#used his shirt as a tent for his colleague

[obxsprincess]

miguel who loves his shy girlfriend so fucking much. your so sweet. so tentative

miguel whos never been a pda kinda guy. ever. until your pretty self. now he finds himself embarrassing you over and over again while his hand slid down your thigh — resting merely. planting a wet kiss down the column of your throat when you sat with his colleagues. spoiling you with endless sweet nothings all you could do was mewl “migs!”

miguel who loves seeing you flustered… that is until you cover your mouth while he’s pounding into you, hiding your moans and words with the fear ‘someone will hear’ while his fat tip bulges against your cervix… and then it drives him insane.

miguel who eats you out while you squirm on top of his massive, wooden desk. the rough texture gone in your mind because his face is stuffed in your cunt. he laps at your drooling folds like a mad-man. suckling your swollen clit into his mouth, flicking the puffy bud in ways that had you whimpering. but you were still holding back your fucking sounds — so he did what any man munch would do, he edged your leaking pussy

miguel who tells you you aren’t getting your sweet release until you finally let go. promising you it would be a blessing to those motherfuckers to hear even a single moan of yours. but his words were so muffled, his tongue swirling around your dripping hole — dipping in and eliciting your immediate gasp. how’d he go so deep?!

miguel who has to hold you down as your eyes flutter closed, the slurping, wet sounds of your essence almost escaping the walls. you were close. the needy laced wire in your stomach tightening… “m’ah m-miguel mm fuck!”

miguel who suddenly pulls away despite his need to taste you even more — his mouth covered in your juices. “use your words,”…

miguel who denies you orgasm after orgasm until your a whining mess — in that moment, your shyness was gone, along with your sanity and anything pure about you as he finally flipped you over. guiding himself along, against, into your soaking entrance “migs! w-what if they hear!?”…

miguel who finally gets a taste of your screams while your silken walls squeezed the fucking life out of him… and he cummed just at the angelic sound

miguel who’s fat cock bottoms out inside of your tight little hole — painting your walls in his thick ropes. who still can’t believe your walls milk every last drop so perfectly

miguel who walks out of his office, hand in yours, with the biggest, shit eating smirk on his face. and you try to hide the giddy grin on yours

miguel who gets you an oversized t shirt so he can fuck you in it that says ‘my lady in the streets, but she a freak in the bed’ fuck, he’s never seen you so bashful. and his cock hardens at the cute sight

[cute-little-crow]

A seemingly innocent text message leads to a chain of events that turns your entire day upside down… who could have anticipated that?

Hey baby… I’m having the worst day at work. Everyone is really grouchy and I’m struggling to concentrate. Really wish I didn’t have to put up with this today. Sorry for being a downer, I hope your day is going better than mine!! Love you 💞

feat: Rafayel, Sylus, Xavier & Zayne (separately)

tw: female reader, fluff, suggestive, roleplay of kidnap (reader is in no danger), mentions of bomb threats (not genuine and not condoned in the slightest), bratty behaviour (mostly Raf), faked medical emergencies, sorry if I missed anything, Zayne being the most rational of the bunch (obvs)

an: I’d be happy to flesh out and expand any of these if there is interest (especially Xavier’s cause his was real fun 😏) 💖

His phone pinged from across the studio, a sound he could never ignore, especially when it was the tone he used only for you…

With a paintbrush tucked behind his ear, he leapt gracefully from his stool and wiped the dusty remnants of dried paint from his fingers onto his trousers. The white shirt messily—although he might say, artistically—tucked into the waistband was already streaked with the hue of colours making up his latest creation, and a purple smudge darkened the tip of his nose.

Rafayel smiled when your name emblazoned across the screen, but it faltered as he hastily scanned the neat little rows of text. He was full-blown frowning by the time he finished, mood darkened by the idea that there were people in the world that could allow you to feel so badly.

Didn’t they know you were better than they were? That you hung the moon and the stars. Made the tides rise and fall. Without you, their world would be devoid of colour—how mundane.

He wouldn’t stand for it, he couldn’t.

For the next thirty minutes he planned out his strategy. Scribbling ideas down only to angrily score them through when he realised how ridiculous they were. He needed something simple, and most importantly, believable.

A sudden idea popped into his head and he set off before he could change his mind… poor, poor you.

~

You wish you had been exaggerating when you sent off that earlier message, but today truly had been a total clusterfuck. It was barely noon and already you longed for the clutches of sleep that would come when you were tucked up in bed tonight.

The sour mood of your colleagues was rubbing off on you more than you would like, and the dark cloud of negative energy only grew bigger and more dense until it was impossible to see an inch in front of your nose.

Tapping your pen against the edge of your keyboard, you stared where the words should be occupying your screen. A blank document stared back—mocking you. With a frustrated growl, you sank forward with your head on your arms.

“Oh, there you are! Why are you still here?”

The frantic voice of your boss took you by surprise, peering up before jolting upright in your chair.

“Where else would I be?” You asked tentatively, mentally wondering if you had somehow missed a meeting.

“The hospital!! Your boyfriend is in reception bleeding all over the desk! He’s refusing an ambulance and says he’ll only go to the hospital if you take him. Come on, hurry!”

Panic froze your heart. Terror turning your blood to ice in your veins.

Rafayel came into view and immediately, you knew. You were going to kill your dumbass boyfriend for pulling such a ludicrous stunt. What was he thinking and why couldn’t anyone else smell the overwhelming scent of strawberries from the syrup he was claiming was blood?

“My love… at last. I don’t know that I can hold on much longer, please, take my hands,” he enthused, rivalling the most hammiest of actors.

Your lips pursed, and his eyes widened. Despite it all, you played along if only to get the security guard and receptionist to calm down. Taking his sticky strawberry fingers into yours, you cooed in your best impression of genuine concern.

“I can’t believe you didn’t go straight to the hospital, Rafayel. You might have bled out in my office reception, let’s get you out of here. Does it hurt? No, no… I’ll manage,” you reassured the ashen looking security guard whilst squeezing Rafayel’s fingers in a death grip.

He squeaked out a groan of genuine pain, but he deserved it for causing such a scene at your workplace. His bottom lip stuck out in a petulant pout that was only visible to you, corralling him along until you were in the staff car park and able to shove him bodily into the passenger seat.

You kept up the pretence until you were out of sight of the building and any security cameras before pulling over into a side street and cutting the engine without saying a word.

“I was—”

“Trying to get me fired?” you supplied, turning in your seat and pulling wet wipes out of the glovebox by the fistful.

Rafayel continued to look petulant, but the sticky mess smeared on his cheek and neck as well as covering both his hands and the cuffs of his shirt were too ridiculous for you to stay mad.

You giggled, and he side eyed you—cautiously. “You look… good enough to eat, baby. Smell good too.” Leaning close, you licked through the mess of syrup streaked over his hammering pulse point and heard his breathless little hiccup.

“It wasn’t my best plan ever, but it got you out of work, right?”

It was hard to argue with that. You conceded with a nod, starting the engine once more and peeling back into traffic.

“Mhm, true, and you brought me dessert. It’s a good thing that strawberry tarts are my favourite.”

Sylus welcomed the distraction of his phone vibrating from the pocket of his trousers. He had spent the better part of his morning listening to those with more money than sense, bumble through negotiations he had no intention of seeing through to fruition. But even so, he liked to dangle the carrot and see how high he could make them jump. Call it an entertainment of sorts.

“This meeting is over,” he intoned flatly, quickly rereading your message a second time whilst his frustration tried valiantly to leak outward.

The room emptied hastily—much to everyone’s relief—and once alone with his thoughts, Sylus let out a long aggravated sigh. His nostrils flared. His fingers drummed a war song against the enamel of his desk.

He supported your independence with his whole heart but there were times, like these, that he wished you would simply quit and join him in running his growing empire. Whilst he understood your reservations, and he certainly knew that he would be rather indulgent with your time if you worked side by side, he was not purely driven by his dick—only sometimes.

“Luke. Kieran. Get in here,” he called out.

Mere seconds later the brothers appeared, inquisitive though it might be hard for some to tell given the masks. Sylus leant back in his chair, debating his course of action and whether or not you might just explode when he pulled the trigger, metaphorically speaking.

“Yes Boss?” The brothers said in almost perfect unison, mischief evident in their voices.

“I need a favour, and I want you to make it convincing…”

~

This meeting was akin to listening to nails being scoured down a chalkboard, and that was about the most polite way you could put it.

You chewed on the end of your pen, anything to distract from the presentation being blasted at you from the large projector screen on the conference wall. Around you sat your colleagues and superiors, most looking equally bored, although a few opted to sit straight backed and bright eyed—the kiss asses—as you referred to them.

The hands of your watch seemed to move at half speed and you couldn’t believe there was another full hour ahead before you could find some solace during your lunch break.

An alarm pierced through the monotonous voice of the presenter on screen, you and your colleagues glanced around in confusion as it sounded unlike any fire alarm you had been present for. You sat up in your seat, twisting around to see people scurrying past the frosted glass windows until someone crashed into the door as if they had run flat out to get here.

“We’ve received a report that there’s a bomb in the building! Everyone out. Now! Don’t be stupid,” the man who you assumed was a part of security yelled at the nearest girl who had asked to go back to her desk to grab her bag. “Exit quickly and calmly. Don’t go back for anything!”

For someone advocating calmness, he sprinted away looking the absolute contrary to his guidance, but you didn’t have time to muse on it when everyone started to push and shove out of the doorway.

It wasn’t long before the panic and hushed conversations behind hands from the meeting point nearly a block away died down to be replaced by angry tuts and speculation over what might have happened.

There was a growing sense that the call had been a hoax which put nobody in a good mood, and you couldn’t blame them. Your car keys were back at your desk so you didn’t even have the option to leave.

Thankfully, you had your phone and whilst you had been scrolling social media—which was blowing up with the bomb threat news—a message popped up…

Need a ride, kitten?

You glanced around, eyes narrowed for the telltale flash of crimson but found none.

Maybe I do… maybe I don’t. Y’know, I’m surprised you’re not more concerned.

Concerned? Why should I be concerned? There’s no bomb. Keep walking this way, sweetie, you’re getting warmer.

You stopped in your tracks, mind whirring with the implication of his words. He didn’t… he wouldn’t. Fuck, he absolutely would.

Did you call in a fucking bomb threat?! You’re insane!!

Your steps had taken you closer to the mouth of a side street, it was shadowy and you didn’t so much as see Sylus, as you did sense him. The hairs on your neck stood to attention and for all your storming anger, you couldn’t deny the desire and affection curling around you.

“No,” Sylus purred into your ear from behind, looming out whatever blind spot he had stalked you from to rub a hand up your arm. “I didn’t call it in…”

“So it was Luke and Kieran, those two pests probably laughed themselves sick once it was done.”

Sylus tsked gently. He drew you carefully into his chest and kissed the crown of your head, happy to be reunited, even if it was the result of foul play. “Let them have their little fun, kitten. You wouldn’t be here if they hadn’t.”

It was impossible to stay mad, it was really was. Instead, you stood on your tiptoes and cupped his cheek until you could claim his lips, slow and deliberate.

“I hope you won’t pull these kind of stunts when we’re working together…”

His breathing stalled at your quip. Vermillion eyes searching yours for deceit or misplaced humour and finding nothing but truth. Sylus smiled…

“That’s a promise I can’t make, sweetie. But, I can promise you won’t regret your decision for a single second.”

Boredom was not something that Xavier handled well. He needed the thrill of the hunt, the adrenaline of the fight or the total blankness of deep, uninterrupted sleep.

So, perhaps it was serendipitous that you should text him at the precise moment he was ready to tug on his hair with the lack of activity. His smile was short-lived as he read the message, wishing he could somehow help.

Is there a way I could help, my starlight?

Xavier stared at his phone for a few seconds, willing the little bubble to appear that signalled your imminent reply, but after a little longer, he tossed it away and closed his eyes.

A ping made one eye crack open.

Not unless you know someone willing to kidnap me from this hellscape. Lol! Don’t worry about me, I’ll survive 💪🫰

He laughed. What a silly notion. Unless… why was the idea growing on him the longer he thought about it?

Did it make him depraved to want to fulfil that role, safe in the knowledge that not a hair on your head would be hurt in the process because he would be the one pulling the strings?

I mean… never mind. Lemme know if you change your mind. It’s not like I’ve got anything better to do today. See you soon, pretty…

~

Your fingers flew across your keyboard, and to the casual observer it would seem like you were deeply engrossed in your work. The truth was that you were gossiping with a work friend over the IM chat feature.

Stretching your arms overhead, you tilted your neck from side to side until you heard a satisfying pop. It was going to be a long afternoon of very little to do. Maybe you needed to pace yourself if the workload was going to continue being this light?

You decided that some soda might cheer you up, so you took the short trip to the break room and happily procured the last can of your favourite flavour. It wasn’t until you were resettled at your desk that you notice the pink post it note on your screen.

Come to the supply closet. I have something for you.

The old adage of ‘curiosity killed the cat’ seemed to be lost on you as you trotted the short distance to the store room in question, wondering if maybe your friend wanted to continue your conversation without the fear of it being tracked. It didn’t even raise alarm when you discovered the small room in complete darkness.

“Tara? Are you in here?”

You tiptoed to the shelves in the very back, turning when you heard movement, only for solid lead to plummet into your stomach as a hooded figure dressed from head to toe in black stalked forward.

The lower half of his face was covered by a mask and the hood pulled low enough that you couldn’t see his eyes. You wanted to scream, to run or do something but your fight or flight failed to kick in. Instead, you backstepped right up against the faraway wall, watching as the man cocked his head and tightened his gloved fist.

You were inching around the perimeter of the room, closing in on the door and he was letting you. It was as if he were toying with you, waiting for you to make a move before he reacted. There was something unsettlingly familiar about his stature and the way he moved… but you didn’t have time to question it, it was now or never.

Lunging for the door, you made your move but he was faster and stronger. One arm wound around your middle whilst the other hand came up to cover your mouth, the scream in your throat trapped. His body was radiating pure heat whilst you thrashed to escape.

“Calm yourself…”

Only half aware of the words, you more heard the voice and confusion blanketed your thoughts. Your struggling lessened and you thought you heard him chuckle in response.

“You wanted to be kidnapped… right?” Xavier teased, carefully removing his palm to listen to your panting breaths.

“Xav—”

“Ah ah. Hush now. You’re not going to struggle. You’re going to walk with me to your desk, grab up your things and come with me without making a scene.”

Why were you so flushed? Why were your legs trembling from something other than fear? Did your heart have to pound quite so loudly? It might have been a joke earlier but somehow being kidnapped by Xavier had become one of the hottest things to ever happen in your life.

You nodded your agreement, accompanied by a soft whimper and he pulled you back against his body for a moment before releasing you. It was long enough that you could feel the growing bulge in his black sweats. The thought of keeping him in here flitted through your mind, but he was nudging you forward before you could let the lewd thoughts slip past your lips.

“Once we’re out of here and no one is watching…” you purred, letting your hand graze down the length of his stomach and stopping deliberately at the waistband of his trousers. “I’m going to make a break for it, I hope you’re ready to chase me.”

Xavier chuckled, dark and predatory.

“I won’t stop until you’re struggling beneath me, my starlight.”

For the first time in what felt like years, Zayne had a scheduled day off on a day you were due to work. You assured him that it would fly in if he simply allowed himself to relax, but here he was… staring at the wall.

It was barely 10am and every chore Zayne could think of had been taken care of. He even had time to start some dough for a fresh loaf of bread, the batch slowly proofing beneath a dish towel in the kitchen.

He had half a mind to go into the hospital and put his time to better use. At least he would be able to achieve something instead of sitting here, wishing you were beside him. Empty hours wouldn’t feel so bad if you shared them. He never felt bored when you were here.

Zayne’s phone thrilled from the coffee table and one glance told him the message was from you. Expecting a cute little reminder message that he was to rest and relax, he was not anticipating what he read.

It wasn’t like you to complain unnecessarily, especially because you genuinely enjoyed your job, so he knew that it had to be rough for you to send that message.

Can I help?

When you didn’t reply, he went to check on his dough to distract himself from thoughts of you, miserable and feeling demotivated.

I don’t think so, but thanks for the offer. Might skip movie night if you don’t mind… think I’ll go to bed when I get home.

Well now, that was simply unacceptable. Zayne knew from experience that denying your emotions never solved the issue, and clearly he needed to remind you of that.

~

There was a knock on your office door. It jolted you upright from where you were slumped over your desk feeling defeated. A courier peeked inside with a sheepish smile and confirmed your name. Once he was satisfied, he produced a beautiful bouquet of flowers in a frosted glass vase.

“These are for me? Are you sure?”

“It’s your name on the card and on the order slip… so yep! Enjoy your flowers, miss.” The man gave a short salute and left you to admire the beautiful blooms.

Your fingers stroked the velvet petals of midnight pansies and silvery lilies. The smell was gentle and sweet, much like the smile adorning your face for the first time today.

You didn’t need the little card tucked into the display to know who they were from and immediately you pulled out your phone and pressed the call button.

“Do you send flowers to all your patients, Dr Zayne?”

Zayne hummed, thoughtful for a second. “Only the ones that have captured my heart.”

Your grin only widened, he was so sweet.

“I don’t know if you realise how much this has brightened my day, you darling man,” you admitted with a soft sob.

The sound of traffic on the other end of the line caught your attention, and you wondered where he might be if not at home. As if sensing your question, Zayne provided the answer unprompted.

“Then I guess taking you out to lunch might be considered overkill?”

“Wait, what?”

“Look outside,” he cooed.

You nearly stumbled out of your chair in your rush to approach the window that looked down on the busy streets below. From your vantage point you could make out a man with a head of midnight hair leaning casually against the trees in the courtyard. Your breath hitched when Zayne glanced up to where he knew your office was located and tipped his coffee cup in your direction.

“Oh, Zayne…”

“Yes?”

“I’m not going to want to come back after we eat,” you grumbled honestly.

“That’s fine. I planned on you having a minor allergic reaction that will require personal treatment. I already have the story planned out when I call your boss in an hour.”

This man thought of everything and right now, you were eternally grateful of that. Smothering your laughter behind your palm, you started to stuff your belongings haphazardly into your bag.

“Y’know what? I love you and every immaculately planned out thought inside that big wrinkly brain of yours.”

“… I love you too?”

“That was a compliment,” you assured him hastily, practically running for the lift.

“Oh. Well, thank you, darling. I’ll see you in a minute so I can return the sentiment correctly.”

[achilles-rage]

Water Pressure

summary: you go to work early one morning to shower because your hot water isn't working, and eddie catches you using the shower head on yourself.

word count: 1.6k

request: anon- Hi there! Could I request either Eddie Diaz being walked in on masturbating by colleague reader or him walking in on her using the shower on herself at the firehouse because the water pressure and it’s really early so she thinks no one else is there. Or both lmao I don’t mind

a/n: i’m sorry this isn't longer, i’m lowkey in a slump rn💋enjoy<3

warnings: smut, no use of y/n, plus size!reader, fem!reader, race inclusive!reader

MDNI- 18+ only!

You walk into the firehouse early in the morning, much earlier than your shift starts, but your hot water has been turned off for a couple days while your landlord fixes some plumbing issues, so here you are. You greet the b-shift as you walk in, their sleepy forms lounging around the upstairs area as they wait for their shifts to be over. You know they won’t bother you while you shower; for them, this time in the morning is merely a waiting game for whether they’ll be sent out on a call or if they’ll be able to spend the rest of their long shift in peace.

You make your way to the showers and hop right in, dropping your bag and clothes on the bench and hanging your towel on the hook on the way. You hum softly as the hot water hits your skin and steam fills the air around you. As you stand in the water, you feel your muscles relax, and after a few minutes, you realize how good the water pressure actually is. You haven’t been able to do this for a couple of days, and you’re so worked up that you can’t help but reach up and grab the handheld shower head and angle it at your swollen clit. You let out a soft exhale as you tilt your head back, teasing yourself as your other hand moves to the shower wall, keeping yourself balanced as you give yourself some much needed relief. 

You’re so caught up in your own little world that you don’t hear Eddie coming into the room, and you also don’t notice that your shower curtain is slightly agape, giving him the perfect angle. He freezes as he sees your naked form, eyes trailing down from your blissed out expression to your soft chest and tummy, and it takes him a moment to notice what exactly you’re doing. He thought he would come in early and get a workout in before work, but now he feels both happy that he chose to do so, and guilty, because he can’t tear his eyes away from your plush body.

He’s always thought you were gorgeous, and he loves how much you put into your job, but you’re just friends. 

He wants nothing more than to get into that shower with you and take over, but he doesn’t know if you feel the same, and he’s very sure you seeing him watching you would not be something you would welcome. 

But still, he can’t tear his eyes away, and he feels his shorts getting tight as he hears your breathy moans, just loud enough to hear over the water hitting the tile floor. 

As you continue to point the water on yourself, you feel eyes on you, and although you’re sure no one is, you open your eyes anyway. It’s only then that you make eye contact with Eddie through the cracked open shower curtain, and you freeze, your mouth agape. Your first instinct is to close the curtain and never speak to him again, but your eyes study his face, and you can see the lust in his eyes. Your eyes trail down his body and you can see the tent forming in his shorts, and you inhale a sharp, surprised breath. You both lock eyes again, neither of you making a move to each other, but also not moving away either.

“Can I come in?” he asks after a moment, a smirk forming on his face as he sees you swallow and nod. He strips himself of his shirt and shorts and drops his bag beside yours on the walk over to your shower, then steps in and closes the curtain the whole way, as if that would stop anyone that may walk in from knowing what’s about to happen. 

He meets your lips in a desperate kiss, his hands coming up to cup your cheeks as he pushes you back against the wall. Your hand that’s not holding the shower head moves to his chest, slowly making its way up and so your arm wraps around his shoulder as the other reaches up to haphazardly put the shower head back in place. Once you do, your other arm wraps around him as well, and he moves his hands down to your hips, pulling you into him as he kisses you fervently. You part your lips and tilt your head to deepen the kiss, and he groans against your lips as he feels your soft tummy against his hard cock.

He rocks his hips against you slightly, desperate for friction, and you whine softly, reaching down to pump him a few times. You part from the kiss and look down, watching your hand move over his impressive length, and his eyes follow yours. After a moment his hands move to your jaw and he tilts your head back, allowing him to nip and suck on your neck with quiet moans escaping his mouth. He makes his way down to your breasts, feeling the water hitting his back as he squeezes your breasts between his hands and marks your chest with dark spots. He’s about to kneel down in front of you, but you shake your head quickly, keeping him standing in front of you. 

“Need you now.” you whisper in a pleading voice. You both have been waiting for this for so long; spending hours and hours together without much more than a friendly touch, so neither of you feel like you can wait any longer to give in. 

He smirks, mumbling a “yes ma’am” as he grabs the back of one of your thighs, lifting your leg and hooking it around his waist. He keeps his grip on your thigh as he places his other hand on the wall beside your head, and lets out a low groan as he feels your hand wrap around his cock again, lining it up with your dripping core. 

He wastes no time, and pushes into you quickly, barely giving you enough time to adjust before he starts snapping his hips against yours. Soft moans fall out of both of your lips as he moves, and your hands move up to grip his shoulders. 

“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this. Having you spread open for me.” he rasps in your ear, and you whimper softly in return. The words go right to your core as you imagine it; all those times you’ve caught him looking at you, he was actually looking at you, and not just because you were friends.

You tilt your head back as he moves even quicker, meeting your hips in rough thrusts as he rests his head in the crook of your neck. You bite your lip to stifle your moans, still having half of a mind to keep quiet, but it’s difficult. You’ve wanted this for so long, and you can hardly hold back with how his cock is sliding into you so perfectly.

“God, you feel so good, mi amor. So good for me.” he whispers in your ear, then reaches down to rub at your clit with his fingers. You let out a high pitched mewl as his fingers circle your clit, and you arch your back into him, feeling your high quickly approaching.

“Oh my god.” you get out through quiet moans, hands moving down his shoulders to his back and pulling him impossibly closer to you. You’re desperate for more of him, if even possible, and he chuckles into your neck, kissing your skin haphazardly. He’s so close, and he’s eager to get you right there with him before he comes too soon. 

“You gonna cum for me, huh?” he grunts, leaning back to look into your eyes. You nod, looking up at him through hooded eyes as your body moves in time with his thrusts. If you weren’t so focused on the pleasure, you’d feel the dull pain of your back pressing up against the hard tiles behind you, but right now, you couldn’t force yourself to care even if you tried. 

“Let go for me, baby. Let me hear you.” he whispers, and after a few more thrusts, you’re coming with a loud moan. He presses his lips to yours quickly, trying to muffle your noises as your body goes taut, and after a second, he’s falling right over the edge after you. He keeps his cock deep inside of you as he empties himself into your warm cunt, his hand moving down your neck and to your hip, squeezing it in an attempt to keep himself grounded.

He buries his face into the crook of your neck as you both catch your breath, and after a moment he pulls out, cupping your face in his hands and kissing you gently. 

“We should probably get ready. Our shift starts soon.” he tells you, although no part of him wants to leave you right now. You nod, swallowing as you feel your heart rate returning to normal, and give him a soft smile.

“Maybe after our shift I’ll take you out?” he asks, almost nervously. He’s worried that you’ll say this was just a one time thing, that you don’t want him like that, but his worries vanish when he sees your smile widen.

“I’ll hold you to that, Diaz.” you tease him softly, leaning in to give him one more peck before he finally pulls away. He begrudgingly moves to the shower beside yours, washing the sweat off of him before your shift starts while you do the same. After a few minutes, you can hear people outside the room talking to each other and getting ready for the day ahead, and both of you smile to yourselves, knowing that you would’ve most certainly been caught if either of you lasted any longer.

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[vraisetzen]

𝑨 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕 – 𝑲𝒐𝒌𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒃𝒐 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

Summary: As Kokushibo does the laundry, he stumbles upon a pair of your underwear.

Tags: NSFW, 18+, Modern/KimeGaku AU, No use of (y/n)

Author's note: A short writing exercise. And I've been obsessed with writing about men jerking off lately...

It comes as little surprise that Kokushibo is fairly adept at doing the laundry – as Kibutsuji Muzan's designated secretary-slash-bodyguard-slash-handler, he is more than accustomed to managing his employer's collection of silk shirts with Italian labels and wool trousers with double pleats and monogram stitching along the inner lining.

When it comes to your clothes and his, Kokushibo has a system down pat, from sorting out dyed fabrics from his dress shirts, to polyester blends from cotton fabrics, and special netting bags for delicate garments. It was a language that only he spoke, with a frazzled attempt once on your part to take over the chores leaving him more than a little disgruntled as you turned his white boxers a darling shade of baby pink.

Hence, it has become a routine for him to find himself kneeling by the washing machine every Sunday, pawing through the laundry basket quietly and efficiently. His shirts and your pyjamas; your shorts and his gym towels. He tosses them into the washing machine, making a mental note to himself on how high he would have to set the water and rinse levels when he is finished.

And then, Kokushibo comes to your intimates – this is not foreign domain to him either. At this stage in your relationship, he is more than familiar with what you wear: the wireless bras, a unisex thong that your friends gave to you as a joke on Singles' Day, lacy pieces that you wear infrequently on special occasions. Kokushibo finds nothing embarrassing about this; he has already seen you in a far more revealing state, and this is, once again, routine.

What is not routine, however, is the strange curiosity that takes root inside him as he holds your panties in his hand, pausing for a long second. It is nothing special – a grey hipster that is a little loose around the elastic from wear – but Kokushibo hesitates as he lingers just over the metallic ring of the laundry drum. Perhaps it is the piece's simplicity; something you throw on without caring for seduction or looking pretty, something that is just there as you go about your day, beneath your clothes, something you hardly think about.

Kokushibo turns the underwear inside out, where there is a slightly darker mark on the crotch, the remnants of you on the cloth. A shot of arousal twinges through his cock as he wonders if you have ever fantasised about him while wearing this particular pair, staining the cotton with your wetness while you are at work.

Did your cheeks flush with the thoughts of him pummeling into you, stifling your moans through clenched teeth and bitten lip? Did you need to excuse yourself from the presence of your colleagues, escaping into the bathroom, checking each empty stall before choosing the one at the end? Did your hands tremble as you fumble with the lock, before pressing your back up against the door as you lift your dress up and slide your fingers into your aching depths?

Kokushibo presses his nose up against the underwear and inhales, and is greeted by the faint scent of sweet-salty musk – the same notes that he finds when he dives between your legs. His hand reaches for the tent in his trousers, rubbing himself through his sweatpants. This feels wrong – debased, even; jerking off to your underwear like some pervert lurking around the laundromat.

And truthfully, if he wanted, needed, you so badly, then you are but a text or a phone call away; but as Kokushibo growls into his hand, thinking about the silky wet of your folds, the threads of glistening juices that clings to his fingers as he strokes your cunt, there is very little regard on his part on what is right. And right now, he is stroking himself swiftly and firmly; it is not like how you do it, with your languished motions and endless patience for teasing out his pleasure – but he is not here for prolonged foreplay. The rough texture of his sweatpants makes for excellent friction, and he runts up against his hand, angling himself precisely to glide his cockhead over the fabric.

It does not take long for him to climax, and he does so with a jerk of his hips and a ragged growl into the inside of his boxers. A dark patch blooms over his sweatpants, mirroring the faint mark on your underwear, and for a few seconds Kokushibo simply stares down at his lap, dazed by the quickness which he brought himself to completion. His cock is still twitching weakly as he thinks of you, and what you will say if you were to come through the doors right now, arms full with the groceries for the week ahead. Will you scold him for making a mess? Or will you let him bend you over the washing machine, paper bags and laundry basket equally forgotten?

Alas, these questions will have to wait as Kokushibo gets up on shaky feet. He pulls off his trousers and boxers with his clean hand and washes them in the basin; and when he comes back, he gives the offending piece of garment – that wicked, ordinary pair of grey panties – a final look before chucking them all in the wash.

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[nordschleifes]

body work

➝ maybe agreeing to go to saudi arabia wasn't a bad idea…

➝ word count: 4,5k

➝ warnings: dakar!fer, flirting, mentions of bdsm, hot weather

➝ author's note: this last week has been extremely difficult for me, both emotionally and physically. i had a terrible migraine attack that left me practically unable to do anything other than cry or want to vomit. however, when she gave me a break, i managed to finish this one shot. i would really like your feedback, if possible!

You could feel your white t-shirt sticking to your skin, as well as your hair on the back of your neck. The desert sun made even the slightest effort feel Herculean, the hot wind doing little to alleviate the heat you felt even under the tent pitched on a stony plain near Al Wajh.

This was definitely not the way you wanted to start your year, but it wasn't like you had much of a choice. With a practically free schedule and a colleague unable to travel due to personal problems, it was up to you to go to Saudi Arabia to take care of one of the clinic's most famous patients.

— Fernando is almost here — you heard someone murmur next to you. Turning your face, you found a man with wavy hair messed up by the wind and his eyes half-closed as he looked at the horizon, searching for something on the horizon.

— Are you sure, Alberto? — you asked the businessman, raising an eyebrow — It's been ten minutes since people started arriving and nothing about them...

— From what they said, they were right behind another Toyota — he said, while a cloud of dust rose in the distance, indicating that another competitor was arriving at the competition camp — Ah, look at him there.

After crossing the finish line, you accompanied Alberto in an attempt to take the red, white and black painted Hilux to the closest point to the motorhome that had become your base of operations. As you approached the vehicle, which smelled of hot oil and gasoline, you saw the door suddenly open, revealing a figure wearing a blue helmet and a black jumpsuit with white and red trim.

— How it was? — Alberto asked, while the driver disconnected something from the central panel.

— Sand, stone and dust for ten hours — Fernando replied, as he unbuckled his seat belt and removed his helmet, revealing a tired smile — Ten hours! Can you believe that?

— I do — the businessman said, while helping the driver out of the truck. After throwing his helmet on the seat and hugging Alberto, Fernando headed towards the reporters who were crowding around a railing to talk to him.

Watching the driver take off his sandy coveralls, leaving his sweaty white Nomex in full view, you felt something warm rise up your cheeks, teeth finding your bottom lip.

You had never been carried away by the physical nature of your work. The barriers you had placed for yourself were always firm, as were your ethics that dictated that you should never get involved with anyone who requested your services. But since you had set foot in Jeddah, you have seen your own conviction tested every day.

And it was getting harder and harder to resist.

Taking a deep breath, you turned and headed towards the tent set up next to Fernando's motorhome. Upon entering the space, you realized how much needed to be done there before the driver arrived for his much needed physical therapy session. You still had to set up the table, arrange the materials and put on the instrumental playlist you loved. “Let’s go”, you thought as you headed towards your bag.

You were whistling some tune while lighting the scented candles when you heard a clearing of your throat coming from behind. When you turned around, you met Fernando's dark, curious eyes.

— Which song is that? — he asked.

— Ah — you smiled, while shaking the match you had used to light the last candle — I don't know, actually...

— It doesn't sound like that Ayurvedic nonsense you listen to during sessions — the driver slowly approached the massage table, resting one hand on it.

— It's not nonsense, Fernando, it's a way to help you disconnect and relax — you replied — Lie down.

— Edo doesn't put things like that — he murmured, as he sat on the kind of stretcher you had set up in the middle of the tent. Wearing a black coat over a white shirt and shorts of the same color, his hair had damp ends, probably from the shower — He knows that doesn't help.

— And that must be why you're always stressed — you said, giggling — Do you prefer forest sounds, then?

— I prefer the lovely chirping of a V10 engine — Fernando said, as the table he was sitting on creaked under his weight.

— Sounds of the forest, then — you concluded, taking the phone and connecting the device to the small speaker that was next to you. It wasn't long before the rustling of leaves filled the tent, contrasting with the engines and conversations coming from outside.

Putting your cell phone in your pocket, you brushed your hair away from your face as you approached the massage table, assessing Fernando's expression, who seemed bothered by something.

— Any points I need to focus on today? — you asked, resting your hands right next to his leg.

— On the left ankle — the driver replied, the crack drawing your attention to the spot below him. Moving the foot in circles, the sound repeated itself in an almost sickening way — It doesn't hurt, but it didn't make that noise before, so...

Standing next to his foot, you began moving it, trying to understand where the sound was coming from. Your fingers pressed Fernando's skin in search of the tendons and joints, the precise touch in search of what was bothering him.

After a few minutes of thorough exploration, without the driver making a sound of protest, you pressed your lips together. Although the absence of pain was a relief, unusual and frequent sounds meant there was an injury waiting to happen. And considering how much he must use that foot, having a strength problem at that point wasn't a good thing.

— Well, you aren’t injured…

— Excellent.

— Yet — you added, while letting go of his ankle — I think you'll have to do some tests when you get back home to see if you really have any problems.

— Could it get worse in the next few days?

— In theory, no, especially since you're not feeling any pain. But I'll talk to Edoardo and see what we can do. Any other points that worry you? — you asked, receiving a refusal from Fernando — So let's move on.

Turning to the small table you had requested to place your materials, you picked up the bottle that held your favorite massage oil and dripped a few drops into the palm of your hand. Then you walked back to the massage table where the driver was lying, his eyes fixed on the roof of the tent.

— Let me know if you feel anything — you murmured, before taking your hands to his calf and starting to massage it.

The movement of your fingers under Fernando's skin, searching for the small nodules where the stress and, consequently, the pain were, was something that relaxed you, in a way. Maybe it was the way you repeated the movements, the way your chest filled with satisfaction when you found a point where you could release the tension that was built up in his body after ten long hours of driving in the middle of the desert.

When you pressed a specific spot near his ankle, you heard him hiss.

— Did it hurt? — you asked.

— A little — Fernando replied, still staring at the ceiling.

— I'll be careful.

— No need — he murmured, which made you look at his face.

— Fernando…

— I’m fine, you can continue. Pain is good, sometimes...

You couldn't hold back a smile.

— Is there something bothering you? — you began, while pressing his calf muscles again in search of stress points — Or is this your way of revealing to me that you are a masochist?

The driver suddenly raised his head.

— Masochist?

You felt something warm rise up your cheeks. That kind of conversation was definitely not in the appropriate category, as your professor of ethics and deontology in physiotherapy had put it on the blackboard in one of the classes.

— It's just a guess — you replied quickly, turning to the table in search of more oil and a few seconds to breathe.

— Based on what? — Fernando asked.

When you turned back to the driver, you found him raised on his elbows. His gaze had a gleam of curiosity and something you couldn't identify.

— You just said the pain is good — you said, placing one of your hands just above his knee and below the edge of his shorts — I think it's a rather obvious hint of what you like in bed.

Fernando raised an eyebrow.

— You mean you think about what I like in bed?

A nervous laugh escaped your lips, fingers starting to work on his rectus femoris.

— Please, Fernando — you murmured, feeling your heart pounding inside your chest. That wasn't right, you couldn't think about those details about your patients, especially when it came to him.

— Come on, do you think or not? — he insisted, in a challenging tone.

— I'm not going to answer that — you just said, trying to focus on the tension points on his leg — Now you can lie down straight, I need to work on your thigh.

Lowering his head again, Fernando let out a long sigh, his eyes fixed on the roof of the tent. However, if you expected him to remain silent after your denial, you were sadly mistaken.

— I think about it…

— About what you like?

— About what you like — the driver replied, emphasizing “you”.

The statement made you swallow hard, hands running up and down his lightly tanned skin. It wasn't like you tried to get Fernando's attention all the time, quite the opposite. You always thought you were invisible to his eyes, just a face among the entourage that accompanied him during his participation in that competition.

— I wonder if you like to take it slow or if you prefer to get straight to the point. If you like to dominate or if you prefer to be at the mercy of your partner. If you like being touched or prefer to just touch — Fernando said, his voice getting lower, almost hoarse, as he explored the possibilities — I think about your eyes rolling, your mouth open, the noise you would make if I were inside you.

— Fernando — you murmured in an almost reprimanding tone.

He suddenly sat on the massage table, his face close to yours.

— Tell me you don't think about that either. Tell me you don't think about me.

You blinked, cheeks growing hotter.

It was obvious that you thought about him. There wasn't a day that went by that you didn't think about the way he smiled, the way he ran his hand through his hair before putting the white cap with black and red details on his head. There wasn't a moment where you didn't fantasize about what it would be like to kiss him.

— I — you stammered, about to give the answer he wanted, when you realized a particularly important detail at that moment. The most important thing, actually — Linda.

Fernando blinked, looking confused.

— Linda? What about Linda?

— She's your girlfriend, you're not...

He snorted.

— She's in the past, Y/N.

— But, you…

— Just answer me, do you think about me?

The air escaped your lips shakily.

— Yes, I do. All day. All the time.

Your confession made Fernando smile, bringing his hand to your face. The look you exchanged for long seconds spoke more than any dialogue you could have had. There were no ethics classes or girlfriends that could stop what was about to happen inside that tent.

And it was to the sound of the artificial rustling of the tree leaves that you kissed Fernando.

His touch was gentle at first, as if the driver wanted to make sure you were on the same page, wanting this as much as he did. And, the moment he realized that you didn't move away from his touch, Fernando deepened the kiss, his tongue touching yours for the first time.

There was something different in the way he kissed you, a kind of thirst, as if you were an oasis in the middle of that desert. His hands held your face tightly, as if you were going to run away from his touch at any moment. As the sound of the birds was drowned out by your own pulse, you were sure you would never leave that place as long as you were there. And you made sure to make that clear by nibbling on his lower lip when Fernando pulled away slightly, completely panting.

Opening your eyes, you met his green-stained gaze. That made you feel the same heat as the first day, when you introduced yourself to him as the physiotherapist who would accompany him during the competition. There was an intensity that permeated it, a glow that you hadn't identified until that moment, but that became clear in a split second.

It was desire. It always had been.

— Fernando? — you heard someone say.

You didn't have time to say anything before he turned his face away, running a nervous hand through his hair. His gaze went to the entrance of the tent, his expression undeniably tense, as if he had done something he shouldn't have done.

And, in a way, he had. You both had.

Alberto's smile as he entered the tent made his stomach turn. Did he know what you had done? Did he imagine that his best friend had just kissed the physical therapist?

— Is there a problem, Galle? — Fernando asked, in a calm, almost natural tone — Y/N is finishing looking at my foot.

— The one that's clicking?

— Yeah, that one — you managed to say, your hands cold as ice.

— Injured?

— Not yet — the driver replied — Apparently it could evolve if I’m not careful. I'm going to see Edo to do some tests when I’m back.

— Well, if you say so — Alberto murmured — The mechanics were adjusting the axle and wanted to talk to you. Are you done there?

Exchanging a brief look, Fernando knew the answer almost immediately. You wouldn’t be able to touch him again, especially after that kiss.

— Yes, Y/N is done here — he said, while you nodded — Tell them I'm coming.

Alberto just said 'ok' before leaving the tent, leaving you two alone. Fernando's gaze on you seemed to burn into your skin, trying to read your body expression and, above all, your face.

— Y/N?

— Yeah, Fernando?

— See you later? — he asked, in a low voice.

— Later?

— In your motorhome. I think we can… Continue our conversation there.

An involuntary smile appeared on his lips.

— After dinner? — you questioned, as he got up from the table.

— Don't you want me to prepare my omelet for you? — he smiled, before putting on his flip flops.

— Definitely not — a laugh escaped his lips — It's disgusting.

— It was Edo who recommended it to me.

— Because he is crazy. You both are.

— Maybe we are — Fernando replied, walking towards the entrance of the tent — See you, Y/N.

— See you.

[mellowsadistic]

The Magician's Game - Chapter 11

Madelyn’s New Life

Maddy sucked her thumb lustily as she toddled out on stage. She was dressed in a sparkly pink t-shirt that looked like it was designed for a ten-year-old. The words “Daddy’s Little Girl” were written across the front in sequins, and it was so tight that the outline of her large, braless breasts were clearly visible beneath it, her nipples jutting out obscenely. Below the waist, she wore a tiny pink miniskirt; the plastic waistband of her diaper stuck at least two inches out of the top, and the thick white padding flashed between her thighs with every step she took. Her long, newly blonde hair was tied up in a pair of high pigtails that jiggled about as she walked, tickling the sides of her face. She thought about how ridiculous she must look, and felt her pussy moisten.

Once she reached the lectern in the middle of the stage, Maddy looked out at the crowd of students sitting in rows before her. They were mostly girls, staring at her with expressions of shock and disgust and second-hand embarrassment. The few men in the room were looking at her wide-eyed, and Maddy giggled as she noticed a few tents appearing in the fronts of their jeans. Her thumb started to work a little faster in her mouth. By the time the first semester was over, she hoped she would’ve been able to wrap her lips around each and every one of their cocks and given them a good suck.

But she frowned when she saw what all the women were wearing. She didn’t think she could see even a single one of them dressed appropriately – either like dirty whores or sweet little girls. What were they thinking?! If she were a student again, she’d go to every class dressed in nothing but a tutu and a pair of fairy wings. And her nappy, of course.

Maddy giggled vapidly again. “Hi evewyone!” she said into the microphone. “Today I’m gonna talk about how girlth are weally jutht big babieth who, wike, totawwy need men to keep dem in line!” She realised her thumb was garbling her words, so she yanked it out of her mouth with a wet pop. Normally she always had to have something between her lips, usually her thumb or somebody’s cock, but talking about a woman’s rightful place was an exception. Daddy said she could keep her thumb out of her mouth for as long as she needed if she was explaining how women were just whores and maids and overgrown babies. “Oopsie!” she giggled, pulling a silly face. “I’m, like, such a dumdum! I totally forgot to stop sucking my thumbie!” She played with one of her trashy blonde pigtails and fought the urge to stick the end in her mouth and start chewing on it.

There was a stunned silence in the room. Many of the students couldn’t believe their eyes, or their ears. This had to be some sort of joke! How could Madelyn Smith, the renowned feminist activist and academic, be standing in front of them with plumped up lips and an oversized rack, dressed up like a little girl while she spouted some lisping, fetishy nonsense about how women were really just oversized babies?!

“But it’s good for girls to, like, always be sucking on something,” Maddy continued. “It means our mouths will always be wet and ready for cock! And it stops our silly bitching too. Men can just, like, shove a pacifier in our mouths when they want us to shut the fuck up! A girl’s mouth is for sucking, not talking.”

Many people in the crowd were whispering to each other now, wondering whether their professor had had some sort of nervous breakdown, or if she was suddenly going to announce this was all just a bizarre prank.

Maddy looked over to the door and saw her Daddy lounging there against the wall, smiling encouragingly at her. She grinned back at him. She loved her Daddy. It was strange, because she was pretty sure she’d used to hate him. But that was back when they were colleagues, equals, before the Magician had helped her understand her rightful place as a silly little pants-wetting cumrag. She was Daddy’s property now, and she was much happier.

She turned back to her students. “So anyway, I know this course was gonna be about, like, girls being oppressed or something, but now it’s gonna be about how girls are total dummies who deserve to be put in diapers! It’s also gonna be about, like, how to suck dick and stuff!” The muttering was growing louder and louder, but Maddy ignored it. “And you’re not gonna be able to drop out of this class either!” she said brightly. “I know a man who says he’s gonna make it so none of the girls can leave this class without failing their whole degree, so unless you want all the time and money you’ve spent at college to be, like, a total waste, then you’re gonna have to pass my exams on cocksucking and slutwear and un-potty-training!” Maddy giggled as some of the girls in the crowd exchanged confused, fearful looks. She was sure most of them didn’t believe her yet, but they would. The Magician said he was going to make sure every single one of her female students ended up as diaper-dependent sluts, and she was going to help!

At that moment, Maddy felt a slight pressure in her bladder, and she immediately started wetting herself. She let out an “Aaaaah…” of relief as the warmth spread across her groin and soaked into her nappy. Women didn’t deserve to use toilets. It was yucky and embarrassing having to go to the potty in her pants, but that just made her pussy tingle even more.

“Anyway!” she chirped, blushing and squirming in place, enjoying the sensation of her pee-soaked diaper squishing against her privates. “It’s just, like, an introduction today ‘cause I gotta go do my porn shoot! Bye-bye! I’ll see you tomorrow for our first class on how girls should dress like immature skanks!” And with that, she toddled off the stage and over to her Daddy, her tits bouncing beneath her tight top and her soaking wet nappy jiggling and drooping low between her legs.

The moment she reached him, he shoved his hand down the front of her diaper. “Oh my!” he said, “I think someone’s done a big wee-wee, hasn’t she?”

“I peed!” Maddy said happily, making him chuckle. Some of the nearest girls were staring at the scene in horror.

“That’s right, sweetie, you did go pee!” Maddy’s Daddy cooed. “What a clever girl!”

Maddy glowed with his praise and shoved her thumb back into her mouth where it belonged. She felt her Daddy’s hand cup the soggy seat of her padded bottom, and another pleasurable tingle jolted into her pussy. Her head was so foggy with happiness that she barely noticed herself being led out of the building and over to the car. She sat in the back, in her cramped car-seat, sucking her thumb dreamily and imagining it was a nice thick cock, until they arrived back at Daddy’s house. It had been her house once, but stupid little girls like her couldn’t be trusted to own anything. Daddy had explained it to her. So now it was his house.

He helped her out of her car-seat (she wasn’t allowed to undo her seatbelt by herself) and spurred her inside with a few sharp smacks on her bum. The moment she was through the door, he lifted her sparkly pink t-shirt over her head, exposing her enormous tits, and tugged her skirt down her legs so that her thoroughly soaked nappy was on full display.

“Are you ready to be Daddy’s little pornstar, sweetie?” he cooed, making Maddy giggle and wiggle her bottom happily. She loved being his pornstar!

He took her into the living room, where there was a large plastic playmat lying on the carpet. Maddy’s training potty was sitting in the corner – she didn’t get to use it much, but sometimes Daddy thought it was funny to make her sit on it and try to “make tinkles” for him.

Maddy got to her knees on her playmat and sat still while Daddy tied her bib around her neck. It was bright pink, like many things in her new life, and had the words “Daddy’s Little Whore” written across it. There was still some dried semen on it from that morning’s blowjob, and it didn’t even come close to covering her huge jugs. Her Daddy fiddled about behind the camera that was pointing in their direction, and then he smiled and walked over to her.

“Ready, sweetie?” he asked, unzipping his fly and taking out his cock. “This one is going to be called Ex-Feminist Sucks Dick in a Pissy Pamper.”

Maddy bounced up and down on her bottom in excitement, her nappy squishing wetly beneath her. “I’m, like, an ex-feminist in a pissy Pamper!” she squealed.

“That’s right, sweetie,” her Daddy said with a laugh. “You are.” He smirked down at the woman who had once been such a bitch to him when they’d worked together at the college, and shoved his cock between her eager lips. “And that’s all you’ll ever be.”

[deliciousangelfestival]

Switched Sides 2 - Lloyd Hansen Series

Character: Lloyd Hansen x former Hitman!FemaleReader

Summary: Y/N L/N quit her job as a hitman to take care of her nephew after her stepbrother died. It’s been a year since she became a good aunt to her nephews, and she wants to keep it that way. But her quiet life got disturbed when her former boss asked for her help.

Warning: Nothing.

A/N: Reblog and any feedback are much appreciated. I love reading all your comments and funny GIF.

Chapter 1 , Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4 , Last Chapter

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Disaster. 

That's the perfect way to describe the situation. Today is supposed to be the first day of the school's anniversary celebration. 

Every participant for the bazaar was scattering around to pick up all their stuff and set up their tent back to the correct position because a strong force of wind flew all their property, including Y/N vegan brownies cake. 

A helicopter suddenly landed in the middle of the football field near the food bazaar. 

Every parent, teacher and student was shocked by what happened, and they were even more surprised when people that came out wearing black suits like a secret service approached Y/N.

"Y/N L/N, we need your help." The person standing in front of her is her former colleague Bruno. His code name is 'Poison'. 

She knows the only person who will use this method is Lloyd Hansen. 

"Y/N, you're not in trouble, right?" A trembling voice came from Jenny, who stood behind Y/N, along with others who were confused with the situation in front of them. 

–Flashback Starts–

Everyone was busy setting up their tent, including Y/N until a strong wind and loud sound approached the school.

"Is that a helicopter?

"What happened?" 

"Oh my god, are there terrorists at school?"

"No, the decoration is ruined because of the wind!!!"

"Catch the flower buckets!!! That flowers are imported!!!"

–Flashback Ends–

"No, ma'am, the country needs her help." Bruno fixes his aviator, acting friendly towards Jenny. She would never believe this man is dangerous because he uses hazardous chemicals to finish his target.

Jenny grabs Y/N's hand. "If you ever need help, call me. My father knew a few senators."

Lloyd knew a few senators too, and he kept them like figure dolls. He's far more powerful than senators. 

"Thank you." Y/N tapped Jenny's hand to assure her that she was okay.

"Give me your car keys; my subordinate will drive your car back to your home."

Y/N gave him the car keys. She doesn't need to tell her address. They have known it beforehand.

"You could bring your…" Bruno pointed at the little human underneath him. "Nephew's with you."

With Kendall in her arms, and her other hand holding Mark, she entered the helicopter quickly so they could leave the school as soon as possible. 

"Wow, this is so cool, Aunty." 

The helicopter starts to go up, and everyone is in their seat. From the window, Mark saw his classmate look jealous. He lifted his middle finger towards them, but his aunt lowered his hand. "That's rude."

Mark felt embarrassed and lowered his head. "Sorry, Aunty." Y/N shook her head and then checked on the little one who sat on her lap and wore a cancelling headphone noise. 

She thought Kendall would be scared, but he's enjoying it. His short legs keep moving up and down. 

Bruno sat near her, surprised to see her being gentle, "You've changed, Y/N."

Y/N looked at Bruno, not amused; the way he picked her up would ruin her cover as a regular aunt, and people at the school will ask questions. 

"Was it necessary to make an entrance like this?"

Bruno chuckled. "If you didn't ignore him, today wouldn't have happened. Every cause has consequences."

She scoffed, "He must be desperately asking me for help."

"Oh, he is. And we need old Y/N to come back."

Mark clenched her shirt, and she felt it. He must be scared thinking about her old job. Her fingers gently brushed his hair, and she said, "It's gonna be alright."

They have arrived at the top of the building. Y/N knew this place was one of their headquarters, and the location was in the same city. It's better this way than their usual hideout place inside the forest; kids will get scared. 

"Wait here", said Bruno and left them.

After waiting for 5 minutes, the owner of the building appeared. He was standing tall with a well-built body. He'd wearing a black shirt, a leader jacket, beige pants and black shoes. 

Lloyd smiled. "Hi, pumpkin, did you miss me?" 

Y/N does not answer because she is pissed. Lloyd understands her anger. So he wants to mess with the tiny little guest by saying, "I'm your father."

Kendall, who was silent this whole time, suddenly cried, "Waaa…not daddy." 

Y/N clicked her tongue; she rubbed his back to calm him down. "Thanks, Lloyd. It took half an hour to stop his crying."

"Uupss." Lloyd chuckled; he didn't feel sorry even one bit. 

"What do you want?"

"I need your help since you are the best tracker in the team."

"You said my method is old-fashioned."

"Here's a thing, since I ruined a tourist attraction in some European country, the Big Boss boss banned me from doing any damage."

When Y/N is still working with him, they always argue about how to get their target. She preferred quiet but deadly, while Lloyd chose loud and messy. 

"Who do you need to catch?"

"You agree to help?" Lloyd raised his eyebrows, and he was surprised she quickly agreed. 

"If I don't do it, you will bother me again until I say yes. What will I get if I do you a favour?"

"A medicine for him." Lloyd looks at Kendall.  

"I know you have the money for his oral medicine, but you must wait a year. If you help me, I will give you the medicine tomorrow."

"How?"

"Let's just say there's a patient that doesn't deserve it."

That's a sign she should stop asking. 

"Aunty." Y/N looked down at Mark, who wanted to cry. 

"I'll be alright. Could you watch Kendall for a while?"

"Nooo." He shook his head and stomped his foot. 

Lloyd doesn't want to hear a kid crying in his place. "Bring him, he won't understand anything."

They moved to another floor. On their way to the control room, Mark saw a sports car inside the building. How did they get the sports car into the skyscraper? 

He looked up at Lloyd with adoring eyes. Lloyd felt this kid was watching him, so he just smiled back. 

*****

"So, who is this?"

"An accountant of the drug cartel."

"He picked the wrong enemy?"

"Yup, and the CIA want to use him to put the drug cartel to jail. But the problem is, he's good at hiding."

"Give me his profile."

Y/N read the profiles thoroughly and picked maps. Her fingers traced the map, then picked a red marker to make an 'X' sign "He's here."

"How did you know?"

"He's a loner, and doesn't have many friends, so I saw his GPS history, sometimes he always visits the area around his university. He felt safe in a place that was nostalgic to him. So that means…"

Y/N pointed at the 'X' sign on the map. "He's here."

"You heard her; send the team around that area." Lloyd gave an order to his subordinates.

"Can we go home now?"

"No, stay here until we find him. I don't want to go back and forth to pick you up. The gas for the helicopter is expensive."

"Ugh, fine."

******

While waiting for the result, Lloyd ensured three of them got comfortable. He notices Y/N's nephew doesn't feel scared, perhaps because they know her aunt is there to protect them. 

"You haven't put him down since you got here. Your arms don't get numb?"

Kendall rested his head on her chest, sleeping while his mouth opened. For Y/N, looking at Kendall is this calm, and her tiredness is gone. "No, he's not heavy."

"Hmm, I understand why he loves being in your arms."

Lloyd leaned his head on her shoulder and hugged her left side. "Because I felt home every time I rested my head on your chest." He winked at her. She pushed him away, but he won't budge.

He wants to move away from her, but because of the little kid, she smells like a baby, and he likes her new smell. 

Mark looked at this man acting close to Y/N. He whispered in her ear, "Aunty, is he your boyfriend?"

Lloyd smiled at the innocent question. "Yes, yes, I am." He has this proud look on his face and gives a peck on Y/N's cheek. 

His moustache tickled her, so she pushed him away. "Don't give him any ideas."

"Mister, why did you call aunty Y/N pumpkin?"

"Because that's her favourite food."

"Really?" He doesn't know his aunt's favourite food, while she knows their likes and dislikes. 

Mark's eyes sparkled, this man had a helicopter, and cars, owned many computers, and he knew Y/N's favourite food. He's cool.

*****

After 4 hours, she finally got the news. 

Lloyd wears a big smile on his face. "They caught him. I knew I could count on you."

Y/N, while carrying Kendall and Mark, they immediately stand up from their seat. "Great. So send us back home."

"Eh, I want to invite you to have dinner together."

"Lloyd, you don't like kids."

"I could tolerate them as long as I'm with you."

"My patience has its limits." Not just her but the kids too. She could sense her nephew getting bored and exhausted. If they don't go home, both boys will start their tantrums. 

"Alright." He offered a handshake when she wanted to shake his hand. Lloyd suddenly pulled her into his arm and kissed her cheek. "I'll see you tomorrow."

Lloyd wasn't kidding. The next day he visited her at her house to deliver medicine for Kendall. 

She doesn't know I'd the medicine worked well or not, but it made Kendall sleepy. At least this time, he's not crying in pain. 

Since Kendall fell asleep, she couldn't pick Mark up at school. That means she needs to ask a favour. "Lloyd, could you get my nephew at school?"

"Am I a chauffeur now?" 

She didn't answer. Instead, she gave him a killer gaze at him, which made Lloyd nod. "Alright, but I want to have dinner with you tonight."

******

Never in a million years would Lloyd think he would step into school again.

While he walks around looking for Mark, every mother and nanny who waited for their kids is looking at Lloyd. It's easy to spot him since he's the tallest person in the area. His style is also modest and stylish. 

Then he heard a bunch of kids surrounding one kid; he knew who it was. 

Mark is standing alone while his classmates are in the group. His cheeks were red because he was frustrated. "Why can't I join the marathon tomorrow?"

"That's because you don't have a father. It's a father-son marathon."

"What if you team up with our gym teacher? Everyone knows he likes your aunty."

Mark stomped his foot. "No!!!" He doesn't want his gym teacher as his running partner, that would be cheating, and Mark doesn't want his teacher to get close to Y/N. 

Then he felt a shadow covering him, and he saw his friend stepping back while their eyes looked up. 

He raised his head and saw the person he met yesterday, Mister Lloyd. 

Suddenly he got an idea; with his little body, he clung to Lloyd's leg like a koala and looked at his friend. "He is my aunt's boyfriend, and I will join the marathon tomorrow with him!!!"

It's not just Mark's friends who were shocked but also Lloyd. This will be the first time an 8-year-old kid dumbfounded Lloyd.

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For Jack and Amélie:

8. Who sleeps in their underwear (or naked)/ Who sleeps in their pajamas?

19. Who loves to call the other one cute names?

22. Who goes all out for Valentine’s Day?

23. Who asks who out on the first date?

31. Who is more affectionate?

8. Who sleeps in their underwear (or naked)/ Who sleeps in their pajamas?

Before you Jack sleeps in PJ bottoms and a t-shirt, he’s very insecure about the scars on his body and doesn’t like to look at them, he doesn’t think anyone else will either. When the two of you get together, he sleeps in boxer shorts because he loves the sensation of your skin against his. You make him feel a lot more comfortable about his body and he begins to relax a lot more about being undressed.

You have no problems sleeping naked, you like the feel of cool sheets across your skin. If you’re feeling vulnerable you’ll throw on one of Jack’s shirts because the scent of him always clings to the fabric, you find it reassuring as you drift off to sleep.

19. Who loves to call the other one cute names?

Jack is exceptionally fond of calling you ma chérie, in private and in public. After the relationship is out, he uses it purposefully to mark his territory. You’re an attractive woman and he likes to make sure everyone knows exactly who you belong to. In private it’s a mark of love, you are the dearest thing to him in this world and he likes to make sure you know it.

22. Who goes all out for Valentine’s Day?

Valentine’s Day has never been a big thing for either one of you. Jack’s never been with a partner long enough for it to become a thing and you’ve always been disappointed in the past so you don’t get your hopes up.

Your first Valentine’s day together is in secret. Jack sends your favourite flowers to your apartment building because he doesn’t want to raise questions with your colleagues. He cooks an intimate meal for the two of you, selecting your favourite wine, setting a romantic scene and then he spends the entire night worshipping you like a goddess.

The second Valentine’s day the secret is out. Jack sends flowers to your office to remind you of how loved you are before he picks you up after work and takes you on a trip. The two of you spend a weekend in Napa, drunk on wine and each other.

23. Who asks who out on the first date?

The first date is a complete accident. Jack’s finishing up a dinner meeting in a high end restaurant and is on the way out when he sees you sitting there alone with a glass of wine and a notebook. At first he assumes you’ve been stood up and it guts him because you deserve better than that. He takes care of your bill and has dessert sent to your table. When the waitress sets the Lava Cake down in front of you, you’re surprised, especially when he takes the seat across from you. The two of you end up sharing the cake and a couple more drinks and before Jack knows it, he’s taking you back to his place and fucking you against the window in his apartment. You end up staying the night and the rest is history.

31. Who is more affectionate?

Initially you are the more affectionate one, Jack craves affection but struggles to ask for it. You pick up on that very quickly and are very open with your touches, you never withhold. It takes a little while for Jack to acclimatise to that, he’s not used to having someone care about him in that way. It’s around the third date after he takes off his shirt that he becomes a bit braver, he’s a little tentative at first, but you are very reassuring.

Once things become serious between the two of you, Jack has his hands on you all the time because he knows you’re here to stay.

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[[ EVENT START ]] :: "Patrilineal Puppetry"

💡 HOMURA ASTOR HAS ARRIVED AT THE MANOR! 💡

[[ Tag asks with💡to talk to Homura! ]]

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"after a fall from grace, he'll rebuild his troupe by any means necessary."

"fear is the hand that pulls your strings / useless toy, pitiful plaything."

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ALIAS :: "The Ringmaster" [formerly The Hypnotist] AGE :: ??? [Believed to be in mid-to-late forties. Refuses to disclose.] IMPORTANT RELATIONS :: "Carrie Astor" - Daughter // Haruhi Astor - Ex-Wife // Bernard [of Hullabaloo Circus] - Childhood Friend, Rival // Ada Mesmer - Former Colleague SKILLS :: Hypnotism, Puppeteering, Deal-Making

FACTION :: Hunter

APPEARANCE :: The Ringmaster stands tall and proud in direct contrast to his daughter, and is around 6''6. His black hair is usually short and well-kept, but he's neglected it for long enough that it reaches the nape of his neck and the fringe almost covers his eyes.

His right eye is covered from view by a simple medical patch, secured with bands. It seems too big to just be covering said eye, as if the concealed damage spread, and is otherwise affixed firmly to his face to prevent any light getting beneath it. His left is normal, hazel coloured, but it tends to stare directly forwards instead of having any sense of direction.

Around his neck, he wears a watch on a chain. This is engraved with the Muse Mark, boasting both a small clock and a photograph in opposing sides. The latter depicts a young man and woman who appear to be at a showground, dressed in appropriate performance attire with a tent in the background. Nobody except the three in the Astor family have witnessed this photo, as it was taken when Homura and Haruhi were young lovers.

He wears a black button-down shirt and pants, the only embellishments being red curlicues sewn on the collar. Above this, he's regularly seen with a black waistcoat adorned with shining red buttons. His shoes are always polished black dress shoes, no matter how casual the occasion.

The oddity in his design, however, lies in the control bar strapped to his back: the black cross of wood, often seen manipulating a marionette, but crafted as an oversized mimic. Its strings wrap around his arms and legs in an unruly spiral, slicing through fabric and skin indiscriminately. Though the man’s own blood dries upon these strings, it is the very control bar that he brandishes as a blunt-force weapon in-game.

PAST :: Homura was a childhood friend to Bernard, the ringmaster of Hullabaloo, and was compliant in helping the troupe form - doing tricks diligently, even as the group rose into popularity and he was cast aside for newer, more interesting acts. So he broke away, attempting to form his own - Sparkslide. This he ran alongside his wife with his daughter as his pawn, for a time that she no longer remembers. After all, he'd spent many years honing his acts, particularly hypnotism. He has unspecified ties to Ada, as she's a hypnotherapist, but declines having worked at the White Sands Street asylum.

He was summoned to Oletus Manor with the promise of everyone there [the survivors] brimming with potential for the troupe, and a possibility of revenge by taking in some of the past Hullabaloo members to that number: even Carrie when she'd run away to join that rival troupe.

All he had to do was use his hypnotism to the Baron's benefit, helping muddle the memories and recall of the participants' lives beyond the games, hollowing them out and making everything easier for the Baron to manipulate. He had no clue that he'd be included in a game himself, eventually, but it'd likely be Carrie's. She's his closest connection in the manor, and he fears that she'll crush his chance of dominion.

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When You Speak...

Part 1

You accepted this job as an english professor/private tutor of Min Yoongi, who is the reason why your schedule is unbelievable. You don't complain though as the pay is extremely better than the one you have in the US so you did not hesitate to move to South Korea as soon as you receive the job offer.

The night before your flight, your dad asked if you aren't backing down from the job because a. He's going to miss you and b. His colleagues from work knows who Min Yoongi is.

You sure with this?

Dad, we talked about this already. You know I need this for my PhD application.

You know I could help you with that. I can just make a few calls or write a che-

Dad, you let out a puff, I want to this on my own. I know I could do this.

Alright honey. Just please take care of yourself and don't forget to eat your meals.

You saw Jungkook wave as he started to jog towards you from the parking lot. He's wearing a white CK shirt, oversized jeans and Vans. His piercings glistened over the skate park lights and his man bun bounced as he sat beside you.

Hey, you're here, you said.

Jungkook smiled and took out his phone to type. A robotic voice said Wouldn't miss this for the world.

See, Jungkook is on vocal rest for a week and you haven't heard him speak ever since you met him in that conference room when he accidentally busted in while you were having a discussion with Min Yoongi.

What you don't know though is that Jungkook is the same guy you spent 7 months talking to online as he was one of your ESL students. He introduced himself as Ian.

Your skate nights with Jungkook usually starts at 7pm and ends during the wee hours of the night, around 2am in a tteokbokki tent a few minutes away from the park.

But tonight would be different.

Both you and Jungkook were practicing that skateboard flip at the middle of the skate ring.

In the count of 3, you will jump and I'm gonna flip the board and you have to land on it okay?

Jungkook smiled and nod his head.

Okay, 1.. 2 - hold on, I think it's better if you hold my -

Jungkook immediately grabbed your hands, to which you said (while trying hard not to laugh) No not my hands, should be my arms so it would support both of us better.

Oh, Jungkook mouthed.

Alright you ready? 1... 2... 3... now!

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anyway dick grayson’s a fucking hero 

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💗 One Piece characters as shoujo manga stereotypes (pt. 1/?)

a/n: i recently discovered that my love @eustasssimp and i share the same deep passion for shoujo manga. we probably have read them all and basically yelled at each other for three days straight about them. for me, shoujo manga had a HUGE influence on my wish to start writing again, i bascially owe them every fluff piece on this blog omg. Lemon is the reason those headcanons were born, feeding me with so many good ideas that occupied my brain for several days straight. just love putting our favorite men in those silly litte scenarios with you (ﾉ´ з `)ノ

Kid 

the ill tempered, grumpy male lead

never wears his school uniform the right way, something’s always off – no necktie, the fire red hair (which is his natural color but the teachers don’t believe him), wears too many shiny accessories and make up (his winged liner is on point)

everyone has a crush on him and he hates it, cusses everyone out who makes an attempt to get closer to him

he opens his locker and a dozen love letters fall out of it, he tears them apart on the spot and stomps away with angry flushed cheeks to probably rob some poor kid of their lunch money

he doesn’t buy proper lunch from it, just a big pack of energy drinks he downs within half an hour, vibrating in his seat during afternoon classes

eats his lunch with Killer (who made bento for both of them) on the rooftop where the people don’t find them

close up shots of them biting in onigiri, veiny hands holding chopsticks, long lashes that sparkle in the sunset (it’s noon but for the special effects the sun is setting, okay)

during The Field Trip Camping Arc™ Kid will yell at everyone who fails to put up their tent, building them up himself while huffing and puffing

he’s also the one that goes missing during the obligatory rain storm, making everyone worried until he returns out of the blue, probably carrying a puppy in his arms he rescued 

HERO OF THE DAY AND HE HATES IT

will complain to Killer all night about it as they lay in their sleeping bags, the puppy curled up between them (you wished that was you huh), but he’ll fall asleep with a slight smile though

Killer

the stoic, quiet side kick 

his mask stays ON despite school rules. also how else would anyone know he’s the sidekick if he didn’t have a quirky accessoire 

lowkey everyone has a crush on him too. it’s a shoujo manga, everyone crushes on everyone here

Killer gets his own spin off in the chapter cover art or as his own series once the main act is finished because he stole the show so often and became a fan favorite

he’s the head of the school’s food club, hosting cooking lessons once a week and rambling about the power and beauty of a good meal

every petition to turn it into an pasta exclusive club failed and he’s bitter about it, still only teaching recipes you can eat with a mask on

everyone is intimidated by him and then he just brings out tiny cupcakes he baked during cooking class and shares with everyone

master of cake decor – he might look scary but oh boy can he do those filigree sugar coatings with ease

knows Kid comes from a rough home and therefore makes him a bento every day to make sure his friend eats a proper meal at least once a day 

he’s still waiting for Kid to notice the hidden messages he wrote in ketchup on his omelet, asking him to be more than just a friend

Rayleigh 

the way too sexy home room teacher everyone has a crush on

like he sparkles a little when he enters the classroom and everyone’s heart just goes doki doki

his subjects are history and PE 

on PE days he walks around in a tight shirt and loose sweatpants, hair in a loose bun, making people clench their chest when he walks by 

has the biggest crush on his colleague Roger and it’s obvious to everyone except Roger

he almost got suspended once because he used the money for the field trip for gambling but luckily his class hosted a cake sale (Killer being the initiator) to raise funds and save the day

he’s a strict teacher but also a very kind one, always fighting dearly for his students while also showing them no mercy during tests

though he might “accidentally” leave the test answers written on the blackboard

can survive the field trips only with a little flask in his pocket and trusts his student enough to survive on their own while he checks out the hot springs with his colleague Roger

he gets his spotlight in the bonus panels where the mangaka just goes unhinged about him, giving the fans what they want (dilf on dilf action)

Roger 

the headmaster and PE teacher that walks around in booty shorts and a tank top that are just a little too tight but no one is complaining, just enjoying the view 

has the biggest crush on his colleague Rayleigh and it’s obvious to everyone except Rayleigh

a menace in the staff room, leaving his belongings on every desk except his own (it doesn’t go unnoticed by him that Rayleigh lets Roger’s worn tank top disappear in his bag, just as planned)

loves the kids and spending time with them during their break, playing skipping rope or ping-pong with them and battling them at the cafeteria over the last strawberry pastry until Rayleigh shoots him a glance

will twirl his hair at Rayleigh asking if he’s getting anyone chocolate for Valentine’s Day and won’t sleep at night when Rayleigh confirms that he will give some chocolate out, yes

big men, big feelings

Roger plans to confess during The Field Trip Camping Arc™ but always gets interrupted for some silly reason (the soda vending machine is broken, one student forgot to pack socks, the class troublemaker gotten lost in the woods during a rainstorm)

the fanfiction writers for both are going feral

they kiss in the bonus panels of the very last volume <3

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Could you write something steamy with reader and either edward or scarecrow from arkham knight? Nothing specific, go wild👀

Love your works, btw

Greasing The Wheels (fic)

Pairing: Riddler/Reader/Scarecrow (4.2k)

Part TWO

(warnings: threesome, rough oral sex, spitroasting, choking, mild painplay, bdsm elements, needleplay, exhibitionism, sadism, masochism, free use)

Whatever negotiations had taken place regarding their roles and promises to the plans of the other were privy to themselves and themselves alone but your role in the proceeding had been made explicitly clear by Edward as he prepped you for the events ahead.

Do whatever Crane asks of you; demonstrate to him how skilled you are and how well you have been trained under my careful hand. Do that and you will show me how deserving you are of my time and attention as my favourite toy.

Smoothing out the hem of your shirtdress as your name is called, the brilliant green colour standing out beautifully against your skin, you stand tall as you enter the room almost silently, the rubber on the soles of your shoes masking any noise against the uneven flooring of the room.

Both men are standing, watching you expectantly. Approval is clear on Edward’s face as he takes in your simple yet pretty dress. Despite the role which you fill for him, he was often vocally disapproving of more revealing costumes, distaste making him scowl as he questioned if you worked as a whore when you were not present with him.

It was curious but whatever standard he held you to was his prerogative and you did appreciate the lack of necessary pageantry.

“This is my colleague,” Edward’s familiar voice fills the small room and you smile at him openly in greeting, “Dr. Jonathan Crane, more commonly known to the denizens of Gotham as the Scarecrow.”

He pauses and you take the unspoken hint.

“Hello, Dr. Crane.” You offer sweetly, ignoring the nerves which made your palms feel wet as you take in the tall figure who stands by Edward’s side; the infamous Scarecrow himself, in the flesh.

He is in full costume -one which you have seen many times on the evening news- the hood of his jacket pulled around his head to cast much of his face in shadow as he stands almost as tall as Edward. Only the gas filters peek out from the depths and your attention is quickly drawn to the various metal contraptions which decorate his body, from the brace which is wrapped around his left leg to the metal gauntlet which twinkles threateningly in the bare light.

“Go on.” Edward twists his hands to shuffle his fingers in a mocking motion. “Show the good doctor just how well you can perform, pet.”

Taking a seat on the wooden stool which lay just before the workbench which he could usually be found hunched over, Edward watches with a heated gaze as you take a tentative step towards Crane’s position. His oversized shirt is as open as ever, the lurid question marked pattern which is splashed across the fabric marred in places by the smudges of oil and grease which generally coat his appearance.

His green goggles long since abandoned, the oil on Edward’s face had been given a quick wipe before Crane’s arrival but he had neglected to wipe at his upper body and clear fingerprints of oil were visible amongst the sparse dark chest hair which peeked out from the top of his stained off-white vest.

Reaching Crane’s position, a wicked mixture of arousal and fear swirls within your gut and your thighs shuffle together as you feel the growing dampness within your core.

Edward had never shared you before but the idea was one which you had welcomed; agreeing to his demands based only on the promise of future rewards to come.

From here, Crane’s face is much clearer and you stare at him with a passive smile as you take in the damage of his torn visage. The majority of his features are hidden by his mask but one of his eyes holds a milky quality which suggest blindness and you can see the scarring which is partially hidden below the burlap. Looking at the seams, you can see that the edges of his mask have been sewn into the skin in certain areas and you hide your grimace behind your smile as you focus on the nervous energy which is guiding you.

“Foolish little pet.” Crane’s low tones send a shiver running down your spine as the words envelop you like a dark mist. “So brazen to stand before the Scarecrow and let him do what he wants with her.”

Blinking up at him, you open your mouth to respond but the words are stolen from you as his gauntlet glints in the light while his hand snaps up to wrap around your chin, pinning you into place.

His vice-like grip of your jaw forcing your head to tilt back further, your eyes lock on to his milky gaze as his deep, gravelly tones wash over you once again.

“And what is your greatest fear, my dear? I think it’s best not to keep secrets, particularly between new friends.”

“My grea- what?” Thrown off by the unexpected question, your eyes flick to Edward in panic as his body visibly stiffens while Crane continues to speak.

“What anxieties make your blood turn to ice in your veins and your mind stutter to a frightened halt? What thoughts drag you from the comfort of delusion and into the depths of reality?”

He flexes his gauntlet, the metal crunching with the small movement, and the sight of the needles in your peripheral vision cause an instinctive flinch to overcome you as your arm raises to hang off his thin forearm, his heavy jacket cold beneath your touch.

“Just say the word and we could discover them together.”

Fear blossoms in your chest, making your breath come sharply as your mind whirls into a sudden panic. You knew what his toxin could do. There wasn’t a soul in Gotham who didn’t fear being taken by the Scarecrow.

“Crane.” A growl of warning from Edward as he moves slowly to stand behind you, the heat of his body on your own making you squirm afresh as you press into him for safety.

“Edward.” Crane responds, amusement subtle in his heavy tone.

“You know my rules and if you attempt to break my favourite toy then I will reciprocate in an equally childish manner by seeing to it that your new upcoming leg brace design delivers a sequential and painful shock to your nasty withered limb.”

A gasp escapes your clenched jaw as Edward’s hand snakes itself around your waist possessively, his palm travelling up to settle atop your dress in the space just below your breasts.

“Such a lovely little toy,” Crane drops his hand from your jaw to wrap his cool fingers gently around your neck, your breath hitching in response, “it truly would be a shame to destroy it completely. Your master tells me you serve him willingly?”

His words are demanding, and you nod meekly as you breathe around his clenched fingers.

“Yes, Sir. And I am here to do the same for you,” you pause, “if you want.”

“The get to it.” He growls, releasing your neck.

Your hands drop to his slacks immediately, fumbling with the zipper there messily as the heat of Edward’s breath in your ear makes you feel dizzy. While not as physically attractive as Edward, there is something compelling in how Crane speaks and carries himself, despite his injuries, which makes you eager to please.

Pulling his cock free of his slacks, you glance down to see that it is as ordinary as any other; a thick patch of dark pubic hair covering the base of his shaft as his half-hard length lays hot and heavy in your palm. He’s longer than Edward but not as thick and from here you can see a prominent vein on the underside of his shaft which makes your mouth water slightly as you picture running the flat of your tongue along it.

Unlike the rest of his body you had felt so far, his cock is warm and you run your hand along the length of it, encouraging him to relax into your grip as his masked expression remains unchanging.

Behind you, Edward’s hands are warm against your hips as he massages the skin there with a firm pressure, the sensation making your bite your lips as a floaty feeling of disassociating settles in your heart. It’s almost unreal, the scene you’ve found yourself in as you pleasure a noted madman while enjoying the pleasures of another.

Edward’s fingers drop lazily to push up under the hem of your dress and stroke along the thin fabric of your panties. Gasping, you push into his hand greedily, taking the sharp pangs of pleasure like a woman deprived as you focus on continuing to draw your hand across Crane’s rapidly hardening cock.

Grinding your ass into Edward’s groin, you feel him press against you more harshly as his vest rubs against the back of your dress shirt. As you tilt your head back, you can feel the harsh stubble of his jaw against your neck and you purr out your approval as you swirl your fingers around the head of the cock within your grip; the movement earning you a grunt from Crane as he takes a small step forward to give you easier access.

A fresh set of hands on your body draw a gasp from your throat as Crane’s gauntleted hand comes to replace Edward’s missing hand on your hip and his free hand comes to rest on the top button of your dress shirt. With a quick movement, his fingers rip down the dress and the tinkle of the first few buttons as they rip from the dress and fall to the floor is melodic.

Your lack of bra now apparent, a slight growl reverberates from both men as Edward speaks into your ear.

“What do we have here, sweetheart? Is your mind so frail that you are incapable of dressing yourself properly?”

Flustered, your response is again stolen from you by Crane’s free hand as it dips within your ripped dress and grips your left breast roughly, kneading the sensitive skin as your hand stutters on his cock for a moment. His grip is not kind and a low keen of pained pleasure escapes you, the noise growing a touch higher as Edward slips a finger past your underwear as he thrusts it within you without ceremony.

Chilled fingers roll your peaked nipple between them, switching between and tugging the sensitive buds until you are a whimpering mess as you remain pinned between both men; the heels of your feet rising as you fight to escape the onslaught.

“She is very receptive, amusingly so.” As casual as his words are, there is a definite note of arousal within Crane’s words and you feel a flush of pleasure at the appreciative comment. “I can see why you dedicate the time to play with her.”

Heats coils in your gut as Edward’s finger curls within you, stroking that little spot that he has long since discovered drives you wild.

“She is well trained and a quick study.” Edward purrs with a huff of laughter. “I would not accept any less and I do not brook disobedience.”

“Do you share her often?”

“Rarely. There are very few who even approach my brilliance enough to be allowed the right.”

A sigh of relief as Crane releases your chest but his fingers were quick to continue their assault on your dress as he ripped free the remaining buttons. Now exposed save for your thin panties, a shudder of anxious arousal rolls through you and you rub your thumb along the head of Crane’s cock, spreading the small beads of pre-cum there as his pink tongue appears to run over non-existent lips.

Both men continue to speak about you as though you are not pinned between them.

“A beautiful specimen. If you tire of her then I would be happy to relieve you of her.”

Behind your head, you can feel Edward shake his head.

“Unlikely. She is mine. A claim you will soon understand as you sample her other talents.”

A voice right in your ear.

“Show him.”

Pulling his finger free of you with an obscene noise, a whine of disappointment draws from your throat as your approaching peak is robbed from you. Regardless, you follow his instructions as you slip free of his grasp and push your body flush against Crane to allow the wet warmth of your sex to brush against his hard cock as you writhe against him

“Wanton little creature.” Crane growls, his hands now settling on your waist as he peers down at you with an icy heat radiating from his good remaining eye.

A low yelp escapes your throat as he roughly pushes you towards the wooden stool which Edward had recently vacated. Cold air washes across your exposed chest and stomach and with it comes a shiver of mixed chill and arousal as Crane forces you to stand before the seat.

“Take them off.” A demand from the monster.

Obliging him, your fingers are quick to hook around the fabric of your panties and pull them past your thighs, legs stepping free of them as they fall to the floor.

“Sit.”

The length of your dress is enough to prevent the rough wood from sitting directly against your ass as you perch on the stool. Your thighs feel damp with your arousal and the urge to slip your fingers between your legs, to provide some relief to your aching core, is strong but you can sense that such a thing would be a bad move.

The cool metal of his gauntlet resting against your knee makes you gasp as the sharp ends of the needles graze the sensitive skin near the top of your thighs. Anxiety floods your system but you fight to quell it quickly by reminding yourself of Edward’s earlier words.

Dragging the needles down the soft skin of your thighs, a shudder dissolves into a low moan as his other hand comes to grip the flesh of your inner thigh roughly. The knuckles of his fingers brush your lips as he gropes the skin there and you spread your legs slightly to give him easier access.

The movement earns a hum of approval as he grinds his knuckles against your clit in a sudden motion, one which causes your body to jolt in place as though shocked. Fiery pleasure courses through you at the rough treatment after such neglect and you roll your hips into his hand as your eyes drop to his cock; your small teeth appearing to worry your lip as you realise that you want him to fuck you.

Perhaps sensing your mood, or following your gaze, Crane clears his throat hoarsely.

“Stand up and turn around. I think it’s time I took advantage of the generosity of our mutual friend, dear.”

Following the instruction, you don’t miss the slight inclination of Crane’s head towards Edward as he drops his gauntlet-free hand to his own cock, stroking himself roughly.

Bending across the stool, your breasts hang free of the wood as it presses against your sternum with a harsh pressure. Glancing to the side, you watch as Edward pierces you with his intelligent gaze; his emerald eyes taking in every small movement and reaction as his hand palms the visible tent in his slacks.

He was enjoying this little show.

At the realisation, a flush of colour graces your cheeks and a fresh surge of arousal floods you as a rough hand grips at the hair atop your scalp, making you grunt in surprise.

The thick head of Crane’s cock bumps clumsily against your slit and his knee-brace creaks subtly as he positions himself to enter you; his cock messily gathering up your juices as he coats the tip of cock to ensure his own comfort.

“Scream for me, dear.”

Before you can fully comprehend the words, his hips snap forward with a surprising brutality as he buries himself within you, sheathing the entire length of his cock in one thrust. The scream which escapes your throat is one of pained pleasure as he stretches you deliciously, his long cock brushing your walls in an entirely unexpected way.

Without giving any pause, Crane sets a frantic pace as he bucks against you; every erratic thrust making the heat in your scalp grow more intense as he pulls at your hair with each movement. Your grip on the edge of the stool is harsh as your fingers dig in to the wood while your teeth clamp down together with a painful click.

His cock feels wonderful yet terrible as it strokes those wonderfully sensitive areas within your walls but the complete lack of consideration for your comfort as he stretches you mercilessly has your lips spilling a mixture of whines and muffled groans. The thick band of arousal which curls within your gut makes it difficult to ignore the truth.

You were enjoying this.

Edward’s face appears before your own, his green gaze swimming in your vision due to the watering of your eyes as Crane keeps up his brutal use of your sex.

“You look quite ravished, sweetheart. Let’s see how far that can be pushed.”

His words are intimate, and, despite everything, your body instinctively relaxes as he stands to position before you, his hard cock quickly coming into view as he guides it towards your mouth. Not having much choice in the matter, you willingly part your lips as you swirl your tongue along the head of his cock, grunting as Crane’s grip of your hips tightens to a thoroughly bruising grip.

Growling with impatience, Edward sinks his cock between your lips as you hollow out your cheeks to accept him. The taste is familiar and a flood of relief sinks through you as Edward runs his dexterous fingers through your hair, inadvertently soothing the burn from Crane’s earlier assault as he allows you to sink your head along his length, pleasuring him in the way which you know he enjoys.

A sharp sting makes you scream around the cock within your mouth as pain radiates from your back and you realise that Crane has pierced the skin there with his gauntlet, his needles stabbing through the remnants of your dress. But just as quickly as it came, the pain dissipates into a dull, throbbing ache as something suspiciously wet trickles across your spine.

“Oh, she did not like that.” Edward croons with a groan of satisfaction as your squeals of discomfort vibrate around his cock. “It’s almost a pity that her mouth is busy because she makes the most beautiful noises when she is distressed.”

“If you would allow me to play with her on my terms then you could experience the full range of her vocal talents.” Pausing as his cock sheathes itself within you almost violently, Crane’s hoarse tones are silken, polished with a temptation that your heart hopes Edward can avoid.

A calloused hand slips from your hair to wrap around your neck instead, pulling your head back painfully as Edward forces your head up to look at him, the tip of his cock just trapped between your lips as he peers down at you.

“Would you like that, pet? Do you want to go and play with the Scarecrow?”

Despite his grip, you shake your head from side to side as you refuse the offer, eyes shining brightly as you blink away the gathered wetness there, one small tear leaking from your left eye to roll down your cheek.

No. No. No.

Amusement and heated lust are splaying across Edward’s features as he tilts his head at you, his brow cocking as an unspoken warning as he releases your head.

“Again, she is my toy to break, and I am more than capable of taking fine care of her as I see fit.”

Relieved by his words, you hum in pleasure as your tongue draws across his shaft, encouraging him to thrust himself deeper within your mouth. An invitation which he takes to quickly, snapping his hips forward and forcing his cock down the tip of your throat.

Sheer panic rolls through you as your throat is momentarily blocked, legs kicking out from the floor as you clench around the cock which has resumed its punishing pace within your aching slit. A fresh cry is swallowed by his cock as a cool hand comes to rest on your clit, rubbing the ultra-sensitive nub of nerves with a cruel pressure as you struggle against the wooden stool.

Between the lack of oxygen from the cock blocking your airway to the rough cock which was continuing to thrust within you, a sense of being fully plugged and overstimulated settles in your gut as your orgasm hits with a frightening intensity; hot waves of pleasure forcing your knees to smack against the stool as your body writhes in position, moans vibrating around Edward’s cock as he grunts in appreciation above you.

Crane is not far behind and you feel his cock twitch within you walls as he continues to snap his hips against your ass, uncaring of your overstimulated suffering. However, just as you think he’s going to come, he pulls free of your hole and instead growls out his orgasm as his release spatters across your ass and lower back.

The sensation of warmth against your skin, his release marking you even as his hand drops down to smack the skin of your exposed ass in one sharp strike, forces a long and suffering groan from your lips.

Following his colleague, Edward pulls free of your lips one final time before thrusting his hips forward as he buries his cock deep within your throat; his hands pinning your mouth against the base of his cock, his pubic hair tickling the tip of your nose, as he unleashes a frantic moan which coincides with his release. It burns hot in your throat as you desperately swallow it down, unable to do much else as you fight to take a breath.

Mercifully, his grip of your head lessens after only a moment and he pulls free of your lips as you cough harshly, a small string of saliva connecting your mouth to his cock as he wipes himself clean with a handkerchief before tucking his cock away back into his slacks.

Laying prone on the stool, your body still bending over the wood as you had been placed, you are hyper-sensitive to just how ruined you body feels; from the sting of your sex as the wetness there feels cool and exposed, to how abused your throat is as you take in deep pants of fresh air. The sting of your back is also present and you wonder how rough the damage there is as a result of his damned needles.

A soothing hand makes itself known on your hair and you turn wet eyes up to meet Edward’s gaze once again and you can tell he is pleased with your performance. That approval, shining from his features in that subtle way, is almost enough to make it all worth it as his free hand extends itself towards you, encouraging you to stand.

Rising to wobbly legs, you are thankful for Edward’s hand as he guides you to the nearby couch, allowing you to drop to the old piece of furniture with a soft exhale as the tattered remains of your dress do little to cover your marked body.

Glancing at Crane, you find his passive gaze on your own; his cock having long since been tucked away and hidden from sight as he retained his earlier professional appearance. If it were not for the threat of toxin, you could be tempted by a session with the good doctor but the fear of his twisted tastes is enough to make you thankful for what little protections Edward is willing to offer.

“Do you see how she performs like a fine piece of machinery?” Edward’s showman voice carries without effort in the quiet of the room. “A perfect little plaything for a genius of my calibre. Perhaps if you spent less time chasing shadows, Crane, then you could have something of a similar quality.”

“My work demands no distraction,” Crane counters slowly, his piercing gaze never leaving your exhausted expression as you lounge on the couch, “but I will confess to enjoying your dear little pet.”

A strange flush of pride washes through your chest at the admission but it is quick to once again turn to a faint anxiety as Crane continues his speech, the metal of his leg brace creaking as he approaches the door to exit the room.

“Perhaps one day you will change your mind and allow me to play with her fully.”

And with that, he disappeared through the doorway, allowing the door to click shut behind him to leave you alone once again with Edward.

“Sleep.” Edward commands from his standing position as he observes you from a slight distance. “I have work to complete and you are clearly exhausted.” His voice dropping a notch, he follows up his demand with a teasing edge. “When you awaken, we can then see about a review performance when you are better rested.”

Taking his advice even as you wince in discomfort as your back grazes across the fabric of the couch, your eyes slip shut and you allow the faint sounds of his mechanical tinkering to lull you into a blissful oblivion.

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The Baby Challenge

Note: I wrote this entire story using my phone, so any formatting issues are a result of this!

1

20 year old Lizzie Walker reached for her glass and sipped her tea, her green eyes still focused on her book, reading about fantasy worlds, magic, and heroes, through her small oval glasses.  Holding her novel in her left hand, she replaced her tea onto the table nearby and ran her hand through the bangs of her light brown hair, absentmindedly playing with her low pigtails as she continued to read, relaxing at her little outdoor table at the local coffee shop.  So engrossed in her book, she did not realize that someone was watching her from across the street, until he finally crossed over and came up to her table. 

The individual was a male, with short black hair and dressed in a blue shirt, jeans, and a gray jacket, and carrying what looked like a small briefcase.  He was barely taller than Lizzie, who was not very tall herself, and he also wore glasses, behind which were dark but seemingly kind eyes.   "Hi," he said to her as she looked him over.  He was kind of cute, but seemed quite average in appearance.  "My name is Daniel and I'm happy to meet you!" He introduced himself.  Lizzie smiled back politely, wondering why he had made the effort of speaking to her; very few people even bothered.  "Lizzie Walker," she responded tentatively, to which Daniel nodded.  "I know," he said.  "I've been studying you and your information for a while now!"  Lizzie glared at him suspiciously, but Daniel simply smiled wider in response.  "Don't worry, as weird as that sounds, I actually do have a reason."  As he said this, Daniel sat his briefcase down, opened it, and pulled out a folder which looked to contain medical files as well as other printouts.  He then took a seat at Lizzie's table across from her and placed the files on the table.   From what she could see, the files were all about her, but there was a paper on top which caught her interest: "Baby Challenge Experiment" was written at the top of it.  "I'm a scientist, see," Daniel began in explanation, "and you've been chosen for a very special experience, should you choose to accept!"  He motioned to the paper.  "You've played the computer game Sims, correct?"  Lizzie nodded.  "You've heard of the 100 baby challenge for that game??" Daniel asked.  Lizzie nodded at this too.  She had heard of it, but never tried it herself.  Apparently, the gist of the challenge was for the player to create a female Sim in game, and have that sim give birth to and raise 100 babies eventually.   There was more to it than that, but Lizzie only knew the basics.  "Well, some colleagues and I have proposed a kind of real life 100 Baby Challenge," Daniel continued.  Lizzie nodded again.  She had heard rumors of this, but knew very little about it, for information on it seemed scarce.  "It's a kind of experiment, and I've chosen you to be part of that experiment," Daniel said, smiling warmly to her.  Lizzie stared at him, processing this.  She had a lot of questions, but the first one she blurted out was: "Me?? Why me?? I'm like... a nobody!!"   Daniel smiled reassuringly at her.  "Well, in addition to having the right body for our needs, for you are a young healthy woman of childbearing age, we also were looking for someone open-minded and curious," Daniel answered.  Lizzie mulled this over; it was true that she was mostly curious and intrigued about this experiment, which helped to diminish her nervousness about this proposal.  As if he had read her mind, Daniel continued, "I should tell you that you're not expected to have 100 babies yourself... that's impossible."  "You'd be only a small but significant part of the project."  "Since real life obviously has more limits than Sims do, of course we had to change up some things."   "After brainstorming on this for months, we developed the experiment in its current form: You'll be one of a handful of women that have been recruited to participate!"  "I can tell you more, but it's under the condition that you accept my offer."  "It's completely voluntary, and if you refuse, you'll never hear from us again."  Lizzie thought for a moment.  It sounded dangerous and intimidating, but also interesting and a potentially unique experience.  In addition, she was more or less alone; her friends were all distant, she had a part-time job she only took to pay the bills, and she had not been in a relationship in a long time.  Today was no exception, and only recently had she been convinced that she would never have kids.   This experience Daniel proposed sounded life changing for the better, and Lizzie could not think of any reason to refuse.  The more she thought about it, the better it sounded.  "Um, ok, I accept!!" Lizzie responded.  "What do I have to do??" Daniel seemed to swell with happiness.  Smiling, he reached into his briefcase and took out another folder.  "Excellent!" he said, as he opened the folder and pulled out a pen.  "Once you're ready, you'll be taken to the facilities in the mountains where we have set up the project!"  "I'm going to live there?" Lizzie asked.  "Of course," Daniel responded.   "You'll live with some of the other girls of the experiment, and we'll provide for all your needs!"  "But, first," he tapped the papers in the new folder he had produced, "You must sign our contract!"  Lizzie hesitated a bit, feeling nervous.  The prospect of signing a contract hit home how life changing this experience was going to be.  Daniel passed the contract over to Lizzie, who read it silently: "This contract is a binding agreement that the signee is taking part in the proposed experiment known as the 100 Baby Experiment!  The girl that signs this contract gives consent for the use of her body for the experiment.  She will be expected to live in the experiment's facility along with other girls that have also signed and her general needs will be attended to.  Upon agreeing to take part, the signee is expected to successfully give birth to 5 healthy babies before being allowed to leave the facility.  The signee must maintain secrecy about this project at all times during and after the experiment.  The signee must also agree that she gives up each of her babies to the experiment caretakers (though, the ability to track and monitor the children's lives, and even visits to them later can be arranged).  Failure to comply with the agreed terms of this contract will result in major penalties to the signee." Lizzie took the pen from Daniel and signed her full name on the line at the bottom.  With a nod, Daniel packed the pen and all of the papers back into his briefcase.  Lizzie stood up as Daniel closed and locked it.  "Alright," Daniel said happily, as an SUV drove up to where they stood.  "We'll be ready to take you to the facility soon."   "You have time to return home and take care of any personal business you need to take care of!"  "A vehicle will be by in a few hours to transport you to the facility!"  "Next time we meet, it will be during the experiment!"  "Congratulations, and welcome to the 100 Baby Challenge Project!"  With that, Daniel climbed into the SUV and it drove off, leaving Lizzie standing beside her table, somewhat shocked in what she had just agreed to.

2

Lizzie had returned home and immediately called to quit her job.   Afterward, she had begun to pack a few clothes and other provisions, managing to fit everything into just one piece of luggage.  She looked around the house one last time, ensuring that she had taken care of everything, and also somewhat wondering when she would see it again.  A little over two hours later, a large van with no windows in the back, drove up to her house and stopped.  As Lizzie headed outside with her bag in tow, a young man exited the vehicle and smiled at her.  "Lizzie Walker, I'm here to take you to the facility for the Baby Challenge." He said, in a kind voice.  "Here, let me help you with that."  He reached around her for her luggage, and Lizzie let him take it.  "And don't worry about your house," the driver said to her, as he loaded Lizzie's bag into the van, "We have people that will take care of it while you are at the facility."  The driver then opened a back door and motioned for Lizzie to enter.  Lizzie climbed in, thinking to herself that she had just climbed into her new life, and that there was no going back now, and the driver shut the door behind her. As Lizzie had observed from the outside,  there were no windows.  A small light shined overhead as she climbed into a large seat and buckled a seat belt. She seemed to be alone, though there were other unoccupied seats, one to her right, and two behind her.  She looked ahead and saw that a barrier separated her section of the van from the driver's seat, and attached to this barrier was a tv screen.  Lizzie felt the van start to move and a few seconds after this, the screen came on, showing her a video.   "Welcome to the 100 Baby Challenge Experiment," a woman's voice said, narrating the video.  "You have joined an incredible passion project of our four founders, something unique that has never been attempted before!"  As Lizzie watched, some individuals began being shown on the screen.  "This project's idea was conceived by four prosperous and resourceful friends," the voice continued, and Lizzie immediately recognized the first person to appear.  "Daniel Jones, the inventor of the experimental and somewhat controversial Fast Pregnancy serum," a young woman in a black shirt and jeans with short auburn hair appeared on the screen.  "His wife, Rena Jones," "Harry Davis, inheritor of the renowned SouthStar software company," a tall young man with brown hair appeared after Rena, followed by a fourth male with blonde hair and blue eyes, "And Quinn Hayes, owner of a vast construction company."  "The four of them wished to use their resources and riches on  something new that had never been attempted before, and were inspired by the baby challenge of the same name from the Sims game."  "They decided to proceed with a real life version of said challenge, as it would be something unique, and would also be an excellent way to test the latest version of Daniel's serum, and additionally provide children for adoption to families that could not have children of their own."   "Realizing very early that there was only one female among them, and that it would be impossible for her to give birth to a hundred babies alone, the four of them began to revise the proposed project, until they came up with its current form; for genetic versatility, safety of the individuals in the project, and efficiency, it was decided that the founders would seek out nineteen other young women to join Rena in becoming the bearers of the babies, concluding that each of them could give birth to five babies healthily, totaling a hundred babies."  "And so, the search through internet and medical records for these young women began, as Quinn's construction company began construction of a semi-secret facility inside one of the nearby mountains, in which this experiment would occur."  The scenes on the video changed to view the mountains and several shots of underground rooms in various stages of construction.  "After many months, construction of the facilities is finally complete and recruitment of all of the child-bearers, scientists, and caretakers is underway."  "Congratulations, you have been chosen to be one of those child-bearers, contributing to the success of the project."  Lizzie watched, interested, as the video scenes changed again, showing her flashes and moving views of various rooms.  "It was decided that for further efficiency and comfort that the twenty child-bearers be split into four groups of 5, with each group living in a separate section of the facility, and the girls of each group being assigned a specific seeder, one of the 3 male founders or a fourth recruited male, who will provide the sperm for impregnation."   "You are assigned to Section C, and will live with four other girls also assigned to that section, until the conclusion of the project. "  "All your needs will be taken care of and the five of you will have freedom of movement in your section of the facility, where various provisions will be provided: A gym, a library, a general entertainment room, dining area, and personal bedrooms for each of you." "Daniel's serum is the key," the narration continued, as the screen changed to show a vial of liquid.  "Though controversial due to its potential risks, the Fast Pregnancy serum is used sporadically in various medical facilities and private hospitals to help accelerate pregnancy for medical reasons."  "A new, more controlled and stable variant of the serum will be used to help accelerate all pregnancies in the project to ensure the progress of the challenge."  "Once everyone has arrived at the facility, and the project begins, one random girl from each section will be called each week to report to the lab to be impregnated with their first child, until all child-bearers give birth to their babies, in which case the process is re-randomized and repeated again until each girl has given birth to five babies."  "Each baby born will be taken to our caretakers in a different part of the facility, where they will be cared for as they await adoption at the end of the experiment."  "Each pregnancy is expected to last 3 months, with weekly checkups being provided to all bearers in the experiment to ensure the health of each mother and child."  "Births will take place in the company of the other girls living in your section."  "Therefore, please acquaint yourself with your fellow child-bearers in your section, for you will live with them and you can provide support to each other during your pregnancies and births."  Lizzie felt the van begin to slow down as the images on the screen disappeared.  "You are now arriving at the facility, and will be escorted to your section by your driver," the narrator concluded.  "Your belongings will be taken to your personal room by our staff."  "Again, congratulations, and welcome to the 100 Baby Challenge."

3

Lizzie exited the vehicle and found herself in what looked like a parking structure.  Similar vans and other vehicles were parked here and though there were lights along the walls, Lizzie could see a bit of sunlight from a slit that seemed to run around the entire structure.   The sounds echoed as the driver shut the door of the van and the two of them walked to a door in a corner of the structure.  After watching that video, Lizzie had to admit to herself that she was more that a little nervous now, but her curiosity seemed to  overwhelm her nervousness, and so she steadied herself as they entered through the door.  This led them into a quieter, low lit, carpeted lobby-like room with a small fountain playing in the center, and various art decorations on the walls.  The driver motioned for Lizzie to follow him over to an elevator on the left wall.  As the two of them approached it, Lizzie saw that at the far end of the same wall was another elevator, and behind her, two more elevators were lined in the same positions on the opposite wall.   Lizzie read a letter C at the top of this elevator, as the driver typed in a code on a nearby panel, and the doors opened.  "Go on in," he told her, motioning to the elevator car inside.  "It will take you to your section of the facility, where everything should be all set for you!"   Slightly reluctantly, Lizzie stepped into the elevator.  The door shut behind her and she immediately began moving down. After a few seconds, the door opened again, inviting Lizzie into a wide open area.   The first thing she laid eyes on was a smiling girl that looked as if she had stopped mid-walk while passing the elevator, and was now standing directly in front of it.  This girl was taller than Lizzie, with tanned skin that looked as if she had spent a lot of time outdoors, long wavy black hair, brown eyes, and freckles, and she was dressed in a white shirt and cute denim overalls.  "Hi," she said brightly, as Lizzie stepped slowly out of the elevator.  "I'm Kaylyn!!"  "You're here for the project, like me!!"  Lizzie nodded, smiling shyly, seemingly infected with Kaylyn's excited energy.  "Lizzie Walker," Lizzie said, and was surprised when Kaylyn hugged her immediately, giggling.  "Sorry, I'm just so excited," Kaylyn said upon releasing Lizzie, who continued to smile.  "It's ok," Lizzie responded, as she began to look around, fully taking in the area she had stepped in for the first time with wonder.  "Wow!"  To the left and right of her were metal walkways that seemed to follow along the walls; Lizzie could see doors on these walls in both directions.  Directly in front of her, a ramp led down into a large open area that, at Lizzie's first glance, looked to be outdoors, and she had to remind herself that she was underground.  Though she could not see everything, it was clear that an artificial sun shined overhead, and there was grass and even a few various flowers surrounding a glass structure in the center of the room.  "I KNOW, right?" Kaylyn exclaimed, watching Lizzie take in her surroundings.  "Come on, let me show you around!"  Kaylyn led them down the ramp into the wide open space, where Lizzie took in more of the outdoor like area, noticing that she could hear outdoor sounds of birds and insects, thought she realized that they were no doubt artificial sounds.  Entering this open foyer, she immediately saw more of the glass structure in its center, as well as make out what she saw through the glass.  It looked like an exam room, for inside it, there looked to be an exam bed, a yoga ball, and a table.  "It's the birthing suite," Kaylyn said, catching Lizzie looking at the structure.  "This is where we'll have our babies when it's time!"  Lizzie looked closely and saw that, though the room inside was dark, because it was not yet in  use, she could see that an overhead light connected to a long arm and stirrups were attached to the bed.   "Isn't it exciting??" Kaylyn said brightly.  "I... I don't know..." Lizzie muttered, nervousness rising to the surface again.  "But, didn't you volunteer for this?" Kaylyn asked, not unkindly.  Lizzie looked back at the central structure, thinking.  "I was curious," she answered, looking back into Kaylyn's eyes.  "I've never had kids and figured I never would unless I did this, and it sounded very interesting..." Lizzie trailed off, thinking that she sounded quite out of her mind.   However, Kaylyn smiled kindly at her and put a comforting hand on her shoulder.  "Hey, you'll do great," she said consolingly, rubbing Lizzie's arm.  "It's fine to be nervous, but it's all gonna be ok!"   "You're part of our little group now, and we're here for each other, right?"  Lizzie nodded.  Partly to take her mind off her nervousness, she asked, "So, why are you here, Kaylyn?? You don't seem nervous..."   This question seemed to bring back Kaylyn's excitement and she smiled wider.  "I've been here for a while," Kaylyn answered, and the two of them began walking again as they talked, making their way to the right of the birthing suite.  Lizzie could see a small pool a few feet behind it, and a wall at the end of the room, where two glass doors were positioned, one close to each end, but at this distance, Lizzie could not see through them.  "They approached me almost a month ago for this experiment, and I happily volunteered." Kaylyn continued, as they strolled through the foyer toward the wall and doors.  "I can't wait to get pregnant!!"  "Why?" Lizzie asked her, half amused, half alarmed.   Kaylyn laughed.  "I've been fascinated by pregnancy and birth since I was a kid," she answered.  "I grew up on a farm and watched a lot of the farm animals give birth!"  "Ever since I saw the first one, I've always been interested, wondering what being pregnant and giving birth would feel like, but I don't actually want a kid!"  "I don't really want to become a mom, and I was thinking about volunteering to become a surrogate when I was approached for this project."  "It seemed perfect!"  Lizzie considered this for a moment, then nodded, concluding that Kaylyn's reasons for being here were not so strange, and were just as reasonable as Lizzie's own curiosity leading her into this.   They stopped in front of the glass door at the far right of the wall, where Lizzie could see a sign over the door reading "Library".  "Here's the library," Kaylyn said, opening the door.  They stepped in, and Lizzie could see that they were in a moderately small but cozy room, though, she guessed, the room probably seemed smaller because of the bookcases that were positioned around the room.  Toward the back, there were a couple of  computers with desk chairs behind them, a few armchairs had been placed in the room, and Lizzie noticed that as soon as the door had shut behind them, most of the sounds from the foyer were muffled.   Lizzie smiled in spite of herself, thinking that this was likely the room she would be most comfortable in.  "The computers are all connected to the internet, so you can research anything!" Kaylyn explained.  "And as you noticed, this is the quietest room in the facility, so if you want to settle down with some quiet reading, this is the place to go!"   "Yeah, I love this room," Lizzie responded, her nervousness ebbing away again.  Kaylyn giggled, then motioned for Lizzie to follow her out.  The two of them turned to the left, toward a wide open doorway and walked through it, into a living room of sorts.  It was brightly lit via lamps and some overhead lights that, Lizzie saw, were controlled by a panel on the wall.  Two sofas and a rocking chair sat facing a large flat-screen television, and a few feet behind them, on the other side of the room, were a Foosball table and a ping-pong table.  On the wall opposite the doorway, a stereo was positioned.  "The general living area," Kaylyn said, gesturing around the room.  "Anytime we just want to relax, hangout, or have some fun together, we can come here."  "The TV has a lot of pre-programmed movies and shows, and the stereo the same with music."  As the two of them turned and walked back out into the foyer, Lizzie asked, "How do you know all of this?"  Kaylyn giggled and, as the two of them headed to the other glass door on the opposite side of the wall where the library entrance was, she responded, "When I said they recruited me about a month ago, it also means I was the first one to arrive here to this section!"  "It gave me a lot of time to explore everything!"  Lizzie nodded in understanding, as Kaylyn opened the glass door, which was marked "Gym" and the two girls entered. Lizzie looked around and saw that, although the room looked about as small as the library, there was an impressive amount of gym equipment in here: Two treadmills were positioned to the right of the door, facing that same wall the door was in.  On the wall in front of these treadmills were two more tv screens.  In the far right corner was a punching bag.   There were mirrors lining the back wall, and on the left side of the room were several weight machines, of which Lizzie, with her limited experience of being in a gym, could not fully identify.  There were also padded benches along the left side of the wall, beside the door.   Taking in the full appearance of the gym, Lizzie noticed that they were not alone.  A girl, who looked slightly younger than Lizzie, stood with one leg perched on one of the padded benches, tying her shoe.  She had light skin and dirty blonde hair in a long braid down part of her back, with bright blue eyes.  She wore a striped blue and white t-shirt and a short skirt, though Lizzie saw lying next to her on the bench was an athletic outfit that she had likely changed out of before they had arrived.  The girl looked up and made eye contact with first Kaylyn, then Lizzie, and smiled warmly.  "Summer, meet Lizzie Walker, the newest member of our little family," Kaylyn introduced.  "She just got here a few minutes ago and I've been showing here around."  Summer shook Lizzie's hand happily, looking her over.  "Glad to meet you, Lizzie," she said brightly.  "We're gonna have so much fun together!"  Lizzie noticed that Summer was covered in sweat as she beamed at the two of them.  "I can't wait to hear your story, but I need a shower first," Summer said, causing Kaylyn to chuckle softly.  "Let's get together later and talk!!"  "Kaylyn, I have a lot to tell you too!!"  "I heard rumors of..." "Shower first," Kaylyn said, still laughing softly.  "I think our new friend Lizzie would appreciate that!"  Summer grinned and nodded.  "Yeah, ok! See you girls later!" She responded, and with that, grabbed her gym clothes and walked out the door. "What's so funny?" Lizzie asked, as the two of them exited the gym and turned right, where there was another wide doorway directly opposite from the one leading to the living room and the two of them headed toward it.   Kaylyn giggled again and said, "It's no surprise that we found Summer in the gym!"  "She likes to stay active, and you'll soon realize that she spends most of her time in there!"  Lizzie nodded.  "She seemed really nice!" She said, and saw Kaylyn nod in agreement.  "She is very nice, cheerful, outgoing... in all the time she's been here, I don't think I've ever seen her upset by anything," Kaylyn said.  "She's really young," Lizzie thought, but as the two if them entered through the doorway, Lizzie was distracted by what she saw.  They had walked into a large dining area that looked to be about the same size as the living room.  A table was positioned in the center of the room, with five chairs around it.  Along the walls of the room were counters and kitchen appliances: a microwave, stove, refrigerator, blender, sink, and against the wall to the right, was what looked like a vending machine of some sort.  Sitting in one of the chairs, reading a book with her leg propped up on one end of the table was another young woman.  She had red hair and wore a casual shirt and jeans, similar to what Lizzie herself was wearing.  Upon hearing Lizzie and Kaylyn enter, the girl turned to look at them.  "Hi Kay..." she started, before her eyes fell on Lizzie. "Oh? Someone new?"  She gave a little wave toward Lizzie.  "Tina Crane," she said, introducing herself.  "Tina, this is Lizzie Walker," Kaylyn said.  "Yes, she's our newest roomie!"  Tina narrowed her eyes at Lizzie, who noticed they were bright blue.  "So, that makes four... we're waiting for one more."  "Yes, yes we are!" Kaylyn responded, seeming to regain some of her excitement again.  "It's gonna be great..."  "This is serious," Tina said sternly.  "Don't freak out our new friend with your crazy excitement."  With that, Tina turned back to her book, as Kaylyn stuck out her tongue at her.  "Come on," Kaylyn said, grabbing Lizzie's hand and leading her back out into the foyer. "Don't mind Tina," Kaylyn said, as the two of them made their way back to the wall where the elevator and the other doors were.  "She really is nice, but she's a more serious and less playful person than Summer and me."   "She's right, though... you're the fourth one to join us, so that means one more person will be here soon, then everything will begin!"  Kaylyn skipped excitedly as the two of them reached the ramp leading up to the elevator.  "Ok, I have two more things to show you and then we'll check out your room," she said.  She pointed right, toward a pair of white double doors at the end of the metal walkway on that side, somewhat to the left of the doorway leading into the dining area, though on a much closer wall.  A large sign said "Staff" above it.  "We can't go in there," Kaylyn said, "Or in there."  She then pointed to a similar set of doors to their left, positioned to the right of the doorway leading into the living room, though again on a closer wall.  Lizzie saw that, unlike the staff doors, these doors were windowed, and she could see a vast metallic hallway stretch beyond it, leading to who knew where.  A sign that read "Labs" was above it.  "Pretty sure those are the labs we go to get impregnated in," Kaylyn said, and turned to look at the staff room doors.  "And those are where the staff of this place comes from, you know, the janitors, cooks, repairmen..."  Kaylyn seemed to notice something suddenly.  "OOH, I forgot about this!" She exclaimed and led Lizzie over to the staff doors, where she noticed beside them, on the wall, a little intercom panel with a speaker and two buttons, one blue and one red.  "All of us can use that," Kaylyn told her.  "If we need anything, one of us can hit that blue button and call a staff member to come clean something, bring us a food item, fix something broken, you name it."  "Don't worry, they do also come around from time to time to check on us, so we don't have to rely on that."  Lizzie stored this information into her mind for later, where it joined all the other bits of information she had learned in such a short time.  She felt she was becoming overwhelmed, and something of this must have shown on her face, because Kaylyn gave her a concerned look, and said, "Ok, your room now, finally!"  "I think you could use some rest after such an eventful day."  Lizzie nodded, and the two of them walked back through the metal walkways.  Lizzie saw that the doors on the same wall as the elevator were all single, blank doors, three to the right of the elevator, and two to the left.  Written on the front of each door, toward the top, was a name, and before they had reached where the elevator was, they had passed Tina's room, then Summer's, and finally Kaylyn's.  "Ah, here we are," Kaylyn said, pointing to the first door to the left of the elevator, where Lizzie could see her own name written on it.  Looking at the only other door on her side of the metal walkways, she saw that it had no name on it, at least not yet.  "All the rooms are more or less the same," Kaylyn stated.  "They're small, but pretty comfortable!"   "Outside of sleeping, you probably won't spend much time in here anyway!"  "Your stuff should already have been brought here, so I'll leave you to it!"  "Come find me later if you want to talk more!"   Kaylyn grabbed Lizzie's shoulder lightly and smiled at her, before turning around and heading towards the dining area.  Lizzie watched her go for a few seconds, then opened the door to her bedroom and stepped inside. This was easily the smallest room she had seen so far.  A plain, single bed was positioned in the center of this room, and against the wall, almost right in front of the door was a wooden wardrobe.  Other than a table with a lamp on it in the far corner and a door on the wall to her left which, she discovered, led to a similarly sized bathroom, consisting of a toilet, sink, and shower, the room was quite plain.  Noting that her bag of luggage was sitting in the floor neatly on the right side of her bed, Lizzie collapsed backwards onto the bed and stared up at the ceiling, her mind racing.  It would take her a while to get used to this experience, living in this facility.  Though, her mind had already been put at ease by the girls she had met, that she would be sharing at least the next few months of her life with.  She was especially grateful to Kaylyn, who had already made her feel welcome.  As crazy as this project was doubtless going to be, at the very least, Lizzie had made new friends that would be experiencing it with her, and that made her very happy.  She smiled and closed her eyes.

4

As the days passed, Lizzie began to get used to her new life at the facility.  It did not take her long to grow accustomed to living in her new surroundings, and she found that she had already established a general routine.  As she suspected, she loved the library the most; browsing books and researching various topics on the internet.   Occasionally, she would also join the others in the living area for a movie, a game or two of ping-pong, or just to hang out and talk.  She rarely frequented the gym or the pool, as she was not very athletic, but she found she enjoyed the company of one of her new friends whenever they decided to take a swim, during which she would settle on the grass beside the pool with a book or just to listen to the outdoor sounds, even if they and the sun overhead were artificial.  For mealtimes, it seemed that the girls had all agreed to each take turns cooking for the day; Ingredients and produce could be obtained from the vending machine thing in the dining area. Four days in, Lizzie had given her turn a try and found that she had enjoyed it, and had not done a bad job either. Lizzie had also learned much more about the other girls that she was already thinking of as her new family.  Living closely with three new friends had broken her shyness, and she happily joined in whenever the four girls began discussing each other and telling her their stories.  Lizzie learned that Summer was 18 years old, reaching 19 in only a few months, and that after she had been approached to join the experiment, she did not decide right away, and had told her close friends about the offer afterward.  Not fully realizing what she was getting into, she had made a bet with them, the losing condition being that she had to join the project.  It was still all a game to her, it seemed, but Summer had also confessed that she was happy to do it if it meant a family would finally be able to have a child. Tina, Lizzie had learned, was the same age as she was, and turned out to be quite nice, but was the most stern of the group.  The redhead had grown up in poverty, and only until she had reached her teens was she finally able to turn that around and at least make a comfortable life for herself, which explained her seriousness and lack of playfulness.  Her reason for joining the project, she told Lizzie, was because the founders offered to pay her family a life-changing amount of money if she did.  She loved her family very much, and considered a few months giving birth to a few babies a small price to pay to get them out of poverty.  This information gave Lizzie a newfound respect for Tina. Lizzie had already, in the short time she had known her, begun to think of Kaylyn as her best friend.  She had already told Lizzie much of her story the day they had met, but Lizzie did learn a few more things.  Kaylyn was the oldest of the four of them, at 24 years old, and she was indeed the first of their section to arrive at the facility, possibly even one of the first girls to join the project altogether.  As she had previously told Lizzie, her interest in pregnancy and birth started when she witnessed a cow giving birth on the farm in which she had lived, one day when she was very young.  Fascinated, she had spent her time growing up learning all she could about the subject, including witnessing and even assisting in other births from the animals on the farm.  When she turned 20, she had moved into the city to attend college, but after a few years, she realized that no career would satisfy her interest, almost obsession at this point, in pregnancy and birth, and had dropped out to consider other options.  She had been in the process of deciding either to return to the farm or become a surrogate carrier when she was approached for the project, and had accepted on the spot. Lizzie also quickly learned that it was normal for the girls to exchange rumors they had heard about the project and what was happening in the other sections; apparently the other girls would occasionally overhear the staff gossip about the project during the various times they would show up to work in this section.  The day after Lizzie had arrived, Summer had told the rest of them that she had heard a rumor that there was a fairy girl and a mermaid that was part of the project in another section.  This had sparked up a conversation about weather or not they all thought the rumor was true, with Kaylyn even mentioning that she had once heard a story about a girl named Hannah giving birth to a mermaid, in an effort to prove why she thought the rumor was indeed true.  Tina, of course, did not believe it, citing all of it as mere fantasy. Lizzie found that her natural curiosity was piqued from some of these rumors, even if she had no way of knowing if any of them were true.  Only one of them was she able to confirm: After a discussion among the girls about the Fast Pregnancy serum that was supposedly going to be used in the challenge, Lizzie had taken to the internet to research it, and had learned that, in a few years, if research and testing was successful, a more effective variant of the serum would be considered for an "Instant Pregnancy Experience" attraction that was planned for the future.   Lizzie was skeptical about the success of this, for she did not think that would take off, since there probably were not many people like Kaylyn out in the world. About eight days after Lizzie had arrived at the facility, the girls had just finished having a meal in the dining area together before going off to do their own separate things.  Lizzie's hand was on the push bar of the library door when she heard a ding from behind her.  She turned around to see the elevator doors open, and out stepped a pale-skinned young woman with black hair cut very short, looking around nervously and in awe.  Lizzie looked around, realizing who this person must be, but saw that they were alone in the foyer; Summer was in the gym, Kaylyn the bathroom, and Tina was still in the dining area, cleaning up from dinner.  Remembering how nervous she had been when she arrived, and how helpful it had been for Kaylyn to greet her, Lizzie walked over to the newcomer, whose brown eyes locked onto hers immediately.  "H...hi," the girl said uncertainly, as Lizzie closed the distance between them.  "Hi back," Lizzie responded, giving her a reassuring smile.  "I'm Lizzie!"  "What's your name??"  "Crystal," the newcomer replied, "Crystal Fuller!"  Lizzie held out her hand to her.  "Welcome, Crystal!"  "It's good to meet y..."   "OH MY GOSH!" A voice rang out from their right, as Kaylyn ran excitedly up to them.  "OH MY GOSH!!"  "Welcome!!"  "Welcome, new friend!"   "You're here!!"  "It's so exciting!"  Crystal gaped at Kaylyn, clearly taken aback by her rambling.  She looked at Lizzie, who smiled and said, "It's ok," to her reassuringly.  Kaylyn tried to calm herself, as Tina came into the foyer, clearly wondering what all the commotion was about.  "This is Crystal Fuller," Lizzie said to the two of them.  Tina waved, and Kaylyn embraced Crystal into a tight hug that Lizzie remembered all too well, making her grin even wider.  "Welcome!" Kaylyn said.  "I'm Kaylyn and that over there is Tina."  "Kaylyn, would you please calm down?" Tina said, as Kaylyn bounced on the ball of her feet.  "You're clearly freaking her out!"  Lizzie laughed, not being able to help it, and that seemed to calm Crystal, who smiled slightly as well.  "I've gotta give you the tour," Kaylyn blurted out.  "There's so much to show you!!"  "I want to do it," Lizzie found herself saying.  It seemed only fair and fitting for her to do so, since she was the last to arrive before Crystal and was also the first person Crystal had met.  Kaylyn nodded, still full of excited and happy energy.  "Yes, do it Lizzie!" She said.  "I can come with, to help, or... OH, you gotta meet Summer!!"  "I'll get Summer!!" And she dashed off toward the gym, leaving the three girls to stare after her.  The three of them burst out laughing, even Tina, who shook her head in exasperation. Hours later, Lizzie had completed showing Crystal around, with Kaylyn's help, of course, and she had met Summer.  The five girls had then convened in the dining area to exchange stories with their new friend over a shared meal.  Lizzie, and the rest of them, learned that Crystal was 21 years old and had a tattoo of a rose on her back, near her left shoulder.  She had recently gotten out of a bad relationship, which also had ended badly, and that she had been depressed and looking for new meaning to her life ever since.  When she was approached to join the experiment, Crystal had accepted, thinking that it would give her life new purpose. The four girls welcomed her with open arms and all shared their stories with her in turn, as well as answered her questions as best they could.  This seemed to make Crystal feel better and she admitted that she was happy to feel accepted and even loved again. The talk at the table had just turned to discussing rumors again when suddenly, the five girls heard what sounded like an intercom activate and a male voice began speaking: "Attention, members of section C, preparations are finally complete!" The voice was coming from the foyer, and so the five girls got to their feet in unison and left the dining area.  Standing in front of the doorway, they heard the voice speak again.  Lizzie thought that it sounded familiar.  "Everyone is now finally at the facility and the 100 baby challenge project is now officially beginning!"  "Each week, one of you will be randomly chosen to be impregnated, until all five of you are carrying your first babies!"  "The second group of babies will not begin to be conceived until every child of the first group has been born."  "When your name is given, please proceed through the lab doors, which will be unlocked for you, and make your way to your section's laboratory!"  "Do not worry, it will be easy to find!"  There was a pause, and then the voice finished with, "Tina Crane!"  All of the girls looked at Tina, who in turn stared at all of them.  After a few seconds, she nodded, her face set, and as Lizzie and the others watched, she walked slowly and calmly to the lab doors and entered them.

5

About 45 minutes after Tina had entered the lab area, she emerged from it, her expression unreadable.  The other four girls immediately crowded around her, and she stopped, with all of them standing in the foyer between the birthing suite and the doorway leading into the living area.  "I'm pregnant," Tina said, nonchalantly.  The others gasped, and Kaylyn cried, "What happened??"  "What was it like??"  "I can't tell you everything," Tina said seriously, before falling silent.  Kaylyn made an impatient noise, and Tina said, "Alright, I'll tell you what I can, but let's go get comfortable first!" The girls made their way into the living area and all took seats on the sofas, except Tina, who sat in the rocking chair.  All eyes were on her, and as Tina began to describe what had happened, the others hung onto her every word.  "Well, there really wasn't much to it," she explained.  "The scientist told me to get naked and he gave me a checkup."  "He then pulled out this large syringe full of stuff and injected it into my vagina!"  "After that, I put my clothes back on, and then he did another test, to confirm it worked I think, and then explained some stuff to me afterward!"  As she listened to this, Lizzie felt a bit of relief.  She was unsure exactly how the impregnation process was going to work, and had not been keen on possibly having to have sex with a random guy each time.  "What did he explain?" Kaylyn asked.  Tina thought for a bit, then responded, "Basically, that I'd be pregnant for about three months, that each trimester would last a month, and that starting next week, a scientist would give me weekly checkups in the birthing suite, to make sure everything was going well."  The rest of the girls all nodded and murmured.  "So, what does it feel like?" Kaylyn asked excitedly.  Tina rocked for a second and said, "It doesn't feel any different yet, really!"  "I'm sure that will come later!"  "The only thing I do feel at the moment..." Tina trailed off, looking pale, then she immediately jumped up and dashed out of the room.  "What..." Kaylyn began, before they all heard the unmistakable sound of vomiting.  "Oh..." Kaylyn finished with a rueful smile, understanding at once. After the shock and excitement about one of their number finally getting pregnant had worn off, the rest of the week seemed to pass by normally.  Tina did not seem all that different, other that a few more bouts of morning sickness, and Lizzie was also convinced that Tina's breasts had already grown slightly.  However, Tina was not yet showing, and so it was relatively easy to forget she was pregnant unless someone brought up the subject.  The one thing Lizzie did notice was a general feeling of anticipation; as the days grew closer to the next week, everyone was wondering nervously and excitedly about who the next one to be called to the labs would be.  Lizzie felt this too, and had buried herself in a book series she had found in the library in an attempt to take her mind off of it.  This had helped a bit, except that Kaylyn continued to bring up the topic in every conversation, and constantly interrogated Tina about the experience, to the point where Tina finally blew up in frustration, telling her, "For the love of everything, Kaylyn, leave me alone... you'll know soon enough!!"  Lizzie could not fault Kaylyn for this, as she seemed to be the most anxious of all of them, and also did not have a coping mechanism to take her mind off it, unlike Lizzie with her books, Summer with the gym, or Crystal watching romantic comedy movies.  Additionally, Lizzie suspected that Tina's frustration was made worse due to pregnancy mood swings, as she had noticed that, at times, Tina seemed more testy than usual. After a week had passed, Lizzie had come out of her room to see something new. The normally dark birthing suite in the center of the foyer was lit, and a female scientist was standing inside, using a stethoscope on Tina, who was sitting on the bed inside.  Lizzie watched interested for a few minutes, before the scientist pulled a curtain around where Tina was seated, temporarily blocking them from view.  Lizzie made her way to the dining area, where it was her turn to cook, and found the other three girls seated around the table.  "What is...?" Lizzie began, pointing behind her toward the suite.  "Weekly checkup," Kaylyn responded, as she set the table with plates.  "It's to make sure everything is going well."   "I don't know how they're gonna keep them up when all five of us are pregnant."  Lizzie nodded in understanding, and made her way to the stove.  "Wonder what happens if something does go wrong?" Crystal asked.  Kaylyn shrugged.  "They didn't say," she answered.  "I guess they're hoping they won't have to think about it unless it happens."  "Surely, that possibility came up when they were discussing this project," Summer said.  "I mean, there's 20 girls here, so there's a good chance something might happen."  Lizzie listened to the conversation as she cooked, thinking to herself.  It took her about 15 minutes to finish the meal, and was just wondering how long Tina would be having her checkup when her question was answered by Tina walking into the room.  "All done," she announced to them.  "Everything is going as it should!"  "I'm starving!!" That evening, Lizzie joined Kaylyn in a game of Foosball, with Crystal sitting in the rocking chair, reading a book.   Summer had decided she wanted to take a swim, and Tina was taking a shower in her bathroom.  The two girls were about to start on an epic tiebreaker when the voice came over the intercom again, and everyone in the room fell completely silent in anticipation.  "Attention, the labs have been prepared once again, and we are ready for the next candidate," it said.  After a few seconds pause, the voice announced, "Crystal Fuller!!"  Crystal jerked her head toward Lizzie and Kaylyn in shock.   Kaylyn gave her a reassuring little nod, then Crystal got out of her chair and walked out of the room.  Kaylyn stared into Lizzie's eyes, clearly a lot of thoughts running through her mind.  Lizzie could tell she was slightly disappointed that it was not her that was chosen next, but still clearly excited for Crystal.  As a result of Kaylyn now being quite distracted, Lizzie beat her in Foosball easily. By the time Crystal emerged from the labs, all the girls were now aware that she had been called in, and they crowded around her, to ask questions and, in the case of Tina, to wish her luck and encouragement.  Crystal seemed quite happy about the situation and gladly answered questions about her time in the lab.  Her story, Lizzie noted, was almost identical to Tina's, and she reassured them that the process was quite easy.  After an hour of talking, Crystal was no more successful at dealing with the nausea than Tina had been, and the girls had gone back to their normal routine, now aware that there were two pregnant among them. Upon reaching the third week since the project began, the tension and excitement began to build up again over who would be chosen next.   Lizzie had watched that morning as Tina had returned to the birthing suite for another checkup, and after it was over, the same female scientist had called out for Crystal to come to have her first.  Both girls reported afterward that they were doing great so far, and that no problems were anticipated.  Though still in her first trimester, Tina's stomach already seemed to be harder, and her boobs had noticeably grown a bit, and they all suspected that she would have a baby bump very soon. Restless, Kaylyn had taken to walking around all over the facility, in an attempt to calm her nerves.  Lizzie noticed that, even during mealtimes, Kaylyn was anxious, eating very little and seemingly unable to sit still. That evening, Lizzie found Kaylyn making laps around the birthing suite, wringing her hands as she paced silently.   Lizzie fell into step along with her and tried to strike up a conversation that she hoped would distract Kaylyn.  It was a mark of how tight their friendship was that Kaylyn seemed to visibly relax a bit just from Lizzie's presence.  "So, Kay, what's the latest you've heard??" Lizzie asked as they walked.  "Kaylyn thought for a moment, then said, "Well, I heard a weird rumor that one of the girls in another section was pregnant already when she came here, and that it was some sort of egg that was in her."  Lizzie's eyebrows raised as she stared at Kaylyn in surprise.  "Do you believe it's true?" She asked.  Kaylyn shook her head.  "Even with all the weird stories I've heard over the years, I don't believe this," she responded.  "The people behind the project would have done their homework and not let someone already pregnant in."  "They had all our latest medical files and stuff."  "But, what if even she didn't know?" Lizzie argued, and Kaylyn stopped.  "You bring up a good point," she said.  "It's possible, but I still don't believe it."  "They were very meticulous about who they chose for this!"  Lizzie nodded, but before she could say anything else, Kaylyn blurted out, "Thank you!"  "For what?" Lizzie asked, and Kaylyn grinned at her seriously.  "I know what you're trying to do, to get my mind off of it," she responded.  "You are such a good friend, Liz!"  "I want you to know that!"  Kaylyn put her hand on Lizzie's shoulder and rubbed it gently. "You know, because I was so weird with my pregnancy obsession all my life, I never really had many true friends until coming here."  Lizzie swallowed, sensing that a very deep moment was taking place right now; Kaylyn was being serious and sincere and that was quite unlike her.   "Well, you deserve it," Lizzie said, finding her voice.  "From the second I arrived here, you've been nothing but kind and welcoming to me, and that helped me settle in more than you realize."  "You're a very unique and kind person, Kay, and I'm happy to call you my best friend!" The two girls smiled at each other, each looking into the other's twinkling eyes.  Lizzie thought she saw a tear forming in her friend's brown eyes when her thoughts were interrupted by the intercom beep.   "Attention, the labs are ready once again, and we will be receiving our next candidate!" The voice said.  There was a pause, followed by, "Kaylyn Burke!"  Both girls gasped, then Kaylyn screamed!  "YES!!" she yelled in elation, jumping up and punching the air, laughing!  "YEESS!!"  "It's MY TURN!!"  "I'm GONNA GET PREGNANT!"  Kaylyn looked toward the lab doors and started panting profusely.  As Lizzie watched, Kaylyn was clearly showing signs of building up to an orgasm.  "Kay, go!" Lizzie encouraged, beaming at her.  At these words, Kaylyn almost ran to the lab door and passed beyond them excitedly.  "Good luck, Kaylyn," Lizzie said silently, smiling, as she turned and headed for the library.

6

Kaylyn was ecstatic about finally being pregnant, and as the week passed, it seemed that nothing could remove the smile on her face.   Knowing how much this meant to her, Lizzie was happy for her best friend, and was there to help her through the process, from the bouts of morning sickness to the other general changes her body was going through.  Lizzie had suspected that Tina's and Crystal's breasts had slightly grown at the end of their first weeks; there was no doubt about Kaylyn's!  Toward the final day of the week, Kaylyn's had tripled in size, which was somewhat surprising.  Kaylyn, however, laughed it off as just another way she was weird.  "Quite fitting," she had joked, "That the one who had the greatest pregnancy fetish should have the biggest breasts!" On the first day of the fourth week of the experiment, Lizzie had gotten up early to hold Kaylyn's hair back while she vomited again, and noticed that the female scientist had returned once again to the birthing suite, no doubt waiting to give checkups to the now three pregnant girls in Section C.  Tina was first, and as she lifted her shirt for the examination, Lizzie caught sight of a tiny bump forming, before the curtain was pulled around again.  Crystal had informed Lizzie, after having her checkup last week, that the curtain was for privacy while the scientist performed a vaginal examination, which made sense.  Crystal had also been told that once all the girls were pregnant, the scientist would probably stop using the curtain, and that each birth would definitely be open, and she had relayed this information to Lizzie and the others.  After Tina emerged from the birthing suite, Crystal entered for her examination, and then 16 minutes later, Kaylyn went in, for her first examination.  Kaylyn's seemed to take a bit longer, but once she had emerged, the five young women gathered in the dining area for lunch.  Kaylyn told them that the scientist was a bit surprised by how much more her body was changing compared to everyone else's, but had assured all three girls that everything seemed to still be progressing smoothly. That evening, Lizzie had dressed in her usual shirt and jeans, and had settled down into the grass on the far side of the foyer with a new book in hand, ready for a night of relaxing reading.  Kaylyn was lying face up in the pool, soaking contentedly.  Lizzie had just finished a few games of ping pong with Summer, who had retired to her bedroom, while Crystal was in the library using a computer, and Tina was in the gym on a treadmill.   Lizzie had just reached the end of a particularly interesting chapter of her book, when the familiar beep of the intercom sounded.  Kaylyn sat up at once and looked around at Lizzie in surprise, as the voice spoke, "Attention, section C, the labs are prepared and we are ready to receive the fourth candidate!" There was the usual pause, then, "Lizzie Walker!"  Lizzie felt her stomach drop, weather from excitement or nervousness, she did not know.  Kaylyn mouthed, "Yaass!" And gave Lizzie the thumbs up.  Reassured, Lizzie smiled at her and got to her feet.   Shaking slightly, she made her was slowly to the lab doors she had seen the others enter during their turns, and, swallowing her nerves, she pushed them open and stepped through. Lizzie found herself in a metallic hallway illuminated by lights running down the walls on each side.  It was completely at odds with the homey feel of the foyer and the rest of the section of the facility she lived in.  She timidly walked forward, listening to the sounds of her own footsteps echoing off the tiled floor.  As she reached the midway point of the hallway, she saw another hallway to the left.  Looking ahead to the other end of her hallway, she saw another set of glass door, which looked to lead to another foyer beyond them.  To the right of the meeting point where the left hallway connected to the one she was currently in, a single door with a C written on it stood on the wall.  Lizzie could see that further down her hallway was another door, and beside it, another hallway leading to the left.  As Lizzie approached the door with the C on it, she heard the door on the other side open and a short girl with braided brunette hair and olive skin stepped out and looked in Lizzie's direction.  The girl smiled, and Lizzie smiled back, seeming to steel herself.  As the girl turned and slowly made her way toward the doors at the far end of the hall, Lizzie opened the door she was standing in front of and entered it. She had entered what looked like a small exam room.  A hospital bed stood in the center of the room, and there was a counter along the wall with a sink built into it and a number of instruments, along with phials and beakers of liquid, sat on this counter.  Standing between the counter and the exam bed was a familiar face.  "Daniel?" Lizzie exclaimed, her anxiety melting away at the sight of him.  Daniel smiled as he motioned for Lizzie to sit on the bed.  "I told you we would meet again during the project." He said.  He looked just as Lizzie remembered: Kinda cute, but a bit on the short side, and average in appearance.  This time, instead of the grey jacket, he was wearing a white lab coat.  "So, as you probably guessed, I'm the seeder for your section," he said to her, and she stared at him, processing this.  "Yeah, it's my sperm that's being used to impregnate you and your fellow bearers!"  "It's you who keeps coming over the intercom, telling us who's been chosen," Lizzie said, to which Daniel nodded.  "I knew the voice sounded familiar."  "That's right," he confirmed, as he wrote something on a clipboard nearby.  "So, I'll need you to take everything off, and lay them on that chair over there," he motioned to a chair nearby that Lizzie had not at first seen, for he had been blocking it when she first arrived.  "And don't worry, I'm a scientist, and I've already done this same procedure on three other girls in your section, so I'm not going to see anything I haven't seen a hundred times before."  Lizzie nodded and proceeded to take all of her clothes off.  After she had done so, she sat on the bed, completely naked other than her bra, feeling a bit chilly and nervousness coming back again.  As much as she trusted Daniel, she was in an unorthodox position now, and the reality of what was about to happen to her began to set in.  Casting her mind around for a topic to take her mind off of this, she was suddenly reminded of a question she wanted to ask, as her eyes took in Daniel and a golden ring he wore on his finger.  "Can I ask you something?" She began reluctantly, and Daniel smiled warmly.  "Of course," he responded kindly.  "Well," Lizzie struggled, wishing not to sound accusing or judging, "You are married, right?"  "To one of the other founders of this project?"  "I saw it on that video when I was being brought here." Daniel nodded.  "Rena, yes, she's my wife." He said.  Lizzie looked into his eyes.  "Well, isn't Rena also one of the girls in the experiment??"  Lizzie asked, reluctantly.  Daniel continued to smile, as he motioned for Lizzie to lay back onto the bed.  "I see you've done your homework," Daniel said, amused.  "Yes, she is one of the girls in the project."  "She's in section A."  As Daniel began performing routine examinations on her, Lizzie asked, "So, doesn't that mean she's getting pregnant from someone other than you?"  Daniel turned to make more notes on his clipboard, and as he did so, responded, "You're asking if it bothers me that she's going to be carrying another man's babies for a while?"  "We discussed this at length, and in our eyes, it's not much different than Rena acting as a surrogate carrier for another family out there."  "That's how we're treating it, because basically it's true."   "It just happens to benefit the experiment in the process."  Lizzie mulled this over, as Daniel finished up his examinations.  The explanation, while a bit strange, did make sense to her.  In any case, if Daniel and Rena seemed happy with this arrangement, then who was she to judge? Daniel had instructed Lizzie to spread her legs, and after she did so, she watched as he filled a syringe with several different colored liquids, each from a different vial or beaker.  "This won't hurt a bit," Daniel reassured her.  He knelt between her legs and inserted the syringe into her vagina.  She took a sharp intake of breath as she felt the injection enter her, then Daniel stood back up and said, "That's it, you can put your clothes back on now."  Lizzie did so immediately and then sat back on the table, as Daniel began performing tests again.  This time, he used some sort of electronic object that seemed to be a scanner, waving it over Lizzie's body.  After doing this a few times, Daniel nodded in satisfaction and the made a final note on his clipboard.  "Ok, some final information, though you've probably heard this by now from some of the other girls," he said to her, and then he explained to Lizzie about how she would be pregnant for only 3 months, with each trimester lasting only a month, due to the test of the Fast Pregnancy serum, and that each week, she must report to the scientist for a weekly checkup.  Lizzie nodded her understanding of all this information as he presented it, then Daniel smiled again at her and said, "Well, you can return to your section's area!"  "Congratulations, you're now pregnant!!"

7

Lizzie felt a bit strange that she was now pregnant like the others, though admittedly, when she had emerged from the lab and the other girls had gathered around her, it was more for congratulations and encouragement, rather than curious questions.  This made sense, for everyone other than Summer was already pregnant themselves, and Summer had heard about the procedure three times already, and was therefore no longer as curious.  Kaylyn had pulled Lizzie into a happy hug, clearly excited that both she and her best friend was now pregnant, and it was clear that the other girls were just as supportive of her as they had all been of each other beforehand. Lizzie had experienced some morning sickness, but it did not seem as bad as most of the other girls had had it.  As the week passed, Lizzie had begun to do research on the pregnancy process, both online and from books she found in the library. She was unsure what had made her start this now, rather than the earlier weeks living in the facility before getting pregnant.  Perhaps now, with the reality of it settling in, she was more curious, or perhaps something in her brain had been triggered by the pregnancy itself.  In any case, she had learned quite a bit, and she and Kaylyn often shared information, for Kaylyn was generally knowledgeable about pregnancy, having done her own research over the years.  Once the week had passed, Lizzie had joined the other three girls in getting a checkup in the birthing suite, being the last to go in after Kaylyn.  As this was her first, Lizzie was somewhat more nervous about this than the others, but the scientist was incredibly kind and supportive, and it felt just like any other simple doctor visit, other than the vaginal examination.  The scientist assured her, as she had apparently done the others, that everything was proceeding normally and well.  That evening, Summer had been called to the labs, and after she had emerged, the five girls shared a special meal, Kaylyn's idea of course, that celebrated the fact that all five of them were now pregnant. Over the next few weeks, all of them began to notice the changes in their bodies.  The week after Summer had been impregnated, Tina had entered her second trimester, and was sporting a baby bump.  Kaylyn had squealed at this, and had insisted upon touching it, much to Tina's somewhat impatience.   However, Lizzie had noticed that Kaylyn's belly was not much smaller than Tina's, Kaylyn still only being in her first trimester.  The atmosphere among all five girls had become excited and anxious again; it was the first time any of them had gotten pregnant in their lives, and they were enjoying the process of experiencing it.  Each girl in turn began showing as time passed and all of their pregnancies progressed.   Lizzie noticed that each of their pregnancies seemed very unique: Kaylyn had the biggest belly of them all and even in her second trimester, looked to be in her third.  Kaylyn had found this very amusing and was quite happy about it.  She had joked that it seemed like her body was the one most willing to accept being pregnant, but Lizzie thought there might be some truth to this, with Kaylyn's belly and boobs much larger that anyone else's, despite being the third to get pregnant.  Tina, in her third trimester, seemed to personify the typical pregnant woman; rapid mood swings, protruding but not overly large belly, and a firm desire for the process to be over.  Crystal was showing as well, but as her body was a bit smaller and more petite than Tina's or Kaylyn's, her bump was slightly smaller than theirs.  Summer, as the last to get pregnant, started showing later that the other girls, but earlier than expected.  She continued to spend as much time in the gym as she could before her pregnancy made it difficult, and as a result was the most fit of the five of them. Lizzie, now late in her second trimester, had a noticeable, but small baby bump.  She had not begun to show until the second trimester had started, and Lizzie found that she could not stop touching or rubbing her own belly now that it was starting to become more orb-like.  She had been startled the first time she felt the baby inside her move, and the sensation had made her smile, despite hammering home the fact that she was pregnant.  She had remembered Kaylyn's squeal of delight when she had first felt hers move, and the two of them had spent a memorable night feeling each other's bellies.   Kaylyn's movement had been more pronounced; Lizzie could feel it even through her overalls, which somehow fit Kaylyn even with her large torpedo-like belly protruding out.  Kaylyn had also commented on how cute Lizzie's bump was, even if it was quite small. Though she was delighted and amazed with her pregnancy so far, Lizzie found that, even with one more trimester to go, she was already becoming anxious about the birth.  Talking to Kaylyn did not help with this, for Kaylyn was anticipating her own labor and delivery with great interest.   Therefore, Lizzie had taken to browsing the internet in an effort to research this topic, often spending many late nights alone in the library, rubbing her belly gently as she studied.  She had watched a number of birth videos and read a few articles about what to expect from labor and birth, though she knew that obviously this would be quite different from the actual experience.  Her curiosity leading her down the "giving birth" rabbit hole and her desire to consider all possibilities led her into researching strange rumors and stories about pregnancy and birth.  She had come across the article that Kaylyn had mentioned, talking about the girl named Hannah who claimed that she gave birth to a mermaid, and Lizzie's thoughts strayed around again to the rumor that there was a mermaid with them somewhere in the facility.   Continuing her research, among the various rumors of alien abductions and impregnations, she came across an article written by a teenager that claimed she had been a fairy in a past life before she had been "reborn" by her mother, a story that claimed that a mysterious game almost made a girl give birth in her early teens, and an article claiming that a woman had continuously given birth to herself for years, claiming a kind of immortality as a result.  Lizzie found all of these stories interesting, but was skeptical on weather or not any of these were true.  In any case, reading them had taken her nervousness about her own upcoming birth away, and she bookmarked the articles for later, thinking that Kaylyn would no doubt find them all interesting. Almost three months had passed, and all five girls were unmistakably pregnant now.  A checkup for each of them at the beginning of each week had become part of their normal routine, and all of them had become very exciting and anxious about giving birth soon.  They had started a sort of unofficial routine each morning of all of them feeling each other's bellies until they felt kicks, discussing their pregnancies, and comparing their bumps; Kaylyn's was the biggest, followed by Tina's, then Summer's, despite her being the last to get pregnant, followed by Crystal's.  Lizzie's bump was the smallest, though not by much, and Lizzie had long assumed that it was because she was such a small, thin person herself.  All five girls noted that, though there was a noticeable difference in the size of each other's bellies, the sizes were very close together.  As time of the girls' due dates approached, the scientist had told all of them that if assistance was needed because one of them was in labor, any of them could hit the red button on the intercom to summon her to the birthing suite, and also explained that each of them could choose what position they preferred to give birth in, when the time came.  Lizzie had gotten so used to both her new life in the facility and being pregnant that she could hardly believe three months had already passed, and she could tell that the other girls felt the same way.  Shortly in the final week of the third month, however, the passage of time immediately hit home; Tina, normally one of the first girls to wake up in the morning, waddled out of her room long after the other girls had started their day, and announced, "I... think I'm in labor!"

8

Lizzie and the other three girls waddled up to Tina and surrounded her as she clutched her belly with one hand, grimacing.  "How is it?" Kaylyn asked, holding her own torpedo sized belly, "How does it feel??"  Tina stood, breathing and grasping her belly for a few seconds, eyes closed.  Then, she nodded and said, "It does hurt, but it's ok!"  The girls murmured among themselves as Tina continued to rub her belly, her contractions seeming to subside for a time.  Lizzie's mind was racing, and she wondered if the serum that accelerated all their pregnancies would have any effect on the births as well.  Summer had moved forward to help Tina, but Tina waved her away.  "I'm alright, I think," she assured them.  "I don't think we should panic!"  "My water hasn't even broken yet!"

For several hours, the girls went back to somewhat their normal routine, though all of them decided to stay close to Tina, in case she needed help.  Tina spend most of her time doing her general activities: reading, cleaning, and organizing, although she was panting during most of them.  Occasionally, she would pause and grimace as the pain seemed to worsen, but overall she seemed to be taking her entire labor well.

Four hours later, however, Tina's panting  had gotten more intense, and was joined by slight moans.  Tina had dropped herself down into the rocking chair in the living room, rubbing her belly profusely and grimacing in pain, panting and moaning nonstop.  It was at this point that the other girls decided it was time to call the scientist in, and Crystal had hit the red button on the intercom.  The scientist arrived almost 10 minutes later, and told the girls to help Tina get to the birthing suite.  Lizzie and Crystal got on either side of Tina, lifted her gently by each arm, and slowly walked her to the center of the foyer, into the birthing suite, as Kaylyn walked behind her, rubbing her back, and Summer led the way, making sure the girls did not trip.  As soon as they all arrived, the girls helped Tina undress, and get situated in her preferred birthing position: standing while leaning onto the side of the bed.  The scientist began to examine her, as the other girls watched, each holding their belly silently.  As Tina's moans seemed to increase in pitch, her water broke, and the scientist declared that she was fully dilated and instructed her to push. 

Tina pushed, grunting and yelling out, more in effort than in pain.  Lizzie saw that Tina seemed to have a fair amount of pain tolerance, which was strained to its limit at the moment.  Tina pushed several more times, gripping the side of the bed tightly, with the other girls calling out encouragement to her, and then they all saw something peek out of her vagina.  Tina cried out and bent her knees slightly, still holding the bed for support as she pushed, and the girls watched the head slowly drop out of her, gravity seeming to help speed up the process.  With a mighty grunt, Tina gave one final push, and the scientist caught the baby as it was born.  The girls all cheered as the baby cried and Tina exhaled in exhaustion.  She had given birth to a healthy baby boy with dark hair, and once Tina had climbed into the bed, the scientist handed him to her as she cut the cord.  Tina smiled at the child as it wriggled in her arms, then allowed each of the other girls to hold him in turn. Kaylyn was beaming, the rest were smiling, and even Lizzie found herself grinning happily as she took the baby in her arms, holding it over her own ball-shaped belly.

Eventually, the scientist took the baby and informed Tina that she was taking him to the caretakers, and that, thanks to the fast pregnancy serum, Tina would recover from the trauma of childbirth in less than 24 hours, which amazed all the girls.  They stayed with Tina for the next hour, asking her questions about how the process of birth felt; most of these asked by Kaylyn of course.  Eventually, they all left the birthing suite, to allow Tina to get some rest.  Lizzie made her way to the library, to lose herself in a book, but found her mind wandering too much to be able to do this.  She absentmindedly rubbed her belly as she sat in one of the recliners in the Library, her thoughts replaying Tina's delivery over and over.  Lizzie had just witnessed her first live birth, excluding those she had seen in online videos, and to her, it did not seem too bad.

9

Because Crystal had been impregnated a week after Tina had been, all of the girls assumed Crystal would have her baby a week after Tina's baby had been born.  However, 3 days later, when the girls had noticed that Crystal had not left her room all morning, Lizzie had been sent in to find Crystal thrashing around in her bed, crying.  "I'm in so much pain," Crystal said upon catching sight of Lizzie.  "Oooh, it hurts!"   Lizzie called the other girls in, and Tina and Kaylyn helped Crystal waddle slowly out of her room and into the foyer, tears falling down her face as she moaned painfully.  "Ooohh, fuuuuck," Crystal trilled, as they walked toward the birthing suite.  "How long were you in labor?" Tina asked her.  "Were you not going to tell us?"  "I c.....couldn't m...move," Crystal breathed out between moans, "I...it hurt t..too BAAAAA!!" Crystal let out a cry of agony as her pain worsened.  Once the girls reached the birthing suite, Crystal began begging, "Sc...scientist!" "Call the... the scientist!"  "Please!"  As she cried and moaned again, her face buried in the birthing bed's pillow, Summer hit the red button on the intercom, she being the one closest to it. About 10 minutes later, while Crystal cried and moaned, the scientist came out of the staff door and made her way to the birthing suite.  Once she entered, the other four girls followed her inside and gathered around the laboring girl.  "Well, apparently it's time," the scientist said to Crystal cheerfully, to which Crystal replied with a loud cry.  The scientist, with the girls' help, undressed Crystal and got her positioned to check her dilation.  Lizzie was sure, based on Crystal's reactions, that she had to be fully dilated.  However, the scientist shook her head at all of them and said to Crystal, "Honey, you're still only about six centimeters!" "Ooooww!" "Ooohhh!" Crystal cried, "Oh this really hurts!"  Crystal looked into the scientist's eyes pleadingly.  "I...I want an epidural!" Please give me an epidural!"  The scientist shook her head, feeling for the young girl.  "I can't," she responded, "It is incompatible with the fast pregnancy serum, and could cause harm to the baby if I did."  "PLEASE!" Crystal begged, holding her belly and crying.  "Please, it hurts!"  "Please make it stop!" This continued for another hour; Crystal crying, moaning, and begging as the rest of the girls tried to console her, and the scientist continued to check her dilation every few minutes.  Crystal kept repositioning herself on the bed, trying anything for relief, but none came.  The scientist suggested that walking around might help, so the girls helped Crystal to her feet and they all began walking a lap around the birthing suite.  A few minutes into the walk, Crystal's moans sharpened and she began hysterically crying out, "AAAAHHH!" "P..PRESSURE!!"  "I NEED TO PUSH!"  But, as the scientist had just checked her dilation, and she was only eight centimeters, she forbade Crystal to push and told her to continue to walk.  Crystal and the rest finished their lap around the suite, Crystal continuously crying and begging to let her push.  They had all just returned inside the birthing suite when Crystal's water finally broke, and they helped her back over to the bed. It did not take long after that for Crystal to start screaming, her labor clearly in full force now.  The scientist instructed her to push as Crystal's legs trembled and she cried out, "AAAAAHHH!!" "OOOH FUCK!"   Crystal shook uncontrollably as she pushed, screaming at the top of her lungs.  Lizzie continued to watch, somewhat disturbed, before looking around at the others.  Kaylyn was laser focused on the birth, drinking in the entire moment with clear fascination.  Tina was situated nearby, giving out words of encouragement to Crystal, having gone through labor herself already.  Lizzie then looked over at Summer, to see that she was white as a sheet, clearly freaked out over what she was watching, her mouth slightly open in shock.  As she held her own belly with one hand, she trembled slightly, and though it looked like she wanted to take her eyes off Crystal, she could or would not, and Lizzie had to remind herself that Summer was the youngest one here, and barely out of her teens. "AAAAHHHH.... F...FUUUUUCCKK!" Crystal shouted, "OOOHH SHIT!"  The scientist held her legs open as Crystal screamed.  "GET IT OUT!! I WANT IT OUT!!"  "You can do it," Tina said to her, and was echoed by Kaylyn, "You got this, Crystal!"  Lizzie called out her own encouragement to Crystal, though noticing that Summer stayed silent.   Crystal cried out again, as the scientist continued to instruct, then suggested that Crystal change birthing positions.  Tina and the scientist helped her off the bed, and Crystal slumped to the floor, on all fours, screaming.  "AAAHHHHHH! PLEASE GET IT OUT!" she howled, before Lizzie saw a bulge in her vagina.  "You're getting it out," the scientist said to her.  "We see the head, right girls?"  They began to murmur in the affirmative, but then they were all drowned out by an even more shrill scream from Crystal.  "EEEEAAAAHHHH!!"  "IT BURNS!" "IT'S BURNING!!"  "Yes, that's normal," the scientist encouraged.  "Push through it, Crystal, you're almost done!"  Crystal howled as she pushed, her belly and head hanging down, and the head emerged, poking out of Crystal like an egg.  "AAHHHH!" "PULL IT OUT! PULL IT OUT! PULL IT OUUUUTT!" Crystal pleaded.  "One more push," the scientist responded.   Crying out in pain, Crystal pushed, her eyes squeezed shut and tilting her head back, until the baby fell out of her and into the scientist's arms. It was a boy, with black hair and a pale complexion, just like Crystal.  She was crying in relief as Tina helped her up slowly onto the bed.  Lizzie watched Kaylyn move forward smiling wide as the scientist handed the newborn to Crystal, but noticed that Summer had left the suite.  Lizzie went looking for her and found her in the living area, sitting on a sofa staring ahead at the blank television.  As Lizzie took a seat beside her, Summer's head snapped around to look straight into her eyes.  "Th... that was.. so intense," Summer squeaked out, still flushed.  "It was... so bad!"  Lizzie put a hand on Summer's shoulder.  "Did... did you see how much pain Crystal was in, Lizzie?" Summer asked, almost pleadingly.  Lizzie nodded, and Summer trembled.   "What if... is that how it's going to be??"  "I'm scared, Lizzie!!"   Lizzie pulled Summer into a comforting hug, as much as she could get away with, considering both of their large bellies.  "I don't know if I can do this," Summer blurted out fearfully.  "Hey, it's ok," Lizzie comforted her.  "You can do it."  "Just think of Tina's birth... she got through it just fine."  "But, that's Tina," Summer responded.   "Crystal's younger than her, and I'm the youngest!"  "It's gonna be horrible, I just know it!"  Lizzie grabbed Summer gently and looked into her eyes.  "Look, it's true that it might be rough and painful," Lizzie started, "and not all births are the same!"  "But, you're strong and healthy, and I know you can do it!"  Lizzie placed a hand on Summer's belly, and at the same time, took Summer's hand and placed it on her own belly.  "I'll be going before you, so just watch what I do," Lizzie continued.  "And don't worry, when the time comes, we'll all be with you the entire time."  Summer seemed to steel herself, encouraged by Lizzie's words.  "Ok, I'll try," she said, nodding firmly.  "I hope what we just saw was the worst of it!"

10

A full week passed since Tina and Crystal had given birth, and the two of them had recovered very quickly, even gaining very little post-pregnancy weight.  They had settled back into their normal routines, happy that they had carried their first babies to term and delivered them already.  Despite the pain of the births, the two of them admitted that they were ready to do it again soon, though they knew it would not happen until the others gave birth, and were perfectly fine with waiting.   Kaylyn was becoming quite anxious again, knowing that her time to give birth was coming soon, and she was very excited about it.  Kaylyn had finally switched her normal attire to a loose fitting pink nightgown, her overalls now no longer able to contain her huge protruding torpedo of a belly.  The full week after Crystal's baby had been born, Lizzie had sat down with Kaylyn alone in the living area and told her best friend all about Summer's fear and anticipation about giving birth, feeling that if there was one person in the facility that could truly help Summer, it was Kaylyn, the girl who was excited about the process, rather than afraid.  "Crystal's labor really freaked her out," Lizzie said, as she sat on one end of the sofa, rubbing her belly softly.  "She's worried it's gonna hurt too bad for her to handle!"   "I've tried talking to her, but...,"  Kaylyn nodded, rubbing her hands over her belly lovingly.  "I'll try to help her," she responded.   "Frankly, I'm jealous... I'd be over the moon about watching everyone else give birth before doing it myself!"  "Oh, shut up," Lizzie said, smiling, and Kaylyn chuckled!  "So, how are you feeling?" Lizzie asked, glancing at Kaylyn's huge bump, which she was still rubbing.   "Wonderful!" Kaylyn responded, sighing.  "Even better than usual today, which I didn't think was possible!"  Kaylyn leaned back, spreading her legs and closed her eyes, panting seeming in pleasure!  Lizzie watched as Kaylyn's belly seemed to pulsate slightly, and realization hit her.   "KAY, you're not in labor are you??" She asked loudly, to which Kaylyn simply nodded. "Damn it, Kaylyn, why did you not tell us?" Tina exclaimed.  Lizzie had helped Kaylyn to the birthing suite and then called all the other girls, letting them know what was happening.  The entire walk to the suite, Kaylyn was giggling and rubbing her belly, and upon arriving, she had settled on the birthing ball, rocking on it, holding her bump and smiling.  "Doesn't it hurt?" Lizzie asked, watching her friend bounce on the ball.  Kaylyn grimaced a bit but kept smiling.  "Yeah, it does, but it feels great!" She responded.  Crystal gaped at her in disbelief, Lizzie shook her head, and Tina almost shouted, "You are so weird, Kaylyn," with a slight laugh, seemingly both angry and amused.  Summer was hanging back, watching nervously from a distance.   "Should we call the scientist?" Tina asked, staring at Kaylyn.  Kaylyn panted for a few seconds, then responded, "I guess... I'm doing fine right now!" Kaylyn shrugged, still panting softly, though in pain or pleasure, Lizzie was not sure.  Perhaps it was both! A few hours later, Kaylyn had to admit that labor was getting quite painful now, but her spirits seemed to continue to be high.  Tina had asked again if they should call the scientist, but Kaylyn shook her head, telling her that it still was not too bad so far.  Her only request was that Lizzie stay with her.  "I'm not going anywhere," Lizzie had responded to this, smiling at her.  Tina had therefore returned to the dining area, to cook up dinner.  Summer continued to watch from the background, strolling around nervously.  Crystal sat on the bed and watched, as Lizzie knelt down as much as her own belly would allow, beside Kaylyn and held her hand.  Kaylyn's smile faded slightly as she grimaced and let out a moan.  "Ooh, that was a big one," she breathed, as Lizzie looked at her with concern.  Crystal stared at Kaylyn's huge belly and said softly to Lizzie, " The size of her belly... there has to be quite a big baby in there!"  "Oh, I really hope so," Kaylyn exclaimed, before crying out loudly, gripping Lizzie's hand tightly.  "Ok, that's it, we're calling the scientist," Crystal said, dropping off the bed.  Kaylyn tried to protest, but she was too busy panting, and Crystal had already sprinted out of the birthing suite. In the 20 minutes it took for the scientist to arrive, Kaylyn had begun to pant harder and moan more from pain than pleasure.  She was squeezing Lizzie's hand so hard, Lizzie lost feeling in it, but refused to let go.  Kaylyn's smile had disappeared, to be replaced with a painful expression as the contractions grew closer together, as well as worse.  The scientist immediately moved Kaylyn over to the bed and helped her undress, to check her dilation.  "Oh, wow, you're already dilated!" She said to Kaylyn in surprise, "You can pu..."  "Aaaaggghhhh!" Kaylyn yelled, pushing.  "Oooohhh God!"  Kaylyn let out a slight laugh as the contraction subsided, and she maneuvered to get off the bed.  "I want... I want to do this squatting..." Kaylyn said.  "Feels like I'm taking a sh...UUUGGHHH!" Kaylyn cried out again, squatting down, and Lizzie immediately saw a dark haired head poking out of Kaylyn's vagina.   "Hahh, hhaaahhh!" Kaylyn panted as the head began to drop out of her.   "It's coming very fast," the scientist said calmly, holding Kaylyn steady as she pushed.  "I KNOWWW!" Kaylyn screamed, and bore down again.  The baby dropped so fast, Lizzie barely had time to catch it. As Lizzie held the crying newborn girl, letting the scientist cut the cord, Kaylyn held onto the bed behind her, still panting.  The scientist, noticing something amiss, examined Kaylyn for a minute, then locked eyes with her.  "There's another one," she said.  "You were carrying twins!!"  Kaylyn simply burst out laughing, as the rest of the girls gasped and murmured in shock.  "Twins?" Lizzie squeaked, still holding Kaylyn's baby.  As Kaylyn began to squat and push again, Tina rushed forward and took the baby from Lizzie's arms, as Kaylyn quickly grabbed her hand again.  "Oooowwwwwaaahhhh!" Kaylyn bellowed as a second head appeared between her legs.  Summer had approached timidly to see what was happening, and watched as Kaylyn delivered the twin.  Lizzie could not read her expression, and therefore did not know if she was reassured or made even more terrified by Kaylyn's labor.  Kaylyn grunted and howled as the head popped out and hung out of her.  She steeled herself and with one final push, delivered the twin baby into the scientist's hands. "So, what happens if one of us has twins??" Crystal asked the scientist, as Kaylyn panted in relief, bent over the foot of the bed, catching her breath.  Lizzie held one of the twin girls, while the scientist held the other.  Both twins had been passed around for all the girls to hold, and the scientist was positioning her arms to allow her to carry both babies at the same time to the caretakers.  "It means that Kaylyn has already had two of her five, and therefore will only be required to have 3 more!" She responded, shifting her weight and taking the baby from Lizzie in her free arm.  "I'll have to speak with the others about this, but it technically means that during all of your final pregnancies, Kaylyn will probably be free to leave!"  "She won't like that," Lizzie thought to herself, smiling slightly.   The scientist left with the babies, and the girls all returned to the birthing suite, talking among themselves as Kaylyn lay in the bed, resting.  She protested immediately when Lizzie told her what the scientist had said about she possibly being free to leave early.  "If you think I would leave this facility while the four of you are still pregnant with your final babies, you're crazy," she said sternly.  "Even if they don't impregnate me the 5th time because I had twins, I'm still here to support all of you!"  Lizzie smiled at her, and watched as the others grinned as well.  Knowing Kaylyn, she would no doubt request to have a sixth baby even though it was not required.   Lizzie was standing next to Kaylyn's bed, and Kaylyn reached out a hand to touch Lizzie's protruding belly.  "You're next, you know," she said, smiling up at Lizzie.  "You'll do great!"  Lizzie nodded and smiled back at her, knowing what she said was true and feeling both excited and nervous. 

11

As the week following Kaylyn's twins' birth passed, Lizzie, knowing it would be her turn anytime now, began to feel very nervous and anxious.   Kaylyn recovered the day after her birth, and after getting back into her overalls, began to stay around Lizzie almost constantly, the two of them anticipating Lizzie going into labor any moment.  As if the baby inside her could also feel that time was growing close, it had been more active as of late: kicking inside her so much, it felt as though the baby was using her bladder as a soccer ball.  This, of course, kept Lizzie hovering in and around the bathroom even more than normal as of late, with the constant feeling of needing to pee now never-ending. The baby also seemed to feel much heavier to Lizzie, causing pressure on her back and pelvis.  She had taken to soaking in the pool on occasion, to deal with the discomfort.  Kaylyn told Lizzie that her cute baby bump seemed to be lower, but other than the added discomfort, Lizzie felt nothing else to indicate that she was in labor.  Kaylyn, bless her, was trying to talk to Lizzie to help take her mind off her displeasure and anxiety, but Kaylyn loved reliving her own birth, describing it in loving detail, and could scarcely talk of nothing else.  Also aware that Lizzie's time was close at hand, Tina and Crystal had offered words of encouragement to her as well, saying that if they could do it, then Lizzie could.  Summer tried to help too, but conversations with her usually just turned into hugging sessions, as the two of them were both equally nervous. Finally, after about 9 days had passed since Kaylyn had given birth, Lizzie was awoken by what was unmistakably a contraction, as well as painful pressure on her hips.  She reached over for her glasses and put them on, then rubbed her belly in an attempt to relieve it, crying out in a low moan.  Once the pain subsided enough that she felt like she could move, Lizzie got out of bed and waddled slowly to the door. Kaylyn was waiting for her outside her room, as she had been doing every morning since she herself had given birth.   Upon seeing the painful expression on Lizzie's face, as well as hearing her pants and soft moans, Kaylyn rushed forward to help her.  "It's happening??" She asked, staring at Lizzie as she slowly guided her down the steps.  Lizzie nodded, whimpering a bit.  "Y...yes," she squeaked out between pants.  "I... I definitely th..think I'm in.. l..labor!"   "GIRLS, IT'S TIME!" Kaylyn yelled out, as she guided Lizzie toward the birthing suite.  Each step was agony, for it seemed as if gravity was acting on the baby, pulling it down lower and lower.  A few times, Lizzie cried out loudly as the pain and pressure peaked, while Kaylyn held her steady, rubbing Lizzie's belly gently. By the time they got to the birthing suite, Lizzie was moaning loudly, feeling like a huge weight had settled into her pelvis.  With Kaylyn and Tina's help, she undressed from her shirt and loose jeans and crawled into the bed, as Crystal ran to call the scientist.  Summer hung back again, but Lizzie vaguely noticed that she was standing closer than she had been when Kaylyn was birthing.  Lizzie grimaced as a powerful contraction hit her, and Kaylyn offered her hand, which Lizzie gripped tightly.  The pain brought with it an increase to the pressure, and an urge to push!   "I gotta push," Lizzie squeaked out to Kaylyn, who shook her head.  "Not yet, wait until the scientist can check your dilation first!" She responded. "You're seven centimeters," the scientist declared 20 minutes later, after checking Lizzie's dilation.  Groaning and crying in pain, Lizzie writhed on the bed, feeling as though she was about to pass a bowling ball through her.  "Oooohh... I neeeeddd to push," she trilled.  Kaylyn suggested that using the birthing ball might help, and when Lizzie nodded her agreement, the girls helped her transition over to it.  Lizzie rocked and rolled slowly on the ball, letting out moans, pants, and cries of pain as the pressure held steady on her hips.  Her back ached severely, and she simultaneously felt as if she needed to pee and defecate all at once.  "Ooohhh... my back," Lizzie groaned, and Kaylyn immediately began to rub it, giving her some relief.   For another hour, Lizzie continued to moan and cry as she labored on the ball.  Just when she thought it could not get any worse, her water broke, and after it did, the urge to push increased ten-fold.  "OOOH, I GOTTA PUSH I GOTTA PUSH I GOTTA PUSH," Lizzie chanted, as the scientist ran over to check her.  "Ok, it's time, you're at full dilation," she announced over Lizzie's screams.  Kaylyn and Tina helped Lizzie back over to the bed and, with her request, positioned her legs into the stirrups.  "Aaaahhhh!" Lizzie cried out, feeling the pressure slam into her birth canal.  She pushed instinctively, gripping Kaylyn's hand and groaning.  As the contraction subsided, Lizzie slumped backward onto the pillow, crying in pain.  "You're doing so good, Liz," Kaylyn said happily to her.  Lizzie felt like her back was on fire, and her legs shook in the stirrups as she readied herself for another push.   "Uuuugghhh!! AAAHHHHH!!" She screamed, feeling the baby move down, stretching her cervix wide.  "You got this," Tina encouraged, standing beside Crystal at the foot of the bed.  "You so got this," Crystal echoed.  Kaylyn was directly behind Lizzie now, holding her arms back and wiping her hair and sweat off of her face, but this left Lizzie with nothing to hold onto for support.  "I got you," Kaylyn said over Lizzie's cries, but then she felt someone grip her hand, and turned to look into Summer's eyes.  Her left hand on her belly, and her right hand in Lizzie's, Summer nodded down at her.  Somehow, this gave Lizzie all the encouragement she needed. "The head is right there," the scientist announced, as Tina and Crystal cheered upon seeing it.  Lizzie howled in pain as she felt a burning sensation in her vagina.  As she bore down, she could feel herself opening and the baby's head passing through.  "It's crowning," the scientist said, wiping around the head with a cloth, which caused Lizzie to whimper as it touched her stretched sensitive pussy around the head.  "It's sunny side up!"  "One more push," the scientist called out, and all the other girls began cheering, "GO LIZZIE GO!"  Even Summer, who looked like she was going to be physically sick, cheered Lizzie on, and did not let go of her hand.   "Ready?" Kaylyn asked happily, and Lizzie barely had time to nod before yelling out in pain as she pushed, and the baby ejected from her with a pop and a gush of fluid. Lizzie lay panting on the bed in relief, her legs still in the stirrups, as her baby's cord was cut and the newborn was passed around for each of the girls to hold.  It was a girl, with sandy brown hair identical to Lizzie's, and once Lizzie was finally able to hold this child that had come out of her, she felt as though she was in love.  However, she then remembered the contract she signed, and how she would have to give up this child to the caretakers. Deciding then and there that she would definitely make arrangements to track and even visit her daughter whenever she could, Lizzie smiled down at the baby girl happily as it wriggled in her arms.  Kaylyn put an arm around her best friend as she cooed and talked cheerfully and playfully to Lizzie's baby.  Summer had left as soon as she had held the baby for a bit, and Lizzie suspected that she had likely gone to vomit, her body finally coming to terms with her nervousness.  "You did great," Crystal said to Lizzie, beaming, as Tina smiled at them from just outside the birthing suite, where she was talking to the scientist.  "You made that look so easy," she continued.  "That looked easy?" Lizzie asked with a snort of laughter.  "I was yelling my head off!"  "Yeah, and so was I, remember?" Crystal reminded her.  "But, I didn't hear you beg to stop the pain or get it out!"  "Hey, we all deal with pain in our own way," Kaylyn reassured her.  "Oh yeah, you're one to talk, miss "Oh, the pain feels so good!" even when you're having TWINS!" Crystal said to her.   Kaylyn grinned.  "Hey, I'm weird, remember??" She responded happily.   Lizzie smiled as she held her child up to breastfeed.  "I love you guys," she said weakly, which instantly shut them all up.

12

Perhaps it was because Summer was barely out of her teens, but almost two days later, after Lizzie had recovered, Summer had already gone into labor.  She waddled out of her room, looking shaken and holding her belly with one hand.  "I'm hurting!!" She said to the girls as they approached her.  Kaylyn put her hand on Summer's belly as she moaned out softly.  "Are you sure it's just not late pregnancy pains?" Tina asked.  "We all had them leading up to our times!"  "It's not," Kaylyn announced.  "She's having contractions!"  It was at that moment that her water broke, and a puddle formed at Summer's feet! Kaylyn and Lizzie guided the panting and moaning young mother to the birthing suite as Crystal attempted to prepare the room.  Tina, meanwhile, called the scientist, and as they all waited, Summer rocked on the birthing ball, low moaning to herself.  "You're doing great," Kaylyn reassured her.   "It hurts!" Summer breathed between moans, holding her belly.  Lizzie watched her and noted again how fit Summer was, due to all the time she had spent in the gym.  "If anyone could get through childbirth without too much trouble, it has to be Summer," she thought.  "Are you ok?" Kaylyn asked Summer, who panted for a bit, then said, seemingly surprised, "It hurts, but it... it's not too bad!"  Kaylyn nodded and gave Lizzie a small smile, which she returned.  Summer had been the girl most dreading her birth, to the point of sheer panic, but it was reassuring to see that Summer had seemed to worry too much about it. When the scientist arrived, she asked Summer to lay on the bed and spread her legs, so she could check her dilation.  Panting slightly, Summer complied, and the scientist declared that she was already 7 centimeters dilated.  "Wow, you're taking it like a champ," Kaylyn said to Summer after this examination, giving her a reassuring smile.  Summer smiled back slightly, panting softly.  "I... think I'd like to walk..." She said, getting up out of the bed. Summer had done more than walk. After 10 minutes of walking around, Summer found herself unfulfilled and so, in typical Summer fashion, she had made her way into the gym and got on the treadmill.  The other girls could not really hide their amusement over this, and so they all laughed and chatted with Summer as she dealt with her labor by jogging slightly on the treadmill.  Lizzie was amazed by Summer's stamina; while she had been pregnant, and especially in labor, Lizzie could barely walk, and certainly would not be able to jog on the treadmill. After about 30 minutes of this, Summer stopped the treadmill suddenly and slumped over the front of it, crying out loudly.  "Aaahhh, it hurts bad!!" She exclaimed, and Lizzie moved forward to rub her back.  At the same time, Kaylyn and Crystal hoisted Summer off the treadmill and began guiding her back to the birthing suite.  "No, I can't," she said panicked after she took two steps, "It's coming right now!! Aaaahhhh!!" Summer doubled over and spread her legs slightly.  "Uuuggghh, ooooohhhh!!" "Ooh, it feels like it's coming down right now!!"  Apparently, Summer's workout on the treadmill had worked too well, and labor was progressing fast.  Lizzie was just thinking how ironically fitting it would be for Summer to deliver here in the gym when Kaylyn spoke up, "I have an idea, but all of you will need to help!" The four girls had lifted Summer up off her feet completely, and together they had carried her all the way to the birthing suite.  Summer was howling the entire time, and as they lowered her gently onto the bed, her legs thrashed as she screamed.   "I...I'M PUSHING! AAAHHH, IT CAN'T WAIT!!" Summer bellowed.  The scientist checked her and nodded, astonished.  "Yeah, not only are you fully dilated, but the baby's already moving down!" She said.  "What did you do??"  Summer responded by screaming again, as a bulge popped up in her vagina.  "Summer, there's the head," Crystal called out over her moans.  As it emerged, Lizzie could see a tuft of blonde hair similar in color to Summer's. Screaming again, and spreading her legs wide, Summer pushed and the head moved a few more inches out.  "AAAAHH, IT BURNS!!" Summer yelled, thrashing around on the bed.  Kaylyn, Tina, and Lizzie all moved forward to hold her as the scientist said, "You're crowning!"  "GO Summer, you're almost there!!" Crystal cheered, and her encouragement was echoed by the others as Summer gathered her strength and pushed, her face screwed up in pain, crying out loudly.  After an entire 30 seconds of pushing, the baby slipped out of Summer, crying loudly. Summer had given birth to a girl, and as Lizzie had seen earlier, the baby had lots of blonde hair the same color as Summer's hair.  The scientist, as per their unofficial tradition, passed the baby around to let each girl hold her before giving her to Summer.  "You did it," Crystal said cheerfully to Summer, who was laughing softly as she held her daughter.  "See, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Kaylyn said, causing all the girls to giggle.  "You really did so great," Lizzie said to Summer, putting a hand gently on her shoulder.  "I know you were scared!"  "I was," Summer said, as she looked down at her baby, "But it was worth it!"  "I could do it again!"  "Me too!" Kaylyn said immediately, to no one's surprise.  Lizzie nodded, feeling at that moment that she too was quite willing to carry and give birth again.   This was what she signed up for, after all.  The scientist came in and took the baby after a final goodbye from Summer, and then left, leaving the girls alone and all non-pregnant for the first time in months. Over the next several days, Summer had recovered, and the five girls had gone back to their lives in the facility, feeling quite fulfilled and happy.  The knowledge that they had all successfully given birth to their babies and that those babies would be adopted by families that would love them soon, filled all the girls with great happiness.  Using the library computer, Lizzie had already found a website established for the experiment.  It was very secretive, at least on the surface, but there was also a very secure login screen.  Lizzie had been quite surprised when she entered her name and social security number as requested by the page, and she had been given access.  Apparently, all the girls involved in the experiment had been given access to the site, just by putting in their information.  Lizzie scrolled a bit to what she was looking for: tracking.  Here, she found her own picture and a list of how many babies she had delivered.  Obviously, there was only one entry on the list, and so she clicked it, and was treated with pictures, information, and even a running video of the caretaker in charge of taking care of the daughter Lizzie had birthed.  The caretaker was a young girl, barely older than Lizzie, with long blonde hair and light skin, whose name was Rose.  Lizzie found a live video of Rose breastfeeding Lizzie's unnamed baby, and watched it for a while, smiling happily.  Her heart swelled at the sight of her daughter being taken care of so well, and hoped she would bring joy to whoever ended up with her.  Bookmarking the site before closing it, Lizzie had just stood up from behind the computer and stretched when she heard a tone from the intercom in the foyer.  "Attention, all members of the project," a voice said, and Lizzie recognized it as Daniel's.  She quickly rushed outside, to see that the other girls had done the same.  "We are happy to announce that phase one of the challenge is complete and that 22 healthy babies have been born!" Daniel's voice continued.  "A week will pass, for general recovery and preparation, and then phase two will begin!"  "The names of all birthers will be randomized by our computer again, and the we will call the name of the first candidate from each section!"  There was a pause, then Daniel said, "I wish to congratulate all 20 birthers for your success in carrying and delivering the first babies for our little project!!"  "Here's hoping you will continue to be successful in your efforts!"  As the announcement ended, Lizzie turned to see smiles on all the other girls' faces, mirroring her own.  "So, wonder what's gonna happen next?" Kaylyn asked, brightly.

13

As announced, after a week passed by, the experiment started up again for phase two, with a newly randomized list.  Lizzie was the first to get pregnant this time, followed by Crystal, then Tina, then Summer, and finally Kaylyn last.  Lizzie was not sure if Kaylyn being last was because she had had twins previously, or if it was just a coincidence.   As the months passed, Lizzie had continued to use the facility's site to monitor her child, as well as learn more about the experiment itself.   During the week between the phases of the experiment, Lizzie learned that she could look up a list of all the girls in the experiment, and call up a list of their babies, as she had done hers.  Doing so, she discovered that, in addition to Kaylyn, a girl named Nikki in Section B was the other person to give birth to twins during phase one.  Lizzie also had entertained herself slightly by finding the babies of all of her new friends, to see how well they were being taken care of, and she was pleased to find that the caretakers were just as loving and caring to them as they had been to her own child. During the next few months, the girls had slipped back into a routine similar to the one they had enjoyed during their first pregnancies, with everything seeming to go smoothly.  Lizzie eventually gave birth to a boy this time, that was, in her opinion, a spitting image of Daniel.  Being the first to deliver meant that she spend the next couple of weeks effectively as midwife, as Crystal brought forth her next son, Tina a daughter, and Summer and Kaylyn both having boys as well.  Lizzie noted that the births in the second phase were not much more or less intense as those in the first, but with each girl having already gone through the process once before, they were more experienced and prepared this time around. Lizzie eventually spent almost two years total living in the facility as the experiment continued.  During that time, she had given birth to three more girls, which joined her first daughter and son with the caretakers, allowing her to meet her quota of five babies.  The other girls eventually also had given birth to their five babies, and as predicted, the facility staff had offered to let Kaylyn leave before phase 5 started, as thanks to her twins, she had already had her five babies, but she flat out refused, choosing to stay and support her friends in their final pregnancies and births.  Thankfully, there had been no other complications, other than Tina's third birth being breech, and close to the end of the 4th phase, an announcement had come over the entire facility saying that there would be slight delays, because someone in the facility was having triplets!  Lizzie had learned, via using the facility's site, that it had been Daniel's wife, Rena, who had birthed the triplets, inadvertently bringing her baby count to six! A week after Lizzie and her section had birthed their final babies, Daniel had announced to the entire facility that the 100 baby challenge was a success, with 104 successful babies born.  All the birthers had fulfilled their contracts, and were now free to leave, and Daniel informed everyone in that same announcement that in a few days, vehicles would be prepared for whoever needed them, to transport them back to their former lives.  After two years in the facility, Lizzie felt that it would now be a surreal, strange experience to go back to her former life, but she knew two things for certain: She would continue to keep in touch with her fellow birthers, who had become her newest family, and she would continue to track and even eventually make arrangements to visit all of the children she had birthed, wherever they would eventually end up. The day after the announcement, the five girls got a personal visit from the four founders of the facility!  They were going around to each section, thanking all of the birthers personally for their help in making the challenge a reality and success, and also asking each of the girls where they wanted to go from here, so they could be transported later.  Lizzie was happy to meet the other founders of the project, as the only one she had ever interacted with was Daniel, and she was slightly surprised when she noticed that Rena had a small baby bump as she stood next to her husband.  "Haven't you had enough?" Lizzie asked loudly with a laugh as she indicated Rena's belly, remembering that Rena had already given birth to six children during the project.  Rena smiled, but Daniel immediately put his arm around his wife and said happily to Lizzie, "This one is not for the experiment, this baby is ours!!"  Rena nodded, as Daniel kissed her cheek. As preparations to leave got underway, Lizzie found that emotions among the girls were running high, seeing as the five of them had spent almost two years together, during which time they had supported each others' pregnancies and births.  As a result of this, they had all grown super close, and the farewells they exchanged were tearful ones, despite all of them promising each other that they would stay in touch.  Lizzie learned that Tina and Summer were returning to their old lives, their reasons for joining the experiment now fulfilled.  Crystal was unsure where to go from here, but the two years seemed to have been therapeutic for her, and she was now open to new hope and possibilities moving forward.  As Lizzie spend her last day in the facility with her best friend, Kaylyn informed her that she had chosen not to return to her old life.  Kaylyn had spoken with Daniel during the founders' personal visit, and had agreed to stay and work with him to continue to perfect the Fast Pregnancy serum, acting, of course, as a test subject.  "Why am I not surprised?" Lizzie had responded, and the two girls laughed.   But, when Kaylyn asked Lizzie what her plans were upon leaving the facility, she could not answer.  Lizzie had no idea what to do now, for nothing in her life could possibly compare to this experience. After a final emotional farewell to the rest of the girls, Lizzie stepped into the elevator and returned to the lobby she had first laid eyes upon at the beginning of the experiment, two years ago.  When she was escorted out to the parking garage, she received one final surprise: Daniel was waiting there, to personally drive her back to her home.  As Daniel had been the one who had recruited her in the first place, it seemed to Lizzie that it was only fitting for everything to come full circle. During the drive home, where Lizzie sat in the front seat of Daniel's car, rather than the windowless back of the van that had first brought her to the mountain, the two of them spoke in length about the project's success.  "So, how do you feel??" Daniel asked her with a curious and yet concerned expression.  Lizzie thought for a moment, and smiled.  "I feel wonderful," she responded, and knew in her heart that it was true.  The project had been an amazing experience that had given her new friends, and the happy feeling that she had given five barren families somewhere out there, the joys of having children.   Daniel smiled.  "I'm happy to hear you say that," he stated.  "I've heard much the same from all the girls that took part in the project."   "Now that it's over, and successful, we plan to publicly announce our success soon."  "Given our plans for the future, as well as the sheer number of people involved with the project, it's doubtful we could keep it secret anymore in any event."  Lizzie nodded as she processed this information.  "Don't worry," Daniel added, "Other than to the families that will be adopting your babies, of course, we will keep you and all the other birthers anonymous when we go public."  "I know that would be an awkward way to get famous!"  Lizzie smiled, but then her mind went into overdrive, still wondering what her future plans were, and an idea formed.  Seeing Kaylyn in her mind's eye, Lizzie asked, "What if I didn't mind?"  Daniel, pulling into the driveway of Lizzie's house, turned to look at her, confused.  "I think... I would like to do some writing," she continued.  "Perhaps write a book about... all of this!"   "The experience of being in the project, and meeting new friends, and the pains and joys of having our babies..." She trailed off, watching Daniel's expression carefully.  "Would that be ok, since, well, the project is... was... your baby... no pun intended... and I know you want to be careful going public..."  Lizzie closed her mouth to stop her stammering.  "What is wrong with me?" She thought.  However, she saw Daniel give her a warm smile.  "Well, as we're planning to go public soon, I hereby declare the contract fulfilled, which means you are no longer sworn to secrecy," he said, grinning.  "You can do, and write, whatever you want!"  "In fact," he continued as he reached over and opened her door, "If that is your plan, then what if you and your book WAS how we went public??"  Lizzie gaped at him in surprise, and then, as she climbed out of his car, her face beamed happily, and she leaned in and said, "Where do I sign up??" End

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The Hunter's Moon | Part One

The Hunter’s Moon Masterlist

Summary: Austin Butler's life changed forever in 2017. If only people knew how deep that statement ran.

Pairing: Werewolf!Austin Butler x Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings: Angst, Language, Violence, Supernatural Themes, Suggestion of Mature/Explicit Themes - 18 + Only

Author's Note: Inspired by the headcannons of @sassy-ahsoka-tano, written with her blessing. As this is based on supernatural content, it comes with an elevated level of violence and dark themes. It is also a bit of a slow burn, especially compared to my other writing.

Song suggestion: DARKSIDE by NEONI

Word Count: 1565

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Early 2017

To say that filming The Shannara Chronicles in New Zealand had changed Austin Butler’s life would be an understatement. A foundational experience, his first leading role, the furthest he had ever been from home. But there was a lot more to it than that. A weekend alone during the filming of the second season, camping in the mountains, had altered him permanently. At the cellular level.

The lone howl in the moon-drenched night had made his blood run cold. There were no wolves…no carnivorous mammals…in New Zealand. The flash of reflective eyes across the flames of his campfire, however, had startled him to his feet. The urge to run had flooded every muscle of his body, tensing in preparation to flee. He had not stood a chance.

The great grey wolf had easily cleared the height of the flames, all four paws impacting against his chest, driving him to the ground. Claws had shredded his shirt; teeth had sunk into the flesh of his shoulder. The sound of his cellphone ringing had startled the beast off into the night, leaving him in shock. He had somehow managed to make it into his tent, to tie a makeshift bandage around the wound using his pajamas before he had passed out.

Breakfast was waiting for him when he woke, the campfire stoked, his wound properly bandaged. He had not believed a word out of that man’s mouth initially. In fact, his reaction had charted the five stages of grief so neatly, it could have been a textbook case.

Denial.

There was no way this had been happening to him. This was the stuff of myths and legends. It was scientifically impossible and besides how could it have been occurring so long amongst the crowded human world, yet no one had proven it to be true…

He had gone back to work after his days off, acted as though everything were perfectly normal. Camping had been great, very relaxing…his statement to his colleagues was as much to convince himself as them. Until the changes began to take hold: the rapid healing, the heightened sense of smell, the increased sensitivity to light and sound.

Anger.

Had life not been hard enough for him already?! What sins had tarred his soul to bring this curse upon him in addition to the implosion of his family, followed by the loss of his mother so young…

The pure rage had taken over his whole body like a roiling sea. He had snapped at any thing and anyone that had the misfortunate to draw his attention. More than one glass had been thrown across the kitchen…his damage deposit was not returned.

He had fired and re-hired his personal assistant four times that week. The fight with Vanessa over FaceTime had been the first swing of the sledgehammer at the foundation of their relationship.

Bargaining.

There had to be a way to reverse the curse. There was still time before the full moon, he had not turned fully…just flashes of unnaturally bright eyes in the mirror, claw-like nails during fits of rage. He had scoured the internet, the local library, anything he could find to see if there was a way to stop this. He would have given anything to go back in time, to not go camping, to have run up a tree…anything.

The universe had proven deaf to his pleas.

Depression.

He had not been able to pull himself from the cocoon of his bed. The bright sunlight was a mockery of the heavy, oppressive, empty chasm beneath his breastbone. He had felt as though his life was utterly ruined, his career a complete impossibility. How could a normal person hide this…let alone a celebrity?!

He had faked a flu, turned off his phone, contemplated drastic measures. The simplest of tasks took on the appearance of mountains to climb. Time stopped in his apartment as he succumbed to the weight in his heart. Every muscle ached, resonating with the hopelessness of his situation. The only thing that pulled him from his self-imposed exile were the threats of his screaming agent over the phone when he had turned it back on briefly, having hoped to indulge in some doom scrolling. He had returned to set, a shell of himself. What had once been murmured rumours was then spoken openly. Something was wrong with Austin.

Acceptance.

By the night of the full moon his body had leaned out, his muscle mass increased. The timber of his voice had deepened, the tone had richened. Every nerve ending felt sentient, at the ready for his command. With great trepidation, he had crawled into bed, uncertain of what would happen to him, his body, the people around him. He woke up naked in the woods with that same man from before, the shredded remains of some poor small creature scattered about the clearing.

He was a werewolf.

The statement was both completely absurd and as final as carved in stone. Permanent, eternal. There was no escape, there was no going back…he had been forced to find a way forward.

The man who had bitten him, Ross, was frank and honest with him now that Austin was ready to listen. After the first change, his body became foreign to him; an upgraded model that required complete re-training to operate. Any heightened emotion would trigger at least a partial shift. The greater the emotion, the more forceful and complete the transition.

Clothes were shredded at such a prodigious rate that he began shopping at thrift stores just to keep his bare ass covered. He did not see himself in his wolf form until several months in. A steam-filled shower, trying to resolve a persistent problem had brought release. Release from both his hard cock and his human form. He had growled to himself, shaking off the water droplets as they hit his fur, unable to turn it off without opposable thumbs. He had glanced in the mirror and tilted his head at his blue eyes staring back…from the face of a huge sandy wolf.

He stayed a month after filming, selling a lie about wanting more time the explore the country. Yoga, meditation, boxing – these practices had helped him gain control over his mind and his body. Unexpected shifts were mostly under control by the time he returned to Los Angeles. To Vanessa.

Being somewhat unknown served him well. He was able to develop a routine, solidify the control of his new form. May even enjoy it a little. He had found a rental property, installed a cell to secure himself away during the night of the full moon – the only night he did not have control over the shift.

The burden of the secret, however, had eaten away at his long-term relationship with Vanessa. Suspicions and rumors swirled around them. Where did he go, what was he hiding, he had changed. Though it was not a surprise, it was no less painful when the relationship ended just as he was settling into pre-production on Elvis. One last thing the universe could take from him. The greedy, cruel, grasping universe seemed the thrive on his pain.

Post Elvis, he had engaged in a publicly staged relationship with Kaia in an effort to portray a stable, normal human being. In reality, he sought physical affection from a string of women. The encounters had an expiration date of twenty-four hours. It was safer that way, to satisfy a need without risking discovery of his true self. If they never got close, never had expectations, the wolf could remain hidden. It was incredibly painful for someone like him who craved and thrived on connection and stability. He was forced to lock his heart away; it was the price of continuing his career.

Even Elvis turned out to be a curse disguised as a blessing. Yes, the role had been incredible; yes, the film was spectacular and well-received; yes, he had finally ‘made it.’ But this all came at the cost of his relatively unpublicized life. He could hardly buy a coffee without someone snapping a photo now. People around the world were fighting for every last piece of him and it felt like the walls were closing in.

He had to get out of Los Angeles.

Somewhere close, somewhere with woods, somewhere small but near an airstrip. With those vague parameters, his real estate agent had found him a sizeable house beside an alpine lake with nearly six acres to himself. It was just outside a small village named Lannet’s Falls, a fifteen-minute drive to the airport on the edge Placerville, California. An hour flight to Los Angeles.

He had felt a pull as soon as the agent spoken the name; the pictures had convinced him.

“Lake Forbearance…” He had murmured, struck by how appropriate the name was for the life he had been forced to lead.

“Oh, you know, one of those overly dramatic gold rush names.” She had giggled and waved it away with a toss of her manicured hand.

Austin reflected on how little he would miss the glossy veneer of life in Los Angeles, the perfected artifice.

“I’ll take it.” He had surprised her with how quickly he had made his decision, offered full asking.

The property had stood vacant for nearly two years, immediate possession was easily secured. He felt a sense of immediate peace upon signing the papers.

Escape.

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Read Part Two

The Hunter’s Moon Masterlist

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Burned

Enji Todoroki x F!Reader - NSFW

A/N: So @cozykozume​ wanted me to name this “Cooling Down the Fire Daddy” so there’s that. Anyways, in case you didn’t know, I LOVE Enji Todoroki....like an extraordinary amount. Which is hilarious, because I started the series hating him but I digress. So here’s one of my favorite things I’ve written and also one of the longest posts because I just...I am just so soft for this man. <3 Pip

WC: 4.5K

TW: unprotected sex, feelings, slight size kink, oral (f receiving), drunk sex, slight angst if you squint, slight authority kink (good girl etc.)

H/N = Hero Name

When you stepped into the meeting that morning you weren't sure what to expect.

"Welcome back!" Midnight's cheery voice cut through the air, her eyes bright. You smiled at her as the rest of your colleagues responded with a variation of greetings and welcome's. You had been on a six month long mission across the globe and arrived back yesterday. Though you were slightly jetlagged, you were ready to throw yourself back in the grind of hero work.

As you took your seat your eyes roamed to the largest figure in the room. Endeavor had stayed silent, his eyes trained on the brief documents in front of him. Hell, you weren't even sure if he had noticed you had returned. Your heart sank slightly.

What did you expect? It had been six months, six long, confusing months since that night of booze and desire. Six months since you had felt his large hands wrapped around your body, his lips pressed against your neck hungrily as you grinded against him.

Fuck. You cut another glance at him. His eyes were narrowed as he read over the papers in front of him and his face was in it's permanent scowl. If he noticed you at all, he was doing a good job hiding it. 

Your thoughts were interrupted by Hawks swaggering in the room. 

"Hey h/n! Long time, no see! How was the mission?" He called out, pulling you into a friendly hug. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Enji shift. 

"Great. Managed to bust the kingpin and shut the entire operation down. Glad to be back though". You smiled back at the winged hero. He nodded, before taking his seat right next to the flame hero.

"Mornin' Endeavor!" his cheery voice rang out.

Enji grumbled a greeting, his eyes not looking up

Eraserhead cleared his throat from the head of the table.

"Let's get started."

You couldn't help zoning out as the dark haired hero discussed the current mission. You forced your eyes to stare at the file in front of you and not the man across from you. You were so focused, you almost didn't hear your name.

"H/N, you will be working with Endeavor."

Your eyes widened, and your head snapped up. You finally dared to look at Enji who's expression hadn't changed. As Eraser concluded the meeting, you steeled your nerves and walked to the flame hero.

"Endeavor, I-"

He cut you off. 

"Train. I will not be dragged down by you because you haven't sparred properly in six months." 

Your demeanor steeled. 

“I wasn’t just partying it up over there. I was working.”

If he cared, it didn’t register on his face. His turquoise eyes were fixed at the spot above you instead of meeting yours. Without another word, he turned to leave. You felt your face grow hot. Determined to not show emotion, you pursed your lips, grabbing your things to head back to your apartment.

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“Endeavor, you lucky dog.”

Endeavor looked up from the paperwork on his desk with a bored expression.

“What are you talking about Hawks?” His voice was tinged with annoyance as he looked back down to the documents from the intel team.

“Stop pretending you aren’t thrilled to be working with H/N. She’s the BEST, and between you and me, she’s definitely one of the most beautiful heroes.” The blonde faux-whispered, tossing back his head in a chuckle.  Endeavor fixed him with an aggravated stare.

“I have no desire to work with H/N. She has been on a mission for 6 months, so we are at a disadvantage anyway, since I doubt she was actually working all of that time. Especially since her behavior is comparable to yours.”

Hawks cocked a bushy brow.

“Deny it all you want, big guy. Your body language is different when you’re around her. You should ask her out. I’m sure she’d say yes. Some girls like the mean and broody type.”

Smoke emitted from the corner of Endeavor’s desk, where his hand rested. Clearing his throat, he attempted to put it out, but not before the annoying bird hero noticed.

With a smirk, Hawks headed towards the door. 

“Don’t screw this up, Endeavor!”

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What Hawks didn’t know is Enji had already screwed this up. Before you left, six long months ago, you and Endeavor were on relatively friendly terms. Well as friendly as one can be with the hotheaded flame hero. It was you that convinced him to go out that night with the other pro-heroes. And when the night ended, he had walked you home.

Surprisingly, he could be a gentleman when he wanted to be.

The walk home had been quiet, though you and Enji both had a bit to drink. Emboldened by the alcohol, you finally had turned to him.

“Enji, why do you try to push us away?”

Your boldness surprised him. It wasn’t a surprise he could come off a bit stoic, at best. Yet no one, especially newer heroes, called him out on this behavior. It was just “how he was”. Before he could stop himself he blurted out,

“I don’t wish to hurt people anymore.”

His face heated up and you could see a crimson blush rising up towards his ears. In that moment, you could see a glimpse of Enji, not Endeavor.

This wasn’t to say Enji wasn’t attractive. Yet, him exposing himself, allowing vulnerability? That made your heart jump in your chest. Turning away, you thought about what he meant. You knew his family had been estranged from him, his kids not a frequent presence in his life. You had seen a few gossip magazines detailing how his kids often avoided their childhood home, and you had read about Rei’s hospitalization. You imagined how lonely he must feel, though if there was truth to any of those rumors, you could see why they would be wary.

“This is your home, yes?” 

His voice broke your train of thought. You looked up and realized all too soon the two of you were outside your door. Your hand rested on the door handle and you imagined him sitting in a quiet living room, a house empty.

“Would you like to come in for a bit?” Your voice was squeaky and unsure and you were surprised when he grunted in affirmation. 

Wordlessly he followed you into the apartment. Somehow, without speaking, you could both feel it. The loneliness that bonded you, the freedom of being vulnerable in the dark blanket of the night, these moments allowing you to breathe and just be without expectation and titles. Because here, you weren’t pro-heroes, you were yourselves, seeking the tiny bits of comfort the other could provide. 

As you entered the apartment, the silence between you intensified. Your stomach was buzzing with nerves and as you looked up at him, you could feel the anticipation of who would break first. His hands found your hips and pulled you towards him, and soon his lips were on yours. He tasted like the scotch he had been drinking, warm and rich. His hands were hot where they met your skin, and you pressed closer in his embrace. Rough stubble scratched at your skin and you kissed him deeper, desperately wanting to let him in and lose yourself in him at the same time.

Your back pressed against the wall, and his fingers grazed the bottom of your shirt. Breathlessly you finally broke apart. Looking in each other's eyes, you unbuttoned your shirt, fingers trembling in anticipation. He took this as his cue to pull off his own, and you admired his strong muscles, littered with scars. You could feel his eyes roam your body as you undid the last button, leaving you in a simple bra and pants. His hands, hands that could throw buildings and fight villains, were gentle against your skin, slowly running over your belly to the edge of your bra. When you didn’t protest, he tugged at the clasps, letting it fall off your shoulders to the floor.

He pressed hungry kisses to your shoulder, slowly working his way down. His touches were gentle, as if you would break if he wasn’t careful and his mind raced, wanting to explore every inch of you. A soft moan escaped your lips as he nipped at your neck. Enji’s body tensed, and his grip tightened as he kissed lower, desperate to hear more of your sweet noises. 

His pants were painfully tight now, and you seemed to understand, because he could feel your small fingers working the latch on his belt, tugging his slacks down and exposing the tent in his boxers. He let out a low groan as your fingers wrapped around his clothed cock. Enji was a lot bigger than anyone in general, though he never really thought about it until now, when your hand was struggling to wrap completely around his thick member. 

 Maneuvering his hands from your hips, he cupped your breasts, pressing aching kisses to them. He sucked bruises into your skin, and bit back a groan as your fingers found their way under his waistband. Enji wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you up, and you nodded to the general area of the bedroom. Nudging the door open, he gently rested you on the bed. Sliding your pants over your hips, leaving you exposed, a thin pair of black panties being the only barrier between the redhead and your sex.

His hands gripped your things, parting you open and he placed a soft kiss on your belly. He worked his way lower, hooking his fingers under your waistband and dragging the material over your curves before tossing it off the bed. Tracing over your soft mound with his finger, he pushed open the lips of your cunt. Like a man starved, he buried his face in your pussy, his tongue devouring your slick.

Your hands gripped his red hair and he groaned into you. Pulling your legs over his shoulders, he fucked you on his tongue, before sucking your throbbing clit between his lips. Eyes rolling back, your breathy moans filled the apartment. You felt yourself climbing higher and higher, so close to euphoria as you grinded on his face.

“Fuck...delicious.” He growled into your cunt. His fingers gripped your thighs, almost painfully and the vibrations of his voice pushed you over the edge. Your thighs squeezed around his head and your back arched off the soft bed as you cried out his name. He continued his assault on your cunt, slurping down your juices as your fingers tugged his locks, gasping at the overstimulation. Still, Enji continued to drown himself in you, your sweet taste like nectar of the gods. He wanted so much more of you, to stay here for hours, pulling orgasm after orgasm out of you. He could feel the muscles in your thighs tense as you came again, your body trembling from the impact.

Pulling away, he kissed your lips, the taste of you on his tongue. Your tongues entwined, as your arms wrapped around his neck, feeling the muscles of his upper back flex. Too soon and yet not fast enough he broke away, positioning himself between your legs, his massive frame towering over you. His hands rested on the bed on opposite sides of your face as he looked down at your body. Your lips were puffy from his kiss, parted slightly. Your eyes were glassy, half-lidded and hungry for more. You met his gaze and inhaled, giving him the slightest nod. He lined his cock up with your entrance, gently pushing the head in. You gasped at the stretch, and after a moment rocked your hips, spurring him to continue. Easing his cock in, he gritted his teeth at how tight your cunt wrapped around him. His hands moved to your hips as he pulled himself out of you, leaving the tip in before thrusting back into you.

Gripping your hips, he bounced you on his cock easily. Moans fell from your mouth, stuttering each time he bottomed out in you. One hand left your hip and gripped the headboard as his heavy balls smacked against your ass. Enji groaned as your legs wrapped around his waist, forcing him deeper. The headboard creaked under his force as he pounded into you, your moans of his name spurring him on, making him want to give you all of him. Your small hand ran over his chest, the dark hair soft under your fingers as you dug your nails in his skin. You felt overwhelmingly full, his thick cock filling every crevice inside you.

Enji’s fiery eyes roamed  your body, watching as your breasts bounced with each thrust. He could practically see the bulge in your belly from his cock and as lewd as the scene was, there was something so beautiful about you in the throes of passion. His name dripped from your lips like a mantra and he could feel the desire, the want that you carried, begging him to give you everything he had. Your fingers danced across his muscles, a touch so intimate. A touch he hadn’t felt in years.

With a crack, the wooden headboard began to splinter as Enji unloaded into you with a shout. Your body felt heavy as he shot white ropes of cum deep inside you, some spilling out around his cock and onto your sheets. With a final groan, he stilled, slowly sliding his softening cock out of you and collapsing next to you on the bed.

It was silent, except for the sounds of both of you breathing hard, your chests rising and falling in tandem. Enji could hear his heart thumping wildly and he turned to look at you. Your eyes were closed, breathing labored but slow and you sleepily turned towards him, laying your head on his massive bicep. 

The next morning, he was gone. The only evidence that the night had even happened was the crack that ran across your headboard and the glass of water on your night stand. Enji avoided you during hero meetings, always somehow on a busy patrol when you called, his assistant taking your message, yet again until you gave up trying.

When the months-long mission was offered to you, you accepted it without hesitation. Enji didn’t attempt to say goodbye.

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Now, Enji was torn. 

There was no getting out of this. He thought about reaching out to Eraserhead to ask about working alone, though he knew the sleepy hero would ask questions he didn’t want to get into. Enji furrowed his brow as he swung again at the punching bag in front of him, taken to training in his private outdoor home gym rather than the regular hero gyms to avoid you, though you hadn’t made any more attempts to speak to him.

He jabbed at the bag. This was ridiculous. He was a pro-hero. Allowing this to interfere with his work made him weak, and Endeavor was not weak. 

He wasn’t weak.

Enji threw a few more punches, shaking the sweat off as he reached for the bottle of water behind him. 

“Enji.”

He stiffened.

“Enji Todoroki, I don’t know why you are ignoring me or what I did to you, but we need to talk about what happened.” Your voice was clear, stronger than it was the day of the meeting.

He took a swig from his water bottle, biding his time. Finally turning around, he faced you. You were in a simple t-shirt and track pants, probably coming from a workout yourself. Your eyes were ablaze, demanding to get answers. Enji felt a stabbing pain in his chest as he compared the image of you now, to the image of you from that night.

“I have nothing to say. We will work on this mission, and be civil to each other. That’s all.” Enji attempted to push past you and you turned on your heel.

“You know what? Fine. You want to pretend you didn’t feel anything that night? That meant nothing to you whatsoever? Was it just to hook up, get your dick wet and leave? Because you didn’t need me for that.” Your tone was angry but Enji could hear the hurt in your statements. Facing you, he glared down.

“What do you want from me? To be your boyfriend? I’m not that man. Try Hawks, he’s into that sort of nonsense. I don’t need or want this trouble in my life anymore.” Enji’s voice was hard, the tone he used for villains or the press. You searched his face, seeking the man from that night. Enji, not Endeavor.

You thought over his words. “Enji...what are you so afraid of?”

The tone of your voice shifted. Softer, easier. He remembered how he felt when you begged for him, when you showed your desire for him through each touch and kiss. He finally looked into your eyes, eyes so full of earnest curiosity. Why couldn’t you just make this easy? He swallowed hard.

Fat droplets of water splashed onto his arms, and no sooner did he notice that the sky opened up, sheets of rain pouring over the two of you. Without thinking, he gripped your hand tugging you to the house. Even though it wasn’t a far journey, you were both soaked, and he could see you shivering. Grabbing a towel from the linen closet, he wrapped it around your shoulders. You murmured a thanks, standing awkwardly in his doorway.

He reached for your hand, leading you to the laundry room. Your hands were small in his and he tried to not focus on his heartbeat that pounded in his ears. 

“Wait here.” He grunted, leaving to grab clothes for both of you. He grabbed one of his, then thought better and dug around for anything Fuyumi or Rei may have left. No luck. He sighed, returning to the room where you were sitting on top of the washer.

Thrusting the clothes into your hands, he left to give you some privacy to change as he pulled on his clothes. A few minutes later he heard you giggling. You stepped out, drowning in his way too big shirt. The shirt extended nearly to your knees. The sweatpants he gave you were sliding off your hips and he glimpsed your thighs as you attempted to pull them up. Shrugging, you let them fall to the floor, your legs exposed.

“Sorry, but I don’t think they will stay on. Luckily, your shirt hides everything important.” You said, looking down. Enji mentally disagreed, since any inch of skin he could see would be burned into his brain forever.

Tossing both your clothes into the washer, he set the timer and then it was silent. You spoke first.

“I thought I did something wrong.”

Enji turned to you, Your gaze was fixed on the washing machine, though your eyes looked distant. You continued.

“I thought maybe you thought it was a drunken mistake.”

“I wasn’t drunk.”

You turned. Enji’s cerulean eyes were downcast at the laminate flooring. You opened your mouth to speak but he cut you off.

“I’m not good at this. I’m not stupid, I know the rumors about my family that people say. They aren’t all lies. I did fuck it up. I did a lot of bad, terrible things and pushed them away. Rei, and the kids...they didn’t deserve any of the pain I caused them.”

His shoulders sagged, the weight of his past overtaking him. “I did, I do love them. But I understand why they had to leave.” He sat on the small couch in the corner.

Enji felt your hand cover his, your thumb rubbing circles over his knuckles. He closed his eyes, inhaling deeply.

“Enji...doing shitty things doesn’t make you a shitty person. You can’t punish yourself forever.” Your voice was soft, soothing. Enji finally met your eyes.

“I’ve already fucked that up. I fucked this up. I don’t want to hurt people I care about anymore. It’s easier this way.”

You wrapped your arms around him. The two of you made quite a sight, the smaller figure cradling the large man. You stood in front of him and he let himself relax into you, his head resting on your chest. He could smell your scent, warm and comforting, even under his shirt. Your fingers grazed his hair, holding him to you. Enji thought of the nights where he lay in bed, allowing himself to imagine your body next to him. 

He was tired of being strong.

“Enji...I can’t say everything will be perfect. But punishing yourself before it starts isn’t going to do anything but cause more pain.”

He could feel your heartbeat, a steady rhythm that matched his breathing. He was aware of his hands around your body, your soft strokes in his hair. He thought about how it would feel to have your touches, hold you in his arms every day, every night.

Enji allowed himself to fall.

He raised his head, his lips meeting yours. With each kiss he silently told you his hopes, his fears, and his apologies. In turn, you gave him comfort and acceptance. He pulled you onto his lap, so you were straddling him, kissing you hard to make up for the months of missed opportunities. 

You kissed for what felt like forever, never wanting to stop. His hands slid down your back and across your thighs, going under your shirt. 

“You look so good in this. Wanna see this more often.” He whispered, a smirk on his face. You giggled and he had the desire to hear all of your beautiful sounds. In time, he reminded himself.

“Enji, are you flirting with me?” You teased and he pulled you close in another kiss. His hands wandered across your soft skin and he could feel the hardened peaks of your nipples through the thin cotton of the shirt. He kissed down your jaw, and your fingers grasped at his hair, causing him to groan into your neck.

“You tease me so much, Y/N.” He growled out as you grinded on his lap. You could feel his cock stir through his joggers, and you felt yourself growing wetter on his lap. He pulled your shirt up to your waist, exposing your thin panties to him. He could feel your arousal through the fabric and ran his thumb down the dark spot over your cunt. You let out a soft whimper and his eyes blazed with hunger.

 Pulling your shirt above your tits, he took one in his mouth, sucking harshly. He grazed your nipple with his teeth, causing your back to arch. He switched sides, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud. Your hips rocked against his bulge, more prominent now and he pulled away from your chest.

“I want you Enji.” Your voice was soft and seductive, and Enji felt your words go straight to his cock. Picking you up, he carried you to his room. The lights were dim and you didn’t have time to look around before he dropped you on the bed, pushing your legs apart and lapping at your cunt through your drenched panties.

“Already so excited, sweet girl. Taste so good for me.” Enji murmured into your pussy, pressing kisses and bites to your thighs. You whined, attempting to push down your panties and he laughed, a low chuckle that rumbled in his chest. 

“So eager, aren’t you?” 

You pouted at him. “It’s been too long and I’ve missed you so much.”

Enji was grateful for the dark room hiding the blush that spread across his face. He busied himself by dragging your panties down at an agonizingly slow pace, taking the time to admire your legs, his fingers skimming the skin causing shivers to go down your spine. Enji turned to take in the scene. Your body, draped across the sheets, mouth parted, eyes full of want staring up at him, silently begging for him. He had pictured this many times, many sleepless nights, but the reality was so much better.

“So beautiful.”  HIs voice was quiet, and his heart thumped wildly. He was nervous, even though he had already been with you once before. This time felt so raw, so much more real. He wanted to be with you in every way he could, in any way you would let him and he could tell you wanted the same.

As he pulled off his shirt, your hands slid into the waistband of his pants, grazing over the head of his throbbing cock. He groaned as your fingers slid over the sensitive head, smearing precum down the shaft. You pushed down the rest of his clothes and he kneeled between your legs. Both of you were quiet, and you could feel the excitement in the air of doing this, being with each other completely. It was vulnerable, it was scary, but he trusted you to be there when he fell. And in turn, you trusted him to be yours.

Pushing into you, your breath hitched. He felt your body clamp down on him, and he slowed, easing his way in. Your nails dug into the skin of his biceps and you gasped as he bottomed out in you.

Pressing his forehead to yours, he searched your eyes for discomfort. Instead you gazed at him with complete adoration, bright eyes completely infatuated.

“You’re perfect, Enji.” Your voice was quiet and breathy, but clear. In response he pressed a harsh kiss to your mouth, trying to explain every emotion he felt, words he couldn’t say just yet. As you kissed, he rocked into you, his thick cock dragging against your walls. Your soft moans were swallowed by his kisses, and the stinging marks left on his arms only drove him crazier. He fucked into you faster, feeling your tight cunt squeezing around him, wanting so badly to stay inside you forever.

Sweat plastered his hair to his forehead, and the room was filled with your sweet sounds, interspersed with his praises.

“Taking me so well. Such a good girl. Fuck, so beautiful.” Enji gasped out, his high imminent. Each thrust had you seeing stars and you felt like your body was floating. Moving his hands from the sheets, he slid over your clit, teasing your body. You clenched around him.

“Fuck, right there,don’t stop!” You gasped out, grasping at the bedsheets, your back arching off to meet his thrusts. Enji complied, his rhythm speeding up as he toyed with your clit and you cried out, your body squeezing his cock like a vice. You gushed around his cock, and he fucked into you faster, feeling his body heat up. With a groan he slammed into you, holding you down as he spilled into you. His hips stuttered as he filled you with every drop, and soon the room was filled with panting as both of you struggled to catch your breath.

Easing out of you, he grabbed a towel, cleaning you up before collapsing next to you. You were both quiet and you were reminded of the time before. Nervous, you turned to him and made eye contact.

“Are you staying this time?” Your voice was small and Enji saw your fingers threading the sheets, nervously.

“It’s my house.” He responded seriously. Caught off guard, you burst into laughter. He watched you amused. You looked gorgeous and he would never get used to the sound of your laughter filling the house that had been quiet for too long.

Catching your breath, you turned back to him.

“What I mean is...do you want to do this? Together?”

Enji looked at the bed that was no longer empty, felt the life and warmth that filled the house, exuding from you just being there and entwined his hand with yours.

“Yes.”