling at some bits of the show.

He would have shut it off already but the remote was on the table and if he moved he might wake him. And that sir, was a no no. A massive NO for him. Internally he was already screaming with excitement but his grunts were becoming too much to stand by and litsen too.

Come on- easy.. easy.. he only had one shot at this, and it might end up with another baby hand. Very carefully, he touched his head, and he flinched. Silently, he cursed himself.

Gently, his hand made full contact, sweeping some of his hair back, stopping for a second as he rolled onto his side, pulling his legs up to fully curl up the way he did in bed too. Again, inside of his brain, this man was squealing so much that he might be mistaken for a piglet.

Petting him for quite some time, he hadn't noticed that on the Tv they were about to start playing bombs, and now they compared. One of the louder ones caused him to jump, almost snarling at the idea of a threat in his dreams.

"Shhh.. shhh, it's okay. Just the tv." He mumbled, fondly stroking the back of his scalp. Now, focusing on the screen a little more, he would cup his hand over his ear when a loud one was about to play again. "I got you.."

The more this went on, the more progress was made, the growls turned back into deep snoring, and now Wilson not only got to play with his hair but also running a hand up and down his arm as Logan began to drool onto the pillow between him and wades lap.

This couldn't get any better. At least- thats what he thought. Until a different noise came from his chest. One that traveled into his throat but barely left his mouth. "What the- GASP Oh my god you're purring(!)"

Struggling not to make the sound of a squeaky toy, his grin was ear to ear, utterly thrilled. He didn't know he could do that. Did he even know he could do this? Probably not.

The purring was quiet, but oh so heavenly. To feel it through his hands was enough, seeing as whenever someone was shouting, shooting, or simply talking too loud, he couldn't hear it. But that didn't matter. There was a much bigger point than that. He was Safe.

Wade had made his body relax so much that he did the unthinkable. Become vaunerable.

This, unfortunately, ended much quicker than he would have liked. The disc skipped, and suddenly, there was a massive scene with screaming, guns, firing, and bombs being dropped.

Honestly, it made him jump too just from how dozy he became with all the domesticity. But if he was even startled.. Within seconds, all of that progress was down the drain. Now, here he was, up and heaving, claws out and on edge, his eyes wide with fear and anger.

Wade could have sworn he had seen him shaking, too. Just a tiny bit in the arms.

With all the hairs on his arms and neck raised, the snarling, baring of teeth and the way he was stanced, Wade knew he was fucked. Like- Uber fucked. And not the way he preferred. Oh shit- this wasn't fair. How could he look like he was about to kill him and still be this hot?

Slowly, he stood, putting his hands up.

"Hey woah woah woah- easy there, big boy. It's alright. Just the Tv." Nodding towards the television. Realizing this was a bad idea, he practically tripped over the coffee table to grab the remote and stand in front of it, not wanting him to somehow stupidly electrocute himself to death.

A snarl.

"Woah woah! Shhh- look. Look, watch. I'll kill it. There- see? All gone! Better?" But in reality, all he did was turn it off.

Looking around as if scanning for danger, the goosebumps began to cease, starting to regain control over himself and his senses.

"There we go. Much better. You're okay. No one's coming to-"

The moment he said this, there was a bang at the door. "Oh for fucks sake. Who the fuck would that be? This late at nig- ohHO Peanut? Peanut! NO!"

A couple of dirty play scratches and three new holes in the wall later, he was able to open the door.

Wrestling your super human strength, terrified feral animal of a 'Room mate' away from your front door felt like trying to keep an aggressive dog from attacking the mail man (which he's come to the realization that this was a weekly recurrence Man. He really hated strangers, didn't he?)

Except even Wade wasn't sure who it was, a bit tempted to just let him go at it and protect the home how ever he saw fit- but last time he did that, he made a couple of girl scouts pee themsleves and scream for their mommies and Logan felt bad about it for weeks.

"Yes?!"

"Erm... Pizza delivery?"

Still struggling to keep him from scaring the piss out of this poor teenager, Wade gave him a smile. "One second!"

Slamming the door again, he turned, giving him a stern look, and a pointed finger that he could have easily sliced off if he wanted.

"Put'em away mister!"

Another growl. Almost like protest.

"Yeah yeah GRR yourself! It's some scrappy kid, you're fine! ...Now put them away.... please."

Seeing the silent look of nothing behind those beautiful eyes that he often did when coming down from these kinds of scares, Wade smiled and coed, slightly higher than his usual tone. "Comme onnn. Put away your murder mittens! It's okay. My big, strong kitty. Oh, what a good boy you are, Oh yes, you are~"

Visually, you could see his shoulders drop, and quickly, he came back to his senses, frowning in embarrassment as he sheathed them only to walk over, shoving him out of the way as he threw open the door again.

"Oh god- Logan? Logan!" He called, cursing under his breath some more as he dug in his pockets for the kid's tip before he got a free piercing through the stomach.

Glaring at the 16 year old, He did that thing when his nose crinkled, sniffing this so-called 'pizza delivery' boy.

Popping his head through, under his arm, Wade grinned apologetically and gave the kid a 5.

"Sorry - He's not used to strangers yet."

With a huff, it seemed the man had dubbed this twig of a child, not a threat. Going back to the couch with a big grunt, he crossed his arms, a little embarrassed by his behavior.

"Bye!"

Grabbing the pizza and locking the door, Wade groaned in annoyance, coming back to the couch, too. Opening the box, he handed him a slice, took one for himself, and put one on the floor.

"Puppins! Here papa's princess!"

Within a moment the little dog tottered in and began to lick the cheese off of the floor pizza, wagging her tail, happy as ever to be eating the human food with her two daddies, unaware that one of them had just almost made a kooshkabab out of an acne faced teen.

Letting out a massive sigh of relief, Wade was glad that all was well again, happy to see him eating something other than whiskey for a change before realizing.. he didn't even order pizza.

"Hey Al? Did you order pizza?"

"Well, I did now!"

Oh great.. welp. Finders keepers-

In between bites, he glanced at him, teasing. "Damn Wolvie, what was all that about? Since when do you go after kids?"

"...Mmh.." This was a grunt that meant 'I don't. Now stop asking me questions, I'm starving'

He watched as he devoured the slice, grabbing another, only for Wade to slide him the entire box, smiling at him like an idiot as he fondly remembered the purring a few minutes ago. He wasn't sure if pizza was in a wolverine's proper diet, but he'd be stabbed if he ever told him that.

-And if they really wanted to come back and pry it from the Wolverines claws? Then so be it.

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if u take requests, thought u would write it perfectly- the scene of casey getting the call but its with baji and reader !!

૮ ོ ❤︎ ོ𑁬 ────𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄!BAJI KEISUKE where someone calls you late at night, pulling you in with dangerous flirting. warning(s) -> fem!reader. heavily suggestive. mdni. near on phone-fucking, mean/sassy!baji, stalking, pet names (princess, darling, baby), no killing threats/mentions, voice kink, i played around w it a bit, hope you don’t mind!! wc is 1.2k

author’s comment : HIII!! i was actually thinking bout closing requests for kinktober but THIS got me going. WHDJSJ IM FLATTERED u think i would write this well, hope I did it justice!! + update ab my brahms!baji fic, should take at least another day or two for me to finally finish!

It was late at night, and you were alone, parents out for a business trip for a few days. Like any other young adult would, you took the chance to enjoy the days you had alone with your friends and most importantly, alone.

You laid on your bed, tummy down, legs thrown up and swinging slowly as you gossiped and giggled with your best friend through the phone, fingers idly twirling strands of your hair.

“Sorry, I gotta go. I’m starving,” you sighed with a playful chuckle, pulling the phone away from your ear to hang up the call. You shifted on the bed and slid off the edge of it, getting up to leave the bedroom and sprint down the stairs with a soft hum, happily making your way over to the kitchen.

The kitchen was bright, unlike your backyard. The lights had gone out recently due to some problems with the wires. Dad should’ve done something ‘bout the damn lights before leaving, you thought, walking around the kitchen counter to check the fridge to search for whatever snack that interested you.

Finding nothing much, you grabbed one of the lollipops on the top shelf of the fridge’s door, closing it shut right after. You unwrapped it with ease, popping the sweet into your mouth and walking over to the sliding door that showed your backyard, tugging on the sheer curtains to make you feel less naked.

You backed away from the glass doors with a few steps, eyes lingering on the eerie garden outside as if waiting for something to move or pop up. Despite yourself, you brushed off the paranoia, turning around to exit the kitchen.

But without even being a distance away from the sliding doors, your landline phone rang.

“Who the fuck?” you muttered beneath your breath instinctively, approaching the phone and grabbing it from its base. Without hesitation, you answered it, annoyed at the ringing.

“Hello?”

“Hi, is this ___?”

The gravelly male voice you heard from the other side of made you tense, feet rooted at the spot you were in.

“Yeah? What’s it to you?”

Though your retort sounded brave, your brows were already furrowed, fingers gripping on the phone flinching once or twice.

“Woah, no need to get rough on me there, bad girl. Just wanna know who I’m talking to is all,” he scoffed, attempting to make the situation seem harmless.

“Then give me yours,” you insisted, your tone brooking no argument now that you’re feeling as if you’re being pranked by some bored college fuck that had nothing better to do.

“Not happening, princess,” the deep voice scoffed humourlessly, the breathy laugh he exhaled in the end making your heart race involuntary. How the fuck were you finding his voice alone hot?

“Bye then,” you retorted without missing a beat, withdrawing the phone from your ear quickly, finger ready to end the call.

“Wait.”

And you halted.

“What?” You sighed, looking at the phone quizically before bringing it back up to your ear.

“I’ll tell you my name. Only if you tell what’s your favourite scary movie.”

“Very funny. I’m not that desperate to know your name, big guy,” your hand reached up to twirl a finger then two around stray strands of your hair, eyes fixated on the marble kitchen counter as you waited for a response.

“Yeah? Then why you still on the phone with me, princess?” He drawled, the pet name coming off so sickeningly taunting it made your brows scrunch up.

“Shut up, I’m no ‘princess’ to you, mister,” you refuted, feet tapping on the floor, clearly getting agitated at him.

“Answer the question, princess,” he spoke again, ignoring the clear disapproval you had of him calling you that pet name.

“Halloween. That guy with a white mask, walks around and stalks baby sitters,” you finally answered, rolling your eyes at him even though he couldn’t see it. “What’s yours?” you returned the question, stupidly.

“Guess.”

“Hmm.. creepy guy like you would probably like Nightmare On Elm Street,” you answered, fingers curling around your hair still like a girl talking to a blind date behind curtains.

“Ah, is that the one with a guy that had knives for fingers?”

“Yeah, Freddy Kruger,” you pin-pointed, looking around the kitchen with a small smile, finding it pretty fun talking about scary movies all of the sudden, the topic something you rarely discussed about with others.

“I liked that movie. It was scary,” he emphasised, as if trying to scare off a child. Plus, were you crazy, or did he seemed like he was enjoying the conversation as much as you were?

“Well, the first one was, but the rest sucked,” you countered, lips curling downwards in a slight frown as you recalled the rest of the Nightmare On Elm Street movies, the memories not so fond.

“So.. you got a boyfriend?” That question alone caught you off guard, fingers twirling your hair freezing for a moment before you dropped your hand.

“Hm, why? You wanna ask me out on a date?” The way you said that sounded way more interested than you would have liked, but you were more focused on his reply than that at the moment. Were you seriously gonna give this creepy guy hope that he had a chance with you? C’mon, where the hell are your standards?

“Maybe. Do you have a boyfriend?” He asked again, sounding just as intrigued as you were. It made you keep going.

“No,” you uttered, tilting your head to the side before you walked around the kitchen, stepping close to the sliding door that led to your backyard. You added on, “You haven’t told me your name.”

“How about I tell you something way more interesting than my name, princess,” he answered, clearly avoiding the question.

“How about I tell you about the gorgeous girl I’m looking at right now, standing behind sheer white curtains in her kitchen.”

You swore you were about to drop the phone right that moment, a shuddered breath leaving your lips and reaching his eager ears.

“That was a pretty sound you made there, darlin’. I wanna hear it again. Wanna hear you breathless, out of fear—and maybe pleasure.”

Your lips clamped shut, swallowing the saliva in your mouth. You couldn’t budge. The fear you felt initially came back ten fold this time. He was practically telling you he was watching you. Somewhere, somehow, you didn’t know. But now you couldn’t help but feel embarrassed along with the fear. His eyes were on you all along.

Could he have seen it? You twirling your hair and grinning during your little back and forths. Fuck, did he witness the way you bit your lip grudgingly when he kept on calling you ‘princess’ with that voice of his even after you told him not to?

Then you recalled his words again.

‘Maybe pleasure’?

“What do you mean?” you kept on talking to him, like the insistent brat you were. “What do you mean with the last part?”

“I didn’t ask if you had a boyfriend for nothing, baby.”

Your lashes fluttered, turning your back against the glass door and leaning against it, your teeth nibbling on the soft flesh of your lower lip.

“You’re weird,” you mumbled.

“You’re even weirder for flirting with a serial killer,” he grinned behind the phone, gaze utterly fixated on you as you contemplated your choices, pleased by the response your body had to his words.

[witchygagirlwrites]

Hank Voight x Reader

So um about Justin's dad...

Smut..sorry not sorry? Daddy issues!

“Justin, are you sure this is cool with your pops?” you asked him as you climbed in the backseat of the car. You cut your eyes at the woman driving “Woah, who are you?” she grinned “Erin, you must be Justin’s friend Y/N” you nodded as a smile slipped onto your face “Oh you’re Erin, I’ve heard about you” 

“Good I hope” she replied as she pulled out onto the road after you were buckled in. You laughed “Yeah, Justin spoke pretty well about you. Never mentioned his proxy sister was fucking gorgeous though damn” Justin turned in the seat to look at you “Easy tiger, she’s got a boyfriend” you rolled your eyes “Can’t blame a girl for trying, can ya Voight?”

He shook his head “You’ve always been a damn flirt” you grinned “I think you’re just sore I never took you up on all your flirting back when we first met” Erin looked between the two of you “Oh do tell” Justin shook his head “Don’t you dare” you winked at her “I’ll buy you a drink while I’m in town and tell you all sorts of embarrassing stories you can hold over him”

When she pulled to a stop in front of a house you bumped Justin’s shoulder “Pretty decent place” he grinned “Yeah, pops does alright with CPD” you looked at Erin “You’re in his unit, aren’t you?” she nodded “Yes ma’am. You get a chance to stop by. I'll show you around the precinct” you grinned “Oh I’ll definitely take you up on that” Justin shook his head “Her boyfriend works in the unit too” you shrugged “I’m sure he can’t blame me for thinking she’s hot?” which caused Justin to roll his eyes but Erin simply grinned “Oh I like her”

You grabbed your backpack and Justin grabbed your duffle so you followed the two of them inside. “Yo pops” Justin called out as the three of you made it inside. You heard a deep, gravely voice that went straight through you called out “Kitchen” and a smirk slipped onto your face “Damn” they both looked your way and you shrugged “That man should do audiobooks or something. He’s got a good voice” Justin shook his head and dropped your duffle at the foot of the stairs “Come on”

You followed him into the kitchen and got your first look at the infamous Hank Voight. Broad shoulders, nice smile, brown eyes and all around a good looking man. “Damn” you repeated causing a grin to slip onto Erin’s face as Hank looked your way “You must be Y/N” you nodded and held your hand out “Yes sir but to be honest I’d probably respond to anything you called me”

Erin cackled and Justin turned bright red. Hank simply looked amused. “I’ll be sure to remember that sweetheart. Make yourself at home. Erin we gotta get to work”  She nodded and bumped your shoulder “Get my number out of Justin’s phone. Me and Jay will buy you lunch” you nodded at her but your eyes were currently watching Hank walk out “Ok”

You heard her say something to Justin then she started laughing harder before her and Hank left. As soon as the door closed Justin turned towards you “What the hell was that?”

You shrugged “What?” he waved around the room “You just hit on my father!” “He’s hot!” you defended and he looked mortified “I tried to get with you for a year and a half!” you grinned “And you are hot Justin. You really are but your dad is…well he’s daddy” and his mouth fell open “I can’t believe I invited you to stay here. I should’ve left your ass at a hotel”

You grinned “Aww come on Voight! I’ll buy you breakfast!” he shook his head “You better be glad you’re my best friend” you laughed and grabbed his arm “See? You’ve already forgiven me”

The first few days you were at Hank’s was easy to ignore just how attracted you were to your best friend’s dad. He was working a case that had him gone from early to late. You’d gone to the precinct to have lunch with Erin and her boyfriend Jay who as it turned out was as gorgeous as she was with just as good of a sense of humor. 

Hank had ended up showing you around and introducing you to the unit and the house sergeant Trudy Platt. Something about him walking you around with his hand on your lower back and warning everyone he introduced you to that they better be nice had you damn near dripping and the man had been a perfect gentleman,sadly.

After that you stayed clear of the precinct considering you knew about the case and could use that as your reasoning instead of “Oh if I come there many more days I may very well beg Hank to bend me over his desk” because one would go over so much better than the other”

It was friday night and you were laying across the bed in the room Hank had let you use while you were in town. You heard a knock on your door and glanced up from the book you were reading “Yeah?”

Justin popped his head in “Erin called, the unit is grabbing drinks. You in?” you shook your head “Naw, I think I’ll chill here. If you think it’s ok for me to be here by myself” he shrugged “Don’t see why not. We’ll be at Molly’s if you change your mind” you nodded “Thanks Voight” he grinned “No problem” after he left you turned back to your book.

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After about an hour you ventured downstairs in search of something to drink. You didn’t bother putting more clothes on considering you’d been lounging in a camisole and boxers. You figured Hank was out with his team and Justin would’ve let you know if he was back. You got to the base of the stairs and turned to go into the kitchen but when you walked past the living room you heard Hank’s voice “Well nice to see you’re comfortable in my house”

You gasped and jumped to see he was sitting on the couch, the tv on in front of him to the hockey game. You felt your face warm “Shit, sorry Hank. I um I didn’t know you were home.I'll go put more clothes on” he shook his head “Don’t on my account sweetheart”

You noticed how his eyes trailed over your body and felt your thighs clench from the weight of his gaze “I’m gonna grab a water” he nodded “You watch hockey? Game just started” you nodded “Yeah” you walked to the kitchen and grabbed the water then walked quickly back to the living room.

You sat down on the couch leaving a cushion between you and he cut his eyes at you “I’m not gonna bite or something sweetheart” you laughed lightly “What if I want you to?” then your eyes widened when you realized what you said. He turned to face you “What was that?” 

You sat the water on the coffee table and shrugged “I said what if I want you to bite me?” his eyes went from yours down to your lips then down to your chest where your breasts were damn near falling out of the top of the camisole “You’re the same age as my son” you nodded “And yet you just checked me out”

He looked up to your eyes and shook his head “You don’t know what you’re asking for” you grinned “Oh I think I do” he raised an eyebrow “You want this?” you nodded “Oh I’ve been thinking about it since I met you” 

He stood up and held his hand out “I don’t fuck on the couch, I’m too old for that shit” you took his hand with a smile “Then by all means Mr Voight lead the way” 

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Hank’s hands were rough but smooth as they ran over your body, his lips following their path. Light sighs escaping you. When he slid into you, those sighs turned into moans of his name. 

Your hands gripped his shoulder begging him to not stop. His hands went to your thighs, gripping hard enough you were certain you’d have bruises the following day but you could’ve cared less. All you could think about was how it felt as his cock brushed inside of you with every thrust, his fingers teasing your clit as he whispered in your ear “Look at you, pretty little thing begging to fuck me. Might just have to keep you”

You nor Hank had realized that Erin had decided to come by with Justin after Molly’s or that they’d come in downstairs. The moment they walked in the sounds of your moans hit their ears “Oh fuck Hank,please don’t stop..oh fuck..right there” 

Erin’s mouth fell open and she quickly covered it with her hand to muffle her laughter as they stumbled out of the house. Once they were outside she slapped Justin on the shoulder “Dude your dad is fucking your best friend who turned you down!” Justin glared at her “Shut up and go home to Jay!” 

@mcreadsstuff

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28 - D. Lucas (S.W.A.T)

summary: you didn't expect to start your life over at 28.

in all the plans i had in my head, i never expected to start dating again at 28. especially not after being with the same guy for the last ten years. but what was even less in my plan was falling in love at 28 with a third generation swat officer.

"what's on your mind?"

i snapped out of my thoughts and looked over at annie and plastered a smile on my face.

"luca."

annie smiled.

"you really love him don't you?"

i nodded.

"after finding out that my boyfriend of ten years had been cheating on me with my best friend for the last year and a half of our relationship, i never thought i would he happy again, and then i spilled my coffee all over this hot guy and three years later here we are."

annie nodded.

"you know when luca introduced you to us i wasn't sure where it was gonna go, you know with the ten year age difference and luca's track record with relationships, but seeing how each of your faces light up when you guys look at each other, or how he looks for you in any crowded room and how patient you are with this crazy lifestyle we live, i truly believe you guys were meant to find each other."

i nodded as i looked over at luca who was sitting on the ground playing some annie and deacon's kids.

"you guys ever thought about kids?"

"we never really talked about it in details, but i don't know if i'm ready for that just yet."

"understandable with everything you've been through, but luca loves you and he'd be an amazing dad."

i nodded.

"yeah. i'll catch up with you later annie."

she nodded and i made my way over to luca and the way he smiled up at me made my ovaries explode.

"hey babe."

"hey, can we talk?"

dominique gave me a worried look and i just returned it with a smile. this conversation could make or break our relationship but i've wanted to be a mother ever since i could remember and i finally think i found the person who i could do that with.

"everything okay?"

"yeah."

luca nodded and pushed himself up off the ground, shook any dirt off his pants and followed me as i walked inside deacon and annie's house.

"what's up? you're worrying me."

i sighed as i looked around to make sure we were alone before i said anything.

"okay i know this probably isn't the best time or the best place to say this but i want kids and seeing you play with deacon's just made me realize that even more and i love what we have really but..."

"i want kids too."

my heart stopped beating so fast as i looked up at dominique.

"really?"

he chuckled lightly.

"yeah, i've always wanted a big family, but i had made peace that it was probably not going to happen until i met you."

i smiled.

"okay."

dominique smiled as he pulled me into his arms and i laid my head on his chest as i wrapped my arms around his waist.

"woah i'm so sorry."

i chuckled as i lifted my head and looked over at jim who just walked into the kitchen.

"why do you always have to ruin the moment street?"

"it's my specialty i guess."

i chuckled as i unwrapped my arms from around luca and nodded.

"i'll go back outside."

the boys both nodded and i patted jim's arm as i walked by him and smiled to myself as i walked back outside.

"what was that about?"

"adult business man; something you would know nothing about."

i chuckled as i slide open the patio door and stepped outside and almost got knocked off my feet by an overexcited three year old.

"auntie come play."

i snapped out of my thoughts as i heard the front door to the house open. i looked down at my phone at the time and realized it was probably luca coming home from shift.

shit.

i quickly turned around and flushed the toilet pretending that i was just using the bathroom, grabbed the positive pregnancy test that laid on the counter and stuck it in the front pocket of the sweatshirt i was wearing along with my phone and washed my hand before walking out of the bathroom.

"hey babe."

"hey."

just by the look on luca's face i knew today was a hard one and i gave him a small smile as i sat down on the couch beside him.

"i didn't cook anything but i can run out and get us something to eat, what are you feeling like?"

"whatever you want, i'm not really hungry."

i nodded.

"hard day?"

he nodded and i reached into the front pocket of my sweatshirt and fiddled with the positive pregnancy test in my pocket. i wasn't sure how long i could keep this from him. we had been trying for the last few months and i was so happy and maybe this wasn't the best time but i was hoping to cheer him up a bit.

"would this make it a little better?"

i pulled out the test and luca slowly looked over at me and his eyes widened when he saw the words pregnant on the stick. he quickly sat up and took a hold of the test and kept looking at it as if to make sure his eyes weren't deceiving him.

"is this real?"

"100% real. i just took the test."

"we're gonna have a baby?"

the tears that welled up in his eyes made me cry too and i didn't trust my voice so i just nodded. luca quickly wrapped his arms around me and i crawled over to him and sat down in his lap and we both cried as we held each other.

"i love you so much."

"i love you so much more dominique luca."

he pulled away from me and leaned back just far enough for him to put his hand on my non existent baby bump.

"and i already love you so much munchkin."

i smiled as i wiped the tears that were streaming down my cheek with the sleeve of my sweatshirt as luca reached up and put his hands on either side of my face.

"i'm gonna be a dad."

i nodded.

"the best dad."

luca smiled as he pulled me towards him and planted his lips on mine. life doesn't always go according to plans and i was so glad that mine didn't.

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Neteyam who?

(Pt. 2 to Good Luck Finding Better)

Based off this request!

Pairing: Dilf Jake Sully x fem omatikaya reader

Warnings: HEAVY SMUTTT, darkish Jake?(rougher than the previous part), p in v, oral, spitting in face, dom Jake, creampie, a lil face smacking, lots of dirty talk, think that’s it but lmk if I missed anything

W/c: 2.8k

A/n: hey y’all, sorry this took longer than I wanted it to but schools been kicking my ass. I hope you all and the anon who requested this enjoys!! Dilf Jake is my guilty pleasure 😈😈

As the sun rose the next day, you slowly blinked your eyes open. You immediately felt soreness in your muscles, especially in a particular region between your legs. Then the realization dawned on you and you remember what happened last night. You wondered if it was a dream or if it really happened. You gasped as you noticed the cum seeping out of your hole onto the bed and decided that was enough evidence to confirm you weren’t dreaming.

You stayed alone in your hut for 2 hours, refusing to go into the village and overthinking last nights’ events. What were you gonna say to Jake now? Or Neteyam? Nothing would ever be the same! You fucked your Olo’eyktan, a whole married man! And he was your best friends dad, to make matters worse. You felt shame and wished you knew what to do.

By now you were hungry and it was well past breakfast time. You had to leave sometime, you couldn’t just stay in here forever. So you begrudgingly got yourself ready and tried to clean the mess between your legs. You were fearful everyone would be able to smell exactly who left their seed in you. So you tried to cover it up by dabbing your strongest smelling oil that you had on your inner thigh. It would have to work.

Just as you were about to walk out of the door and face your fears, a familiar face appears. And speak of the devil, it’s Jake.

He was smiling mischievously down at you, and you just looked up at him angrily and crossed your arms.

“Get out of here.” You demand sharply.

“Excuse me?” He scrunches his eyebrows in confusion and tilts his head to the side, scanning you over with his intense gaze. Part of you wants to cower but you kept going.

“Last night was a mistake,” you explained, “I was in a vulnerable state and you knew it.” You said as you poked his chest hard with your pointer finger. “And now I’ve probably lost my best friend because of you.”

“Woah, woah, woah,” Jake holds his hands up to stop you. “If I remember correctly, that skxawng rejected you and I came to make you feel better. To which you had seemed to thoroughly enjoy,” he cockily smirked and you blushed, looking away with a pout. “Why are you mad at me and not my son?”

“Because he means more to me than you do! You’ve ruined everything!” You yell at him without thinking.

He suddenly grabs your neck with one hand and brings you closer to his face. Your breath caught in your throat and you struggled to balance on your tippy toes.

“Watch your tone, girl. Don’t forget I’m still your leader” he lowly speaks, his hot breath was fanning over your face and causing your thighs to clench together.

“Fuck you.” you manage to spit out.

He lowly chuckles and seems to be amused. “You already did that, honey.”

You bare your teeth at him, it made you so angry he was taking this so lightly and nearly mocking you like this was some kind of joke.

“Let me the fuck go!” You choke out harshly, still barely touching the ground with your tip toes to hold you up, both your hands gripping his arm to help hold you up so you wouldn’t actually choke.

His smile grows bigger. He seemed to like having so much power over you.

“I don’t know, sweetheart,” he faked like he was actually thinking, “I think you look so pretty like this.” You fought and wiggled as much as you could, but it was to no avail. “You’re a feisty one, ain’t ya? I never knew that about you.” He muses.

Then something came over you as you decided you’d heard enough of him, and with no thought you spit in his face.

You surprised yourself more than you surprised him it seemed like. Your jaw drops at what you just did and he just blinks once. Most of it landed on his mouth and to your absolute horror he licks it up and groans in appreciation.

“Mmm you taste so good, baby.” He tenderly smiles and you look at him in disbelief. The bass in his voice and his vulgar display lights something inside of you.

He gathers the rest of your spit off his face on two fingers and puts it to your mouth, beckoning you to open and pushing his fingers inside.

“Suck.” He demands, still holding your neck with his other hand but he sets you lower so you’re back on your heels now at least.

You didn’t know why you listened to him, but you did. Maybe it was his authority, or maybe because you felt yourself heating up and loosing your resolve.

Once you sucked your own spit off his fingers he pulled them out. He was making intense eye contact with you to the point you couldn’t force yourself to look away, almost like you were hypnotized.

“Good, now swallow.” You did as you were told with no hesitation. It was like your body answered to him before your mind could tell you not to.

You stuck out your tongue to show your empty mouth. “Good fucking girl,” he said while lightly smacking your cheek a few times.

“You still wanna go talk to Neteyam?” He asks, feigning innocence and mocking you.

You shook your head no, the desperation in your eyes from him getting you riled up was obvious to him but he liked teasing you.

“Good. Get on your knees” he demands roughly.

You were a little surprised at his straightforwardness but you obeyed and sank down to your knees before him.

He gracefully unties his loincloth and his full erect cock springs up right in front of your face. You didn’t get to see it this close up last night but now you’re noticing how pretty it is. Long and girthy, sprinkled with tiny bioluminescent freckles all the way up to the dark purplish tip.

“Open up for me, pretty” he rasps while rubbing his thumb across your bottom lip.

Once again you do as your told, your body fully submitting to him. You stick your tongue out and he places his dick on it, tapping it a few times. You lick and swirl your tongue around his tip as he lets out a pleased sigh while his body relaxes. You close your lips around him and he places his hands on your head to tug you closer and take more of him.

“Think I need to fuck this pretty mouth, how’s that sound?” You moan in response and he pushes your head hard, making you take almost his entire length and you gag.

He chuckles while you choke on him. “Yeah, this bratty mouth just needed to be stuffed with some cock, that’s all” He groans and tosses his head back while feeling your tight throat sucking him in.

You were already a mess, spit running down your face and neck, and tears welled up in your eyes. He picked up his pace and now held your head in place as he thrusted himself into your mouth. You couldn’t do anything but just take it. You focused on breathing through your nose and relaxing your throat, trying not to gag.

“Oh fuck-“ he whimpered and bit his lip trying to suppress his moans. “Shit that’s good. You’re doing so fucking good for me,” he praised as he felt himself coming near.

Your nails were digging into his smooth thighs and your throat was stinging at this point but you honestly couldn’t get enough of him. Your lower belly was warm and had butterflies.

“Gonna cum in your throat and you’re gonna swallow it all, okay?” He panted.

You felt his body stiffen and his cock twitch before you felt the warm ropes of cum spilling in your mouth. It felt warm and smooth like honey and you greedily took it all.

He pulled out of your mouth once he finished and smiled proudly at you.

“Good girl, that’s what a good slut does. You learn so quick,” he said while grabbing your face and placing a sloppy smooch on your lips.

He graciously grabbed a small towel to wipe your tear stained face and the sticky drool off your body. You smiled deliriously up at him.

“Don’t worry baby girl, I haven’t forgotten about you,” he grins. “Bet that lil pussy feels so neglected right now, huh?”

You nod your head and could hardly wait any longer.

“Nuh uh, need to hear you say it. What do you need?” He asks while petting your hair as you were still on your knees.

“Need you! Need you and your cock, please” you outright begged like he wanted.

“Please what?”

“Please.. sir?”

“Mhmm. Atta girl,” Jake praised.

He crouched down to your level and started crawling to tower over you. Your eyes were glued on his lips and he seemed to understand since he connected your lips in a heated kiss. He felt warm and tasted sweet and earthy.

He guided you to lay all the way down and you felt his rough hands start exploring, first just on your arms but then he couldn’t help himself from touching your tits.

Slipping under your top he kneaded one of your breasts, still holding himself over you with his other hand. He slightly moaned into your kiss at the contact and then pinched your nipple, making you break the kiss.

“Mmm” you hummed and threw your head back in pleasure.

“Yeah? Is that it?”

You bit your lip trying not to sound too desperate but still shook your head yes, begging him with your eyes. He took that as more than enough permission to keep doing it how you liked. He shifted to balance on his knees and his other hand wasted no time by going to knead your other breast that was left out.

“So, so perfect,” he whispered admirably.

Then with no warning he ripped your top off, beads flying everywhere. Normally you would’ve been upset about the damage of your precious clothing but right now you couldn’t care less.

“This needs to go too,” he said while yanking off your loincloth. It kinda hurt, but again, you weren’t in your right mind at the moment. And he was clearly getting impatient.

“Fuck” he breathed while eyeing your form. “Pretty. So fucking pretty” he rubbed your leg gently, quite contradictory to his former display of roughness.

Deciding to take the lead now, you opened your legs up for him. You were propped up on your elbows so this position was picture-perfect, and Jake did indeed wish he had a camera for your pornographic pose.

He was practically salivating over you but he wasn’t gonna let you get the upper hand. Snapping out of it, he looks at you devilishly like he was gonna devour you whole. You notice his cock is already fully hard again. Fuck, he’s good you admitted in your head.

Your pussy was a mess, your juices coating your lips and running down your ass.

“Jake, please” you begged.

He stopped ogling you and practically pounced onto you. He stole your lips in a hungry kiss and God, you loved the way he tasted too. You fought for dominance with your clashing of tongues but of course he wins with his larger mouth. He was shoving his tongue far into your mouth trying to get everything he could take from you. And you let him.

You whimpered as your heart rates increased and the thrill was like no other. Yeah, you loved Neteyam as your best friend but Eywa, his dad made you feel like you were flying.

All that could be heard was heavy breathing because neither of you wanted to stop. Then you felt his five-fingered hand slide down to rub your inner thigh and you thought you could almost cum right then. It was dizzying and made your body feel fuzzy.

He finally stopped teasing around the area and touched you where you wanted him the most. You both gasped at the contact.

“Damn,” he breathed while coating his fingers in your slick, “Needy little thing”

He pushed his middle finger in your sopping cunt and it slid in easily. You moaned and looked at him.

He started finger fucking you and gained a rhythm, then slid in another digit to add to the stretch.

You closed your eyes shut and were making so many little sounds that he loved. He also loved the sight of you squirming in pleasure.

“Watch it” he gruffed

You obeyed his request and turned your eyes to the sinful scene. He had you spread wide open and was pistoning his two big fingers into you like there was no tomorrow, hitting all your sweet spots so perfectly. It was so good you were struggling to get any sounds out as your mouth stayed open in a silent scream.

You felt your impending orgasm coming quickly. He seemed to have picked up on this as he started rubbing your clit in circles, making your climax rip through you.

“JAKEEE” you screamed and arched your back as it wracked through your entire body, toes curling and grabbing his dreads for support.

“Fuck yes. Fuckkkk yes!” he praised as he kept pumping you with one hand and lightly spanking your clit with the other, prolonging your orgasm.

You slowly came down from it, panting and a bit dizzy. Your eyes looked heavy.

“Don’t fall asleep on me, I ain’t done with you yet, babe” he said while manhandling you to flip you over on all fours. You could barely hold yourself up on your arms as you felt tired so you slumped down on your face, ass up in the air.

“Now ain’t this a pretty sight,” Jake chuckled from behind you. You felt his tip prodding at your entrance that was still soaked from your arousal and orgasm.

With no warning he slammed himself inside.

“OH!!” You shot up, the intrusion catching you off guard.

“Had to get you awake somehow,” he laughed. “Now take this cock until I cum in your little pussy”

Before you could say anything he slid all the way out and slammed back in. Your eyes were almost popping out of your head at the fullness. He had to be in your stomach, you thought to yourself.

He grabbed onto your ass cheeks for leverage to pull you back onto him, setting a brutal pace. The skin slapping could probably be heard from the village.

“You feel so good.. such a good slut for me”

You clenched around him at his degrading comment.

“Oh yeah? You like being a lil whore? That’s all you are, hm?” he growled clenching his teeth, already lost in the feeling of your pussy wrapped around him.

You moaned and whimpered below him, taking every inch of his dick.

“Bet you’d probably like Neteyam to see you getting fucked again” he taunted and you once again squeezed him tight as confirmation to his statement, “Yeah, I know,” he laughed, “it’s funny, ‘cause you try to act all innocent for everyone else. If only they could see you now”

You were hearing every word but truly didn’t care. Not right now, not when his dick was blissfully pounding your cervix and you feel another orgasm rolling in.

“Pleaseee” you whined.

“Please, what? One cock not enough for you?” he teased and smacked your ass.

“It is! Just please don’t stop!”

He sped up and thrusted harder into you.

“You gonna cum? Yeah you better cum for me,” he panted, feeling himself approaching his own high.

And just like that the coil in your lower tummy snapped. You cried out in ecstasy and he ate every bit of it up, boosting his ego.

“That’s it, baby” he cooed.

Then he felt his rip through him. “Gonna fill you up- fuck!” He whimpered “you won’t ever be able to get my smell off of you,” he promised while riding his out, his groans and little whimpers between words.

“This pussy is mine,” He made sure to milk out every last drop of his seed inside your pussy. He wanted to own you and mark you as his, so no other men could have you. He slipped his dick out carefully, making sure to not overstimulate you.

You were both fucked out beyond belief so you laid limp and he grabbed another towel to clean you up first, and then himself.

You smiled weakly at him and he smiled smugly in return. “So you gonna take back what you said earlier about wanting me to leave or do you like my company now?” he teased.

You rolled your eyes and scooted back against him where you were laying down. “Shut up” you yawned.

Taglist: @neteyamssyulang @professional-yapper @bambithewriter @nonamevenus @jakesullyfatjuicypeen

[star-dust-stuf]

Hunter Sylvester x period!reader

title: for what you can't ignore

warnings: cursing, pain

a/n: for my sister ❥ @cubytae sorry for typos, I hope you love it!

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I was laying on his bed looking up at the ceiling, I shouldnt have come, I thought to myself. Oh yeah. This sucked. I should have stayed home knowing I got my period that morning and I shouldn't have told him I was okay over the phone. 

As he was practicing his guitar I kept hearing the same thing over and over again and it was driving me nuts. I sat up, he couldn't hear me talking. "Hunter..." I sigh. "Hunter!" 

Still, he kept playing his stupid guitar. "HUNTER!" I finally yell.

Hunter stopped, he put his guitar down. "What?" 

I look at him for a moment, "can you stop?" 

Hunter scoffed, "stop?" He mocked me and started playing his guitar again. Even rougher.

I started crying and I cover my face. He immediately stopped and looked at me, "woah. Hey." He put his guitar down.

He walked towards me and sat on his bed next to me. "What's wrong? Hey, I didn't mean to-."

I shake my head, "it's not you."

"Then what's the matter?" Hunter spoke, he was genuinely sweet and gentle with me, and only me. 

"Hunter I... I got my period this morning and I'm in pain." 

Hunter was silent for a minute, he stood up and paced a little. "Okay.. okay so you're on your-..." He got awkward. "No that's totally fine- not that it wasn't fine in the first place-." 

Hunters stuttering made me smile a little, he struggled. "I'll be right back." 

He walked out of his room leaving me to my overthinking thoughts, was I sharing too much? He ran to the kitchen and in the cabinets, his dad put his hands on his hips. "What the hell are you looking for?" 

He looks at his dad, "I... I need something for..." He trailed off.

His dad coughed mockingly, "sorry what?" 

"Period, dad!" He yells

His dad blinked, "you do know it's not physically possible-."

Hunter cut his dad off, "really, duh. Because I didn't know that!" 

His dad coughed, not so mockingly but in an uncomfortable tone, "have we had the, uh. Talk yet?"

Hunter gave him a dumb look, "I have a girl over shes- she's-."

His dad choked, "oh!" He coughed. "I don't have anything here for that." 

Hunter spoke, "how about that stupid hot water bottle?" Hunter had attitude.

"In the hall closet, hey I don't appreciate that additude." His dad spoke but Hunter rolled his eyes and walked towards the closet by the stairs, getting what he needed.

He came back into his room and saw me on his bed. I was crying from the pain, he didn't really know what to do, he sort of watched me cry before speaking. "I got you something."

I look at him. My cheeks wet with tears, he was clearly not comfortable around people who cry but he wasn't heartless. He sat next to me, "h-here..." He gave me the hot water bottle.

I put it on my stomach, an instant relief fell in my body that was racked in pain. He saw the change and relaxed as well, he stood up back to his chair and his guitar. I watch him, he didnt know I would rather have him hold me but he wasn't very empathetic.

He played his guitar, seeing me from the corner of his eye he couldn't shake the thought of it, so he looked at me. "Does it hurt bad?" 

I nodded, "feels like somethings inside me and won't hold still."

He grimaces but he's had his fair share of shit happen he's not disgust by this at all, because there wasn't anything to be disgusted by. "Well, you can lay there and I'll make sure the hot water bottle stays warm..."

He saw that desperate look in my eyes, he sighs and stands up. Hunter unzipped his black boots and got into his bed beside me and looked at me, "close your eyes..." He said softly.

I did so, I didn't care about anything at this moment. I felt his hand on my hip and his thumb rub my bone gently, he scoots closer, I can feel his breath on my forehead. 

I cried out in pain and hit his shoulder, he flinches, I did it out of pain, i didn't really know how to relieve it so I just hit him. "Shit." He says.

He didn't care, or mind even. He knew what the hit was for and knew better than to tell me to stop. "you're okay..." 

He feels around my lower back for the pain, watching my body tense up and then relax. He smiled at my reaction and kept a firm but gentle pressure there. "I'm not a bitch like everyone says." 

I smiled a little, "why do you think you're my friend?" 

He looked at my lips and back in my eyes, "friend." 

I nod, but I slowly put my face to his. Kissing his lips gently before pulling back, he was dumbfounded by it but it was the most beautiful thing that has happened to him. Nothing dim and dark, or anything he's used to. It was bright and beautiful... 

He moved a lock of hair behind my ear and kept his pressure on my lower back, making sure if I was in any pain, he was my punching bag. 

"For someone so sweet, who would have thought you'd like metal." 

[itsscromp]

Home, a place where I can go

To celebrate the reboot of my blog. I have decided to give you all the fluffiest of fluff by the best dad in gaming history. This spin-off idea (which I will call what if's) is courtesy of me and @callofdudes y'all are gonna love it !! What if Simon ran away from home and Price ended up adopting him and years later a young y/n too ?? Warnings: Mentions of abuse and potential inaccuracies (Please let me know if there are any) Word count:4.6K

Simon Riley 'Age 10' has had a hard life, He hated coming home to the endless cycle of abuse from his father, and after the latest incident, he's had enough. Forming a plan two weeks ago to leave, he began to act on it, when he came back from school, he rushed upstairs and grabbed his backpack with his clothes and such. But when he returned downstairs, look who was there to greet him...

"And where the fuck do you think your going mate !!??" Simon could smell the alcohol in his breath. "Leaving..." He said quietly.

"You wouldn't even survive 5 hours on the streets..." He then slowly walked over, If Simon didn't leave soon, he knew what would happen next, So without hesitation he bolted for the door, dodging his dad's arms and heading outside, running as fast as he could. "I'll find you soon Simon!!!!" His dad yelled. But Simon didn't care, he was now free... he was free.

He ran until he couldn't no more, crashing under a nearby bridge, it was cold but it was shaded, away from the rain. He sighed out in relief at the fact he was out and away... from him. He pulled his blanket out from his backpack and wrapped it around him to keep himself safe and warm.

The following afternoon, Simon stayed right under the bridge but he only had a jam sandwich and a couple of snacks on him, he knew that alone wasn't going to last. He watched all the cars drive by from above, making a game for himself to count the cars with the same colours. But then... He noticed one car stopping nearby. His instincts kicking back in... The car looked like his dad's car, So he quickly packed his blanket in his backpack as fast as he could before he could have the chance.

"Woah woah woah... It's ok..." But the person that got out of the car wasn't his dad... it was a young man... In a bright polo shirt. "It's ok... I'm not here to hurt you"

Simon opened his mouth, wanting to scream at him, tell him he was not going with him, not going back to him. But he remained quiet, almost utterly frozen in fear. The young man slowly moved forward with almost a kind smile.

"My name is A/n, I'm from the *adoption agency name* It's ok..." He made it to Simon, showing he wasn't a threat. But the instincts were still on fire inside Simon. No one could be trusted at this point. "Please... it's too cold and dangerous to be out here for someone your age." He offered his hand to Simon.

Simon hesitated greatly, He didn't want to go anywhere, the what-ifs clouded his mind as to think this could be a trap. But a part of his mind was screaming safety very softly, He was right. It was very cold, He didn't have any food and he'd be in danger the longer he stayed out. So slowly and hesitantly, he took A/n's hand. To which he smiled and slowly went back to the car with him, Nice and warm as Simon hopped in.

They soon arrived at the agency where A/n showed him a spare room. "Are you hungry ??" He asked Simon, to which the loud growling of his stomach gave the answer away. "I'll be right back ok ??" He smiled and went to find him some food.

Simon sat down on the bed, soft and comfortable. But his guard was still up, again what if this was a trap. He wasn't used to this amount of kindness before. A/n soon came back with a plate of fresh hot food and handed it to Simon. He ate the food as A/n sat down next to him. "Can you tell me your name ??" He asked. But Simon froze... If he told him, would he know who he is ?? He sat there for a little while trying to fight his own thoughts in his head. "It's ok... take your time" A/n gently reassured him. After a bit he finally and quietly said. "Simon"

3.5 months later

While there, Simon was still a little quiet, but he opened up a small bit, telling A/n he doesn't want to go back home, and how he's scared to go back home, telling him about some of the stuff his dad does... to him. Which immediately concerned him, So he reassured him that he would find a safe space for him when the time came... and it may have arrived.

John Price always dreamed of being a dad, To show one child all the love and affection he had in him. But military life had been straining that dream tight, So he decided to act on that dream now rather than wait, he went to multiple adoption agencies nearby, But the suitable matches weren't going anywhere in London. So he broadened his expansion to Manchester.

A/n was busy filling out some paperwork when he saw Price walk in. "Oh hello sir, How can I help you ??" He smiled at him. "Hi, I was looking into adopting if that's ok ??" He asked him.

"Oh that's wonderful, Come, have a seat" He and Price began the formal interview, Price really didn't want to get his hopes up during the whole thing. But then... "I do think we may have a child who would love your company" He smiled and passed him a file. Price opened it to reveal the file of a child named Simon Riley, As he read it, He couldn't help but feel very sad. This poor kiddo, he just wanted to wrap him in the softest blanket and make him a nice hot cocoa. "Would you like to meet him ??" A/n offered, to which Price nodded. "Of course"

The two then went to his room and A/n knocked on his door. "Simon, may I come in ??" He asked.

"Yes..." He answered.

"Just wait out here" A/n whispered to price as he entered the room. "Hey... How are you feeling ??"

"Ok" He answered bluntly.

"Simon... There's someone I'd like you to meet, He is really interested in adopting you, Isn't that exciting ??" He smiled, but Simon froze up. The fear returned to him. "N...No..." He grew scared.

"Simon, I promise I'll still be here, I'll be in the room ok ??" He gently reassured him. After a bit of convincing. Simon agreed to let Price meet him. "You can come in now" He opened the door a bit and walked back in, Price entered the room saw Simon and smiled. "Hey kiddo" He greeted. "Hi..." Simon said, not making eye contact with price. Price gently walked over and sat next to him, seeing the comic book in Simon's hand. "Bit of a batman fan are we ??" He inspected the cover, Simon nodding. He loved batman with his life.

It was a little quiet before Simon started to make very small talk, It was going smoothly for a little while but Price could see he was still very hesitant. So he asked A/n to meet him outside for a little bit. "I understand if he's a little quiet..." A/n tried to say.

"No, it's not that... Would it be ok if we just did a trial weekend ?? Help him warm up a little bit." He asked him. "Oh... yes yes, of course, Let me run it with him ok ??' He asked and Price nodded. Entering back in the room, A/n sat next to him. "Simon, Could I ask you something ??' He asked, Simon looked at him briefly and nodded slowly. "Mr price really would love to get to know you, He's asked if it's ok with you, Would you like to stay a weekend with him ??"

Simon's eyes went slightly wide, New fears ran all over his head, what if it could happen all over again... No, don't be so stupid, they wouldn't be that stupid... Would they ?? "I understand it sounds very scary, But we promise, just one weekend, If you didn't like it in the end that's ok too"

Simon thought about it for a little while, It was just one weekend and that was it. So... He decided to give it a go. After packing for a weekend, Simon followed Price back to his car and hopped in, beginning the drive. "You comfortable back there kiddo ?? It's gonna be a bit of a drive" Price looked back as Simon nodded to him. Soon beginning the drive to London.

Simon remained quiet for the entirety of the drive, Looking out the window and seeing things roll past him. Price sometimes looked back in the rearview mirror, seeing him. Hopefully, he does a good job. Soon arriving back in London, They made it back to Price's house, The two getting the much-needed stretches in. "Always a good feeling hey ??" Price smiled at him. Simon remained quiet and nodded, Following price to the door as he unlocked it.

He invited Simon inside, Slowly walking in, the first thing he saw was family photos on the wall. It made him feel slightly ill looking at them, Why couldn't he have that ?? He then spotted a TV in the living room and an arrangement of DVDs on a bookshelf. Looking through them, He noticed there were a lot of different types of movies, Back with... him, it was always very violent and scary movies. But with Price, he had a whole different taste. "Come, I'll show you your room." He smiled, leading Simon to the spare bedroom A nice big bed with freshly made sheets. "You look tired, Do you need to rest ??' Price asked. Simon yawned and nodded. "Ok, I'll be downstairs if you need me" Price smiled and gently closed the door.

Simon took off his shoes and crawled into the bed, Gently closing his eyes, Getting the needed rest after a very long drive. A couple hours later, he was awoken by... Some delicious smells. What could they be ??

He got up and crept down the stairs, Seeing Price cook dinner, It looked like... Lasagna... He could also hear Price hum to himself as he was singing something to the tune of the radio. As Price placed the lasagna in the oven, he noticed Simon and smiled, walking over gently. "Hey there kiddo, Sleep ok ??" Simon nodded at the question before saying "I did..."

Price smiled and gently brought his hand to Simon's head, Gently ruffling it. Simon couldn't help but twitch a smile briefly. No one has ever done this... The name of endearment, the physical affection, it was all new to him. "You wanna watch a movie ??" Price offered, Simon slowly nodded and followed Price to the living room. He sat down on the couch and kicked his legs slightly as Price went to the DVD cabinet and picked out a couple of movies, Going back to Simon, he showed him what there was on offer.

Chicken run... prince of Egypt... ... a bug's life... Simon stared at the cases for a little while before ultimately handing 2 back to Price and chose Chicken Run. "That one ??" He nodded. Price smiled, placed the DVDs back, popped the current movie into the player and started the movie, sitting next to Simon. He was intrigued by the premise of the movie, eyes glued to the screen. Price smiled as he saw him watching the movie, Inviting him to snuggle closer... Simon saw it and stared at him for a little bit before looking back at the screen. Maybe not just yet.

Price heard the bell of the oven ding and went over to serve the plates. Coming back to Simon with some cutlery and a tea towel, he offered him the fresh hot plate. "Careful now, It's still a little hot" Price warned Simon. "Thank you..."

Simon stared at his plate for a little bit, It looked... really delicious. "I make a killer lasagna" Price said to him proudly with a wink. Simon soon took the cutlery, cutting into it and taking a bite after blowing on it... Oh... It was... So delicious !!! Price smiled as he saw Simon happily eat his food. Once finished, Simon was a happy fed boy. But then... Another thing he was never asked back then... "Would you like some ice cream ??" He was never allowed to have ice cream after dinner. It was very strange, But he ended up saying... "Yes please"

Price nodded and got up, taking the empty plates with him and soon grabbing two bowls and a spoon, Taking the tub of ice cream out of the freezer, he scooped some up and placed them into the bowls. Handing it back to Simon. "There we go" he smiled as he sat back down.

Simon slowly ate as the movie continued, He felt... Like he was seen, He was being helped... He couldn't control his wobbly lip and the tears in his eyes as he snuggled up to price. This man made him feel... safe. Price noticed and smiled wide, wrapping an arm around Simon as the movie continued. Once it was finished, Price looked at him. "Did you enjoy that kiddo ??" He rubbed his arm gently.

"I... I did... Thank you, Mr Price" he said, snuggling impossibly closer to him. Price smiled and then soon, mischief took over him. Creeping his other arm around him, he then began... The tickle attack !!!, Simon gasped before launching into an array of giggles. Trapped in the clutches of Price's ticklish fingers "My my kiddo, So ticklish you are" He chuckled as he continued to tickle Simon's sides.

In that moment... Simon was home... He felt at home...

4 years later.

Simon *now age 14* has been living with Price for 4 years and their bond became unbreakable. He saw Price as a father figure, and even started calling him dad. Price loved Simon with everything within him. But he had a spare room in the house and more room in his heart for one more.

"Simon, can I talk to you about something ??" He sat down on the couch, inviting Simon.

"Hey Dad, What's up ??" Simon sat down next to him.

"How would you feel... If we opened up our home for one more ??" He smiled softly.

Simon sat there thinking about it, The thought of having... a sibling... That's nerve-wracking for a multitude of reasons... But like Price, he had room in his heart for one more as well. So with that, he agreed.

Price then decided to keep it close to home this time as he then went to the adoption agency in London again. But when he walked into the door, he saw a familiar face. "A/n ??"

A/n looked up and saw him, smiling "John, What a surprise"

Price smiled "What bring's you to London ??"

"Oh, they transferred me to the London Centre, It's been pretty fun. How is Simon doing anyway ??"

"Simon is doing good, He's really settled and I know he's happy." Price smiled wide, His kiddo was everything.

"Oh, that is absolutely amazing to hear"

"It is, I'm really proud of him"

"I'm glad he's doing nicely, So what can I do for you ??" He smiled, inviting price to sit.

"I had a talk with Simon and he's comfortable enough that I think another amazing addition to our house would make us all happy"

A/n nodded, smiling. "Oh wonderful, Ok let's get started then"

So once again the formal interview happened to match Price with a child. And then, they found one. A/n, passed a file to price.

"Y/n l/n" *age 12* Price opened the file and read through it.

"Poor child, Their mother kicked them out of the house and they had no family to go to... We found them on the streets and they've been mostly quiet"

Almost how Simon was found... "Can I talk to them ???" He asked. "Of course"

So they got up and walked to your room, A/n knocking on the door. "Y/n ??, I have someone I'd like you to meet"

"Come in..." You said hesitantly as the door opened.

"Y/n, this is John Price. He wants to meet and talk with you for a bit if that's ok ??"

You looked at him briefly and at Price who greeted you with a kind smile and nodded to you. You slowly nodded, indicating yes. "I'll leave you two be" A/n stepped outside as Price entered the room. "Hey y/n, can I sit ??"

You scooched over slowly, Indicating his invitation to do so. He sat down next to you, But not enough to intrude on your space. Seeing a book in your hand. "You like to read ??"

"Sometimes... depends on what it is" You answered him.

"Do you have a favourite genre ???"

"I like... sci-fi and thrillers"

"Nice, I'm a thriller kinda guy, but sci-fi gets thrown in there too" He smiled

"Oh yeah ??"

"Yeah. Have you ever read Sherlock Holmes?? It's one of my favourite book series"

You sat there thinking for a bit. "Hmmm no, I don't think I have"

"Maybe you'd like it. I think it's pretty good, but maybe you wouldn't that's ok too" He smiled.

You and Price continued to get to know each other for the next hour, You slowly began to open up a fair bit, telling Price about your hobbies and interests, even pulling out your figurine from your backpack. "This is Jason Todd, or red hood, He's from the Batman universe." You showed him.

"Oh wow, that's really cool... Y/n, I have a son back at home, His name is Simon and he is similar to you. If you were to meet him and see if you two got along, would you like that ??"

"I guess so..." You went quiet again... The whole situation was a tad bit daunting. You knew he meant well.

He could see the look on your face... He didn't want to force you into anything "What if I stop by later today or tomorrow so you two can spend some time together, Don't feel too pressured, only if you'd be comfortable."

You nodded gently "Ok..."

"It was lovely to meet you Y/n" He smiled and got up, Heading back home, Simon heard him enter the doorway "How did it go ??" Simon asked, Looking up from the tv.

"It went well, I met a kid named y/n, Would it be ok if I brought you over to meet them, I'd think you too would get along" He smiled softly.

"Yeah..." Simon was a little nervous, would you like him ??, Would they be freaked out by the mask ?? *Simon wears a skull surgical mask* He was very hesitant... But... he believed he was ready to be a sibling again.

Heading back to the centre with Simon in tow, A/n guided them to your room and knocked on the door. "Come in..." You said, Price entered the room first before Simon. "Hey again y/n, I brought my son Simon with me" He smiled. Simon stood behind him, quietly staring at you for a bit before waving a little.

"Hi..." You waved back.

He was a bit hesitant, Seeing if you were ok with his presence at first, But you didn't seem hesitant... so that's a good start. So Price gently turned to Simon, Softly smiling and nodding in the direction, He came over to you and sat next to you.

"Hi"

"Hey" He greeted

"Cool mask"

"Thanks... Most people are kind of freaked out by it"

"Well... I think it's cool"

"Thanks... Dad tells me you like to read ??' He tries to start a conversation with you.

"Yeah." You then showed him the book you were reading. A book called Wonder.

Simon inspected it for a bit, Slowly relaxing and sort of sitting on the edge of the bed. "This looks good"

"It is, I'm liking it so far." Price saw a slight shift in your body language, in a more positve note,

"What's your favourite ??' You asked.

"I'm into horror" He answered.

"Oh yeah ?? What's your favourite ???"

"I like Stephen King, I got to read the shining a couple months ago too"

"Nice, I've always wanted to read Carrie, that looks cool"

"I think I remember liking that one"

Price remained silent, soon slipping away outside to give you two the space you wanted, the atmosphere settled down, and it was comfortable. The two were engaging in a full conversation like you had with Price. It was nice, Simon could see why Price liked you, You were kind, and he didn't think he'd mind you becoming a part of the family, Soon price came back inside.

"How are you kiddo's going ??" He smiled

"Doing good" Y/n answered.

Simon nodded in agreement. "Yeah, we're doing good"

"That's great, I'm glad you two are getting along"

"Simon is really cool" You smiled softly.

Simon smiled as well under the mask. "Y/n is nice and cool as well"

This in turn makes Price smile. "Yeah ??" He then turned to you "Y/n, I know it's a lot all at once, but... If you two talked it out, would you want to come home with us ??"

"Oh..." You went quiet, Simon noticed this too.

"That's ok, It doesn't have to be right away. There's no pressure, I promise"

"Could you give us a minute ??" You asked price, To which he agreed and stepped out and nodded, Simon could see your hesitancy. "You guys are cool... But I don't know..."

Simon gently shifted and scooted over. "I know it's a huge step. But believe me, I was in the same position as you. I was... terrified of going home with John before, But he's really kind and he's given me everything i need and more, I know he wouldn't hesitate to do the same for you."

You continued to think about it... But the thoughts of your mom came back to you... the yelling, the stuff being thrown... You couldn't help but think that if you went back with them... It would happen all over again... "I... I can't... I'm too scared... Of it happening all over again, My mom... She used to do many things... Made me very scared... And I'm scared that if I go with you guys it'll happen all over again." You admitted. "I can't help but think... It'll happen all over again." You looked down at the floor, sad.

Simon hesitated for a bit until he gently placed his hand on your shoulder, softly squeezing it. "Y/n..." He hesitated for a bit, it was still too painful to talk about. "I understand that, I know what that's like, I'll say that much. I've lived with him for 4 years and haven't once thought I wasn't loved, With all the stuff I went through and the damage he had to repair... He just wants to love you and give you what you deserve and need, That's why he's here" He squeezed your shoulder again. "I know, I know how you feel. I was just as scared about that. But he's given me more love than I thought possible"

Listening to that, you started to have a change of heart. Maybe... Simon was right, Maybe Price really wanted to help you. "Ok... I'll give it a chance" You nodded, turning to Simon.

He smiled a little under his mask.

Price then came back inside after a bit. "Have you given it a bit of thought y/n ??"

You nodded. "I'll give you a chance"

With that, Price smiled wide and nodded. Like Simon, you were given a weekend with the two. So you packed your bag, and before you knew it, you were in the car with them heading to their home... Possibly your home too.

You arrive at their house soon after. "Woah..." It was a relatively big house.

"Welcome home" Price smiled, Opening the door for you.

"Thank you" You smiled softly and entered, It was nice and cozy.

"Come on, I'll show you your room" Simon said to you and guided you upstairs, Placing your bag down as you sat down on the bed. "It's nice and comfy hey ??" He smiled softly at you. "Yeah, Where's your room ??"

"This used to be mine, But dad let me use the basement as my room" He said.

Speaking of Price. "The room nice and cozy ??' He asked you.

"It is, Thank you" You nodded.

"I'll get dinner started shortly, you two keep each other company eh ??"

Simon turned to you "Come on, I'll set up my XBOX in the living room" He rushed downstairs, You hightailing. XBOX ?? You liked XBOX.

He then set everything up, sitting down and passing you a controller. "I got halo 2 or sonic heroes" He said to you, showing you the cases. You looked at them for a little bit. Interesting choices, In the end, You ended up with halo 2.

Simon placed the disk in and the game started, soon the two of you were having fun, Price could see you start to warm up more to Simon. It was like the two of you were Immediately best friends. He soon eventually came over to you two. "Dinner will be ready soon kiddos" He smiled, gently squeezing Simon's shoulder and ruffling your hair, to which you giggled. "Hey" You fixed it up. It was the first time Price heard you laugh.

"I think it looks better this way" He smirked, ruffling it again. "Stop" You giggled again.... and soon he slipped his hands under your shoulders, Get em Simon" He smiled. Simon get's your waist and the two start tickling you, Launching you into further giggles and laughs

"Gotcha kiddo" Price chuckled, tickling you harder, making you squeak out your laughs.

"Your just as ticklish as Simon" He smirked as he continued. "So so ticklish you are"

"Stohohoho....Stohohoho..." You said in between laughs.

"They almost had it Dad" Simon looked up at him.

"They did, So close y/n, try again" He smirked.

Happy tears started to emerge from your eyes as you finally got out. "STOHOHOHOHOHOHP"

"There it is" They finally let you go. You smiled, curling in on yourself. Price ruffling your head again. Soon the oven dinged, and dinner was ready. Simon bolted to the kitchen as dinner was being served. You weren't too far. He served you... His iconic lasagna. "This looks delicious" You said as he sat down.

"Eat away kiddo" He smiled as you all started to eat, Like Simon, this was the best thing you ever had. It was just so delicious. You didn't even realise you burped once you finished. "Sorry..." You apologised, but then Simon did you one better and let out a louder, longer burp. "Excuse me dad" Which made you giggle. Price chuckled softly and turned to you. "It's ok."

Once dinner was done, You and Simon went back to your halo match as the bond between you two grew... And then, you made your decision...

"Mr price, can I talk to you."

"Of course kiddo what's up ??" He smiled softly at you.

You turned to Simon and back to him before looking at your hands shyly, Trying to come up with the words. "It's ok take your time." He reassured before Simon saw you and walked to the entrance of the kitchen.

With a deep breath... "I... I want to stay with you guys... Not for one weekend."

You wanted to be adopted into their family, Your family. Price smiled so wide and soon pressed a gentle kiss on your forehead. Simon didn't hesitate and rushed over to you. Hugging you tightly. Making you giggle, You were home...

You were home.

A/N: A great way to start the new blog by breaking my own word count record :D

Taglist: @callofdudes @fun-k-board

[avengersfantasies]

A Night With Him in Bucharest - 9

Summary: You and Bucky start trying for another baby.

Taglist (people who asked and that I think may be interested): 

@pattiemac1 @justsebstan @crist1216 @kandis-mom @winterslove1917 @lady-loki-barnes-djarin @vonalyn @gojoismysensei @mavrellover91 @natashasilverfox @ilovetaquitosmmmm

Bucky has a Tumblr! @bucharestbuckybarnes

James looked at you and Bucky with a quizzical look.

            “Me bein’ a big brudder?” he asked hesitantly. “How dat work?”

            You and Bucky chuckled. “That’s something for momma and I to get taken care of,” Bucky told the toddler.

The three-year-old thought for a moment – tapping his index finger on his chin to show his thinking process. “What if I not a good one?”

“Oh, buddy,” you spoke softly, “you’d be the best big brother in the entire universe!”

“Really?” he asked, a bit skeptical.

“Of course,” Bucky backed you up. “I was a big brother, and I loved it.”

“Woah! You was a big brudder?”

Bucky nodded and gave a sad smile. “Yeah,” he confirmed. “I had a little sister.” He chuckled fondly of the memories he had. “She got on my nerves a lot, but I loved her more than anything.”

“Where she now?” James asked curiously.

Bucky put the toddler in his lap. “She’s in heaven,” he told the little boy. “You know how I’m really old?” James nodded. “Well, I have a special kind of…juice…that keeps me big and strong and young.”

“Did she not has the juice?” James asked – taking an interest in Bucky’s vibranium arm – tracing the gold parts with his finger.

Bucky shook his head. “No, she didn’t.”

“Do I gots the special juice?” James asked – looking up at his dad.

Bucky smiled. “You do.”

“Will da baby have da special juice?”

“Yes,” Bucky answered with a chuckle.

“Den I wanna be a big brudder!” James exclaimed. “When I can has da baby?”

            Later that night, once James had been put to bed and fallen sound asleep, you and Bucky enjoyed a hot bath with many glasses of wine shared between you.

            “He’s so precious,” you giggled, floating over to Bucky and sitting in his lap.

            Bucky chuckled that deep chuckle that send vibrations through your body. “He’s excited to be a big brudder.” He kissed the side of your neck and sucked it gently.

Eliciting a moan from your lips, he placed a trail of kisses and left a small bite in the nook of your neck.

“Such a tease,” you moaned softly and sipped your wine. To tease him back, you grinded yourself against his hardening cock.

He chuckled in your ear. “This tease is gonna put a baby in you.”

“Fuck.” You threw your head back against his chest and felt his hands begin to make their way to your aching cunt. “Please, Buck,” you begged wantonly. “Give me another baby.”

His fingers gently stroked your throbbing clit – his strong arm holding you to his chest as your hand grabs his head so you can get your lips to his neck. His moans were music to your ears as your lips kissed and mouth sucked on the sensitive skin just underneath his ear. Unable to take it anymore, and without finishing the bath that two of you were sharing, Bucky picked you up and carried you into the adjoining bedroom – placing you gently on the bed. His lips started their trail of kisses at your ankles, and he slowly made his way up – making sure to give both sides of your body an equal amount of love. When he got to your pussy, he placed a gentle kiss and continued on upwards. This night wasn’t about fucking. It wasn’t about making each other beg. It wasn’t about wanting the other to become overstimulated and a shaking mess. This night was about showing how much you loved one another and using that love to create a new life. Bucky made his way up your body some more, and he placed small kisses on your stomach – excitement growing within him. When he finally made it to your lips, he placed a deep yet gentle kiss on them. As you began losing yourself in the kiss, you swore you felt a water drop fall on your face. When you looked at the man hovering above you, you noticed the tear falling from his face.

            “Buck?” your voice was filled with worry. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

            He shook his head and let out a chuckle. “For the first time…absolutely nothing.”

You pulled his lips back down onto yours and felt him slowly slide inside you. His movements were slow and gentle. The two of you weren’t just having sex or trying to have a baby. You were both making love to the other’s body and soul. You had your hands tangled in the other’s hair – holding each other as close as possible while you swallowed up each other’s moans and gasps.

Neither of you had felt loved like this before. It was a different level of love you never thought existed, and it was a level that he never thought he’d deserve, let alone actually receive it.

“Thank you,” he panted against your lips – his thrusts staying slow and deep. You looked into his eyes for a deeper meaning.

“For what?” you asked through your heavy breaths.

His lips found the sweet spot on your neck once again. “For showing me happiness,” he began. “For loving me no matter what.” His breath was hot on your neck – his voice gravelly and lust filled. “For being good to me… For seeing past all the bad… For making me a dad.”

His words tugged at your heart. You knew about his past and everything he was put through, but when you heard the words come from his mouth, made your heart swell more than you thought possible. With a gentle shove, he let you switch positions so that you were on top of him and riding him slowly.

It was your turn to love on him.

Your kisses started at his forehead, and you made your way down each side of his body. You kissed each side of his head, neck, and when you got to his arms, you made sure to show them equal amounts of love. You kissed the scars that lined his shoulder and chest and kissed all of the fingers on his hands. He had never felt worshipped like this before, and it was a feeling he wanted to remember forever. Bucky wrapped his arms around you – pulling you down to his chest and holding you tightly while thrusting up into you gently.

Easily, he rolled the two of you back over so that he was on top again. Your hands found their way into his hair, and you pulled on it – bringing forth a gorgeous moan from the super soldier. He spread your legs wider and pushed them towards your chest – needing to get deeper and feel more of your warmth. You gasped at the feeling of the head of his cock bulging against your stomach.

“You feel so good, daddy,” you moaned, your back arching off the bed and allowing him to wrap his arm underneath and hold you close to him.

“You feel fucking amazing, mommy,” he praised.

Using those pet names lit something on fire deep within your body. Those titles were more than something to be used in bed. You were actually making him a daddy for a second time, and he was making you a mommy again. You regretted that he wasn’t there for James’ birth, his first birthday, holidays, or any other giant milestones like his first step or word. While it was true that James was still young enough to not remember his dad not being there in the beginning, you knew that Bucky wished he could’ve been there when the three-year-old was a baby, and you imagined the large soldier holding James as a baby many times over the years. There was nothing more you wanted to do than give him that chance.

“Right there, Buck,” you panted – his cock hitting your g-spot over and over again.

“You gonna come on my cock, baby girl?” he breathed against your neck. “Gonna cover me with your honey?” If there was one thing you thought was hotter than anything, it was the way this 106-year-old man could talk dirty to you in a way that turned you on even more.

“So close, daddy,” you moaned – writhing underneath his large frame. He sped up just enough to push you over the edge – watching how your body shook with pleasure as you came all over his cock. Your nails scratched into his back as your eyes screwed shut – his lips being firmly pressed against yours as he let out a loud groan and filled you with his seed.

He kept thrusting – wanting to empty himself completely inside of your womb. The two of you rode out your highs before collapsing and holding each other in a post-orgasmic bliss.

[levi501ackerman]

Steel Heart Chapter 6:

A Cascade of Wine and Water

Hange x Reader Chapter Index Masterlist

Megan's Notes: When I was writing one part I got extremely hungry and made carbonara at 12am. Posted 7/19/2024

Word Count: 5.3k

By the second morning after the vicious mutts, Levi decided he was going to give you tea with crushed sleeping pills. 

The first night—hours after the Marleyan mutts attacked—most of the knights were jolted awake and they rushed out of their tents. Their hearts were beating in their throats looking around the dark forest for a sign of danger, frantically asking each other what was going on. Your screams and ugly wailing sobs attracted them to Levi’s tent, where they discovered Levi shaking your thrashing body. Levi assured the knights not to worry and that you were having a nightmare. For the rest of the first night, they laid in their bed rolls with their hearts hammering each time your cries projected into the forest. 

The knights slept better the following night, Captain Levi was able to recognize when you were having restless dreams. He was able to wake you before your sobs turned into screams which was favorable considering that night you camped near a village just outside of Karanese District. Levi himself had trouble sleeping and it didn’t tire him to hold you as you cried. He stroked your hair and reassured you were safe, feeling sympathetic. 

Levi recognized how you fully trusted and were loyal to Sir Zacharius, but it slightly irked him how much you followed him seeking his company, especially after the Marleyan mutts. 

As the remaining knights and Levi rode into the Karanese District, you kept your eyes peeled. Occasionally, your heart panged at the sight of a shadow imagining it was a threatening person. It practically kept you on edge the entire trip into the city. You held Levi tight, looking around for more mutts or any sign of danger.  

When reaching the outer gate of the Karanese District, an unexpected sense of comfort released the tight knot in your abdomen. Karanese District looked like Shiganshina. The terracotta-colored roofs, a canal running through the city, and one large building being the most distinct of them all. 

“Keep your head down,” Levi told you, and when some civilians were admiring and heckling the knights, you understood Levi’s reasonings.

“Dad come look! There are knights!” Said a voice from a child.

“Hi, Levi!” A woman’s voice called out for him.

“JEAN YOU’RE HOT!”

“Levi Ackerman?! Of the Royal King’s Guard?!”

“What the hell happened in Shiganshina?!”

“Why would a Royal King’s Guard leave the castle?”

“Did you know Levi is one of the jeweled knights?”

“Woah, they all look so intimidating.”

“Who’s with Levi?!”

“Are they here to protect us?”

“Whoever it is, it's clearly someone special!”

“Hi Jean!!”

“I think they’re guarding that person.”

“You guys take care of us when the Marleyan Cult attacks Karanese!”

“It would be an honor if one of you bought my bread!”

“JEAN KIRSTEIN I’LL BE A GOOD HOUSEWIFE!” 

The attention from the townspeople and the sound of the horses’ hooves on the cobblestone were clogging your ears. You couldn’t think straight. The noise was relentless and pressure started building behind your nose. Your chest was aching, then it began to be hard to breathe. It was all too much. 

“Hey, calm down,” Levi turned over his shoulder, his voice soothing. “We’re almost to headquarters. Until then into the nose, out of the mouth.” 

“W-Why are they screaming at us?” 

“Just focus on breathing.”

The building for the Karanese Military Headquarters was much larger in person. The grey stone walls towered above the small surrounding buildings. When entering the yard surrounding the fortress, dozens upon dozens of knights were standing guard. The sound of the grand iron gates closing with a metallic echo startled you. The collective tension was released among the knights, feeling secure behind the gate of the fort. Levi and the knights got off their horses, guiding them and walking closer to the entrance of the headquarters.

“Can you help me again?” You asked, Levi held up his arms. You slid off his horse awkwardly, holding Levi’s shoulders for security. After, Levi gestured for Jean to walk with him. Jean held onto the reins of his new horse, striding forward to Levi. The majestic horse walking with Jean was not his original horse.      

A memory of Jean and Levi conversing after the Marleyan mutts attacked took over your thoughts. You remember the anguished look on Jean’s face when he came to terms with having to put his horse down. Jean’s horse had two legs bitten off along with a crater of exposed muscle, tendon, and blood near the shoulder given by the ferocious hounds. It was sickening to hear the horse’s cries when Jean had to put it out of its misery. Another memory flashed to Jean’s sorrowful face later that evening when telling you he loved his horse named Thunder. It was quiet during that dinner and not only because Levi asked for a moment of silence to honor the four knights that died, but because the knights were exhausted.   

As you trailed behind Levi, you heard him discussing with Jean about the needed supplies. You looked down at the stone ground in an attempt to avoid the eyes of all the guards of the fortress. The clank of the armor, the horses nickering and snorting with each step toward the large entrance attracted the eyes of all nearby. How could the guards of the headquarters not take their eyes off a group of wounded and exhausted knights? When approaching the door, Levi asked for you to take the reins of his horse. He walked ahead meeting a knight in front of the doors. The entire group of knights with their horses stopped before the door, giving you a chance to pet Levi’s beautiful horse.

While you were petting the base of her neck, you felt the heat of the sun on her. You looked into her eyes, giving a small smile, and hoping she knew the extent of your gratitude. Levi’s horse was glancing at you and then she turned her head toward you. She lowered her head to the level of your face while not breaking eye contact and after a moment she blew some air on your face. You took the initiative to pet her jaw enjoying the attention she was giving you. 

“Levi’s horse seems to have bonded with you quickly,” Jean said.

“Levi doesn’t want me to name the horse, but I think I thought of a name for her,” you said looking at her majestic presence. Levi turned from his discussion with the knight.

“Grab any personal items and anything you don’t want left with the horses. Commander Lobov’s guards are going to store our horses in the stables. The kitchen is going to get started on lunch for us, I’ll be in a meeting, and then after they’ll show us to our beds.” An influx of guards started walking toward the horses, carefully taking the horses. Levi walked back toward Jean, you, and his horse. “Connie!” Levi called over and when he approached, “You and Jean are attending the meeting with me.” 

“May I take the horse?” Asked a tall, blonde, and burly knight towering over you. Though you had your hood on, the way he looked at you made you feel uneasy. You ducked your head down, trying to avoid his gaze on your face. You gave him Levi’s horse and then drew closer to Levi, Jean, and Connie.

A guard of the Karanese fortress and Commander Lobov lead everyone through the tall and grand oak doors. The inside was a hive of knights hastily walking to where they were headed. A knight was guiding a young group of people presumably trainees, two knights were walking and discussing the papers they were holding, and another group of knights was pushing a cart of broken weaponry. The guard began splitting off from Commander Lobov leading Levi’s knights to a dining hall. You stayed with Levi, Jean, and Connie seeking their protection. Levi suddenly realized you were trailing behind him.

“You need to eat—”

“I’m staying with you,” You said quietly.

“Princess, this is a military base it’s one of the safest places in the district. Did you see all those guards outside? Do you see all these knights just in this room alone? The minute there is a threat all of them are prepared to fight. Do not worry, you are safe here,” Levi assured. You looked at Jean and Connie and then Commander Lobov spoke up from behind them.

“Captain, we can arrange for lunch to be brought to our meeting. It’s not a problem.” He said in a friendly manner. You looked at Levi with pleading eyes, you were determined to go with him. 

“Fine let’s go.” Levi started walking down the hall to Commander Lobov’s side. A pang of embarrassment sprung inside, Levi seemed annoyed with you. You tried to remind yourself he just doesn’t smile a lot and paired with his bluntness he creates a standoff demeanor. He’s not mad at me. 

“Do you think Levi’s mad at me?” You whispered to Connie.

“No, Princess Y/N, you don’t have to worry.”

Eventually, you entered a large room with a long dark oak table in the center, the walls were lined with bookshelves, and one wall had windows reaching the high ceiling. Under the table was a large light purple rug, and hanging from the high ceiling was a crystal chandelier. The extravagant room distracted you from Commander Lobov, shutting the door and respecting you by kneeling. 

“Your Highness,” He said with a fist over his heart. “Welcome to the Karanese District Military Headquarters, Knight Commander Lobov at your service. I hope you feel safe and comfortable while you are here.” Commander Lobov said genuinely and then he softly took your right hand and kissed it. 

“Thank you, I like this room a lot.” Commander Lobov roared with laughter, standing up. He glanced at Levi.

“So it’s true. You did go into hiding when you were young.” He said with a big smile on his face.

“Oh. Yeah, I guess I did. The women who raised me kept me safe and I miss them. I don’t even know if they’re alive. I didn’t know I was being hidden from a cult until a few weeks ago . . .” Commander Lobov’s eyes lingered on your gloomy face.

“Where were you raised? Orvud? Dauper village? Shiganshina? Yarckel?” You nodded, with your eyes becoming glossy.

“Shiganshina . . . it was destroyed by the cult.” Your chest started heaving and your eyes met with Levi’s pleading for comfort. 

“Princess, let's sit down.” Lobov guided you to one of the seats next at the large table. Jean and Connie started to pull out the oak chairs, but when you noticed Levi was sitting next to Jean you decided to get up and sit in what was going to be Jean’s seat. He was stunned into confusion, at you taking his chair to sit next to Levi. 

“I’ll just sit over here . . .” Connie laughed at Jean losing his chair. 

“So Levi and his scouts took you from Shiganshina? Were you The First Knight?” Commander Lobov asked you and Levi as he got situated across the table. 

“Miche Zacharius was rotated into The First Knight position a couple years ago. He was expected to be the last until the Princess’ twenty-fifth birthday. Obviously, the operation was scrambled together when the cult attacked Shiganshina a few weeks ago. That’s why we need your help, Commander.” Commander Lobov leaned forward, his eyes fixed on Levi and understanding the gravity of his request. 

“How can I help?”

“First, I need information. Erwin Smith, Commander of the Royal King’s Guard, has been here?” 

“No. I have not heard of him being here and I have not received a message of his arrival. Honestly, even seeing you outside of Mitras Castle is surprising, Captain Levi.”

“Dame Hange Zoe? Have they passed through in the past two weeks?”

“No. Again, nothing.” Levi sighed with no attempt to hide his frustration with the situation he was in with his comrades.

“I haven’t heard from Dame Hange in a while. No messengers from them and I am unaware if my messengers have reached Hange. I’m concerned . . . we were supposed to meet in Trost, but I received a message from Erwin that a ward of the Marleyan Cult had taken Trost. Not only that, we came across Commander Flagon’s camp. No survivors and his sword is missing.”

“Don’t tell me—”

“Yes . . . a jeweled sword.” Commander Lobov cursed under his breath and then he hit the table with his fist. A knock was heard on the door behind you and then a voice called they had the food for the knights. A tall, handsome man with blonde hair and brown eyes was pushing a two-tier serving cart. The cart had six plates with steel dish lids, extra plates, a large carafe of water, bottled wine, silverware, and cups. He pushed the cart to Commander Lobov’s side. Then he stood proudly in his traditional white double-breasted chef jacket and pants, looking friendly with a hint of shyness.

“Good afternoon, Princess Y/N, Captain Levi and may I please hear your names . . . ?”

“Connie Springer.”

“Jean Kirstein.” The handsome man smiled. 

“Welcome Connie and Jean. Welcome Captain Levi and your Highness to Karanese Headquarters. I am Niccolo, one of the main chefs and also a Knight of the Scout Regiment. I would like to share with you my favorite comfort foods.” Niccolo turned to his cart, he brought out four placemats, their simplicity was elegant. There was a purple border along the white rectangle, you realized it was the same shade of light purple that matched the carpet underneath the table. Then Niccolo placed small empty plates and silverware on your placemats, and one plate with a steel cover in front of you. “As the kitchen has an influx of potatoes and it is my favorite vegetable. This appetizer is my garlic potato skins with cheese garnished with parsley.” He lifted the cover and the delicious garlic scent filled your nostrils.

“Woah,” you whispered and your mouth watered. Connie and Jean were frothing with desire. 

“Thank you, your Highness. Have you had this before?”

“Not potatoes like this.” You all grabbed a piece desperate for warm food. The knights at the camp were running out of food and meal rations were very small. This was your first meal of the day. 

“Would you like water or wine?” Niccolo asked setting cups in front of Jean and Connie. You heard of wine once, but never tried it. You thought you recalled Fairy Godmother Ymir saying she needed wine when Fair Godmother Christa annoyed her. 

“I’ll take wine,” Connie said.

“Wine thank you,” Jean said.

“What’s wine?” You whispered to Levi, who was staring intently at Niccolo waiting for your answer. 

“A type of alcohol. We’ll have water.” Levi said firmly to Niccolo. 

“Is there a reason why I can’t try some?”

“Because I said so.”

“Okay sorry, Levi.” While Niccolo poured your drinks. You bit into the warm potato, the food brought pleasure to your mouth and you quickly devoured the potato skin. Jean and Connie devoured the potato as well while Levi was cutting it with a fork and knife. 

“For the main meal,” Niccolo took the empty plates except for Levi’s and placed the four large plates with a dish cover on top in front of everyone. “I made my favorite comfort meal I enjoy eating when I am sick or had a long day. It is mushroom risotto garnished with breadcrumbs and parsley—hot from the kitchen. “Please enjoy.” When you lifted the lid the golden risotto and sautéed mushrooms smelled delightful. You carefully took a spoonful of the rice and the sensation of heat along with the buttery, garlic hint of flavor was satisfying. You scooped more into your mouth.

“Niccolo, sir, this is absolutely wonderful! I’ve never had risotto before!” You said and a large teeth-showing smile grew on his face and a tint of pink on his cheeks. 

“Your Highness, it means so much to me, that you enjoy my dish!” 

“This really is delicious,” Jean added.

“Thank you so much!” Niccolo said and you took a sip of water. The cool sensation went down your throat, pooled at your chest, and then spread. You realized how dehydrated you were once you emptied your glass. “More water?” Niccolo held the carafe and then poured more water into your glass. You glanced over at Levi and even he was enjoying the risotto dish, nearly finishing it. 

“Do you think it’s good, Levi?” You softly asked. 

“Wonderful.”

“Thank you, Captain!” Niccolo said and then he placed the last covered dish in front of you preparing to speak. “This is one of my favorite desserts, I make it every time I finish it. It’s a simple chocolate cake and I enjoy having slices of strawberries paired with it.” Niccolo lifted the lid to see four sliced pieces of chocolate cake, on the top and along the side were a generous amount of sliced strawberries. Niccolo placed clean, tiny plates next to the risotto plate and then began to to transfer a slice to each plate. 

“The strawberries are perfect!” Connie said, taking more bites. The anticipation was killing you for when Niccolo was going to put a slice on your plate. Jean took a bite of his cake and moaned. 

“Really good! You’re right the ripe strawberries with the chocolate are wonderful!” Jean said. You grew antsy, holding your fork and ready to dig in. Niccolo placed the slice in front of you and you used your fork to cut a piece of the cake, making sure to get a slice of strawberry on your fork. The combination of strawberries and chocolate was wonderful. It was sweet and satisfying.

“No thank you, I am full,” Levi said holding a hand up. You gasped excitedly.

“Levi can we have your slice?!” You asked grasping Levi’s arm, he pulled away and you swore you saw a slight smile.

“Knock yourselves out.”

“Thank you, Captain!!” Connie said. 

“ALRIGHT! More cake!” Jean said.

“Thanks!!” 

“You kids turn my hair grey,” Levi said under his breath. Niccolo divided the remaining slice and then put it on the plates.

“This dessert is delicious!” Jean said.

“I am glad you enjoyed this meal, it was an honor to serve you all the food. This morning we got two full cows and currently the kitchen is working on dividing the meat and already working on tonight’s dinner. There will be the options of T bone steak, rib eye steak, there will be chuck roast, and braised beef short ribs, and all the cuts of beef you like we’ll be serving over the next few days. Like I said earlier we have an influx potatoes, so we will have the option of roasted or mashed potatoes along with gravy. Your Highness, I highly recommend the braised beef short rib.” Niccolo said with a smile back on his face. 

“Thank you, Niccolo, I’ll try it.” As Niccolo started gathering the plates, Jean, Connie, and Levi were also thanking Niccolo for the meal.

“Let’s get back to business,” Levi said to Commander Lobov who leaned forward in his chair returning to listen to Levi intently. “The other day a ward of the Marleyan Cult attacked my men with mutts. We lost four men and two horses. Six men received stitches, but I want the medics here to relook at the stitches and redo them if needed. We did a light evaluation of our horses, but I want your horse wrangler to do a full health examination. We need help with food, there’s practically nothing left. I would like at least three knights from headquarters but two is generous . . .” Commander Lobov nodded at Levi.

“Three men, food, and health evaluations for your men and the horses, right away Captain.” Commander Lobov extended his hand to Levi and they shook firmly. 

Later when the knight was showing you your room, you felt stressed when you saw the one bed in yours. You plead with Levi who rolled his eyes when you requested to sleep in the same room. He gave in. Levi's and your's room was at the very end of the corridor, the one room next to it had Jean, Connie, and two other knights. 

You stayed by Levi’s side when Commander Lobov was introducing the three knights to Levi. One you recognize from earlier in the day, the big burly blonde knight who took Levi’s horse for you. He looked like he could knock out someone with one punch. He along with the other knights introduced themselves, kneeling and saluting for you. He was the last to introduce himself to you and Levi.

“Your Highness,” His husky voice started, “I’m Reiner Braun a Knight of the Scout Regiment. I will protect and ensure you will live to fulfill your duty.” Then he kissed your hand with some of his facial hair tickling you.

“Gentlemen, we head to Stohess the morning after tomorrow. Be ready for any moment we need to leave suddenly. ” Levi said and Reiner’s eyes stayed on yours longer than necessary. You along with Levi walked outside of the door of the room to see Chef Niccolo. 

“Commander Lobov, Captain Levi. Princess Y/N,” Niccolo saluted with a fist over his heart. “Let me join your squad. I guarantee I will be an asset as I have experience cooking on the field.” You imagined Niccolo cooking the mushroom dish from earlier and were convinced. Levi looked skeptically at the man pridefully saluting.

“Niccolo, your persistence is admirable, however, you are an asset in the kitchen.” Commander Lobov said. 

“Please sir,” there was an unexpected plea in his voice. “It would be an honor to escort the Princess to Mitras Castle.”

“No. That’s final.”

“Commander. Captain. If another knight is needed I’ll be ready to leave, sir!” Niccolo’s left leg was trembling . . .

The end of the day was greeted by rain. Dark clouds floated above Karanese District, pouring rain onto the town. The thunder and lightning were approaching from the distance, getting louder. During dinner, you had the braised beef short ribs. Niccolo’s recommendation was delicious, the beef was tender and practically falling off the bone. It’s been a while since you had consistent meals, especially with a large piece of protein.

You sat next to Levi who was discussing with some of his men the key points for the journey to Stohess District. The main plan was to stay along the river and the camping spots were set up in a way where there would be no nights staying in the city. Only a day of getting supplies then continuing onwards to camp somewhere inside Wall Sina. Levi decided that meeting with Commander Erwin and Dame Hange was a loss and that he was going to try to push to reach Mitras Castle as soon as possible.  

There was an unsettling feeling in the air while through the halls. You followed Levi, Jean, and Connie back to the rooms. Each crack of the thunder made your shoulders jump, the loud sound startled you. Jean and Connie stayed in your room talking with Captain Levi. The sounds of the rain on the window made satisfying tapping noises that made you feel tingly and relaxed. Your eyes were droopy and heavy. Their voices were fading away. 

Something woke you in the night. It was dark and the moonlight was shining through the window. You turned over to see Levi’s bed empty. Your eyebrows furrowed and you slowly started to pull the blankets off of yourself, contemplating leaving the room to search for Levi. Hopefully, he was in Jean and Connie’s room next door. Perhaps he left so you could sleep in a quiet room? 

The rain was pounding against the window. The view from your room showed a quiet wet night. The streets of Karanese District were lit by lamps, just like how it was in Shiganshina. There was barely any movement. In the distance, you could see the inner gate. You could see the tiny figures that were knights guarding the activity of the gate. There seemed to be a group of knights on horses entering the inner gate, riding through the rain, thunder, and lightning. 

The creaking sound of the door slowly opening, made you whip your head around to see Jean in the doorway. He rushed in, closing the door behind softly. 

“Princess, are you okay?” Jean with a sense of urgency in his voice.

“Y-Yes. I just woke up where’s Levi?” You asked and then Jean marched to you then knelt unexpectedly in front of you, he held your arms and looked into your eyes. Your heart skipped a beat, with a foreboding feeling that Jean was not going to tell you good news. 

“Princess I do not want to scare you,” Jean’s eyes were sharp, and alert along with a hint of fear. A loud crack of thunder made your heart bulge from your chest. “You need to listen . . . Levi found Commander Lobov murdered in his office. He knows the traitor is in the headquarters.” Your heart sank, thinking of the man who was helping Levi’s knights was murdered. He was the leader of the headquarters, the man in charge of everything and he was murdered . . . Your eyes widened and your hands started trembling. 

“Is Levi next?! Is he alive?! Where is he?!” You thought of Levi’s throat getting slashed by some evil person, his body hidden in some closet. Another scenario your imagination played was a group of awful men ganging up on Levi and though he put up a tough fight, he in the end gets murdered. Your breath labored, coming in short, rapid gasps at the thought of Levi getting kicked and beaten to death. 

“Princess, Levi is alive, he’s going to meet us soon.”

“THEN WHERE IS HE?!” You flung yourself on Jean wrapping your arms around his next, choking out sobs. Your chest was heaving and Jean wrapped his arms around you and then he stood up.

“I said he’s going to meet us soon, so calm down! Please your Highness where’s your cloak?” Jean asked looking around the dark room. Then he grabbed your cloak off the floor. “Put this on and then we’re going to meet Levi!” With your cloak on you followed Jean out of the room. It suddenly felt slightly warmer. You clung to Jean as he took you down the hallway. In the distance, you could hear men yelling instinctively. There was a bright light at the end of the hall. Doors to the rooms where the knights slept were opened, showing their empty rooms. Jean guided you to the end of the hall, both your eyes grew at the sight, feeling heat on your skin. 

You looked over the railing looking five floors down and seeing the ground flooring. One wall on the ground floor was busted open, with a hot fire burning. Several knights were fighting the fire while some knights were rushing out of the door. You saw through the railings on the other floors the haste movement of knights rushing to evacuate.    

“What’s happening?! Is the fire because of the lightning?!” Your voice quivered.

“Stay by me, we’ll meet with Levi and get somewhere safe,” Jean assured and he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. There was a loud boom and the building shook. Dirt and dust fell from the ceiling. Jean and you stumbled on your feet and then you both grabbed the railing. 

“What was that?! Was that a bomb?!” You sobbed remembering the sounds of the explosions during the night you escaped Shiganshina. 

“Shit! Let’s move!” Jean pulled you toward the stairs. You both ran down the stairs and the closer you got to the ground floor the more packed the area was with knights. Some were pushing and shoving making the situation worse. A knight ran into Jean knocking him from you, you tried to hold your grasp on his arm, but he was shoved away from you.

“Jean!” You shrieked. More knights were shoving Jean forward, the clones of steel armor making it hard to differentiate in the chaos. “JEAN!” You screamed, running forward, pushing, and hitting armor. You did your best to push through the knights, urging your body toward Jean. 

“Y/N!” Another voice yelled and then an arm pulled you through the wave of the knights, suddenly you were against a wall with Connie and Jean.

“Jean are you okay?!”

“There are stairs on the west side of the headquarters with less human traffic!” Connie started leading you and Jean toward the west side. Knights pushed against you, Connie and Jean heading in the opposite direction of you. You held Jean’s arm and Connie’s hand through the force of knights. The smell of smoke was starting to get stronger almost making you cough. 

“CONNIE!” Down a corridor was Levi waving his hand. The three of you changed directions going down a north corridor. Levi and more knights you recognized from his camp were in the corridor. 

“LEVI!” You screamed. When Connie, Jean, and you got closer to the group you hugged Levi feeling relieved he was alive. “I thought you were going to die!” You said frantically.

“Calm down Princess! Into the nose, out through the mouth!” Levi said and you nodded. Then Levi turned to his men. “We need to get to our horses! Get to the first meeting point! The church in the village passed the inner gate!” Your head was spinning there was too much going on and your adrenaline was pumping. Your breathing was getting better but there was so much going on it was hard to process where you were in the headquarters. “Listen, I don’t know if a ward of Marleyans followed us or if this is an ambush, however, there is a group outside and they know the Princess is in here. Protect Y/N at all costs! Lay down your lives!”

A sudden rumbling and a loud boom shook the building once again. You lost your balance and a wind of dust blinded you. You shut your eyes and plugged your ears. But it didn’t muffle the yelling and the sound of the building collapsing. Levi’s arm pulled you back and you were pulled onto the ground.

You started feeling drips of water on your face and you opened your eyes and saw the floor covered with dots of water. Your eyebrows furrowed and then you glanced upwards to see a chunk of the building opened up to the stormy sky. Thunder boomed through the headquarters loudly, and your heart jolted. The ground in front of you was . . . gone? The floor of the corridor . . . was gone? Your breath was shaky as you realized your boots were nearly hanging off the hole in the floor. You turned to Levi only to notice the knight that pulled you back wasn’t Levi. The knight wasn’t Jean or Connie. It was one of the other knights. With your heart thumping in your chest, you got on all fours. Crawling toward the hole in the ground. You coughed as you kept breathing in dust and the faint smell of smoke. You whimpered as you crawled and carefully looked down. The debris of the building went through all the floors landing on the ground floor. Stones were crushing knights, you saw a pile of rubble with limbs sticking out and bodies lying lifeless on the rubble and around it. Among the bodies on the rubble were Levi, Jean, and Connie’s. 

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This is love I just can’t live without Ch. 2

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x f!Kazansky!reader (affectionately often called “Baby Ice”)

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Chapter summary: Bradley hasn’t been okay since his girl left. Turns out he isn’t okay yet now that she’s back either.

Ch. 2 “Bit off more than you could chew” Bradley

Trigger warnings for chapter: none

AN: I’m not sure if every other chapter I’m going to be switching POV’s but we’ll see how it goes!

“Saw your girl’s made it back home safe and sound. Must be feeling pretty good,” Hangman said loudly as he hopped over the back of the couch and landed next to Bradley, resting his arms on the back of the couch. “Saw her car in Ice’s driveway.”

Bradley huffed and shifted his body away from Hangman’s as he continued to play on his phone trying to get the other man to leave him alone, “Not my girl. Hasn’t been for a long time.”

Hangman laughed as he kicked a foot up on the coffee table in front of the couch, “Right, right. Not your girl. Course not. So, she’s free game, right? Cause she was wearin’ these little short shorts and mmm mmm was she lookin hot in them. Might hit her up.”

Bradley jumped up, dropping his phone on the floor in the process, then grabbed Hangman by his shirt collar and hefts the other man up, balling his other hand into a fist and holding it up near his ear, ready to strike, “If you touch her, I swear to God, I will not hesitate to bash your face in. Don’t toy with me, man.”

Hangman laughs while he holds his hands up in surrender, “Woah woah, slow your roll there, Rooster buddy. I don’t want your girl. Promise. Cross my heart and everything.” He winked at Bradley and continued, “Just wanted to get a rise out of you to prove a point and like normal you fell for it: hook, line, and sinker. So predictable, Bradshaw. Gonna need you to spice it up for me. You know how daddy likes to spice things up now and again.” Hangman winks at Bradley.

Bradley scowls and shoves at Hangman’s chest, dropping himself back down onto the couch. He grabs his phone from where it clattered to the floor and settles himself back in to try and ignore Hangman again. He doesn’t want to have this conversation. He should have stayed in his room. Stayed far away from everyone else today. Bradley knew she was coming back today, practically felt the air shift when she got into town.

Mav texted him when she got to her dad’s house, wanting to give Bradley a heads up. He appreciated that, he did he really did, but who wants to be reminded that, after being away from each other for so long, the love of their life is not only just five minutes away but five minutes away and doesn’t want anything to do with you? Five minutes away and hasn’t spoken to you in five years. Five minutes away and the last time you saw them, they were sobbing and running away from you.

Fuck. He hated seeing his girl cry. And the fact that it was his fault? He should have asked Ice to kick his ass. He deserved it. He should have asked Slider. He’s pretty sure Slider would still kick his ass now, five years later. Ever since she left, Slider’s taken it out on Bradley every chance he gets. Slider still shoulder checks him every time they pass each other. Bradley always let’s him, one because what’s he gonna do? Take on a club officer? He’s dumb but he’s not that dumb. And two he deserves it. Still. He always will. He deserves this and so much more. It’s all his fault, after all.

Bradley can hear Hangman chuckle and feels the couch shift as Hangman plops his body back down on the couch next to Bradley. God, can’t this man take a hint? He refuses to look over at Hangman. No acknowledgment whatsoever. It’s not like he doesn’t know the man has that stupid self satisfied grin plastered on his face, like always. Bastard. Worst choice for a best friend and yet here they were. Bradley should have chosen better, Bradley DID choose better but he ruined that.

Well he didn’t really get a choice who his first best friend was. As soon as Ice’s wife gave birth, Bradley and baby ice were immediately shoved together. His dad had been part of the club before he passed and Bradley was the only other baby another member of the club had at the time so when his girl was born the playdates started immediately. They grew up around each other. Always around each other. His mother best friends with hers. Even once his father passed Bradley still spent a lot of time at the club, the other members stepped up to help his mother raise him, someone always ready to help her with anything she needed, of course then Mav took on his duty as Godfather to step up as Bradley’s father figure more permanently and so there was no lull in Bradley’s life where he wasn’t with his girl and the club.

Bradley can’t think of a childhood memory where she wasn’t right by his side. Everyone would tease them when they were little about how cute they were going to be when they get married, causing him and his girl to make various “eww” and gagging noises because they were never going to get married to each other. That’s gross! They were best friends!

Until one day it wasn’t as gross of an idea anymore. When holding hands stopped being about safety and started being so they could stay close to each other. When goodbyes stopped being a wave and started being bashful hugs. Their mothers caught on quickly, letting the two go on “dates” together. Going to the movies or the arcade together, always with an adult close by. The dads took longer but oh when they found out, all hell broke loose.

He can still remember Ice telling his mom, “Carole, I swear I just want to talk to him. I’m not gonna do anything. Promise!”

Her mother immediately stepping in, “Thomas, if you don’t leave that little boy alone you’re sleeping on the couch.”

“I don’t wanna sleep on the couch.”

“Didn’t ask. Leave him alone.”

And with a huff her father left him alone, if not only to make sure he didn’t have to sleep on the couch. Plus, his wife made sure to point out that if their daughter wasn’t dating Bradley it would be some other boy that he couldn’t keep an eye on. That shut Ice up pretty quickly.

At a young age Mav started having talks with him. About respectfulness. About appropriateness. About consent. About keeping it in his pants (he hadn’t even been thinking of that yet but Mav wanted to make sure to set the groundwork). About the fact that they were being watched like hawks at any given time by a number of large bikers so he needed to watch himself.

Bradley understood. These were the men who had helped raise him after all. They were his role models.

They probably felt like it was a slap in the face when he broke his girl’s heart. He never talked to anyone about what happened except Mav. Not even his mom. She’s asked him a couple times but he just deflects the questions. Bradley’s not even sure what his mom knows about it, if she knows anything at all. Maybe just what his girl’s mom told her from her point of view. Which he is absolutely fine with. The world can think he’s an asshole. He’s can live with that.

Bradley’s torn from his thoughts when Coyote drops down into the recliner next to the couch, “Who peed in your cheerios this morning, Rooster?”

Hangman laughs and throws an arm over Bradley’s shoulders, “Our boy is just sad his wife is home but doesn’t want to play with him.”

Coyote eyes Bradley, “Didn’t know you were married, Rooster. I guess some congratulations are in order. Sorry I missed the wedding.”

Bradley grits his teeth, “She’s not my wife.”

“Have you never heard about our dear, sweet Rooster’s wife, Coyote?” Hangman grinned and took his arm off the back of the couch. He leaned forward, closer to Coyote, “Our very own Rooster here was the only one to ever catch the eye of Baby Ice. Their story is heart breaking. Truly. You’ll laugh. You’ll cry. You’ll wonder how Ice didn’t murder Rooster in his sleep.”

Bradley shoves at Hangman again, “Leave it alone. We’re done. What happened, happened and we’ve both moved on with our lives so stop talking about it.”

They’ve both moved on. Bradley’s girl has a whole life far away from him now. A job. Friends. Maybe a boyfriend. That thought makes Bradley clench his jaw. She should have a boyfriend. Someone who can treat her right. Someone who will put her above everything else. He wants her to be loved, but why does the thought make him want to throw up? Who is he kidding. He knows why. She’s his girl. Always has been. Always will be. He’s just going to have to remind her and step up. He’s had years to think about his mistakes. He knows what not to do, now he just has to do what he should have back then.

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"Is that—? Are those Pokémon cards?!"

I'm holding hands with Sophia, wandering down the highway, when Carl suddenly runs ahead of us. He presses his hands and his face against a random car window with a painful clunk sound, but he continues grinning wide, from ear to ear. Me and Sophia catch up and stand on our tip-toes on either side of him, peering inside. They're both four years older than me, and taller, so I have to hop a little to see what they're seein', like a little piece of popcorn, but wow — He's right! There they are!

A book filled with Pokémon cards, tossed open on the back seat.

They shimmer rainbow-colors under a honeyed beam of sunlight, like little gems.

"Woah!" I exclaim, pointing at the magical display. "They're all rare, too! Look!"

Carl squeals, "That one's a GX card!"

T-Dog chooses this moment to stroll past us, muttering, little nerds, under a small smile.

We continue ogling at the cards.

"How do we get in?" I ask, tugging on the locked door.

Sophia hums contemplatively, looking around. She spots something. "Hey," She points, "There's a sun-roof!"

Ooooooh.

"Good idea."

"It'll open, right?" Carl grins at us. "We can climb in!"

Sophia asks, "Who's gonna do it?"

"Harley, you're smallest." He says, turning to me. "I think you should do it."

"Yeah." Sophia nods.

They stare at me expectantly, with big eyes, like puppies.

"I don't got a choice, do I?"

Sophia giggles. "Nope! Get in there!"

I start walking to the front of the car.

"And if you find a Bulbasaur, I call dibs!" Carl adds.

Rolling my eyes, I clamber up onto the hood of the car. The hot metal reflects the bright ball of the sun back into my face like a little laser-beam, and I avoid touchin' it for too long 'cause it burns. Carefully, I balance one foot in front of the other all the way up the windshield. I crawl over it, onto the roof. I stand up on wobbly legs, excited. Sophia and Carl cheer from down below. I take in the miniature trees sitting on the horizon, and the cooling breeze, and then I slide the glass panel back and scoot myself over the sun-warmed edge.

I land with a soft plunk on the glove compartment.

I duck down. I scoop up the giant booklet of Ultra Rare Pokémon cards with some effort. It's real heavy.

"Yes." I celebrate to myself.

One of 'em is a Lugia card. He's one of my favorites, 'cause he's real big and strong. I decide to pull the card out its sleeve and stuff it for safe-keeping in my jean-short pocket to look at later. I see Eevee, too. I bet Sophia will love that one.

I hear a dry hiss. Looking up, I realize there's a walker buckled into the driver's seat. 

Time to get out, I reckon.

I chuck the folder onto the roof and climb back out, sliding the sun-roof closed behind me.

"Guys, I got it." I pant lightly as I sit down. "I got it!"

I did it.

"Guys?"

What's bizarre about this next moment is that they don't answer me.

My ears start ringing.

"Guys?"

They're gone.

I look out across the scattered highway, struck by the sudden silence. I have a good view from up here and yet all I can see are cars and tarmac and trees. There's no Carl or Sophia. There's no Dad, or Shane, or Rick. There's no Jacqui, or Carol, or Lori. There's no man-made ambience, no movement, no nothing. The forest rustles plainly on either side of the highway as if it's swallowed everybody up.

The whole group has disappeared.

"Sophia?"

Nothing.

"Carl?"

Nothing.

"Dad?"

And again, nothing.

For a horrifying moment, I think I've been left behind. It don't make no sense, 'cause I know they'd never leave without me, but I'm scared, and it don't gotta make sense. Freshly panicked, I lean over the roof and peer down the aisle of cars, searching, searching, searching, praying, praying, praying. People don't just vanish outta thin air. What the Hell is goin' on? Where did everyone go so quickly?

This is when I spot Glenn, just by chance, crouched behind a distant car.

Wait, no, he's hiding behind it.

What's he doing?

Then I spot Carl and Sophia, and then Lori and Jacqui, and Rick, and my Dad, too, all huddled underneath different cars.

Oh, that's where they were. They were hiding?

Is that what's happening? Everyone's... playing hide and seek?

"What're you doin'?" I whisper-shout.

Glenn pops his head out. He spots me right away. When he sees where I am, his eyes widen. I start to stand back up again, wanting to go over to him, but he frantically gestures for me to get down. Is this—? Is this part of the game? Confused, I kneel back down, but he keeps waving his hand, get down, get down, so I guess I have to keep going. I slide onto my stomach. My chin rests against the roof. He nods. This is good. I stay like this. I watch as he glances from me, to behind me, from me, to behind me. He rocks nervously, clenching and unclenching his fists.

Sophia cups both her hands over her mouth, her eyes shining with tears. Carl trembles, crying. Rick breathes heavily.

What is goin' on?

They're all looking behind me.

I follow the direction of everybody's panic, craning my neck to look over my shoulder.

My skin drains all at once when I see it.

It's the herd.

It moves up the highway in a mingling throb of decaying bodies. I try to count, but— but I can't. I go up by twos until I hit fifty — Fifty. That's three classrooms worth of people — and this is when I realize something far worse is happening than what I was imagining.

I face forward again, suddenly matching everybody's sweaty, papery complexion — suddenly understanding.

They are playing hide and seek.

But just not with each other.

The herd continues its slow decent upon us, groaning together as one.

We make ourselves as still as possible.

One by one after Glenn, the rest of the group spot me, and one by one, they all go pale. I know why. Oh God, I know why. This is the worst place to be. If I was under a car like they are, the herd might be able to sniff me out, but at least they wouldn't be able to see me. Up here, I'm on full display. I'm on eye-level. I'm on nose-level. I have absolutely no protection on any of my sides. I'm basically a prime steak in a butcher's display window, singing, come here, eat me first. 

I am in so much danger right now.

The group realize this and immediately start trying to help me.

They gesture and mouth different things to me, unable to move from their spots. Rick and Lori are wildly waving, come here, come here right now. Should I? My Dad and Shane, they're waving just as wildly, do not come here, stay right there. I try very hard not to cry. I have about three seconds to decide what to do before the herd reaches us. Half of the group are nodding and half of them are shaking their heads.

I end up freezing. I don't know what to do.

Live or die.

Stay or climb down.

I— I don't know which one is live and which one is die!

Carl and Sophia cry even harder, shushed and coddled by their terrified mothers.

Three.

My Dad makes a sawing motion over his neck, mouthing furiously, do not move.

Two.

Rick flicks his fingers, mouthing urgently, come here, honey.

One.

Thunk, thunk, thunk.

They've reached the car.

The three seconds are up.

Everybody is forced to retreat further into their hidey holes. I lay my head down, plastering myself against the metal. I see Rick soundlessly growl to himself in frustration, and my Dad watching on in bated, controlled horror as the herd begins to seamlessly merge with us.

The first walker is a skinny lady with teeth-colored eyeballs, leaking clear gunk down her rotten cheeks. She bites at the air, twitching her face in my direction. I watch as she recognises a whiff of my scent on the breeze, tastes it with her open mouth, and then croaking dryly, decides to continue lumbering past. I'm relieved, but not for long. This is only one win. It has to happen at least forty-nine more times, and we all know the chances of that are grim. One of them is going to find me. There's just no way they won't.

Thunk, thunk, thunk.

The walkers palm their way down the car, ambling by in hungry clusters.

From underneath me, inside the car, there's another thunk, thunk, thunk-ing.

I glance through the sun-roof. 

The driver's managed to wiggle himself outta his seat-belt. He paws at the glass, tickling my belly through it.

I make an awful squeak noise.

I slap my hand over my mouth.

Terrified, I watch as the closest walkers swivel their heads in my direction. They break off and begin to shuffle their way over to me, oh God, against the flow of the herd. I can do nothing but squirm a few inches away as they bunch up along the left side of the car, feeling it out. They bulge their eyes wide open, desperate to see what made the sound. Their chipped and wrinkly fingers slither their way onto the roof. Oh, no. They pad around, bumping into the Pokémon folder. It gets knocked close to the edge, ready to fall.

On reflex, I smack my hand down onto it.

In my peripheral, I can see Rick, Shane, and my Dad all watching, all itching to help me.

One gray hand and two blistered, yellow ones curl around the book, pulling on it. I pinch the corner of the cover, the only thing I can really reach now, and I try pulling it back. Thunk, thunk, thunk. As I contort myself, my shirt raises above my belly-button.

I hear someone hiss in pain nearby.

I almost let the book slip but catch it at the last second. 

Straining, I look up, worried. Through the mess of necks and arms and ankles, I glimpse T-Dog, clutching his bleeding hand.

Oh, God. Is he okay?

Fingers prod at my bare belly.

I almost burst a lung trying to repress my scream, but it works. I don't scream. I moan uncomfortably as the driver pokes and swipes his finger pads against my skin, through a crack in the sun-roof. I arch away from him, and away from the herd. Inevitably — Away from the book, too. The corner of it slips from my fingers, and I have exactly half a second to process the feeling of my stomach dropping like a sack of bricks, right before the entire folder careens over the edge. Splat. I hear every last crinkly, plastic page hit the ground.

And so do the herd.

Like one big choir, they groan with delight, turning in my direction.

Carol tucks Sophia's face into her neck as she cries.

Carl hides his face in his arms.

I wish I could tell them that this isn't their fault. I wanted the cards, too.

Suddenly, the small crowd of walkers becomes a big one, and then an even bigger one. They lump in together until there's at least twenty of 'em groping at me, rocking the car underneath me, growling and snarling and spitting and gnashing ferally. I scuttle backwards, but they're on the other side now, too. They're smacking the trunk. They're leaning over the hood. Their forearms stretch out over the roof from every side, and I'm forced to stand, now, my feet corralled into the tiny square of the sun-roof. The driver licks at my shoes. I can't even jump off. I'm surrounded.

I look up, panicked.

Immediately, I see that Rick has been stalking toward me under the cover of nearby cars. He's reached T-Dog, half-way to where I am. He's helping wrap a scrap of cloth around his bleeding palm, glancing at me nervously. A walker brushes past them both.

My Dad, he's been movin' closer, too. He cranks a bolt into the string off his crossbow, kneeling in the crevice of an open car door.

Shane drives his knife into the soft nape of a walker, laying it down onto the tarmac after, creeping forward.

They look vaguely synchronized, as if they've made a plan and are executing it.

Whatever it is, I sure hope it works.

The car rocks harshly, like a mechanical bull.

I nearly lose my footing.

Fwip!

Thump!

A walker slumps onto the hood, an arrow sticking up through its scalp.

Fwip!

Another walker on the hood is shot.

The main crowd of walkers grope at my ankles.

Why's he not shootin' these ones?

I point down at them, pleading silently, please, Dad, 'cause these ones are closer to biting me.

Fwip!

He chooses to shoot another hood-walker, instead.

Rick silently approaches, just a few feet away. He gently smacks a car door, emitting quiet clap-clap-clap sounds. Some of the walkers all sprawled across the hood turn their attention away from me and onto him. This is where I start to piece together what they're doing. They're targeting the walkers on the hood to clear me a path, so I can— I can what? Run? Rick stabs the closest walker through the eye socket, gesturing once more for me to climb down. I glance at my Dad, and this time, he's gesturing the same thing, and so is Shane, who sneaks closer and downs another one of the hood-walkers.

He and Rick are pushed back. They continue smacking cars and drawing 'em away.

Fwip!

The last walker on the hood is silenced.

"Run!" My Dad suddenly whisper-shouts, pointing frantically at the woods.

Wh—?

Run?

Is that the plan?

Rick whispers what I think is, "We'll find you!"

"Go!" Shane hisses.

It is the plan.

They've given me an opportunity to run.

I did it at the quarry. 

I can do it again.

This is how I end up sliding down the windshield, leaping over the guard-rails, and sprinting for my life across a grassy field, headed for a dark forest filled with even more walkers. This is crazy, this is crazy, I chant in my head, dodging a walker that lunges for me. I duck, trip; pick myself back up, covered in grass and dirt. I barrel toward the forest. The sun beams overhead. Behind me, I hear the herd growling, breaking off into little chunks that stumble after me down the hill. I swerve around one, two, and oh God, three more pairs of walker-hands. My brow drips with sweat.

I am running away from everything I know.

I don't have a choice.

The shadowed thicket swallows me whole, and I just keep running, running, running, over rocks and logs and ditches and walkers.

Everything is a blur of brown and green and death, and I hear a river — water, mud, that'll leave clear foot-prints, and my Dad'll find those — and so I veer off down a shallow incline, surfing the dry leaves and cutting my skin on pointy rocks, until I reach the bottom. My shoes smack into the mud — Yes, good — and I keep goin', scraping by walkers that cling to the trees and walkers that come crawling up out of the water. I break as many twigs and branches as I can to leave behind a trail — a bread-crumb trail like in Hansel and Gretel — so that I can be tracked.

I follow the river for what feels like ten minutes, and then fifteen, and then twenty. 

How far have I ran?

Where am I?

I run, and I run, and I run, skirting the weak river, wheezing, coughing, burning, and dodging stray walkers.

We'll find you.

They'll look for me, but maybe I can look for them, too, if I don't lose the river. I can follow it back to the highway.

My Dad knows all about tracking. Whenever my family went camping, which was basically every weekend, I's never allowed to skip stones or play hop-scotch like my cousins were. I always got dragged away, instead, by my Dad and the other men so we could go track turkeys in the woods for hours on end. They'd point to a pile of droppings, or a talon-shaped imprint in the ground, or even a twig that weren't placed right, and they'd whisper, 'cause we had to be quiet, Wow, ain't that interesting, Harley? Alone, the clues were useless. But together, like pieces of a puzzle, they formed an intricate map that only they could see. My Dad once tracked one'a those turkeys for seven miles. He could track a darn ant, if he wanted.

I'm not sure if I've covered seven miles yet, but I know even if I covered a hundred, my Dad would still find me.

I run until my lungs feel like empty paper bags and my muscles sing with pain.

Exhausted, I come to a stop at the base of a thick tree with giant, snaking roots, and I crawl underneath, into a nook in the dirt.

I look up at the sky through the gaps, feeling like a trapped bunny in a burrow.

I hear frogs playing in the stream.

I start to cry.

All I can think about is whether or not everyone back at the highway made it out safely.

I wonder if the herd has passed by now, and if T-Dog's hand is okay.

I wonder if anybody got hurt tryna save me, and I cry even harder, 'cause I really, really hope not.

I wonder what's gonna happen next.

Like a golden cough drop, the sun begins to sink down through the canopy in a syrupy glow, its light sliding over me. West. Okay, that direction is West. I'll remember that. I watch as the sky envelops the setting sun, replacing it with purples and oranges and reds. Slowly, the crickets come out, flickering songs into the warm air all around me. It gets darker. The purples bruise into blacks. The stars come out, and then the moon. A distant coyote howls at it.

The frogs continue croaking and splashing.

A mosquito bites my neck.

I slap it, cringing.

This is going to be a long night.

Author's Note.

If you're wondering about what's going to happen to Sophia... don't get your hopes up 😭

I changed this around a little bit, and there's more changes to come, but overall it will be the same.

I hope you were sufficiently stressed out while reading this chapter, and that you enjoyed it, haha. It was a little short but I was just so excited to post it, and I couldn't help myself.

Thanks for reading, everyone :)

Sending love! <3