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Co-Host Part 2

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Warning - smut

Lucy yelped as her back was pushed against the cold tiles of the shower. The water was hot but the tiles hadn’t caught up yet. Leah kissed the brunette hard, she couldn’t get enough of Lucy’s mouth. The small whimpers she made every time Leah circled her clit were delicious.

The blonde pressed her body hard against Lucy’s, pinning her to the shower wall. Lucy was a little shocked at the strength of the blonde. Lucy grunted. “Stop teasing.”

Leah was more of a dominant person when it came to her sex life, she liked being in control. She could switch things up if she wanted to but she preferred to be in charge. However so did a certain brunette. Leah could tell Lucy was trying to dominate this round but Leah wasn’t haven’t it.

Leah scrapped her teeth along Lucy’s collarbone, making the taller girl shiver. Leah smiled against her olive skin. She trailed hot kisses down from the brunnete's neck to her chest. She took one of Lucy’s perked nipples into her mouth sucking gently at first.

Lucy gasped at the feeling of Leah’s mouth on her. She snaked her hands into her hair, needing some kind of control over the movement.

Leah sucked a little harder, watching Lucy’s face for any sign of discomfort. She let her nipple go with a loud pop. The brunette brought her back up by her hair, wanting to feel Leah’s lips again. Leah nibbled on Lucy’s lower lip. Her hand was still between Lucy’s legs, working her up, she glided her fingers back and forth, through Lucy’s wet velvet lips, feeling every curve of her.

Lucy was moving her hips with Leah’s hand, but she wasn’t getting what she wanted. She wasn’t below begging but she preferred it when she was the one being begged. But right now it didn’t seem like Leah was going to break and Lucy needed her. Her next words were quiet.

“Please, Leah.”

That’s all the blonde needed. She hooked Lucy’s right thigh with her left arm, spreading her open. Lucys back still against the shower wall. She slowly pushed one finger into Lucy. She let out a small groan, but that wasn’t good enough for Leah.

She slipped another finger in, she was tight so Leah went slow. Lucy let out a gasp, the back of her head hitting the tiled wall.

“Fuuuuck, Leah. You. Hmmmp.”

The feeling of Leah being inside her, pumping into her was everything Lucy needed. She couldn’t get out a straight sentence. It felt like her fingers were made just for Lucy.

Leah could feel Lucy’s pussy pulling her in, squeezing around her fingers. She started to thrust quicker, curling her fingers, making sure to hit Lucy’s g spot. Lucy let out a high pitched whine. Leah was loving the noises she was pulling from her. Lucy wrapped her arms around Leah’s neck, needing something to hold onto. Leah kept a steady pace, she had the brunette just how she wanted her.

The shower water was running over their bodies, making the whole experience ten times hotter. Leah kissed and sucked at Lucy’s neck, never taking her mouth away from her skin. Lucy felt like she was becoming drunk off Leah. She was all over her. Leah was fucking her into a state. Lucy felt like she had entered a wet dream of hers, and she didn’t want to wake up.

Leah was also in her own wet dream, she had imagined having Lucy like this for a while, and now she finally was. She looked at the girl in front of her. Her eyes were closed, her face was in a state of bliss but Leah needed to see her cum. The problem was she only had one hand.

“Touch yourself Luce. I want you to stroke your pretty little clit, can you do that for me?”

Lucy finally opened her eyes, she looked at the blonde in front of her. She didn’t even look out of breath, she looked like this was an easy work out for her. Lucy was embarrassed about how affected the blonde was making her. Leah telling her to play with herself was a whole new experience she didn’t know she needed.

The brunette nodded, not trusting herself to speak, she brought her right hand from Leah’s neck and slowly down in-between her own legs. She wasn’t shocked out how wet she was, Leah was reading her body as if it was her own, she clearly knew what she was doing and Lucy was loving it.

She groaned as she touched her sensitive clit, the added pressure to her pussy nearly made her buckle under herself.

Leah bit at Lucy’s neck. “You’re so good at listening.” Leah had a wicked smile on her face, she was loving the control she had over Lucy.

The brunette drew tight circles around her swollen clit, she was still sensitive from only just having Leah on her knees for her.

Leah nibbled at Lucy’s ear breathing on her neck. “Thats it Luce, I bet that feels so good.”

She started to feel herself shake, her body was on fire. She kept her pace up between her legs, touching herself the way she liked. Leah was pumping away, hitting all the right spots with each thrust, never slowing down. Lucy was surprised at how easy this all felt, how easy they fell into this state.

She started to feel her stomach tighten, her head fell onto Leah’s shoulder, panting hard onto her skin. Leah squeezed Lucy’s thigh, pushing it just a bit higher, giving herself more room to push deeper into Lucy. The brunette whimpered at the new feeling. She touched herself, pushing hard onto her clit, she was so close. Her hips started to spasm, her head rolled back to the wall.

Leah didn’t take her eyes off Lucy, she watched as the brunette bit her bottom lip. Her breathing became harder, she dug her nails into Leah’s back. Leah didn’t care, she just wanted to watch Lucy, watch her come apart. And she did. The blonde felt Lucy pulsating around her fingers.

“I, I, fuccck. Leah, don - don’t stop. I’m. Fuck.” Lucy came hard into Leah’s hand.

Lucy breathed hard. Her chest rising and falling fast. Her head stayed on the tile, her eyes closed. Leah could see she was shattered, but she was happy with how ragged Lucy looked. She slowly pulled out of Lucy, lowering her thigh, she wanted to slide her finger over Lucy’s clit but she knew she’d be sensitive. Lucy opened her eyes, to see Leah staring up at her, Leah looked smug, but Lucy didn’t mind.

Leah gently cupped Lucy by her chin, she kissed her softly, pressing her body close to the taller girl. Lucy let out a low moan, she enjoyed feeling the blonde against her body more than she would like to admit. She was shattered, the long day, alcohol and the two earth shattering orgasm had caught up with her. Leah was also tired, she smiled up at the brunette with sleepy eyes.

They washed themselves and each other, laughing at something the other would say. The girls finished up in the shower, making their way into the main room. Leah watched as Lucy walked over to the king size bed. She smiled to herself, thinking about how this day turned out, the night she just had had. What a turn of events.

But her happiness was cut short, Leah suddenly wasn’t sure what to do. She didn’t know if Lucy would want her to leave. She thought she should just throw her dress back on and see if Katie was done in their room. A awkward panic set over her.

Lucy turned around to see Leah’s demeanour had changed, she looked like she did earlier in the night, a slight panic on her face.

“You okay?”

Leah snapped her neck up. “Oh, yeah. I’ll just grab my dress and get out of your way. Katie’s probably finished now.”

Lucy let out a small laugh. She was starting to understand Leah was an over thinker. Everything she wasn’t.

“Don’t be silly, it’s late. I said you can stay in my room, and my mind hasn’t changed just because of what happened.”

Leah smiled shyly at the brunette. Tucking her hair behind her ear. Lucy started to think it was a nervous thing she did.

“Plus, I never kick a girl out after sex. Especially when she’s made me cum the way that you did.” Lucy smiled playfully at the blonde.

Leah snorted, and rolled her eyes. She felt herself calm down instantly, Lucy had a way of making her relax. It was a nice change. A content atmosphere filled the space between the two. Both girls were still in their towels, Lucy was looking through her suitcase, trying to find her pj’s.

“Great, I’ve forgot to pack my pyjamas.”

Leah laughed. “Yeah, yeah. You just want to be naked in bed.”

Lucy laughed, Leah enjoyed making Lucy laugh. “No really, I didn’t pack them. To be honest I never sleep with clothes, so I’m not surprised I forgot to pack them. I didn’t think I’d have a roomie either.” Lucy once again, making light of the situation.

Leah couldn’t help but imagine what kind of bed sheets Lucy had. She imagined her bed sheets smelt like lavender or fresh linen. Wondered what it would be like to wake up to a naked Lucy.

Before her mind could wonder any further into that certain scenario the brunette pulled her back from her thoughts. “Do you mind if I’m naked? I can sleep in my top and boxers I have for tomorrow. If you’d prefer?”

Leah scrunched up her face in disbelief. “Are you really asking me that? Did I not just have you completely naked in front of me, knuckle deep?” Lucy was the one to snort this time, she raised her eyebrows at Leah, laughing.

“Yeah okay, I was just making sure.”

Leah rolled her eyes and let out a yawn. “Besides all my stuff is in my room, I’ll be naked myself. If that’s okay with you?”

“I’m completely okay with that.” Lucy smiled like a kid in the candy store.

They got themselves settled in bed, both hardly keeping their eyes open.

“I’m setting an alarm for 8, if that’s okay? I’m meeting my lot downstairs for breakfast.”

Leah nodded. “Sounds good. Katie better not have that sock on the door. I’ll just go in anyways, sock or no sock.”

Lucy laughed softly, tiredness taking over her. “Yeah, she can’t be annoyed at you for it either. I mean, I’m not complaining, I’ve had a great night. She lazily winked at Leah, cocky smile on her face.”

Leah gave a coy smile at the defender, suddenly feeling shy again, but not awkward or anxious. “So have I.”

They laid there looking at each other. Until Lucy yawned again.

“Can I be annoying? Can we swap places? I can’t sleep on this side. Sorry.” Leah said it almost at a whisper. Lucy just about heard her.

Lucy smiled a sleepy smile, eyes nearly fully shut. Leah couldn’t help but think how cute she looked, a big 360 from an hour ago.

“You aren’t half demanding are you Williamson.” She said it with playfulness to her tone.

“You wasn’t complaining earlier.” Leah surprised herself with her quick reply considering she was half asleep.

Lucy chuckled, she was shocked at how easy this felt once again.

“Scoot over then.”

They both went to move but neither knowing what way to go without leaving the bed.

“Wait, you lay, I’ll go over.” Lucy pushed herself up and climbed over Leah, almost laying her body on top of hers. They were face to face for a couple of seconds, making Leah realise they hadn’t actually had sex in the bed.

She felt her body wake up having Lucy on top of her, even though she was half asleep two seconds ago. Lucy smirked as she laid on her new side, clearly seeing her movements had an effect on the blonde.

Silence fell over them, clearly both tired from the days events. Leah wasn’t sure if she should scoot over to Lucy, was this a cuddle type situation? Should she stick to her side? They hadn’t really spoken about anything they did tonight. Should they? Will it be awkward? She wondered if they would talk after this? Or would Lucy want to do this again? Before she could think any further she felt Lucy’s warm body press against hers.

“We don’t have to cuddle but I’m kind of cold, do you mind? No worries if not.”

Leah felt Lucy’s breath tickle her neck, her body shivered from the feeling.

“Yeah, I don’t mind. I’m a bit cold too.”

Lucy pushed her chest against Leah’s back. Leah’s breath faltered feeling Lucy’s breast against her in this intimate way. Leah pushed her backside up against Lucy’s bottom half, feeling the most warth from the brunette.

“I’ve turned the thermostat up, it should hopefully get warm in a bit.”

Leah didn’t realise before how sexy Lucy’s voice was, her voice was deep but soft, her northern accent sounded so soothing. Especially when you had it right in your ear, causing every hair to stand up on her skin.

Silence took over once again. Leah found herself smiling into the embrace. She wasn’t sure what was really happening. Today had been a roller coaster of emotions, and didn’t really any time to process it.

Now she’s lying in bed with Lucy Bronze her “enemy” naked against her, being the big spoon. Sleep finally took over her, pushing her thoughts away.

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Leah woke up first. The sun broke through the curtain right into her face. Her head was slightly groggy, her mouth felt like the Sahara desert. She was suddenly aware she was isn’t in her room, she knew why.

A slight panic set over her, the memories of last night flooded her brain. She looked at her phone for the time, 6.49 am. She gently turned around to see Lucy’s freckled face fast asleep. She looked so soft and peaceful but Leah didn’t want to think about that right now. She could feel the panic creeping up on her. She needed to leave.

Leah didn’t regret last night, she just didn’t know how this was meant to go. Lucy wasn’t a girl she picked up from the bar and had a night of fun with. She couldn’t just say ‘Thanks, see you around.’

She wasn’t sure Lucy would be the same way she was towards her as she was last night. She probably only let Leah stay because she felt she had to. Maybe she was more drunk than she lead on and would regret that she slept with her. Leah didn’t want that, she wanted to make it easier for the both of them and just get out of her way. She didn’t want to be rejected by someone she actually liked.

She quietly looked around the room for her underwear, she didn’t have to search too hard. Her knickers and bra were thrown in the hallway, memories flooded her brain of Lucy removing named clothing.

She dressed quickly, grabbing her heels and phone. She somehow managed to not wake Lucy, she didn’t want to explain why she was leaving without saying a word to her. She slowly opened the door, taking one last look over at the brunette, sadness taking over her.

She gently shut the door, making her way to her room, she thanked the gods that there wasn’t a sock on the door. She noticed Katie asleep in her bed. She grabbed her bag and quickly changed into jeans and a T-shirt, brushed her teeth and left as quick as she could. She didn’t want to explain anything to anyone and really didn’t want to bump into Lucy.

Lucy woke to her alarm. Straight away feeling a pain in her head. It wasn’t the worst, but definitely enough to make your day slower. She stoped the alarm as quick as she could, hoping to not wake her guest. She turned around to an empty bed.

She thought Leah might be in the bathroom as she laid her head back down on the pillow. After a minute or two she realised she hadn’t heard any noise. She sat up in the bed, noticing Leah’s heels and clothes were gone. She had left.

Lucy felt a wave of sadness hit her, she didn’t really understand why Leah left, she thought they had fun last night. But maybe that’s all it was, it wasn’t anymore than that, and Lucy understood that more than most. She had plenty of nights like these, but for some reason this hurt.

It hurt because Lucy and Leah got close in many different ways last night, it hurt more because Lucy felt they a little connection between them. The night had felt relaxed and easy, everything between them felt natural.

Maybe it stung more because she liked the girl. Plus, it was never nice to wake up alone, she shivered suddenly feeling cold,

Lucy showered and got ready to meet the girls for breakfast. She couldn’t stop thinking about Leah, about their night. How Leah moaned her name, how she sounded when she came, the way she looked at Lucy when she was between her legs.

She couldn’t help wonder why Leah left the way she did. She had come to realise Leah was a bit of an over thinker, maybe she regretted what happened? She probably regretted sleeping with Lucy. Maybe she couldn’t bring herself to talk to her, she was that embarrassed. That thought stung.

Lucy made her way to the breakfast area of the hotel. She saw the girls on a table in the back. She wasn’t in the best mood, she was a little bit hungover and her confidence was low. So she didn’t join the conversations much. Keira noticed straight away.

The girls made their way to the buffet. Lucy felt Keira nudge her. “You okay Luce? You seem a bit down?”

Of course Keira would notice. They broke up over a yeah and a half ago, but was still the best of friends.

Lucy took a deep breath. “Yeah, just hanging a little, I must have drank more than I realised.” Lucy hoped that would be enough. As much as she loved Keira she did not want to be talking about her and Leah.

Keira could tell she was lying but she also knew when to push Lucy and right now wasn’t the time. “Yeah, I had G bugging me all night. Just about got any sleep.”

Lucy forced a laugh. “Yeah she’s like a kid with a sugar rush sometimes.”

Keira gave out a small laugh, still knowing Lucy wasn’t right. “I’m here if you need me, you know, you can talk to me.” She squeezed Lucy’s arm, and grabbed some toast.

Lucy nodded her head. “Thank you Keira. I’m just tired, can’t wait to get back to my own bed.”

Keira gave her a smile and made her way back to the table where the other girls already were. Lucy made an effort to talk in the conversations but wasn’t herself. It annoyed her how much this was effecting her.

Cars were sent for the girls, Lucy and Alessia shared again, thankfully Alessia scrolled on her phone, not making too much conversation, maybe she could sense Lucy was off, or she was tired herself but Lucy was thankful for the silence.

They finally arrived at Lucy’s house, she said her goodbyes to Alessia. When she got in she went straight to her gym, taking her emotions out on her punching bag

******

Two weeks had passed, and there had been no contact between the two. Leah hadn’t stopped thinking about the brunette since she shut that hotel door. She found herself on Lucy’s Instagram daily, scrolling through her pictures. She had been in Lucy’s inbox, writing out message after message, but always deleting it.

She regretted how she handled that day. She thought about Lucy waking up alone and it made her feel awful. She wanted to talk to Lucy, to apologise for leaving her alone in that hotel room without a word. Tell her that she was in her own head, over thinking the whole thing.

But another side of her also thought Lucy clearly didn’t want to talk to her. She hadn’t messaged her either, she hadn’t gone out of her way to get in contact with her. Maybe she was glad Leah left that day.

Leah thought about that night everyday, she realised it was the first time in a long time that she had felt that relaxed with someone. Lucy had a way of making Leah feel comfortable and completely at ease. She had managed to help her at every turn and Leah treated her like she was nothing.

The whole situation was a lot, especially for an over thinker like Leah. She didn’t know where she stood with Lucy, they hadn’t had any kind of relationship before that day, it had always been hostile and in the space of a couple of hours that all changed. It was just a head fuck.

Leah enjoyed that night more than she would be willing to admit. Well if she was asked she would admit that she hadn’t been able to touch herself without thinking about the brunette.

She’d also admit that when she was between her own legs she was never left satisfied. No bullet, rabbit or own hand could get her off properly. She hadn’t been able to since Lucy had her way with her, no matter how much she set the mood, it just didn’t feel the same.

A couple hours later Leah was getting out of the shower, she sat on her bed drying her hair. She went to check her phone, it had 47 watssapps notifications.

She had been added to a group chat named “My 30th🎉🎂” sent from Millie.

She opened it up, it read.

Millie - Hi guys, so as you know I’m turning 30 on the 21st. I’m going to throw a party at the Blossom bar, starts at 7pm. I’d love to see you if you’re about! ❤️

Leah scrolled through the chat to see who had already replied. She saw many numbers that were already saved to her contacts, confirming they would be there. Then she saw one that wasn’t.

A number read out with the name Lucy above it. She felt her belly jump, she clicked on the contact and saw the face she had been picturing everyday since she last saw her in person. She looked at Lucy’s dp picture, she was smiling, wearing reading glasses, her hood up. Not a picture she had seen on her insta.

She went back to see what the girl had written.

Lucy - sounds good, will be there 🥳

She sat just staring at the phone, she was finally going to see Lucy in person. She felt giddy, like a child going to Disney land. She decided to reply, wanting to see if Lucy would read it and of course to let Millie know she was coming…

Leah - I’ll be there, can’t wait! 🍸

Lucy was on her phone as the text came through, she saw the name Leah come up next to a number that wasn’t saved. She pushed the notification up, away from her screen. Lucy wasn’t feeling the same way as Leah, in all honesty Leah had really hurt Lucy.

Lucy had felt her confidence drop a little since that night. She went over the whole day countless times in her head, trying to work out what she did wrong. She had been nothing but nice to Leah, had helped her out with her stage fright and even let her sleep in her room when she didn’t have anywhere to go.

Having sex made it worse, she wouldn’t say feelings had got in the way but it was hard to share an intimate night like they did and then to be ghosted like that the next day was harsh. It wasn’t like she didn’t know Leah, they were going to bump into each other sooner or later.

She felt like she wasn’t good enough to just be told. ‘Last night was fun, let’s keeps this as friends.’ She had expected a text or something from Leah but nothing, she felt like shit for it.

Leah clearly didn’t want anything to do with her, so she’d make sure to keep the relationship like they did before. So when she’d see Leah at the party she knew how she wanted to be, and she knew Leah would be the same.

Two weeks had passed and the party was tonight. Leah had felt butterflies since the group chat, the thought of seeing Lucy in person again was making her nervous. She wanted to look good tonight, a lot of football players were going to be there but she only wanted to look good for one. She decided on wearing loose grey jeans, a grey boob tube that revealed her tight stomach and a long black leather jacket. Her hair down with a slight curl to it.

She ordered an Uber and made her way to the venue. Her stomach felt like it was going to jump out of her mouth, she tried to calm herself down with breathing, it only helped a small amount. She arrived at the venue, outside was kitted out with balloons and a banner for Millie. She thanked the driver and made her way inside, the music was pumping, she could hear plenty of people.

There was a room full of faces, many she recognised some she didn’t. She thankfully saw Lauren Hemp. The shorter blonde smiled and waved her over. They had spoken before hand to make sure the other was going, they had become closer over the summer last year, Leah would even go as far to say best friends. She went over and hugged her shorter friend.

“Alright mate? You’re looking good.” Lauren looked Leah up and down. She was wearing an outfit similar to Leah’s.

“Thank you, not looking too bad yourself. Great minds think alike.” Leah smiled easily at her friend. They spoke about the new season starting and other general topics.

Leah looked around the room for a certain brunette but she had yet to see her. She wondered if she was still coming, she noticed Lucy didn’t read the message Leah had sent on the group chat.

“Where’s Millie? I need to say hi and give her this.” Leah held up a birthday bag.

Lauren looked around the room, pointing over to a corner, Mille was standing talking to a few people.

“Great, I’ll be right back.” Lauren waved her off, she had already started talking to Rachel about something to do with football.

Leah made her way over to Millie, the taller girl was laughing at something someone said. She tapped her on her shoulder the older girl turned around, happy to see Leah.

“You came! Thank you for coming.”

Leah hugged her friend. “Don’t be silly of course I would, thank you for inviting me. Also happy birthday!” She handed Millie the birthday bag.

“Ahh Leah, thank you, you didn’t need to do that.”

Leah scrunched up her face. “Don’t be silly. Are you having a good time?”

Mille smiled widely at the shorter girl. “Yeah, Lucy was just telling me about why she doesn’t eat pickles anymore.”

Leah’s stomach dropped at the name, Mille turned her body to show a smiling Lucy sitting on a chair behind her. Leah hadn’t noticed she was there, the brunette wasn’t looking there way, she was talking to a girl Leah didn’t recognise.

Millie saw Leah’s face, she remembered the girls didn’t like each other. So she quickly moved on with the conversation, but before she could go much further someone called her over.

“Sorry Leah, I’ll come find you in a bit. This party’s more like a business meeting.” She rolled her eyes and went to the person calling her.

Leah stood there, not knowing what to do with herself, she watched as the blonde girl whispered something into Lucy’s ear. Just as Leah was about to leave she caught eyes with the brunette. It felt like time slowed down, Lucy looked at her coldly, she didn’t keep her eyes on her long, she seemed more interested in what the girl beside her just said.

It must have been funny because Lucy was laughing, the kind of laugh Leah had become fond of on that night they shared. It felt like it took forever to move her feet, everything felt like it was in slow motion.

She turned around and made her way back to Lauren, she was still in a conversation with Rachel. Once again Leah found herself feeling anxious. Over the years Leah had been on the receiving end of Lucy’s cold side towards her and had many looks like the one she just received. However that was before the night they shared, this time it felt so much colder, it actually hurt her to receive a look like that from Lucy.

She tried to ignore the feeling, she included herself in the conversation between Lauren and Rachel, she wanted to ignore the feeling of dread. Once again she was in Lucy’s bad books.

Couple hours later and the party was in full swing, Leah had stayed with Lauren most of the night. She caught up with some of her team mates and players that she was friendly with. Now and again she looked over at Lucy, she was still with the blonde girl, they seemed to get closer throughout the night.

Every time Leah just happened to be looking over, because it’s not like she was staring or trying to see Lucy whenever she could. She saw the blonde touching Lucy on the arm, laughing at her jokes or Lucy leaning impossibly close to the girl. Leah would be lying if she said she wasn’t jealous, she knows she has no right to be but come on, she’s human. She drank her 5th drink of the night and tried to ignore the jealousy rising up.

Lucy could feel those blue eyes on her every so often, she tried to ignore it at first but it was hard not to. She had seen Leah when she first arrived at the party, she looked annoyingly good but also nervous, she saw her make a bee line for Lauren.

Leah hadn’t seen her yet, she watched her talk to Lauren, she looked as if she was looking around the room for someone, for a brief second she wondered if it was her. Then she realised she was probably looking for Millie.

Lucy was talking to a friend of friend of Millie’s, it was obvious she fancied Lucy. Lucy didn’t mind the attention, after the last few weeks her ego had been hit since the night with Leah, so she was more then happy to flirt back. It didn’t hurt that the girl was undoubtedly hot, and actually had good chat. But she couldn’t help but find herself looking at another blonde.

When Lucy noticed Leah talking to Millie she couldn’t help but stare, Leah still hadn’t noticed her at the time. Seeing Leah was confusing, she had convinced herself that she didn’t want anything to do with the girl but seeing her again stirred something up in Lucy.

When she caught eyes with the blonde, she felt her belly flutter, but she wasn’t going to show it. She gave Leah a look she had giving her many times before. It was the first time she found it hard to do but her walls were up, she felt weird when she watched Leah walk away.

A little while after, Leah was in a group with Chloe, Jess and Esme, she excused herself to go to the toilet. She had done well to take her eyes away from Lucy, even if it was only 10 minutes.

She made her way to the restroom. Once done in the cubicle, she washed her hands and touched up her make up. She heard the toilet door stall open behind her. She had seen this sight before. Lucy stood behind her, eyes catching each others in the mirror. Lucy looked shocked, she clearly didn’t know Leah was already there.

Lucy looked unreal. She had her hair in her usual bun, with the middle parting. A lime green vest top that showed off her abs and perfect body. White cargo trousers, finished off with a pair of white Nike trainers.

She walked toward the sink, washing her hands. The room felt like it had lost all of its oxygen. Leah looked at the brunette, she wanted to say so much to her, but she lost her voice. She thought about the last couple of weeks, how she felt, how she must have made Lucy feel, if she did feel anything at all.

She didn’t know when she would see Lucy again, when they might be in this kind of situation again. She pushed every bit of her courage to finally open her mouth, the drink definitely helped aswell.

“I’m sorry.”

Lucy raised her head looking at Leah in the mirror, her face was unreadable.

Leah continued. “I don’t even know where to start, I really fucked up. I shouldn’t have left without saying anything. I panicked and didn’t know what to do, I thought you would have changed your mind in the morning and regretted the night. I just didn’t want that and I left, I’ve been wanting to talk to you I didn’t know if you would want that.”

Lucy didn’t say anything, her face was unchanged.

“I really enjoyed myself that night, and not just because of the amazing sex. I had fun with you.” There was more to that, like the fact that Leah had one of the best nights she’s had in a long time, or the fact that Lucy made her feel so relaxed and comfortable and she hadn’t felt like that with anyone else, but Leah kept that to herself.

Leah was starting to word vomit. The drink definitely helped.

“If it makes you feel any better I’ve not stopped thinking about you. I can’t even fucking touch myself without thinking about you, I haven’t even came properly because of you!”

Fuck.

Did she really just say that?

Lucy stayed quiet, she looked at Leah in the mirror, causing the girl to squirm under her stare, she watched as she tucked her hair behind her ear. She turned around facing the blonde, she didn’t really think about what she did next. She pulled Leah in by her waist, her face inches from hers. She could smell Leah’s perfume, the same sandalwood smell from that night.

Leah gasped at the fast movement, all of a sudden she had the face she had been thinking about all week inches from hers. She moved forward to close the gap but Lucy moved back, smirk on her face. Leah went to go again, but Lucy took another step back. Leah knew she was teasing her, it frightened her how quick she was able to be teased by the girl. She grabbed Lucy by her waist and pinned her to the sink, not having anywhere to move this time.

She leaned slowly into Lucy, watching her lips, she had thought about those lips for the longest time. The brunettes mouth was slightly open, Leah wanted to taste her mouth again. She leaned in, lips finally connecting, feeling the curve of her perfect mouth. Her mouth tasting of mint and rum, Leah’s new favourite mix.

Lucy had planned on not talking to Leah, not acknowledging the girl, but here she was, sucking on Leah’s glorious tongue. As soon as she saw her tonight she knew it wouldn’t be easy.

Hearing Leah admit that she hadn’t stopped thinking about her was confusing, but she was also elated, but also annoyed, she had convinced herself that Leah wanted nothing to do with her.

But, hearing the confession that she had touched herself while thinking of Lucy, well, Lucy’s head couldn’t have gotten any bigger. But what did it mean? Did Leah like her? Or just like having sex with her? She wasn’t sure what was going on anymore, but if it meant she could be with Leah in anyway, she’d take it.

Having Leah’s lips again was like heaven, she wanted this more than she realised. She opened her mouth allowing Leah in. Leah took the opportunity and gently glided her tongue along Lucy’s bottom lip, dipping her tongue into her mouth, finally tasting her again.

Lucy’s head spun, she had forgotten how good it was to kiss Leah, how good she felt on her lips. She needed to feel her, she needed to hear her moan, but she was going to do it on her own terms.

She spun them around, pinning Leah to the sink, she began kissing Leah’s neck. Biting her skin, not too hard but enough to make Leah gasp, she kissed each bit of flesh and soothed it with her tongue.

She grabbed Leah by the waist and placed her on the sink counter. Leah gasped once more, she knew Lucy was strong but to be moved so effortlessly was more of a turn on than she would like to admit. Lucy placed herself between her legs, she grabbed Leah’s face kissing her hard. Leah groaned into Lucy’s mouth, she felt herself becoming wet, her skin felt like it was on fire.

Lucy was taking full control of this, and Leah was loving it, normally the one to be in control but this time round she just wanted Lucy to take her however she pleased. Lucy took her by her wrists and lifted her arms, pinging them against the wall.

She never once stopped kissing her, taking everything she could, the kisses were hard and rough. Leah was breathless, she needed Lucy badly, she was working her up to the point of breaking.

Lucy unbuttoned Leah’s jeans with her free hand, she looked at the girl for any kind of hesitation but she was met with pleading eyes. She snaked her hand into Leah’s boxers, she was met with wetness. She smiled, circling Leah’s clit.

Leah’s head fell backwards with her eyes closed, hitting the wall with a thud. Lucy felt incredible between her legs. She was scared that they could get caught, but she also didn’t care, not when Lucy was doings wonders with her talented fingers. She felt her body heating up, Lucy was everywhere.

But before she could enjoy anything further Lucy’s hand was gone. She heard running water beside her, she opened her eyes and saw Lucy washing her hands. She was confused, why did she stop? Before she could open her mouth Lucy spoke up.

“Hope that helps you out with your issue. Maybe I can help you out some other time.” Lucy smiled a wicked smiled and winked at Leah.

Before Leah could say anything Lucy left. She couldn’t believe it. She jumped off the side confusion plastered her face. What just happened? She quickly buttoned her jeans back up.

“What the fuck?” Leah breathed out. A disbelieving laugh left her throat.

She couldn’t believe what Lucy just did. She wasn’t sure if she was teasing her, fucking with her or giving her a taste of her own medicine. All three maybe?

She fixed her hair in the mirror, she knew she fucked up when she told Lucy her problems, but fuck she didn’t think it would come back to bite her so quickly.

She breathed hard, she needed to play Lucy at her own game, if this was a game. She left the bathroom, she wanted to shout at Lucy, wanted to ask what she was playing at, wanted to carry on kissing her. She went over to the bar to get another drink, she needed one after that.

She found Lauren, she was talking to Lauren James. “There you are, I thought you had left. You okay?”

Leah was looking around the room, trying to find the brunette. “Huh? What? Yeah, I’m good. There was a que for the toilet.”

Both Lauren’s shared a look at each other, noticing Leah was acting a bit weird but neither saying anything.

“Okay, we’re going to go dance, you coming?” Lauren H asked.

“Yeah, yeah. Let’s go.” Leah was still looking around the room, clearly distracted.

All three made their way to the dance floor, Lauren took them into the middle. Old school RnB was playing, Leah’s kind of music. It was easy to get into the dancing mood, even if she was hot and bothered.

Five songs in and she was starting to sweat, the majority of the guest were dancing so it was hot, surrounded by bodies. A girl started to dance with Leah, she was a Spanish player, Leah had met her a couple of times. She was stunning, like Lucy she had freckles dusted over her face, and had kind beautiful brown eyes.

She leaned into Leah’s ear, her Spanish accent thick. “It’s Leah right?”

Leah smiled. “That’s right. You’re Ona.” Leah said it more as a statement than a question.

Ona smiled “Si.”

They danced for a little while, Leah noticed hands would guide her hips every now and then. It was a nice feeling, especially with how worked up she was. Ona was beautiful, she danced like it was second nature to her. She wasn’t sure if Ona was trying to flirt with her or just wanted to dance, she was happy either way.

After a couple more songs their bodies had gotten very close, Ona grinded into Leah’s front, moving effortlessly to the music. Leah happily moved into Ona’s backside feeling the fabulous curves of the Spanish girl.

It was normal for the football girls to dance this way with each other, so no one would look and think into it. Leah looked around the room hoping one person would be looking, and she found exactly what she was looking for. Lucy’s green eyes were on her.

Leah smiled wickedly at Lucy. She wanted the brunette to see her dancing with Ona, she wanted to try and have the upper hand, she wanted to effect Lucy the way she was effected watching Lucy and the blonde girl.

She glided her hands on Ona’s thighs, pulling her deeper into her, all while watching Lucy. It was hard to tell what Lucy was thinking, she had a small smile on her face. She had a strong poker face, not giving anything away. It wasn’t what Leah wanted, she wanted to fuck with Lucy the way she did her.

She lifted Ona’s hands up around her neck, making the dance a lot more intimate. Ona seemed happy enough, she even pushed into Leah with more pressure, right where Leah needed it. It caused her to bite her lip, it was exactly what her body needed. She looked at Lucy who was watching intensely.

She went a step further and whispered in Ona’s ear, all while keeping her eyes on Lucy.

“You’re really a good dancer.”

Ona laughed, her head tilting up. “Thank you, you’re a good dancer too. You’re making your friend jealous, yes?”

Leah stopped her movements, Ona laughed again. “It’s okay, I can see her watching. Let’s make her jealous.”

Ona grabbed Leah’s hands and moved them down her chest, to her stomach. Leah was buzzing, this tiny brunette was like a small angel. She looked at Lucy once more.

Bingo. She finally broke, the smile dropped from her pretty face. She looked pissed. Leah kept up her movements, as did Ona.

That’s when it all came crashing down. The blonde girl Lucy had been talking was now by the brunettes side. She whispered something unnecessarily close to Lucy’s ear. Lucy smiled and nodded, she took Lucy by the hand and walked them towards the exit.

Leah felt her stomach drop, this wasn’t how she planned it. She watched as Lucy left with the blonde, both laughing at something that wasn’t probably that funny.

She was gone.

Ona even saw what happened. “Ahh no, I’m sorry was it too much?”

Leah shook her head. “No, not at all. It is what it is.” She smiled at Ona.

A weird feeling fell over Leah, she wasn’t sure what the feeling was, sad, angry, jealousy, everything she didn’t want to feel. She hated what Lucy was doing to her. How she was able to get to her this way. She pushed her feelings down. She looked at the shorter brunette in front of her.

“I still want to dance with you, if you want to carry on?” She smiled easily at the shorter girl.

Ona smiled and nodded. They danced again, not as intimate as before, they laughed and had fun, as much as Leah could muster.

The night came to a close, Leah was drunk. She hugged Ona goodbye, and everyone she had been with that night. She ordered an Uber home. She couldn’t stop thinking about Lucy, what she did, how she made her feel. How good she looked, how good she felt.

When she got home, she went straight to her room. She removed her jeans in a rush. She grabbed her phone. She went to the group chat and picked out Lucy’s number, she saved it to her own contacts.

Leah wasn’t one to be shy of taking a nude of herself. She took a few photos of her hand going into her boxers, making sure to get the damp patch and her abs of course. She attached it to her message.

Leah - I hope you thought of me, we know I’ll be thinking of you.

Send.

For someone who over thought things, she didn’t over think that, she wouldn’t even blame the drink, that was all her.

She threw her phone to the side, she reached down into her boxers, she was soaked.

She moaned at the first touch of her clit, she was swollen, everything was extremely sensitive. It had been just over an hour since Lucy’s hand was in this very position. She circled her clit, picturing the brunette, her stupid, pretty smile on her face.

She sunk her finger easily into herself, she gasped at the new sensation. She pumped away thinking of the brunette, imagining her own fingers was Lucy’s. Her other hand came into play, touching her swollen wet clit, she wasn’t shocked at how wet she was, Lucy had worked her up with her little show in the toilet. She has been turned on since then, having Ona grind on her front definitely kept up the momentum but this was all for Lucy.

She imagined what it would’ve been like if Lucy had finished what she started. How fucking good her arms looked when her biceps flexed, her lips on her neck, teeth biting into her skin. She felt her legs shaking, she panted hard, she could smell Lucy’s perfume, could taste her mouth.

Her back arched off her mattress, her stomach tightened. She circled her clit, harder. Picturing what it would be like to have Lucy between her legs. What it would be like to cum in her mouth, hold her head down while she came on her tongue.

That pushed her over. She gasped as she came, her eyes closed, picturing Lucy. It wasn’t perfect, but it was better than her previous attempts, it gave her some kind of release. She let out a long sigh, staring at the ceiling.

She showered, washing the night away. She collapsed on her bed, the alcohol taking its toll, sending her into a deep sleep.

Lucy woke the next day to her alarm. She turned around to see her guest stirring from the the noise. She noticed a text on her phone from Leah, she decided to save her number from the group chat, you know, just incase she might need it one day. She opened it up to see Leah touching herself. She felt her pussy tighten. Her ego rocketed.

She was more than happy with herself last night, she loved what she did to Leah, loved how she had riled her up. She of course felt a little bad but she felt it was needed. She didn’t feel bad for too long when she saw Leah dancing with Ona. Then when Leah saw her leave with the blonde it was the cherry on top. Now seeing the text from Leah felt almost like something had begun between them, she just couldn’t work out what.

She was interrupted but her thoughts feeling a pair of hands roam over her arms, she closed her phone and turned around to the blonde from last night.

“Hi, so, last night was fun.” The girl said shyly.

Lucy chuckled. “Morning, yeah it was, I had a lot of fun.”

The girl smiled and stretched. “I’m going to order an Uber in a bit, but I won’t lie I want to taste you again. If you’re up for it.”

Lucy felt her pussy throb, the blonde had gave Lucy an intense orgasm last night from her tongue, she wasn’t going to say no.

“I’m definitely up for it.” Lucy smiled wickedly at the girl. Her ego definitely had returned in full throttle.

The girl shimmied her way down the bed and in-between Lucy’s legs, she was already naked, so she got straight to it. Lucy’s head fell back on the pillow, loving the tongue lapping at her folds. She could easily picture Leah. She felt a bit bad on the girl but it was hard not to, it hadn’t stoped her last night either.

Like Leah, Lucy had a hard time not thinking about the blonde anytime she was pleasuring herself or in general. Although she was still able to orgasm with no problems, maybe it was the sex gods punishing Leah for how she treated Lucy. Well that’s what Lucy told herself.

She guided the girls head like she did Leah that night, she pushed her blonde hair back and scooped it in a tight pony. She thought about how good Leah sounded when she was sucking on her clit, how her tongue was everywhere on her wet pussy.

She started to grind into the girls mouth, feeling herself shake. She could see Leah’s blue eyes on her, she thought about her last night, how good she looked. The way she sounded, the small moans she made when Lucy bit her skin. It was hard for her to take her hand away from Leah’s pussy but she knew she had to.

She felt herself getting wet in the girls mouth, the blonde girl moaned at the tug Lucy gave her hair. Lucy started to gently fuck her face.

“Fuck, just like that, don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Yes like that, suck it a bit more. Fuck yes.” Lucy grabbed the girls head, keeping her in place. She came hard, legs shaken, stomach tight. Leah on her mind.

The girl left shortly after, Lucy fucked her one last time before she left, she didn’t want to leave the girl hanging.

She showered and got ready for the day. She read Leah’s text again, wondering what she should reply. She decided not to reply today, she’d let the girl wait. She made her way to her gym and did her daily work out.

3 days had passed when Lucy finally replied.

Lucy - I hope it was happy thoughts. Did you still need a hand with your problem? Or was yours enough?

Leah jumped at the text, seeing Lucy’s name made her stomach spin on itself. When she read Lucy’s reply she swore she got a tiny bit wet. She was teasing Leah, she was fucking with her, well two could play that game. She replied.

Leah - always happy thoughts. Yeah, could do with a hand, maybe a tongue, I’m not picky

She got a reply back instantly.

Lucy - I can come to you, send your address, I’ll be there at 9

Leah’s jaw nearly hit the floor, Lucy was being serious, Leah was also being serious too but she didn’t think Lucy would be so upfront. She replied with her address.

Nothing was said after that.

9pm rolled around. Leah had tried to calm herself with a hot bath, she was excited but nervous to see Lucy, they hadn’t actually spoken since their first night together.

She wasn’t sure what was happening between them. They were dancing on a weird line, a confusing game between the two. Leah wanted to see Lucy, she wanted to know what she was thinking, why she did what she did.

Her bell rang.

She ran to the door, trying to control her breathing. She opened the door.

Fuck, she looked so fucking good.

She was wearing her glasses, Leah had wondered if she would ever get to see her sporting the glasses. She was dressed casually in a large white T and grey tracksuit bottoms, but still managed to look amazing. Lucy smirked at Leah, that smirk could make Leah do things.

“Hi, did you still want me?”

Leah laughed through her nose. She hadn’t got this kind of Lucy before. She seemed very chilled and cocky, Leah was hating that she was loving it.

She stepped to the side opening her door wider.

“Yeah. I still want you.”

Lucy walked in smirk still on her face. Leah watched her walk by, her familiar perfume taking over her senses, butterfly’s taking over her stomach.

“You going to give me a tour?”

Leah rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, I’ve got one room in mind first.”

Lucy smiled with teeth, that winning smile.

“Please, lead the way.”

Leah walked in front of Lucy, leading the way to her bedroom. She could feel herself getting wet just at the atmosphere they were setting between them. Leah could feel Lucy’s eyes on her, she could feel her body heating up. There was an exciting, electric energy coursing through the pair. They approached the blonde’s bedroom, the air felt like it was drowning Leah. She walked to the end of her bed, Lucy not far behind her.

Shadows danced on their faces from Leah’s candles, the only light on the room. She turned to see Lucy looking at her, for a second she looked like she had lost the cocky Lucy that she walked in with.

Only for a second.

As soon as their eyes met Leah made the first move, she bolted at the brunette. The girls grabbed each other, connecting their lips. Neither holding back, their kissing was aggressive, but passionate. It felt like all of the emotions they had felt these last couples of weeks were pouring out into the kiss.

They carried on like this for a couple more minutes, panting as they went, it was heated between them, with a hint of anger. Leah could tell this wasn’t going to be a night of feelings and talking and she was fine with that.

Leah wanted to move this further, she pulled them to her bed, both falling on the mattress. Lucy was on top, she pushed Leah on her back, diving right into her neck. She bit Leah a little harder than she intended to, causing Leah to make the most delicious moan.

Lucy on her neck like this was driving her crazy. Lucy soothed the area with her tongue softly, licking and kissing at the new mark on Leah’s neck. Leah bucked her hips.

Leah whimpered “Luuuuce, fuck.”

Lucy loved making Leah moan, there was something extremely erotic when Leah made any kind of sound, it made Lucy’s pussy throb. She felt drunk off Leah, she wanted to do everything to her, she wanted to have her mouth everywhere on her body.

Leah started pulling at Lucy’s shirt. Lucy smirked, she sat back, looking at Leah, lying on her back, she looked phenomenal.

“Bit impatient are we? Still not able to get yourself off?” Lucy said it with a teasing tone.

Leah rolled her eyes, Lucy was in such a cocky mood tonight, but Leah secretly loved it.

“Why do you think you’re here.”

Lucy chuckled and took off her t shirt, revealing her goddess like body, her abs looking edible. Leah sat up, removing Lucy’s bra. She went straight to work on Lucy’s chest, taking her perked nipple into her mouth. Lucy hissed, her head titling back, feeling Leah’s tongue on her body again was magical.

“Mmmhhhh, fuck.” Lucy was in bliss.

Leah sucked gently on Lucy’s nipple, lapping her tongue over her perked flesh. Her fingers teasing the other nipple. Lucy brought her hands up to Leah’s shoulders. Leah released the brunettes nipple, happy with her work.

Lucy looked dazed, she pushed herself off the bed and began to strip. Leah wanted to strip the girl herself but the brunette wanted things to move faster.

“Take your clothes off, I wanna taste you.”

Leah didn’t need to be told twice, she jumped off the bed and removed her own clothing, both now completely naked.

It was Lucy who approached Leah this time, she kissed her hard and demanding, sucking in her bottom lip, loving the taste of her mouth. She ran her hands over Leah’s body, making the girl shiver. She snaked her hands down to Leah’s arse cheeks, giving them a firm squeeze.

Leah gasped at the touch, she could feel her own wetness gathering between her lips. Her body felt like it was vibrating, her legs felt like jelly.

“Go lay down.” Lucy said it softly.

Leah did what she was told, she laid on her bed, embarrassingly excited to finally have Lucy between her legs. She prompted herself up near her pillows on her elbows.

Lucy crawled slowly up the bed, she couldn’t take her eyes off of Leah. She was in awe. Even though the room was dark she could see how wet she was already, her lips were glistening. Lucy could feel herself getting wetter just from the sight of the blonde.

She put her hands on Leah’s knees, parting them wider, wanting to take in the sight before her. Lucy didn’t wait any longer, she wanted to taste Leah, make her moan as loud as she could. She settled herself between Leah’s long legs, her pussy inches from her face.

The first touch from Lucy’s tongue made her body jolt, she couldn’t help it. She then felt a long stroke from her opening right up to her clit.

“Fuccck.” She breathed out loudly.

She watched as Lucy closed her eyes, sucking on her velvety flesh. Lucy’s tongue was everywhere, hitting all the right spots, lapping up at Leah’s cunt, drinking her down. Leah wanted to watch, but her arms gave out, she fell back, head hitting the pillow.

As soon as Lucy tasted Leah she knew she would want more. She was in heaven, Leah tasted amazing, she wanted to stay between her legs forever. She really didn’t want this to be over quickly, she left Leah’s clit and pushed her tongue as deep as she could into Leah’s cunt.

Leah gasped, from feeling Lucy’s tongue inside her. She tangled her hands through Lucy’s dark hair, pushing her head, helping her get deeper.

Lucy wiggled her tongue as hard as she could, she began to fuck Leah with her strong tongue. Leah couldn’t hold in the groan that escaped her mouth. Lucys strong hands were holding the blondes legs apart taking what she wanted. The noises coming from Leah was perfect, it spurred Lucy on, she kept thrusting her tongue, feeling Leah’s juices cover her mouth.

Leah normally felt like the one in control in this position, having someone in-between your legs while they pleasured you. But not tonight, Lucy was in full control, she knew what she wanted and she was getting it.

Lucy dragged her tongue up through Leah’s folds, as slow as she could, wanting to hit every nerve. She groaned as she moved, she couldn’t get enough of the taste of the blonde. She pointed her tongue as she reached Leah’s now very swollen clit. She sucked gently, feeling the small bundle of nerves between her lips.

Leah was breathing hard, she couldn’t hold back the moans coming from her mouth. She chanced a look at the brunette between her legs. The sight before her was everything and more, Lucy Bronze, eating out her pussy like a pro. Leah could feel her body began to heat up, her stomach began to tense.

Leah had her hands in Lucy’s hair, she wasn’t controlling the girls movements, she didn’t have a say in how she was moving. She just needed to feel her, feel something as her body began to shake.

Lucy could feel Leah’s thighs shaking under her grip. She momentarily stopped her movements, She moved her hands from Leah’s thighs to her pussy lips.

Leah looked down at the brunette to see why she had stopped.

Lucy gently parted Leah’s lips to expose Leah’s aching clit. Leah groaned, feeling the cold air hit her sensitive nerves. Her grip tightening in Lucy’s hair.

Lucy gently wrapped her lips around Leah’s clit, having her fully exposed made the action a thousand times more intense.

And Leah couldn’t hold back.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, oh my god Luce. You feel amazing, shitttttt. Lucyyyy.”

If Lucy hadn’t looked at the girl she would have thought she was crying, Leah continued to whimper above her, moaning Lucy’s name. Lucy was loving the way she made the blonde moan.

Leah began to thrust, she felt her body sweating, the new sensation was pushing her body into over drive. She knew Lucy was going to be good, she knew she had a reason to be cocky but fuck, she was something else entirely.

She felt her pussy throbbing in Lucy’s mouth. She could feel her own wetness dripping down her cunt, she couldn’t control the sounds and moans coming from her mouth. Lucy was driving her crazy in all the right ways.

Her back began to arch, her body began to spasm. She felt that glorious tight coil in her stomach start to build itself up through her body. Her breathing was sharp as she inhaled, the moan leaving her mouth was heavenly.

She came hard. She rocked her hips into Lucy’s mouth, the girl didn’t stop her movements between her legs, she sucked as Leah came right on to her tongue. Her wetness dribbling into her awaiting mouth. She tightened her grip in Lucy’s hair, never wanting the girl to move. Her hips came to a slow stop.

Leah felt like she was floating away when her body muscles stopped spasming, she felt heavy and light all at the same time. All the tension she felt from her previous attempts to orgasm finally escaped her body.

“Oh my god, wow.” Leah’s voice was rough.

She felt Lucy bite at her thighs as she crawled up to her, she couldn’t even be annoyed at the smug look on Lucy’s face. The girl had just put her in another dimension.

Lucy wiped her wet mouth with her thumb, in the most sexy way possible. She bent down next to Leah’s ear.

“I wanna fuck you so bad.” She bit Leah’s ear, her words making Leah shiver.

“I brought something. Do you wanna see it?”

Leah nodded her head, she felt herself getting turned on all over again.

Lucy went to a bag pack on the floor, Leah hadn’t even noticed she had one with her. She pulled out a 7 inch dark blue dildo. Still in its box. Lucy must have bought it today or had one spare.

“I wasn’t sure if you was into this, no worr-“

“Put it on.”

Lucy smiled, she opened the box and grabbed a harness from her bag. The harness was clearly hers, she wondered how many other girls it had been used on. A small bit of jealousy hit her, she couldn’t help it, she then wondered if it had been used on the girl Lucy left with the other night.

Lucy had the new strap on quickly, she grabbed some lube from her bag. Leah was thankful for that, it had been a while since she had something as big as this in her.

Lucy looked stupidly good, the girl could wear anything and look amazing. She came towards the bed, Leah was sat up on her elbows, watching the brunette, her pussy started to clench. But she wanted something else.

“Luce, can you put your glasses on?”

Lucy stopped in her tracks, she laughed. But didn’t question Leah, she grabbed her glasses from the side and placed them on her face. She smiled as she approached her, big cocky smile on her face.

“Can we go a little slow, it’s been a while since I last had anything this big.”

Lucy’s whole domineer changed, she went from smug, cocky Lucy, to the caring, sensitive one Leah witnessed that night in the hotel room.

“Yeah of course, we don’t have to use this, I can take it off.”

Leah grabbed Lucy’s wrist.

“No, no I want you to use it. Just go slow.”

“Yeah, I will, just let me know if you need to stop or take a breather.”

The energy had changed between them, it felt a lot more like it was before, gentle and caring.

Lucy lubed up the dildo, once she was done she crawled up the bed, between Leah’s knees.

“Tell me if it’s too much, okay? I’ll go slow.”

Leah nodded her head, once again words left her, her whole body felt like it was vibrating.

Lucy guided the dildo to Leah’s lips, slowly stroking the rubber on Leah’s clit. She watched as Leah squirmed. She very slowly started to push into Leah, watching the blue sink into her. She heard Leah inhale hard through her nose. She stopped her movements.

“You okay?”

Leah opened her eyes, those beautiful green eyes staring back at her, with so much care in them.

“Yeah, I’m good, keep going.”

Lucy kept her eyes on Leah as she pushed herself in deeper, still going slow. Once she was finally in she started to move her hips in and out. Leah groaned, she grabbed one of Lucy’s hands, she needed to feel her. She could feel the dildo stretching her in the most delicious way. Her pussy was throbbing, she could feel her pussy pulsing around the dildo.

Lucy started to move her hips a little faster, she was on her knees in-between Leah’s legs, her view was breathtaking. Watching Leah take her like this was a whole new experience she never thought she’d have.

Small whimpers escaped Leah’s mouth as Lucy got faster, her body had already gotten used to the new appendage.

“You-you can go faster. I can take it.”

“You sure?”

Leah nodded. “Please.”

Lucy’s eyes dilated. She felt hot all over her body. Wanting to do nothing more than please the girl. She did what she was asked and she went faster.

Leah was groaning loudly now, Lucy was in her own heaven. She watched Leah’s face scrunch, her frown line prominent, she looked so good taking Lucy like this.

“You look so good Leah. You’re taking me so good. I never needed to go slow, did I?.”

Leah opened her eyes, Lucy’s face was full of lust. She could tell Lucy was enjoying herself, making her own pussy clench at the thought.

“No. Fuck, fu-.” Leah breathed hard.

Lucy quickened her thrust, pushing herself deeper into Leah. The blonde whimpered at every thrust, Lucy could feel her own pussy throbbing, she loved having Leah like this.

She grabbed Leah’s legs, moving them over her shoulders, holding onto to Leah’s thighs for balance. The new position gave her more space to move, more flexibility to control her movements, she also knew she could hit Leah deeper this way. She thrusted hard, her skin slapping hard against Leah’s own skin.

The sounds that came from Leah was ecstasy to Lucy, she didn’t want to stop, she pumped hard into Leah, making the girl moan.

“Hmmmm, fuck, fuck, fuck, Luce, fuuuck, don’t stop.”

“Touch yourself”

Leah did what she was told, she was getting used to being told what to do by Lucy, and she didn’t mind it one bit. She snaked her hand down to her sensitive clit, drawing tight circles on her bundle of nerves.

“Good girl Leah. Yeah, just like that. You listen so well don’t you?” Lucy purred.

Lucy calling you a good girl and praising you for touching yourself was something Leah never knew she needed in life. She was already feeling her legs shake, her body was sweating from Lucy’s constant pounding.

Leah nodded her head. “Yeah, yea- I’m a good girl for you Luce.” She was shocked she was able to get the words out herself but she wanted to be good for Lucy.

Lucy smiled down at Leah, her thrust became faster, her body working harder to please the girl below her.

“Fuck Leah, you don’t know how good you look, taking my strap like this. I got a blue one to match your pretty blue eyes.”

Leah moaned loudly, Lucy talking to her like this and her touching herself was driving her crazy, she was nearly passing out.

Lucy pushed Leah’s thighs closer to Leah’s chest, almost touching her chest. Leah let out the loudest groan she’d ever heard herself make. Lucy was hitting a whole new pleasure spot.

Leah’s body started to shake, she felt every muscle in her body stiffen. Her clit was screaming for release. She chanced a look at Lucy, she looked beautiful, every muscle in her body was working, a sheen of sweat covered her skin. She smiled at Leah, her beautiful smile.

“You’re so close, I can tell. Cum Leah, cum baby.”

And she did, those last words finished her off, her eyes were closed tight, her whole body stiffened, she let out an animalistic moan. Lucy stopped her movements she watched the girl beneath her unravel.

What a site to see.

Leah finally relaxed. Lucy slowly pulled the dildo out of Leah, not missing Leah’s juices all over it. Leah was trying to catch her breath, her body was on fire, she’d never been so worn out from sex before.

She slowly lifted her head, Lucy was removing the strap, she smirked at Leah, clearly proud of herself. Leah sat up and crawled to the end of the bed where Lucy was standing.

“Can I still be your good girl?” Leah smiled up at Lucy. Leah couldn’t help it, one night with Lucy being in charge and she wanted nothing more than to please her.

Lucy’s face fell slack. Leah was on all fours inches away from her now very wet pussy. She felt her cunt clenching, she could feel her own breathing become harder.

Leah began to kiss Lucy’s stomach, licking her abs like she was her own personal ice cream.

“Fuck Leah. Your tongue is perfect.” Lucy chucked through gritted teeth.

She combed her fingers through Leah’s bed sex hair. Shivering at Leah’s mouth on her skin.

Leah began her trail of kisses down Lucy’s stomach, lying on her own stomach.

Lucy’s view of Leah was truly breathtaking, shadows jumped over her toned arse and back from the lit candles in the room. She felt Leah’s fingers trace her thighs as her face got closer to her pussy.

Leah kissed Lucy’s glistening lips, she could see how wet she was, streaks of Lucy’s juices were sticking between her thighs.

Lucy opened her legs, giving Leah space.

Leah glided her tongue through Lucy’s pussy, she groaned in delight, finally getting to taste the brunette again. She wrapped her lips around Lucy’s swollen clit, sucking softly, licking gently.

Lucy’s head rolled back in pure pleasure.

“Leah, you’re so fucking good with your tongue. You’re making me so wet.”

Lucy took a sharp breath in, Leah’s tongue was all over her. She sunk her fingers into the back of Leah’s hair, guiding her head back and forth. The position put her in complete control over Leah’s movements.

Leah moaned at the touch, she loved Lucy having the control over her, she loved the thought of pleasuring Lucy just how she wanted it. Lucy talking to her was spurring her on. If you had told Leah a month ago she wanted to be called someone’s ‘good girl’ in bed, she would have laughed in your face. But then she met Lucy Bronze.

She sucked on Lucy’s velvet lips, Lucy’s juices already covering her face, the girl was soaking. Lucy’s fingers in Leah’s hair caused a shiver down the blonde’s neck.

Her tongue was doing wonders to Lucy. She had plenty of girls tongue between her lips before but Leah was by far the best, she knew exactly how to work her tongue.

Lucy looked down at Leah, she slowly grinded her hips into Leah’s face, watching her head bob up and down in-between her legs.

“Stick your tongue out Leah.”

Leah did what she was told, her pink tongue covered in Lucy’s juices was sticking out. Lucy began to grind herself on her tongue as she pleased.

Lucy could see her own juices coverings Leah’s mouth, her pussy began to pulsate. She could feel her orgasm building, she rocked harder into Leah’s mouth, taking what she needed. Her breathing quickened, her thighs began to tighten. She could feel the pressure in her stomach rising.

“Leah, I’m going to cum, be a good girl and don’t stop until I say you can stop.” Lucy’s voice was low.

Leah nodded as best as she could, never stopping her movements with her tongue. Lucy pushed Leah’s head further into her pussy, making sure to stay on the spot she needed her most.

“Suck Leah, suck it, yeah just like that, don’t move.”

Lucy whimpered as she began to fuck Leah’s mouth, her orgasm was strong, she kept Leah where she needed her, she could feel the girl sucking every inch of her.

“Ggmmm, oh my god, don’t stop baby. Jus - just like, fuck, Leah. Oh my g-.”

Lucy felt her juices flood Leah’s mouth, she heard the girl swallowing her, drinking everything she could. Lucy moaned, her hips still going, still had Leah in place. Her body felt heavy, as she began to relax, although her knees nearly let her go. Like Leah it felt like the tension that had built up in her these last couple of weeks escaped her body.

She let go of Leah’s head, stroking her hair. She stepped back looking down at Leah, her juices were all over the girls mouth and cheeks, she was a site to see.

Lucy smirked at Leah. “Good girl.”

Lucy looked around the room for her clothes, she grabbed her underwear and began to dress.

Leah was confused, she didn’t want Lucy to go, she wanted to be around her, talk to her. A pain formed in her throat, she was scared to talk. But she did.

“Why are you getting dressed ? You know you don’t have to leave. You can stay the night. Maybe we can talk?”

“No, I’m not here for that.” Lucy continued dressing not looking at Leah.

Leah sat up, feeling her throat tighten. “But I thought maybe we could talk?”

Lucy looked at Leah this time, her face scrunched up in confusion. “Talk about what?”

Leah didn’t know what to say. She did but she didn’t know where to start. She didn’t know where they were. They hadn’t spoken about anything since that night. But she also wasn’t brave enough to say anything now, to say how she felt.

“That’s what I thought.” Lucy faked a smile at Leah, now fully dressed she packed her things away.

Lucy knew it was childish, but she was still hurt by Leah, and instead of being an adult and talk about her feelings she would rather fuck about it. Because that always worked.

Lucy throw her bag over her shoulder.

“Text me if you need a hand again. I can walk myself out.”

And she was gone.

A heavy weight took over the blonde, she sat naked on her bed, wondering what just happened. She knew why Lucy was doing this, and in a way she couldn’t blame her. She had just giving her a chance to talk and she still didn’t have the guts.

Lucy got in her car, releasing a long heavy sigh. She was just as bad as Leah, she knew what she wanted to say but she also didn’t know what to say or how to say it. Lucy didn’t feel confident in her feelings.

She had planned to never talk to Leah again, but when Lucy saw her at Millie’s party that plan was long gone. She wanted Leah but she was scared, she was scared at how quickly her feelings were growing for her, scared how easy and natural it felt with Leah, scared that she hasn’t stoped thinking about her, scared at how easy Leah left her that morning in the hotel.

So that night it just felt easier to tease her, make herself feel like she had some kind of control, wind the girl up. Show her that she can be with other people, and she didn’t care that Leah danced with Ona.

But she did care.

So maybe this would be easier, sleep with each other and not talk about their feelings, because that always works.

And thats what they did.

One would text the other when they wanted ‘a hand’. Lucy would go round to Leah’s have sex and go, and vice versa. It wasn’t what either wanted, but neither was brave enough to say how they felt, both just happy to be in any kind of presence with the other. They continued on like this for 3 more months.

3 long months.

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ransprang · 5 months

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Vi x reader (Piss kink part 2)

Thank you anon for requesting on our KoFi

Read the Vi Piss kink part 1 here!

The rolling green hills of Malaysia were making you horny again as you drove through the lush countryside. You were still replaying the events from only a few hours ago, where you had had your pink haired goddess moaning and writhing in ecstasy above you.

You tried to stay fixated on the road but your eyes were glazing over with lust. Your mind filled with thoughts of your lover, guzzling water, getting hydrated, wet and ready for the next session. What a horny slut. Your slut.

As your eyes scanned the road ahead, you noticed Vi fall asleep, she was clearly tired from being fucked, you smiled at how beautiful she looked. You could hear her snoring softly as you drove, and that was enough background noise to keep you from turning on the radio.

As you drove, you noticed that a small rest stop was nearing. You opened your mouth to let Vi know, but then paused. She looked so peaceful resting next to you, without the usual worries and cares which usually lined her features. Suddenly you didn’t have the heart to wake her. Instead you kept driving, and if that resulted in a little reward for you later, you weren’t going to complain.

After an hour’s drive with Vi deep in slumber, you reached the pit stop to get some snacks for the 4 hour road ahead of you. The trees were getting darker against the twilight sky, the street lights were now switched on, and as you got off the car at the petrol pump, there was a dingy air about it.

A massive Shell sign marked its entrance, there were several empty pumps in front of you, and a small shop with supplies behind. You parked the car at one of the pumps and as you hooked the pump in, carefully as to not wake Vi up, you took the time to jog to buy snacks.

Opening the door, you were greeted by a very old man, with long white hair in a pony. He was smoking a cigarette and did not bother looking up as you searched the shelves for some pringles, and soft drinks. Eventually picking up all your items you reach the cashier placing them down to get scanned, when you noticed something behind the eccentric man. Long, cylindrical, dark shapes were hanging at the back. Some were in innocuous white packages, others out in the open with delicate adornments like ridges and indents. This man had the biggest and most diverse collection of strap-ons you had ever seen.

With your mouth open you were stunned for a second, the old man instantly took note and casually remarked “Oh this? Ha, you wouldn’t believe what kind of people we get.” Snapping out of your trance, you kept looking at the different types before you, big, small, purple, black, ribbed and smooth. The variety was enormous, further fueling your curiosity.

As the cashier scanned your final item, he turned around and asked “So which one is it for you?” Looking at the collection, your eyes widened as you stuttered out, “Uh, uhm, the pink ribbed one please.” The old man nonchalantly picked it up and added it your bag.

“That’ll be 150 ringgit”, the old man’s eyes bore into yours intensely. Perhaps he had seen a lot in this little shop. Handing him the money you ran out with the bag, excited to show Vi your interesting find.

You went back to your car and closed the door softly, careful not to wake your sleeping beauty up. You placed the little bag on the dashboard and restarted the car. Anticipation thrummed under your skin, but you held yourself back. Chewing on your lip you tried to keep your thoughts from straying off the road.

After a while, looking in the mirror you saw Vi stirring around. Her eyes blinked, fluttering open. She groaned as she propped herself up. Your eyes met and you gave her a smile, “Hey beautiful, seems like you’re finally awake. Slept well after our little adventure?” you asked.

She laughed, “Yea cupcake. Slept well alright. How long have y’been driving for?” She ruffled her hair a bit, looking around the nighttime landscape. “A while,” you replied.

Vi quirked an eyebrow, “Geez doll, we still ain’t at the villa yet?” You tried to contain your laughter, “Yeah. The highlands are pretty vast I guess. How was your nap?”

“Good. Had some interesting dreams.”

“Oh do tell,” you replied, your heartrate picking up. “What did you dream about?”

“Let’s just say I was rather looking forward to reaching the hotel,” Vi smirked.

“And what did you have in mind babe?” You said, arousal running down your spine. Vi’s lips quirked into a devious grin which quickly spread across her face, “You’ll see.”

Your grip tightened on the steering wheel, “Why wait?”

Vi gave you a sideways glance.

“I got you a present,” you told her, indicating the plastic bag on the dashboard. “Open it.”

You could see the gleam in Vi’s eyes as she peeked inside, her face colouring immediately. You parked the car at the side of the road as Vi looked up at you, her expression lustful.

“Let’s move to the backseat, shall we?” You suggested slyly.

Vi all but ran and clambered into the backseat of the car with you following quickly behind.

As you loomed over her in the backseat you gently took the packet she had clenched in her hands. Her hands free, she cupped your cheek and closed her eyes, leaning in to kiss you.

As Vi kissed you, her tongue explored your mouth, she wanted you. Her aggression got stronger, she began pawing at your clothes as she pushed you back. As you fell back onto the seat she pulled her top off and began unbuttoning her shorts, pulling them down. You scampered to get your own clothes off quickly, Vi was breathing heavily in an attempt to control herself.

She sat there naked rubbing her thighs together clamping her pussy folds together. You noticed the motion and bit your lower lip. You could feel the fire within you burn. You whispered, “Vi? Baby lie back, let me see you.” Vi was so hot, heavy beads of sweat began sliding down her breasts falling onto her toned abs. She laid back down and parted her legs, you could see her vagina, wet and dripping.

Vi used her hand and began rubbing her clit, rolling her eyes back as she let out a moan, she added on, “I need you.” Eager to please, you put on the 8 inch strap on and rubbed at the tip, preparing it to enter Vi’s entrance. It felt cool under your touch but you knew it would heat up quickly enough. You pulled out a packet of lube and emptied it onto the plastic pink dildo, giving it a few solid strokes to spread it out.

You grabbed the strap-on and rubbed it on her clit, you could see it red and swollen from stimulation. She felt a jolt, you could see her stomach contract, as she released her breath. Vi was beginning to shake from pleasure. You entered slowly, making sure she was comfortable. The ridges and girth of the dildo stretched her sweet pussy out. Vi moaned with her eyes rolling back, “Fuck, yes.”

Once your whole length was within her, Vi used her hands to hold your waist to guide your hips and control your pace. She loved being in charge after all. You went faster and faster, Vi tightened her legs around your waist, “Cupcake..fuck I…I think I have to pee again. It feels really good baby, don’t stop.” You pick up your speed, “You’re taking me in so well,” you laugh breathlessly, looking at the feast before your eyes.

Vi rubs her clit faster, as her G spot gets fucked and her bladder throbs. She arches her back, in absolute ecstasy, she was on cloud nine. You could see how her supple breasts bounced with each thrust, sweat rolling down her body. You ached to make her cum. Vi moaned and stuttered out, “I don't think I can hold it in,” biting her lip.

You knew what you had to do next, as you slid your strap on out of her and pulled away you set her straight, essentially increasing the pressure on her bladder, making her even more sensitive. You took the car seat belt and strapped Vi in securely, completely naked with legs parted. You lowered yourself, kissing all the way down to her cunt. You lightly sucked on it as you used your tongue to play with her folds.

Vi’s urge to pee only got stronger as she contracted her vagina tightly in order to hold it. She could feel jolts of electricity rise up from her clit, as her urethra got stimulated. You used your fingers to part open her pussy as you flicked her clit with your tongue, you could taste her sweetness. You began kissing her vulva as she used the tip of her finger to rub her clit.

She could not contain herself any longer as she let herself release some of her fluids onto you. Instantly pulling away you exclaimed authoritatively “Won't let you be relieved just yet.” As you went back in with your strap on, humping her faster with Vi’s legs resting on your shoulders.

You lean closer to her body, both your tits rubbing together, you could feel her hard nipples against yours. You smashed your lips against Vi’s as your hips picked up pace pumping the woman beneath you. Vi, moaned loudly as she flipped you around. She let the seat belt loose and got on top of you, riding you, rubbing her cunt. She leaned back in a cowboy position as she released her juices. They spilled out around you. Vi moaned louder as she squirted, little spurts of urine spattering onto the car and your naked body. Vi was breathing heavily as she relieved herself, her face twisted in ecstasy.. You held her tightly, shoving your cock deeper into her as she orgasmed all over you.

As she came, you slowed down your pace and let her body stop quivering. You watched as the seat beneath you was drenched with her sweat, piss and cum. She moaned as she lifted her pussy up from the cock.

She sat on your lap and smacked your tit, “Good girl, pleasuring me, now…should I help you?” You needed her “Yes…” you said with an air of desperation. Vi smirked, “Oh please, you have to do better than that. Beg me.” You cupped her face “Vi, I want you to fuck me so hard, relieve the ache in my pussy.” Vi pushed you back almost harshly taking the strap-on off you and wearing it herself. “Cant believe I will fuck you with the same dick you put in me.”

As the tip of the cock entered you, still warm from its previous activity, you rubbed your clit with one hand and played with your nipples with the other. You wanted to cum so bad, especially with the stimulation from the strap on rubbing against your clit, you were already so close. You arched your back and asked Vi to slow down,”Vi, I want to feel you please,” you begged. Vi had an evil smirk “Feel me? Huh”, she stopped and pulled out. She took off the strap on and positioned herself to scissor you.

Lining her clit against yours, she slowly moved her hips for her pussy lips to rub against yours. You both looked down at your pussies rubbing against each other, watching the various juices get mixed together. Feeling satisfied from stimulating your vulva, as she easily moved you to sit up on her lap, with her thigh between your legs.

“Ride”, she commanded, looking into your eyes. You rubbed and rode her thigh desperately, leaving your juices on her. You rode her till you felt the heat rise up from your clit, it spread through your folds and went back to your pussy. You watched as her eyes wandered from the friction between your pussy and her thigh, up to the way your breasts moved frantically. Your face heated up from the intense attention. You threw your head back and moaned “Vi…”. She used her hand to gently rearrange your hair out of your face, leaning forward to kiss your neck, leaving hickeys. Vi’s hands moved to your hips helping you increase your speed, “Come on baby. Cum for me.”

Knowing you were just about to go over the edge, you tweaked your nipples, and with one final hip thrust you felt yourself burst as you came. You breathed heavily as Vi kept rocking your hips gently, making you ride out your orgasm. Once you came down from your high, you looked at Vi as you both looked at each other with eyes filled with love and ecstasy as she pulled you into a tight hug.

Once you had both caught your breath you looked around and saw the car was filthy, the seats soaked and the entire place smelt of sex and piss. Vi smiled at you sheepishly, “We got a little too carried away, huh cupcake?”

You whispered in her ear “Thank you for being in my life”, Vi smiled as she stroked your hair, “And thank you for being in mine.” You both smiled as she looked at the strap on kept beside, Vi laughed “You're crazy. How the hell did we end up doing this on a road trip?” You laughed loudly with your head resting on her shoulder “Well, I am in fact crazy, for you.” Vi poked your belly tickling and teasing you. “Not more than me.” She pulled you in for a deep kiss. Finally she reached out for her top, not bothering with her bra or panty she wore her grey top and pulled on her shorts. She hopped onto the passenger seat from the back. You took the time to clean the strap on and the seats with tissues. You wore your clothes and went back to the driver's seat. You looked at your passenger princess, “Next stop is the tandas I'm guessing.”

Vi laughed, “You know it.”

You giggled, “C’mon, it’s my fault for not waking you at the rest stop. We are only 20 minutes away from the next one.”

You got back into the driver’s seat and headed towards the next destination, eager to see what else awaited the two of you on the rest of your holiday.

Your peepee,

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thebellearchives · 1 year

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𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

~ Vash the Stampede ; Trigun Stampede

✧˚ · . S Y N O P S I S : the secret feelings between you and vash shine through when you dance together in your shared hotel room

‧₊˚ c o n t e n t s : vash x gn!reader, fluff

‧₊˚ a / n : i’ve had this idea in the back of my head for a while!! this was inspired by “in the night” by fly by midnight ~

You walked in the room curiously, eyeing the golden decor that complimented the cream color of the walls. You and your friends had managed to get rooms in a pretty fancy inn. Since it was a nice place it seemed like it was usually fully booked, and even though you did get a couple of rooms you still ended up having to share. After a heated game of rock paper scissors, Meryl won a room all for herself, Wolfwood had to share with Roberto and you were sharing with Vash.

The room was spacious, with a big comfortable looking bed, a big bathroom and a small kitchen. Vash closed the door when your eyes spotted a radio, neatly placed over a round dining table. You picked it up, searching for the on/off switch.

“What is it?” Vash curiously walked up behind you.

“Just a radio” turning it on, you changed stations for a while until a familiar melody filled the room “hey! I haven’t heard this song in a long time”

“Oh I know this song” Vash smiled and moved his head from left to right on beat, making you giggle.

You turned up the volume and placed the radio back in the table, singing along and joining Vash in a stupid little dance. Vash laughed and grabbed both of your hands, lifting them up and dancing with you. Soon your steps steered away from the table, and you found yourselves swaying all around the room. The blond sang along too, voices following the lyrics’ rhythm and only getting interrupted by laughter. He lifted one of your arms to twirl you around, the sound of his laugh filling the room. A wide smile appeared on your lips, and your eyes lingered on his face. The sound of his happiness was so pretty, and it was just as musical as the song coming from the radio. You hung your arms from his shoulders, completely mesmerized by his bliss, he wrapped his arms around your waist in the middle of innocent chuckles. The pulse on your veins quickened almost immediately, and the tempo of your heartbeat was suddenly faster than the melody leaving your lips. He made you feel like you were under a spell, he had you so captivated that for a moment you moved your hand without permission from your brain. You brushed his blond hair away from his pretty eyes and rested your palm on his cheek with adoration, your heart swelled in tenderness watching that sweet smile of his on his lips, the long lashes that adorned his blue orbs, and the soft and warm feeling of his clear skin on your fingertips. Sometimes you weren’t even sure if he was real, how could someone so infinitely kind and caring even exist? The way that Vash’s blue eyes widened snapped you out of your daydream, a blush spread through his cheeks. You didn’t move an inch, but you stared back into his eyes, scared that maybe you had crossed the boundaries of your friendship, that maybe he’d awkwardly push you away. But he didn’t, instead you felt his arms tighten a little around you. Vash’s gaze softened, leaning towards you just a little. You noticed he was breathing nervously through his mouth, his lashes moved downwards as he watched your lips. Lifting your chin up closer to him, your fingertips grazed the fuzzy sides of his undercut and then curled around his blond strands, heart drumming hopeful in your ears. You closed your eyes slowly, and next thing you felt were his soft lips kissing yours sweetly. You kissed back longingly, a relieved sigh escaping from your lungs. Cold metal fingertips traced your back soothingly, a sweet burning sensation of crave in your chest pumping your blood towards your face and flushing it with a tint of red similar to the color of his coat. Kissing Vash felt like finding water after months in the desert, and when he stopped and inhaled sharply your lips chased after his, wishing to indulge in his kiss once more.

“Vash…” his name fell from your mouth in a yearning whisper, and he complied to you almost immediately.

Vash held your chin before placing another kiss on your lips and his thumb caressed your cheek. Your shaky hands led your arms to hang from his neck as you forgot about everything around you, his name and his touch being the only thoughts in your head. When the kiss stopped you remained still with your eyes closed, feeling his warm breath tingle over your mouth before he smiled gently. With a sigh, Vash rested his forehead on yours and nuzzled against your nose, making you giggle. Vash chuckled too, and at last you noticed that the song you had been dancing to had finished a while ago.

#; fluffy belle #trigun stampede #trigun #vash the stampede #vash x you #vash x reader #vash x y/n #vash imagines #vash the stampede x reader #tristamp #vash the stampede x you #trigun fluff #trigun stampede imagine #gn!reader

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siremasterlawrence · 7 months

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Welcome To Court Milo!

It Saturday the next day when I stand tall in front of my bedroom mirror posing when I feel it.

Steady, strong and warm hands wrap over my waist pulling me hard in to a kiss to my neck.

He spun me around to inform of me out date to night but we should get dress immediate so we can drive to Las Vegas in a few hours.

We get dress heading out of the room we hit his car sitting it and we drive off in to it all for a fun weekend.

My eyes pop open to see it The Las Vegas sign in real life in my face as we park and I see it.

“You are taking me to see a magicians act?”

“It will be fun and you will enjoy it “

“Great! I am e static”

“Don’t be passive aggressive “

“Are you telling me what to do?”

“No sir! Sorry”

“What on earth?”

“Like?”

“The dancing is much”

“Hey buddy”

“Milo! This is my Master”

“You know him?”

“I can’t leave without your permission “

“Fair enough”

“It’s true though”

“I want joy by my side “

“You don’t trust me”

“Not funny”

“So interesting act”

“Do you want to join me?”

“Hell no!”

“Put me under”

“Oh brother! Please “

“Stare in to my eyes “

I take hold of his eye lengths backing up a bit his Bach bit the walls as he can’t stand away from me.

“Focus on my eyes, not around or away”

“Feeling the rhythm and the rhime”

“The floor fades under him “

“You drop in to the abyss”

“Let go, do as I say obey “

“Imagine you are on your stage”

“ Thunderous chanting sounds”

“A heavy applause “

“Keep clapping! Thank you “

“Do a little dance “

“You are pumped up “

“Stand in the center “

“Tight clothe cover your body “

“The curtain is closed”

“The spotlight is on you”

“Their is a small balloon on a rope “

“Pull it”

“A bucket of water “

“A giant one “

“Pours over you “

“Raining down on you”

“You are wet like a rat”

“So hard from embarrassment “

“You are soggy

“Give the audience a show “

“Take off your clothes”

“Rip them off “

“Right here”

“Right now “

“Take it off “

“Do a dance “

“Strip tease “

“Don’t move “

“Nice body “

“Greek athletic body”

“Pose”

“Model “

“SNAP”

“Hey babe”

“Back off”

“Why should I?”

“He is my master “

“Not anymore “

“You will see soon enough “

“You are everything “

“Move around “

“Switch clothes “

“Let me envision that ass”

“It jingles”

“All for me”

“Glistening in the night”

“As you wish”

“I am yours” the end

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360degreesasthecrowflies · 5 months

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London is a city that has always been deeply uneven, with plenty of cultural treasures to hide the poverty in the Tower Blocks and the underpasses. London is effectively the main of the UK economy, and everything is geared towards it. Hence it retains a degree of economic dynamism that allows a degree of optimism, after all there's always a new restaurant, new exhibition, new flagship store, new play. Sure most workers are dirt poor, living on mashed avocado, and hoping the landlord gets visited by 3 Ghosts at Christmas, but there's the dream of making it in the big city.

Outside the London bubble, large parts of the country are either in despair, or have totally given up. Roads, bridges, hospitals, and schools are crumbling. Police have almost disappeared outside traffic stops. Courts are backlogged, prisons overfilled & well past their designed lifespan. Companies face significant trade barriers with the EU. The water industry is essentially operating on leveraged debt and mostly owned by oversea's pension funds, whilst the infrastructure collapses and raw sewage is being pumped into the rivers/seas. Everyone is underpaid compared to the cost of living, but also compared to many comparable roles in other countries.

In the shires, the more well paid commuter class can still have a nice life, but they are feeling a sharp pinch. Holidays cut. Cars held on to much, much longer than before. Meals out being reduced. Optional extras like music or sports for the kids cancelled. Impulse purchases stopped. All of which sounds like "oh poor Emma can't get her daughter Lucinda piano lessons boo hoo" but think about the economic impact. That is money that would have gone to a piano teacher (usually self employed), to the coffee shop whilst Emma waits, to a music shop for music, perhaps a CD or concert tickets to something Lucinda played at a lesson. Then when Lucinda grows up instead of having a career in arts or entertainment, even at her local bar or church, she doesn't know how to play piano. So society as a whole has lost a musician, and Lucinda as a person flourishes slightly less. The UK arts sector is one of our biggest economic powerhouses, yet it is routinely ignored and hammered by the govt. Art & music are regarded as luxury items, despite contributing £1.6 billion to the annual economy (2021 at 5.6%). That's huge, bigger than the fishing industry which contributes £1.4 billion (2021 at 4%). Yet with rents sky rocketing, and school budgets in utter crisis, arts/music get dropped and creative talent has to switch to more routine jobs to survive. UK Musicians are dropped from EU events following the botched visa system, and international work is increasingly harder for them to get.

Outside the diminishing middle class, the real difficulty and poverty of the UK hits home. People are not sure whether the next rent payment or electricity will quite literally bankrupt them and leave them homeless. Wages are mostly static, with few rises outside a number of key sectors. Some areas have seen wage growth, but that has been concentrated in a small number of jobs (especially finance/management). The population is aging, and the care system is left almost entirely to private companies in a very disjointed, expensive manner. For most people the only credible hope of a financially better life is to inherit or to win the lottery or to commit crime. This is strikingly similar to the pattern seen in many developing world economies.

For example, I have worked in the public sector for 20 years. In that time I have trained, gained professional qualifications, led larger teams, upskilled on IT/project management and become more productive. Since my pay has been capped at a 0.5% rise, it is a real terms wage cut. So I've become more productive yet I'm paid less. Why should I 1) carry on trying to be more productive, & 2) stay in the job? Productivity increases from workers have to be linked to a personal reward, as well as a benefit to an employer or there's no point for the employee. Hence "quiet quitting".

So the UK is in the dire position of poor infrastructure, rampant poverty, and a population that no longer believes hard work or being productive will improve their own lives, only maintain their survival. This is not a recipe for a flourishing economy or nation. The worst thing is that the UK has started to lose hope that things can get better without a magical solution. Without at least some hope, we are doomed.

Saved via reddit from user 'AgeOfVictoriaPodcast' - as an excellent (if depressing!) summary of the UK's economy and society in 2023 / the 2020s / post Brexit

#uk politics #united kingdom #british politics #2020s #2023 #quotes #age of victoria podcast #uk society #quiet quitting #tory failures #failed state #uk #poverty #society #cost of living crisis

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kyberblade · 2 years

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Back To You (Din x Reader) - Part 9

A/N: We are on Trask!!! I have been waiting for this since the beginning! Lots happening, things developing, ahhhhhhh! Again, this has a bit of show dialogue but it was necessary. Also, once again, there is some lore in this that @writerlyhabits wrote in a fantastic short, and I loved it so much, I asked if I could use it.

(This takes place right where the other one left off and goes into the middle of episode 2x3/11, The Heiress.)

I do not own Star Wars or it’s characters. Sadly. But I carry them in my heart. Does that count for something? My soul says yes.

Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff, Grogu being the cutest thing you ever did see, and Din is once again a warning in and of himself in this one. Typical show violence. Space swearing.

Word count: 9,532 (*heavy breathing again*)

As always, thanks to @grippingbeskar for encouraging me, looking over this for me, and being the one to introduce me to Din fanfiction in the first place, getting me hooked. You are fantastic and I always love our chats.

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Xxx

You woke to an alarm blaring in the small cockpit. The screen in front of Din blinked a bright red message. Rubbing your eyes, you looked around the cabin blearily, the child mirroring you as he let out a sleepy coo. Looking up through the viewport, a large, blue planet was looming.

So much water.

Your mouth fell open slightly as you stared, lost in the thought of lapping waves and rolling boats, the sound of running water a luxury you’d yet to encounter.

Coruscant had bodies of water, but they were all fake, manmade. They had an air of artificial to them, a faint grime around the edges. The mechanics pulling the strings in the background just under the surface if you looked hard enough. The sound of running water with the dull undertone of a water pump. The whir of the filtration system.

The child stretching in your lap drew your attention away from the giant blue orb, the smile making its way up your face reminding you of the very real little world right in front of you.

“Looks like we made it.” Din’s voice was still slightly sleepy, making your smile grow just a little. Good. He needed it. “Get ready for landing.” He began flipping switches like always, turning to some on his left, smacking the panel when nothing happened. Well, nothing but a loud clunk from below. “Dank farrik!” The Frog Lady croaked a small sound of question, and he sighed. “The landing array isn’t responding.” He continued to press more buttons, flip more switches, and you began to wonder if half of them even really did anything.

“Without the guidance system, it’ll be a manual re-entry. It might get a little choppy.” The display in front of him displayed some message you couldn’t quite make out from where you were, a red blinking alert the only obvious thing. “Once we’re through the atmosphere, there should be enough fuel to slow us down.” He grew quiet, and you didn’t like it, not one bit. “If we don’t burn to a crisp.”

“If we don’t what?” You deadpanned before Din suddenly pulled the ship up, the belly of the Crest plummeting toward the surface of the planet, flames shooting up around the viewport, and painting the cockpit in an eerie glow.

Your stomach lurched, the almost free fall making you feel like you could float, but also like a mountain was weighing you down. The cockpit began to shake, jolts making the drop of your stomach even worse with each jostle. Each little dip made the kids ears flap, and it would have been amusing if the room wasn’t painted in fire.

Alarms started blaring, and Din was quick to flick them off. “Come up here. I need your hands!” The Frog Lady began to rise, setting her eggs on the seat in her place, but you were quick to intervene.

On your feet instantly, you placed the child where you had been before turning to the other passenger. Placing your hand on her shoulder, her head turning to look at you, you gestured her back to her seat. “You hold tight to your eggs. I’ve got this.” Turning to the console, you staggered a bit as the ship hit some turbulence, the flames through the transparisteel flaring briefly.

Din looked up at you for just a moment before turning his attention back out the viewport. “This lever needs to stay back. Can you do that?” He gestured to a large silver lever on his right almost flippantly, quickly getting the steering back in his grip.

Taking it in both hands and pulling back, you nodded. Anchoring your feet a little wider to help stabilize yourself, you bent your knees slightly to help absorb some of the shock each jostle of the ship sent up through you.

“Keep it steady,” Din said quietly, almost to himself.

“Same goes for you,” you teased lowly, smiling when the faintest scoff came through his vocoder.

“Here we go.”

You fell in silence, aside from the roar of the flames, their dance creating a rise and fall in the constant hum. Rolling your fingers on the handle, you adjusted your grip, tightening your hold as your hands began to sweat.

A voice came over the comm, a woman, pleasant, and completely out of place in the situation. So much so you almost laughed. But a strong jolt of turbulence made you swallow your amusement. “Razor Crest, this is Trask flight control. Please reduce your speed to port protocol.”

Through the viewport you could begin to see a grey, almost dismal looking city, surrounded by water. The flames went all the way out, letting you see just how far the water spread around you.

“I’m trying my best here.” You couldn’t tell if Din was addressing her or just talking out loud. “Engage reverse thrusters.” He turned his head towards the kid. “Brace!”

You turned sideways, holding the lever with one hand, and reached out a hand to lean against the egg container in the Frog Lady’s lap right behind you. One of her hands slipped over yours to help hold you still, and you looked up, meeting her large black eyes. Nodding once her way, she returned the gesture, a small smile quirking up one side of your face before you turned back to the disaster out the viewport, adjusting your stance slightly.

Din threw a lever near the one you were holding forward, and the ship began to teeter in the air, leaning slightly back and forth like a ship on the water, one of the engines sputtering violently.

“Hold on,” he warned, his tone almost nervous. You tightened your grip on the lever.

“Razor Crest, do you copy? You have to reduce speed.”

“Almost there, almost there.” It almost sounded like he was talking to himself.

The child laughed, drawing your attention his way, your eyebrows wrinkling together at him skeptically. “He’s truly your son, Din. A true chaos gremlin.”

“Razor Crest, do you copy?”

The display began alerting again, insistently, this time with a green alert, helping you to swallow just a little anxiety.

“Razor Crest, you’re coming in too fast. You have to re-” Din reached forward, flipping a switch and the voice stopped abruptly. It was almost peaceful. Until you remembered where you were.

The ship slowed suddenly, hovering above a landing pad, slowly descending. You relaxed, releasing the lever tentatively at first, then fully when it stayed. The green circle flashed on the screen, and you watched as Din steered the ship with the tiniest of movements.

“Here we go. Nice and easy.”

You let your weight off of the egg container, squeezing the Frog Lady’s hand in thanks, and she croaked softly at you.

Suddenly the right engine exploded, sending the ship lurching to the left, and off the side of the pad. Losing your balance, the Frog Lady was quick to clutch your hand tight again, trying to haul you back up towards her.

Looking out the viewport, you saw water surround the ship as you scrambled up, grabbing the Frog Lady’s seat to pull yourself upright, the ship at a precarious angle.

With a muted thud the Razor Crest settled on the bottom of the bay, various fish beginning to circle and dart around quickly as a layer of silt settled.

You took a few deep breaths, releasing the chair in your grasp. Walking up behind Din, you put your hands on your hips as you stared out the viewport.

“Now, I’m confused,” you began, voice almost a drawl, making Din groan softly. “Was that a landing or a crashing?” Looking down toward the Mandalorian, you saw he cradled his helmet in his hand, slowly shaking his head back and forth at your antics.

Xxx

You’d begun to doze off, leaning up against the back wall of the cockpit with your arms crossed over your chest. There had been enough sitting on the journey between the ice ball to this water ball, and if you were being honest, you were getting a little antsy.

A jolt made you snap your head up, eyes darting around the cabin. A groan sounded from above, like metal under pressure, and suddenly your feet were struggling to find your footing. The Razor Crest teetered back and forth, wobbling precariously in the air as a giant crane lifted it out of the water. As the water poured away from the viewport, you could see through the few remaining streaks, the crane was on four legs like some massive beast, and it walked through the water as if it were a puddle.

Putting your arms out to stabilize yourself, you tilted your neck back to look straight up through the transparisteel at the crane high above the Crest.

The ship was set back down on the pad with a gentle thud, the rush of water emptying the deck below you sending vibrations under your feet.

Looking out the viewport once again, you felt a stirring in the air around you. It was muted, a quiet whisper, but it tickled your senses all the same. Din said something as he scooped up the kid, placing him in the floating pram, but he was muffled, like he was talking underwater.

The Frog Lady croaked something from her seat and she sounded distant, like an echo in a cave. The child squealed, and you swore he was miles off, a sound on the wind.

A chill ran down your spine, not of fear, but excitement, anticipation…. A sense of finally crawling under your skin, but finally what, you didn’t know.

Din’s voice echoed closer, clearing up with each word he said, finally jolting everything back to normal when he lightly grabbed your upper arm. “Are you okay?”

Looking around the cockpit, you found it was only the two of you, the sounds of the child's pram and the Frog Lady’s footsteps heard on the deck below.

“I’m fine,” you tried a small smile, turning his way. “Thanks.”

“What happened? You didn’t respond for about a minute.”

“Nothing. Something. I don’t know.” You turned back to look out the viewport, bracing your weight on the headrests of both copilot seats. “I don’t know.”

Taking a deep breath as you felt the mental fog rolling on the horizon, you squinted your eyes, shaking your head to try and clear the cobwebs. “Did you need something?”

He shifted his weight, reaching into his belt and withdrawing your knife.

“Oh, you cleaned it. Thanks!” You smiled up at him as he pressed it into your palm, visor tilted down towards you. Looking down at the blade, you paused when you noticed something near the hilt, glinting as it caught a small ray of sunlight that came through a break in the overcast sky.

After studying it for a moment, bringing it closer to your face, tilting it back and forth, you turned your gaze back up towards his visor in question. You swallowed, words dying on the tip of your tongue.

“When you killed the spider to save the kid, it was your first kill.” You looked back down to the knife, holding it delicately and staring at it as he continued, trying to remember how to breathe. You knew enough to know this was important. “It was a noble kill. If you were a Mandalorian, you would have earned your signet.”

You grimaced, looking up at him with a tight face, and he laughed. “I know, you hate spiders.”

“That would not have been pleasant.” You looked back down to the blade, rubbing your thumb softly back and forth over the etching.

“From the time you stepped onto my ship, actually, if I’m being honest, probably even before that, you've been a member of my clan. For years you’ve been my closest friend. The only thing I wanted to come back to after a bounty. You've proven several times over your strength, persistence, and willingness to do whatever is needed to protect the kid. It was time we made it official.”

“I’d protect you, too.” You tilted your head back to look him in the eyes, his head tilting to the side just slightly. “Not that you ever really need it, but I’d protect you, too.”

The child squawked from somewhere below, drawing both of your gazes in that direction.

“Thank you,” your voice was quiet. You didn’t feel you could trust it much further right now. Tucking the knife into your belt, you looked back up to the Mandalorian. “I’ll wear it with honor.”

Din hesitated, his weight shifting almost nervously, his hands clenching into fists at his side. He took a deep breath, lifting a hand as if to gesture, the start of a breath passing through his modulator before it stopped abruptly, turning into a frustrated sigh. His hand fell back to his side as he stared at you a moment longer before turning to leave the cockpit. “Let’s go.”

Xxx

Din POV

Din kicked himself as he went over and over what he had said to you. It was just a small omission, it didn’t really matter in the scheme of things did it?

Technically, he hadn’t crafted the knife himself, so it was a sort of grey area. He rolled his eyes as he mulled over the loopholes, always landing back on having to tell you sooner rather than later. But no matter whether he had made it or not, it still bore his signet, and that wasn’t something given to just anybody.

His lips faded into a tight line as he watched you climb down the ladder, eyes catching on the glint of his signet with each step you took.

He’d do it before you left Trask. He had to. Right?

What good was it after all if everything just stayed the same? Sure, a member joining his clan was good news, but there was something that was even better news, he just had to find the courage to tell you.

I will wear it with honor.

Even though you weren’t Mandalorian, you knew the right words to say. Of course you did. Because if you didn’t, this would all be easier. On some level, you already knew, and that’s part of what made this so difficult for him. Something about coming clean scared him.

He watched you walk ahead of him, walking up to the Frog Lady and giving her a hug in thanks for all she had done over the past few days. A small smile climbed slowly up his face at the sight, dipping slightly when he realized.

He wasn’t scared of telling you.

He wasn’t scared of you knowing.

He was scared of you walking away.

His breath caught in his chest when you turned to look at him, your eyebrow raised in question. With a quick tilt of your head behind you gesturing him over, you smiled, standing rooted to the spot as you waited for him.

He tried to remember how to breathe as he made his way over, almost losing the fight when your smile grew as he drew closer. Falling into step beside one another, something clicked, and somehow he knew everything would work itself out.

The child cooed from his floating pram beside you, both of you turning to look at his bright eyes.

You were a clan of three.

Xxx

Normal POV

“So, how can I help you?” The Mon Calamari attendant asks easily as you approach.

“Can you fix it?” Din’s voice is a deadpan, and you almost giggle at the exchange.

Turning to the Frog Lady as he continues to speak to the mechanic, you give her another hug, this one quick, laughing when she croaks in surprise. Pulling back, you keep your arms on her shoulders. “Thank you, again. For everything. I don’t think we would have made it without you.”

She croaked something to you, tossing her head emphatically as she did, making you smile.

“Okay, maybe we would have, but it would have been much harder.”

She nodded once, a soft croak of agreement tumbling out with it, and your smile grew a bit bigger. You still didn’t understand her language, but you could understand her.

She turned to survey the dock, adjusting the strap of her egg container as she did. Din came up beside you with a heavy sigh, shaking his head when you arched a brow at him in question, the kid floating right beside him.

The Frog Lady took a few steps then began to call out, looking back and forth down the dock when she got no response until….

A much deeper croak came from the opposite end. Her head perked up and she squealed, running that direction, quickly disappearing in the crowd of people milling about.

You and Din exchanged a look before following her, finding her kneeling next to a blue Frog Man, their heads pressed together, eyes closed and soft little grunts and croaks breaking the silence. They pulled apart and shared a soft look, her hands on his face, before they drew further back and looked at the eggs lovingly.

The child whined as he eyed the eggs, looking up at Din with a pitiful expression.

Looking down at the child, Din sighed. “I know you're hungry. We’ll get you something to eat.”

The child’s ears drooped as he turned back towards the eggs again.

You reached out a finger to scratch the top of his head between his ears, making them perk up just slightly.

The Frog Man rose to his feet, approaching Din and extending his hand in thanks.

“You’re welcome,” Din spoke softly. “I was told you could lead me to others of my kind.”

You felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end, the feeling from back on the ship surrounding you once again. Everything echoed, and faded until it was just a muted hum in the background. Suddenly, as clear as day, you hear your own voice, as if it was standing next to you. You whip your head to the side at the sound of your name, looking to the other side when it’s whispered somewhere close by. You hear your own voice say a myriad of things from all different directions, but whenever you turn to look for the source, you just see dockworkers milling about.

“It’s here.”

“You’ve come.”

“At last.”

“Just a little bit further….”

“Come quick!”

“Stop!”

“Go!”

Your own laughter lilted on the breeze as it lightly tickled your face.

Looking to the side in an attempt to find the source, you see a figure in a black robe watching from beside some crates. They disappear after a few people pass between you, and you blink a few times, wondering if you imagined it.

Din’s hand once again on your arm draws you back, sounds rushing in at warp speed, everything tilting back on its axis. “You did it again.”

“Sorry,” you mumble, staring at the now vacant spot the hooded figure had stood. “Thought I saw something.” You turned to face him. “Probably just jet-lagged.”

He nodded, but you could read his body language. His tight shoulders told you he didn’t believe you. Giving your arm a squeeze before he lowered his hand, he gave a nod before stepping back just a bit. “We’ll get you and the kid some food and a place to stay while I find the Mandalorians.”

“If you think after the last few weeks that I’m not coming with you, you haven’t been paying attention, Mando.” He sighed. “But I won’t say no to some food. I’m not that tired.”

Xxx

Maybe you should have said no to the food.

You watched with disgust as a hose filled the bowl in front of you and then the child with chowder, large lumps plopping down, and then the mixture began to move as if it were alive, which you wouldn’t doubt it probably was.

It was times like this you envied Din his helmet. Don’t want to eat something dubious? Blame the creed. Want to make faces at the chowder that is about to sprout legs and walk away? Blame the creed. Wanted to blatantly stare at someone? Well, you couldn’t blame the creed for that one, but it was useful to be hidden in that case. You stabbed your chowder bitterly with your spoon as your eyes darted up towards your beskar covered travel companion briefly.

He was watching you with amusement, helmet tilted just so. You lifted your head to look at him fully, glaring his way and sticking your tongue out at him, earning a chuckle through the modulator.

“You teach that to the kid and I’ll have to reconsider those flamethrowers….” He mumbled playfully.

Your face fell to a neutral state, stunned that he was the one who brought it up this time.

“Wait. What? Did we actually crash and I hit my head or something, or did you just seriously say something about flamethrowers much less about me getting flamethrowers?”

“If you were paying attention, I actually said something about you not getting flamethrowers.”

You narrowed your eyebrows at him, lips pressing forward in an angry pucker, and he laughed. “Don’t toy with me, Mando. Not about this. If you get on my bad side, you’ll be the first thing I roast when I do get my flamethrowers.”

“It’s not a threat when it’s what’s going to happen anyway,” he teased. “If you ever got them, I stand by what I said on Tatooine. You’d destroy my ship in two seconds.”

“And I said five, remember?”

“Is that supposed to make it better?”

“It’s longer, isn’t it?”

He hummed in response, shaking his head gently at you as you finally smiled.

“I would do my utmost best to try and not destroy the Crest.”

“Would you now?”

“….Right away.”

He snorted, shaking his head at you again before turning toward the Quarren who was coming over to sit at your table and discuss the Mandalorians.

The child let out a shriek, both of you turning his way to find a cephalopod creature dripping soup attached to the kid’s face.

“Don’t play with your food,” Din deadpanned, lifting his vibroblade and lightly poking the creature, making it plop back into the soup.

The child looked to him in shock before looking at you, then down into the bowl, lifting himself up a bit to get a better view.

You bit your lip to keep from laughing at the streaks of soup all over the child’s face. You reached for Din’s cape where he sat on the other side of the child, wiping the kid’s face clean as Din and the Quarren spoke. He struggled against you at first, whining lightly, but you pulled the cape away, looking down at him as you held his little face between your thumb and forefinger, and he quieted down when you raised an eyebrow at him.

Smiling softly, you finished cleaning him up before pushing his bowl of soup back in front of him in his little highchair, wiping your hands off on Din’s cape before letting it fall back behind him with a gentle swoosh.

The Quarren was just leaving, so you smiled at him as he walked past, trying to not show the crawling sense of dread you felt. Turning back to Din, you waited for him to speak.

“That’s not a napkin, you know.”

“I know. But do you have a napkin?”

“No.”

“Maybe in those magic vambraces of yours?”

He snorted another soft laugh.

“Right. Anyway.” You pushed your bowl of chowder in front of the child as he slurped up the last of his, his eyes lighting up at the sight. “I don’t trust him.”

“Neither do I, but it’s all we have to go on at the moment.” He looked at the child as he happily ate your chowder. “You need to eat.”

“I’ll grab some rations off the Crest before we go.” You stared at the kid’s empty bowl in disgust. “They have to be better than this.” You looked back up at his visor. “What about you? You need to eat, too.”

“I ate while you all slept on the way here. I’ll be fine for now.”

You narrowed your eyebrows at him in suspicion. “So while you were supposed to be sleeping, you etched my knife, ate, and didn’t sleep.” He grunted in response. “You have very poor time management skills.”

“Those flamethrowers are looking further and further away by the minute,” he mused, rising to his feet.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

Xxx

You stood by the railing of the ship, staring out at the grey waters as they rolled by.

The kid’s pram floated to your right, and Din stood behind you, hand on his blaster while he acted as a barrier between you and the crew.

You began to feel off again, the sounds of the waves becoming the only sound you could focus on, the hush of indistinct whispers swirling above the ebb and flow as they crashed against the hull of the ship.

There had to be something in the air on this planet, something making you hallucinate. That or you were going crazy. Maybe the doors had gotten sucked off their rails and this is what your hell was like.

A crew member shouting at another drew your focus back, making you blink rapidly to try and clear the fog.

“You ever see a mamacore eat? Quite a sight,” the Quarren slowly made his way closer, feigning friendliness. Something about him was just off. “Child might take an interest.” Your heckles rise when he mentions the child, and your hand slowly goes to rest on the hilt of your knife.

The kid coos softly, and you dart your eyes to him. He does look curious. Your gaze softens but your grip on the knife tightens.

“You should take a look. Come on over here.” With a jerk of his head, he gestures your little party of three over toward the center of the ship. You follow last, keeping the pram close at hand should something go sideways. “Get a good view. Let the kid see.”

Sighing, you walk around to the other side of Din, letting the cradle float closer to the edge of a hole that opens up, revealing more water.

“All right, close enough,” Din says softly, stopping the child right by the edge.

“There we go,” the Quarren grunts, pulling on a rope that makes a massive net full of fish move over the little pool of water and another presses a button that makes the fish release into it. Bubbles start to come to the surface, and your gut starts to sink. Something isn’t right.

“She must be hungry. Oftentimes we’ll feed her in the early morning, but we missed that ‘cause we were goin’ out of port!” On the last word he used his spear to hit the cradle and send the child into the vat, rings of teeth rising up out of the water and swallowing the pram right after the shields closed the child in.

“No!” Din grunted, turning and diving in after the kid as soon as the monster disappeared with him below the water.

“Din!” You screamed after him, moving to get closer to the edge, but one of the crew cut you off, backing you up until your spine pressed against the cold metal of the ship.

“Lock it up! Go, go! Now! Go!” The Quarren shouted, and the bars rolled back into place over the hole, cutting off Din’s escape route. “The beskar is ours!” He cried in triumph, laughing in a way that made your blood run cold.

Turning your gaze back down to the grate, you tried to reach out and feel for the kid and Din, hoping beyond hope they were somehow miraculously okay. You felt them faintly, but an overwhelming sense of anger crawled up your spine, hatred of the crew surrounding you growing and festering in your gut as you sneered at the man in front of you.

Suddenly Din shot up out of the water, coughing profusely as he grabbed the bars over his head trying to stay afloat.

“Drown him!” The Quarren shouted, and they all began thrusting their spears at him through the grate.

Overwhelming anger flooded your senses, and you stared at the crew member in front of you as he simply watched his friends over his shoulder, laughing. Suddenly he stopped, his spear dropping from his hand with a loud clang that was lost in the chaos of the rest trying to submerge the Mandalorian. He clawed at his throat, gasping for air, and you smiled.

You’d never felt this rage before. It was powerful, full of untapped potential. His body began to shake from lack of oxygen, and you cocked your head to the side as you watched, his wide eyes looking at you with fear. Good.

Out of nowhere, crew members started dropping, blaster fire and the sound of jet packs echoing around the ship bringing you to your senses. The man in front of you slumped forward, coughing, before he lunged at you and hissed, “You, bit-”

Without thinking you drew your blaster and shot him in the leg, making him drop to the deck, screaming as he clutched at the wound. He began to rise and make his way toward you again with a guttural yell of anger, but quickly went limp, falling to the deck again, and not moving again this time.

Looking up, you saw a Mandalorian in blue armor a few feet away with a blaster pointed at your would be attacker. You nodded once in thanks, and they returned it before shooting another two crew members, and headbutting a third.

The ship rang with the sound of beskar striking flesh, blasters firing, and bodies dropping, until it was silent quickly after. The only sound was Din coughing below the grate, and this set you in motion, rushing to the button you had seen them press earlier, smashing your hand down on it.

One of the Mandalorians kneeled at the edge, extending their arm toward Din. “Take my hand.” A woman’s voice, soft and kind. She helped haul him out of the water, and you were immediately at his side, helping him over to a crate to sit on.

“There’s a creature. It has the child,” Din ground out, coughing some more after. You brought your hand to the back of his neck where there was no beskar and rubbed soothing circles.

“On it!” One of the other Mandalorians said, another woman, before she dove into the water without hesitation.

“The child. Help the child.” His voice was hoarse as he addressed the first Mandalorian.

“Don’t worry, brother. We’ve got this.”

From where you were crouched beside Din you couldn’t see but you heard blaster fire underwater, the mamcore roaring, and shortly after the Mandalorian burst out of the water with her jet pack, the kid’s cradle in her arms. It was bent and warped, and you felt like you couldn’t breathe until she ripped off a panel and you saw the kid blinking up at you, perfectly fine.

“Here you go, little one,” she cooed before handing him to Din, who took him quickly, tucking him into his arm and staring at him for a minute before his breathing began to even out.

“Thank you,” he said through heavy breaths, his voice thick with emotion.

You got to your feet, staying right beside Din, and placed a hand on the child’s head as he let out a soft grunt.

“I’ve been searching for more of our kind,” Din began, and you withdrew your hand from the kid, stepping back just a bit to give them space, but Din was quick, and reached out to grab your wrist, keeping you at his side wordlessly, before he let go.

“Well, lucky we found you first,” the Mandalorian who helped him out of the water said.

“I’ve been quested to deliver this child. I was hoping that….” He trailed off as she reached up and removed her helmet. You watched with wide eyes as all three of them removed their helmets. Din rose to his feet, his posture almost menacing. The kid tilted his gaze up to Din with a curious little squeak almost as if asking, Are you gonna take yours off, too?

“Where did you get that armor?” Din’s tone had turned severe. He took a few slow steps toward them, and if they were intimidated, they didn’t show it.

“This armor has been in my family for three generations,” the one who helped him out of the water said. She had short red hair, and equally sharp features.

“You do not cover your face. You are not Mandalorian.”

“He’s one of them,” the one on your right said, the man who had shot the crew member cornering you.

“Dank farrik,” red head muttered, turning slightly to look at him.

“One of what?” Din hissed. You were just as curious as Din, but if even he didn’t know what they were talking about, you weren’t going to get in the middle and ask questions.

Red head considered him for a moment before she sighed. “I am Bo-Katan of Clan Kryze. I was born on Mandalore and fought in the Purge. I am the last of my line. And you are a Child of the Watch.”

“The Watch?” Din’s tone had turned less angry and more curious, but it still held an edge.

She smiled softly. “Children of the Watch are a cult of religious zealots that broke away from Mandalorian society. Their goal is to re-establish the ancient way.”

“There is only one way. The Way of the Mandalore.” Din gently pushed you in front of him, ushering you to the edge of the boat with his hand on the small of your back. Pulling you close, arm tightly around your waist, you suddenly felt the ground fall away from your feet, and looking down, you saw the boat getting smaller and smaller below you.

The spray from the sea stuck to your skin, making you slide against his beskar when you quickly threw your arms around his neck to hold on. But you knew with his grip you weren’t going anywhere.

Xxx

The three of you watched from the shore as the sun set behind the outline of the ship. It was a beautiful sight, until the three Mandalorians took off with their jet packs then a few seconds later the ship exploded.

Flashes of a warzone blinked before your eyes, disappearing as fast as they came, and you narrowed your eyebrows.

What was that?

The face of the crew member that had cornered you flashed before your eyes as you watched the ship sink, and a wave of rage washed over you again, quickly followed by dread. You knew what that was. You weren’t going down that path. You had never meant to. But it tasted so sweet. So easy. So powerful. No. You weren’t going down that path again, end of story. You could have sworn you heard yourself laughing again on the breeze like earlier, your inner voice very amused at your effort to avoid the Dark Side. You rolled your eyes at her and told her to shut up before you turned to follow Din.

It was dark after you went back by the Crest to grab some more rations and last minute supplies. The docks seemed deserted, eerily silent.

Something rattled off to the side, some glass broke, a creature screeched softly in an alley nearby. “Hey! You….” A voice shouted off in front of you, a Quarren coming into view. “You killed my brother.”

Several more Quarrens began to surround you, blasters in hand.

“Let me pass,” Din kept calm, unlike you who thought your heart was going to beat out of your chest at any moment.

The Quarren chuckled darkly. “I don’t think you understand. You killed my brother and now,” the sound of a blaster charging up made your spine straighten, “I’m gonna kill your pet.”

The child whimpered from his spot in Din’s arms, his ears dropping quickly beside his head, eyes cast down.

Suddenly the sound of jet packs filled the air, and three soft thuds followed as the Mandalorians from the ship landed behind you. “He didn’t kill your brother,” Bo-Katan said smoothly, stepping forward. “I did.”

You didn’t even have a chance to reach for your blaster before the Mandalorians had already dropped all the men surrounding your little party.

They all holstered their weapons as you looked around with wide eyes, laughing lightly at Bo-Katan’s next words. “Can we at least buy you a drink?”

Xxx

You leaned against the wall of the inn by the table that housed four Mandalorians and a wizard baby. Arms crossed over your chest, ankles crossed lazily, you leaned back as you listened. Just like earlier on the Crest, you were antsy, sitting for too long between ports.

“Trask is a black market port,” Bo-Katan was saying. “They’re staging weapons that have been bought and sold with the plunders of our planet. We’re seizing those weapons and using them to retake our home world.”

You wanted to scoff but you bit your lip and just rolled your eyes. So they were pirates. Granted, pirates with stringent morals, but pirates nonetheless.

“Once we’ve done that, we’ll seat a new Mandalore on the throne.”

“That planet is cursed,” Din countered, he sounded exhausted. “Anyone who goes there dies. Once the Empire knew they couldn’t control it, they made sure no one else could either.”

“Don’t believe everything you hear. Our enemies wanna separate us. But Mandalorians are stronger together.” She turned to you, eyeing the knife on your hip with a grin. “As I see you already know.”

You felt your cheeks flush at her words, the other two Mandalorians smiling at you as well. Their grins seemed to hold more than just kindness, there was something not being said, and you raised your eyebrow at Din hoping he would clue you in.

“That’s not part of my plan,” he continued instead, turning back to Bo-Katan, and you rolled your eyes again. “I’ve been quested with returning this child to the Jedi.”

She hesitated. “What do you know of the Jedi?”

“Nothing. I was hoping you would help me by Creed.”

All three of the new Mandalorians exchanged loaded glances, and you didn’t like it. What were they hiding? “I can lead you to one of their kind. But first, we need your help on our mission.”

Din’s voice was reserved, like he knew he’d gotten roped into something. “Mission?” He looked up at you and you let your head tilt back against the wall with a gentle thump.

Xxx

You sat in the cockpit of the Crest with the child as the Mandalorians all sat outside on the transparisteel, looking at a massive ship in the distance. Their voices were muffled through the viewport, so you didn't know what they were saying, just who was talking as they all chimed in at different times. The sun was rising, painting the sky in beautiful pinks and blues and oranges, the water below reflecting the grandeur back to the clouds.

You’d gotten a little bit of sleep on the Razor Crest the night before. Repairs were still underway, but Din had insisted on getting some sleep, and the inn was completely full.

Arms across your chest, you looked at each Mandalorian for a brief moment before landing on Din, then turning to the child. “I don’t trust them,” you muttered, the kid squawking what you took as an agreement.

Looking back up toward Din, you found him looking down through the transparisteel at you, head tilted in question. You shrugged before turning back to stare at the brightening skyline.

No, you didn't trust them, but you trusted him.

Xxx

Waiting until the coast was clear, you made your way into the supply closet near the back of the inn. It wasn’t small, but it wasn’t huge, either. It was big enough that you, Din, and the child fit comfortably inside.

“This’ll work,” you mumbled, moving some boxes around to make seating for you and the kid, taking out a ration pack to give him to keep him occupied.

“You could go stay with the Frog Lady,” Din’s voice was quiet as he looked around the space cautiously.

“No, I don’t want to impose. They just had their kid, this is fine. I stayed in one much smaller than this at the bar, remember? Plus, this is like, five times the size of the bunk,” you teased, sitting on a crate beside the child.

He sighed. “Okay. Fine. But first, I got you something to protect yourself.”

You scrunched up your face in confusion. “I already have my blaster, my knife….” Your eyes went wide, your voice a hushed whisper. “Did you get me explosives?”

He laughed loudly. “No,” he drug out the vowel, making you pout. “No, but I did get you these.” Reaching into the bag he had over his shoulder, he pulled out a bundle wrapped in material, handing it to you.

You took it delicately, unwrapping it only to stop breathing at what you found.

There, sitting on your lap glinting in the dim light of the storage closet were two metal vambraces. They looked almost identical to Din’s. You picked them up carefully, holding them as if they would disintegrate under your touch, and looked up at him. “Are these….”

“Beskar.”’

You’d thought the breath had been knocked out of you before. You were wrong. You stared at him for a long minute before turning your gaze back to the vambraces. The only thing you could process for a long moment was your heartbeat in your ears.

“After our incident on the ship,” the corner of your mouth quirked up at his emphasis, and he even chuckled lightly, “I got to thinking. Then Bo-Katan mentioned this is a black market port, and I wondered if them knowing so much about beskar had something more to it. I asked, and she pointed me towards a storehouse known for having beskar pass through. It belonged to the Quarren that tried to attack us on the dock last night, so I felt it justified to take some compensation for the distress he caused.”

You burst out laughing, eyes screwed shut as you clutched the armor to your chest, bending over with the effort. Blinking your eyes open after a moment, you wiped the tears of joy away from your eyes before you looked back at the beskar in your hands.

Quickly looking up at his visor, you whispered, “Do they-”

“Yes,” he sighed. “They have flamethrowers.”

You squealed, looking back at them in admiration. “I can finally burn stuff….”

“See,” Din began, shifting his weight to his other leg. “This is why I was hesitant to give you flamethrowers in the first place. Because you say stuff like that.”

“Oh, hush. You know what I mean.”

“No. No, I don’t think I do.”

You snorted a laugh, tilting the pieces of armor around to admire them from every angle. “They look like yours.”

“We can paint them if you want.”

“No.” You were quick to answer, looking up at him just as fast. “No, I like them like this.” You smiled. “Help me put them on so I don’t blow up the inn?”

Din mumbled something about already regretting this as he came to kneel in front of you, both of you chuckling.

He picked up a pair of gloves you hadn’t even seen that had been hidden under the vambraces in the parcel, handing them to you to put on first. They were a brown leather, soft and supple, and already broken in. The tips of the fingers were missing so you could still handle things easily, but you had extra grip where it counted for things like your blaster and knife. As you slipped them on, he began to speak again, helping you fasten them.

“These already have a whipcord, too, but it’s not going to do anything but make you trip until you know how to use it.”

“Are you speaking from experience?”

He grunted, making you smile.

“There’s a few other things in them I’ll show you later when we’re not in a confined space, but for now….” He looked up to meet your gaze. “Don’t. Touch. Anything.”

“Well that’s just rude,” you mumbled, glaring at him. Mocking him in a ridiculous deep voice, you looked down to the armor now around your arms, tossing your head for emphasis. “Here, I got you an awesome gift, put it on for safety, except don’t touch it.”

“I’m glad we’re on the same page.” He got to his feet, ignoring your dropped jaw and scoff at his remark. “I have to go. I shouldn’t be long.”

“Yeah, whatever,” you grumble, twisting your glove needlessly.

He chuckled, turning toward the door, only making it a step before you stopped him.

“Wait, Din.” You stood up, closing the few steps between you. “I’m sorry. Thank you. This really means a lot. More than you’ll ever know, I think.”

He reached out a hand, cupping your cheek softly, his thumb lightly tracing your cheekbone. “I think I know.”

You smiled up at him, nodding. The two of you stood like that for a moment until he gently pulled you into him by the hand on your face, pressing his forehead to yours.

“Be safe,” you whispered, your eyes fluttering shut, your hands reaching up and gripping tightly into his cowl.

“Same goes for you,” he whispered back, his other hand making its way around your waist and holding you tight.

He went to pull you tighter still, and a beeping sounded between you, making him push you away quickly, grabbing your arm and disengaging whatever had been bumped.

You looked at him with wide eyes, trying not to laugh. “That was all you.” He tilted his visor at you, a grin finally climbing your face. “But I see what you mean. I’ll be careful.”

He nodded once, letting go of your arm carefully, before turning to the kid and rubbing the tip of his ear as he cooed up at his caretaker. Then he turned and left the closet, the door hissing shut behind him and leaving you and the kid in silence.

Turning to the child, you clapped your hands together, admiring the shine of the beskar even in the dim light. “So. What do ya wanna do, kiddo?”

Xxx

The child had fallen asleep not long after that, and you were grateful. You sat in the silence, studying the different aspects of the vambraces - but not touching them - when you heard a whisper, making you jolt upright. Looking over your shoulder, you tried to find the source, the indistinct voice mumbling somewhere in the darkness of the closet behind you.

Slowly rising to your feet, the voices grew stronger, words coming through clearer, but still not making any sense.

You felt drawn to a particular box, dark grey, almost black, with the stamp of the Empire in the corner.

Reaching out, you ran your finger over the symbol, almost feeling like something shocked you, and pulling away quickly, cradling your hand. After studying the box for a minute, you reached back out slowly, tracing the seams until you found the button to release the latch. Pressing it firmly, you stepped back when it hissed open, a lone metal cylinder sitting in the middle of the box.

Something drew you in, told you to touch it, to hold it, to pick it up.

Reaching out tentatively, you ran your finger along it’s edge, and instantly you were drawn out of time, thrown into darkness, a place suspended above everything else.

The world streaked away in blurs of color, coming back into focus in a warzone. People ran right beside you, nearly brushing your arm with their own, but you didn’t even feel a breeze as they rushed by. Spinning around quickly, you saw dozens of people running from blaster fire, and failing.

A ship zoomed overhead, making you duck, hands over your head out of instinct. You couldn’t feel the people, but you could smell the explosions, the acrid smell of burning homes and other structures tickling your nose. You could feel the heat as waves of fire licked a dwelling near you. You could feel the explosions concuss in your chest.

A young family turning around the corner caught your eye, a mother and father carrying their child, who looked about ten. They ran past you, looking over their shoulders in fear every few seconds. As they passed by, you followed them with a turn of your head, their backs now to you, and the child’s face peeking over his father’s shoulder. His face was so buried in the older man that you only saw the top of his forehead and messy tuft of hair sticking out from under his hood. He adjusted a little and you saw his eyes, or rather you saw that they were scrunched tight in fear.

You felt drawn to follow them as they continued on, some invisible string tugging you along. Blaster fire got closer behind you, and you saw the kid begin to lift his head up off of his dad’s shoulder to look at the source, but before you caught a glimpse of his face, you turned yourself to see what he was looking at. Massive, broad, scary looking droids ambled down the street, slowly but surely making their way closer. Spinning back around toward the little family, the kid once again was tucked into his father as the older man began to slow his steps.

Glancing ahead, you saw a shelter of some sort, a cellar, and suddenly you got a sense of deja vu. You’d heard this story before.

Something in your gut told you to get in the cellar with the boy, so you slipped past and down the stairs as his parents said their goodbyes. You couldn’t hear them over the chaos on the street, but you saw the mother’s mouth moving to say I love you.

The boy made his way down the steps, head down, eyes on the ground, his hood obscuring his features from you. He turned and sat with his back to the containers behind you, looking up towards his parents one last time, and you finally got a plain view of his face for the first time.

And you knew who it was. You don’t know how you knew, but you did.

His skin was sunkissed, a beautiful shade of tan. His dark brown, almost black hair peeked out of the hood of his robe. And his eyes…. He had brown eyes.

As you stared at the face of ten year old Din, you saw the fear take hold in his eyes as he reached out toward his parents one final time. The doors to the cellar shut, casting his face in shadows, and you wanted nothing more than to comfort him. But before you could even really dwell on that thought, the doors jostled from an explosion in the street, making both of you jump.

Whipping your head to look up toward the sound, you were just in time to see the doors fly open, revealing the B2 droid Din had told you about. It extended its arm and took aim, young Din scrambling back into the hard containers at his back. Blaster fire from your right hit it’s mark, one, two, three times, knocking the droid over in a shower of sparks, and leaving a clear view of blue sky up above.

A shadow came into view, and you instantly recognized the shape of a Mandalorian. He extended his hand to Din, helping him out of the cellar, and you were quick to follow.

Spinning around slowly once you were back on the street, you were met with the sight of Mandalorians at every turn, in the air, on the street, in doorways, everywhere. The tide was turning in their favor, droids falling left and right, littering the ground in piles of smoke.

You saw a Mandalorian a short ways away look behind you and point up in the sky. You heard a jet pack powering up, and turned just in time to see the first Mandalorian flying off with a young Din. His wide eyes looked over the warrior's shoulder like he had his father's, and watched the ground retreat quickly beneath him. You could have sworn he was staring right at you, his gaze pinning you to the ground amidst the chaos around you.

The people running around you began to slow, streaking into blurs, the scenery fading around them until everything was dark again.

You were in nothingness, but it also felt like somewhere entirely familiar.

Suddenly you were in an ornate hallway, which would have been beautiful in the daylight. But right now it was dark, streaked with burn marks and smoke, pillars fallen in the way, and chunks of the floor missing.

Looking around to get your bearings, you saw a different version of the kid’s floating pram a few feet to your right, and your stomach sank.

You knew where this was.

You’d been here before.

It didn’t look anything like this anymore, it was decrepit and falling apart, barely any sense of the opulence that once was contained in these hallways remained.

Ahead of you were three Jedi fighting off troopers with lightsabers, defending the kid where he hovered helplessly in his pram.

They fell one by one, each making the child’s face melt a little further south.

You felt his desperation, his fear.

You grabbed your blaster and began to shoot towards the enemy, but your shots just went right through them.

Turning, you holstered your blaster and shielded the child with your body, a shadow passing over him as he looked up, staring you straight in the eyes.

The shadow continued to grow, swirling out and melting the scene once again into complete and utter darkness.

You blinked and you were beside a man holding a small child, as they stared up at a burning building far away on the horizon.

It hit you like a racing speeder when you realized this was your memory.

Looking up at the burning temple, the plumes of smoke billowing into the sky. The overwhelming sense of dread that filled you every time with this memory, dread that wasn’t your own, even though you were only two at the time.

You looked at your father’s face as he held you, staring up at the temple sadly, your mother beside him looking up at the side of his face as she clung to his arm, then up at the flames.

Looking into his arms, you looked at yourself, so small and helpless. But to your astonishment, the babe in his arms looked back at you with such a resolute stare, you had to blink a few times and shake your head to make sure you weren’t imaging it.

The baby looked back at the temple, and you followed her gaze, the world fading back to black shortly thereafter.

What did it mean?

All three of you in a warzone of your own, all connected long before you ever knew the others existed. And now you were a clan of three, connected by much more than just blood.

A gravely, quirky voice invaded your mind, echoing in the vast nothingness you found yourself in. You didn’t recognize it, but it brought you a sense of peace. “Trust in the Force, you must. Your path, you have found. Easy, it will not be, but walk it still, you must.”

Shortly after, another voice, a man who sounded young and kind, and put you at ease. “Always stay in the light. The light will guide you home.”

An older man, wise and calming spoke next, his voice lilting with a promise. “This is just the start.”

The next voice you heard you knew intimately. It had followed you around and led you on adventures, made you laugh, made you cry, and whispered things meant only for you. It started out modulated, like you had known for years, but at the end you realized there was no processor, no filter, there was only Din. “This is the way.”

The world swirled back in streaks of color just like it had vanished, and you found yourself holding the cylinder in both of your hands, your thumb poised over the button on its side.

Applying just a little pressure, you pressed the button down, and watched with wide eyes as the room filled with a gentle hum, and a soft purple glow.

Xxx

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Vampire! Engen x Female! Reader: Holding On To You Part 1

Word Count ~ 4566 Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence Notes: So, this is my first gendered work, but it's like that for plot reasons that happen in the second part (and maybe third part). I'll switch back to a GN reader for the other oneshots this month. Anyway, I Got lost in the sauce once more with this one, but trust me, it should all come together by the next chapter. Happy Spooktober everyone!

Monsters, demons, anomalies, or what the beings themselves preferred: Supernaturals. They're diverse creatures of unknown origins who hide in forests, caves, water, or sometimes amongst humans. Some are friendly, some solitary, and others malicious, but to the Hunters, they're all aberrations that must die.

Hunters convinced the masses that Supernaturals were a threat to the human race. They spread exaggerated news of atrocious acts committed by Supernaturals while erasing the good deeds of others. It took several years, but the constant stream of anti-Supernatural propaganda caused mass hysteria. Parents worried their children would be kidnapped by a dryad or drowned by an undine, and farmers thought their livestock would be sucked dry by vampires. All of this led to Hunters rising in power across the country. They'd influence politics to favor their organization and gain financial backing from local governments.

Frankly, you disliked the Hunters. A year ago, when you woke up in a field with no memories, they harassed you constantly, trying to reveal you as a Supernatural. Nothing came of it, but it was such a jarring experience that you decided you wanted nothing to do with the lot of them. The notebook in your possession confirmed this. It explicitly said to avoid Hunters and those who associated with them. You had no qualms with this.

Unfortunately, fate had other plans because the most persistent Hunter in your village decided to follow you into the woods. Ruthren was always a thorn in your side. The second you were introduced to the town, he claimed you were a witch who eats children. As it turns out, baby-eating allegations are difficult to shake off.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't the witch. Going out to find more ingredients for poison?" Much to his displeasure, you ignored him, so he pressed on. "Or maybe you're meeting up with your monster friends."

You sighed loudly. "Ruthren, I'd rather have my leg gnawed off by a hellhound than listen to you blaber on. So, if you'll excuse me, I have plants to pick."

As you turned to walk deeper into the forest, the sound of a flintlock cocking made you freeze. Slowly, you turned around. The crazy bastard had pulled his gun out.

Blood drained from your face. Ruthren had killed for less consequential slights before. There was no doubt in your mind that he'd pull the trigger and create some bogus story to justify your death. Sure, there'd be a bit of a fuss, but Hunters were practically untouchable by the law.

"Let's talk about this," you forced out. Adrenaline pumped through your veins as you backed away gradually. For every step backward, Ruthren took two forwards. He was serious. As subtly as possible, you slipped a hand into your bag. A knife was definitely in there somewhere.

"Oh, you're remorseful now?" Ruthren asked with mock sympathy. "Well, it won't do anything. I've hated you since the moment you stepped foot in town. There's no way you're human, but since you've managed to bewitch everyone, I'll blow you open and prove you wrong."

When a tree met your back, your hand slipped under the notebook and found the knife. Ruthren was fifteen feet away and closing. There'd be only one opportunity to sink the small blade into his throat. Blocking out the sound of crunching leaves, you started to count down.

Three. A stick snapped, but it wasn't Ruthren who'd stepped on it.

Two. There was a red blur in your peripheral vision.

One. Ruthren was five feet away and ready to shoot.

Zero. The crazed smile on the Hunter's face slipped away as a gloved hand pierced through his chest while a knife embedded itself in his neck.

Bloody mist spattered your clothing as you watched life disappear from the scumbag's eyes. More importantly, who had just impaled him? No regular human could do something like that so effortlessly.

Once the corpse fell to the ground, the stranger was revealed. He was a handsome young man with brown hair, piercing blue-grey eyes, and a scarred face. A red and black cape covered his imposing figure, but what was really eye-catching was his long canine teeth. The man was a vampire.

You gazed at the blood-covered vampire. Despite his appearance, he didn't seem particularly dangerous--at least not to you. Ruthren would beg to disagree, but he was dead and couldn't say anything. Snapping out of your thoughts, you realized you hadn't thanked the man for his help.

"Ruthren would have blown my head off if you hadn't shown up. So, uh, thanks. Could I get your name?"

The mysterious man stayed silent. His eyebrows were furrowed, and the glowing blue of his stare was so intense it made your skin prick. Maybe he just wanted you to leave so he could drink the Hunter's blood.

"Well, you don't have to share if you don't want to," you amended. "I'm going back to town now, so thanks again."

"Wait." You froze. "There's blood on your clothes. If you return like that and this guy," he kicked Ruthren's corpse for emphasis, "never returns, they'll kill you on the spot. It's quite easy to accuse people of being Supernaturals after all."

A groan escaped your lips. "You're right, but it's not like I have anywhere to go. With my luck, I'll stumble into another town and get accused of being a Supernatural again. Either way, it's a losing situation."

The vampire stared at you for a few more seconds before saying, "Come with me." He turned and began to walk deeper into the forest without waiting for your response. With few other options left, than to follow the man, you grabbed your bloodied knife and ran to catch up.

Walking through the forest was a struggle. Thick roots hindered your progress at every step. Meanwhile, the vampire who'd saved you strolled through so casually that it was as if he was on a completely separate path. Before you could ask him to slow down, the brown-haired man's stride lessened, allowing you to keep him in sight. Not once did he look back, though.

After hours of walking, your mysterious savior came to a stop. As you closed the distance between you two, a dreary castle appeared. It was the largest building you'd ever seen (which wasn't saying much considering your memory loss, but it was undoubtedly massive). The large gate creaked open as if it were expecting your arrival.

You tentatively stepped through the entrance. Inside, the building contrasted greatly with the bleak outside. There was a colorful array of individuals, from a witch in purple to a man with a pumpkin on his head. Other Supernaturals were hanging around and playing games. The moment they noticed the vampire entered, they swarmed around the two of you. A flurry of greetings and questions were directed toward the man.

"Welcome back!"

"How was hunting?"

"Who's that lady?"

Instead of responding, the man raised his hand, and the crowd immediately silenced. "Where's Rachel?" he asked.

A young dryad in a green dress popped out from behind a plant and shouted, "Here," while waving excitedly. The young girl slipped through the crowd and stopped in front of you.

"Show her to a room," the vampire ordered. "She'll be our guest starting today." Without sparing you a glance once again, the enigmatic man walked through the crowd, which separated for him.

You didn't have much time to think before Rachel grabbed your hands and started shaking them around. "It's nice to meet you, uhhhh. What's your name?"

"I wish I knew," you smiled bitterly. "I can't remember anything at all."

Rachel frowned for a second before her sunny disposition came back. "Then how about this? Until you remember your name, we'll call you (Y/N)!"

You repeated the name a few times. Maybe it was Rachel's overflowing positivity, but you felt happy. The new name filled a part of your heart that yearned for normality.

"I like it. Thank you, Rachel." The dryad beamed. You could have sworn the seemingly permanent blush on her face intensified. Her happiness was undoubtedly infectious.

"C'mon, after I show you your room, I'll give you a tour of this place. It's huge, so I don't want you getting lost," she giggled. Without warning, Rachel grabbed your arm and started to drag you around. You tried to slow down, but she was much stronger than she looked. One yank and your arm would come clean off.

Rachel's first stop was the garden behind the castle. Hundreds of different plants grew wildly across the expanse of land. It was gorgeous. A laugh slipped from the blonde dryad as she saw the shocked look on your face.

"Beautiful, isn't it? I take care of all the plants here. Whenever I feel lonely, I come here." A sad look filled her eyes for a fleeting moment before she shook it off. "Anyway, let's continue with the tour."

She showed you the grand dining hall where meals would be served. You wondered how meals for so many Supernaturals were prepared, but apparently, spirits took care of the cooking and other household chores.

"But just in case you feel a little hungry, here's the kitchen," Rachel presented with a flourish. Inside, there was the witch you saw before. She was cooking what seemed to be an ungodly amount of food. When questioned about the witch, Rachel laughed and said that was an everyday occurrence.

Finally, you were shown your room on the second floor. It was spacious enough to be a house in the village you used to live in. How could all of this be for one person?

"Are you sure this is mine?" you asked incredulously. "This is way too big for one person."

"Of course, it's yours, silly! You're our guest," Rachel giggled. "If you need anything, I'll be in the room next to you. On the off chance I'm gone, Engen is in the only bedroom on the third floor."

"Engen?"

"That's the lord of this castle. He's the one who brought you here." You blinked. Every thought in your head vanished. Noticing the blank look on your face, Rachel continued to speak. "Engen doesn't talk much, so don't feel bad. He may be private with his affairs, but he saved everyone here from Hunters. I can't think of anyone we'd trust more with our lives than him."

A soft smile spread across your face at Rachel's words. Engen was a good leader. It was still a mystery as to why he saved you, though. What possessed him to save a human? You pondered the question as you said goodnight to Rachel and slipped into bed. Whatever the reason, you were glad Engen saved you.

Weeks flew by, and you found yourself adapting well to life in the castle. No one was bothered about a human living with them. In fact, many were quite friendly. You quickly befriended the gluttonous witch, Ihwa, and the man with a pumpkin on his head, Vector. Alongside Rachel, those were the people whose company you stayed in the most. Engen, on the other hand, seemed dead set on avoiding you. Every time you tried to approach him, he'd disappear into his shadows.

"It's just so frustrating," you complained to Vector one night. "Do I have the plague or something? I can't even get a word in because he ignores me."

Vector stayed silent for several seconds before responding. "That's strange because Engen asked me to make sure you were comfortable here. Why he would save you just to avoid you is beyond me."

A sigh escaped your lips as you laid your head on the cold table. It would make sense to stop trying to engage the vampire, but something inside you kept drawing you to him. Damn him and his contradictory actions.

The door to the castle bursting open snapped you out of your thoughts. Through it came the other vampire, Baekji. She was breathing heavily and covered in scratches. You and Vector dashed to catch her before she fell down.

"What happened?" Vector asked as he rummaged through his medical bag.

"The forest is swarming with those Hunter bastards. I was trying to feed on an animal, but they saw me and tried to kill me. Barely made it out alive," Baekiji groaned.

"They won't find the castle, right?"

"No," Vector answered while bandaging Baekji, " Ihwa placed an enchantment circle around it. No one with ill will towards Supernaturals can see this building. You're actually the first human to be able to see it."

"I'm so hungry," the orange-eyed vampire suddenly whined. "It's been too long since I fed." She glanced at Vector, who quickly covered his neck.

"Not a chance, you blood-sucker. How many times do I have to tell you you can't even get sustenance from another Supernatural's blood?"

"But it tastes good," she grumbled. "Maybe I should turn you into pumpkin pie."

You watched the two bicker before speaking up. "I wouldn't mind if you drank some of my blood, Baekji. I don't want you to starve."

Her eyes lit up. "Really, (Y/n)?" You nodded in confirmation. With your permission, Baekji closed the distance between you two, but before she bit into your neck, she noticed something and backed away.

Curious as to what made her stop, you turned around. Shadows were twisting menacingly across the floor, but Baekji's eyes were focused elsewhere. Standing at the top of the stairs was Engen. His eyes were glowing blue as he glared down.

When Supernaturals feel intense emotion, their eyes glow. That was something you'd observed firsthand in the past few weeks. A mischievous jinn named Bagna once made the mistake of touching Ihwa's food. As you shielded him from the witch's wrath, the blazing red of her eyes almost scared you into letting Ihwa kill the foolish jinn. The rage in her gaze was nothing compared to Engen's, though. His anger was cold enough to chill the entire lounge. Time seemed to slow as you held eye contact with the man.

Without warning, Engen turned and started towards his room. The shadows reverted to their original positions, and the temperature no longer felt abnormally cold. Simultaneous breaths of relief came from you, Vector, and Baekji.

"I thought I was going to die," Vector cried. "You should have known better than to have touched (Y/N), Baekji."

"So this is my fault?" she cried incredulously. "I just..."

You tuned out their altercation. Everything about the situation was too overwhelming. Maybe a trip to the garden would help. Quickly mumbling goodbye to the two Supernaturals, you made a beeline towards the back door.

Immediately, the smell of flowers filled your nostrils. Its calming effects washed over you as you found a small table to sit at. Times like these were perfect for reading. Digging into your bag, you found the dilapidated notebook that'd been with you since you woke up with no memories. Most pages were illegible or blank, but the last thing written inside was "We love you." Seeing those words never failed to brighten your mood.

"Mind if I join you?"

You turned around to see Rachel approaching the table. She had a small white flower in hand. Even though there was a smile on her face, the melancholic in her eyes was evident.

"I don't mind at all," you said, gesturing toward the other chair. The dryad murmured a quick thanks before plopping into the chair. Rachel sat in silence until she decided to speak.

"Is it true that Hunters are searching the forest for Supernaturals? Some others were talking about what happened to Baekji, and I can't help but worry."

"From what Baekji told me, yeah, it's true."

Rachel suddenly slammed her fists on the table. The unexpectedness of the noise scared you out of your skin. Neither that nor the crack in the table was significant, though. Comforting Rachel was the top priority. As you hugged the blonde girl, she released her frustrations.

"Those damn Hunters already took my family from me once. Why are they trying again? Why can't they leave us alone?" Rachel sobbed.

All you could do was listen and rub comforting circles on her back. Years of pain wouldn't be solved with empty words of consolation.

When Rachel calmed down slightly, she thanked you and left for her room. The defeated slump of her shoulders was heartbreaking. It did strengthen your resolve, though. The Supernaturals in this castle treated you like family, and you'd be damned if you sat back and let a single one die.

As you walked inside, Ihwa pulled you aside and handed you a packet of red liquid. Wasting no time, she said, "Give this to Engen. It's synthetic blood that should barely sustain him. I'm out of ingredients now, but it'll buy them some time. Anyway, I've got to go force-feed this to Baekji. She's too picky."

With that, you were left gobsmacked. You were the worst option out of everyone who could deliver the fake blood. Based on Engen's past actions, the vampire would take one look at you and choose to starve. Nevertheless, you found yourself knocking on the door to his bedroom. It creaked open. Taking that as a sign to enter, you tentatively stepped inside. A glance around and the room was empty. Of course.

Before you could turn to leave, a pair of arms wrapped around your waist. The sudden contact made you jump. You tried to slip out, but whoever held you tightened their grip.

"Don't leave me again," they whispered lowly into your ear. That voice was one you'd rarely heard but couldn't forget. Engen was hugging you, but why? After avoiding every attempt to speak to him, this was uncharacteristic. And what did he mean by again?

You wiggled futility, but Engen's grip was far too powerful. It wasn't uncomfortable, though. In fact, had the situation not been so dire, the hug would have been pleasant. The thought made your cheeks heat up. Chiding yourself for having useless thoughts, you tried to negotiate with the vampire.

"I promise I won't leave, but please let go."

"No."

"But I have to give you something important, and I can't give it to you if you keep holding me."

There was some grumbling, but Engen finally released you. Looking at his face, you realized the reason for his strange actions: Engen was delirious. A haze filled his eyes, and he seemed flushed. He needed to eat immediately. Quickly, you thrust the packet towards the scarred vampire.

"Drink this. It should make you feel better."

Without hesitation, Engen downed the whole packet. His face screwed up at the taste (maybe Baekji wasn't being dramatic), but he no longer looked as flushed. Unfortunately, the clouds in his blue-grey eyes were still there.

"Are you still hungry?"

Silence.

"Well, I don't mind if you drink my blood."

Now, that elicited a response, but not a verbal one. In a second, Engen's face hovered near the junction between your head and your neck. His warm breath caused goosebumps to form on your skin. Slowly, he bared his fangs in preparation for the bite. Your eyes clenched shut, and your heart felt like it was trying to escape its confines. A quiet whimper left your mouth as you waited for him to sink his fangs into your neck.

But nothing happened. A quick look at Engen made it clear he had regained his clarity, but he was still breathing heavily. Before you could question the man, you were shoved outside the room.

You stood there for a minute, processing what the hell had just happened. Everything from Engen's sporadic behavior to your own decisions didn't make sense. So many questions filled your brain, but those weren't important now. Blood for Baekji and Engen was the first priority.

The plan was to sneak out in the morning and hunt a deer. An animal of that size could sustain both of the ailing vampires. Of course, that was easier said than done. Hunters were swarming the forest, so animals were hiding. You also had to find a way to transport the deer (if you found one) back to the castle. Sitting in the kitchen, you tried to find a reasonable method, but nothing came to mind. A groan left your lips as you swallowed another mouthful of polkweed and hellebore extract.

"Is everything alright?" It was Bagna.

"I wish." You ended up spilling everything to the young jinn. Surprisingly, he sat and listened in quiet contemplation. At the end of your rant, Bagna stayed silent for a few more minutes before coming to an epiphany.

"There's a pegasus that roams around here. It loves honey cakes more than anything. If you go out with a few, it may help you out. Also, there's a wagon and harness in that creepy shed no one touches."

"Thank you for everything, Bagna!"

The jinn was caught off guard by your sudden hug. It was a nice contrast to being yelled at for a prank.

"It's nothing. Just helping out 'cause you saved me from Ihwa a while back," he said bashfully.

"Well, I appreciate it anyway," you grinned as you left for your room.

In the morning, you woke up early to avoid arousing suspicion. Armed with a bow and arrows, your bag, and a surplus of honey cakes, you slipped outside. The shed wasn't hard to find, but dragging the wagon out was. Wiping the grime off your hands, you started the next phase of the plan: finding the pegasus.

Turns out that didn't take much because the moment you unwrapped the cake, the winged horse descended instantly. It glanced at the harness, then the cake, and snorted loudly. You took the snort as acceptance and began to strap the horse in.

"Could you, uh, do something about the wings? I'd rather not get shot by a Hunter."

The pegasus snorted indignantly, but an offering of cake changed its tune. Within seconds, its wing folded down and blended into its hair. With that settled, it was time to hunt.

Hours passed uneventfully. You were able to catch a few small animals but nothing substantial. Even the Hunters you encountered were relaxed. Other than a few questions, they didn't seem to suspect someone who didn't flee upon seeing them.

Frustrated with the lack of success, you leaned on a tree. Where were all the deers? Maybe it was time to return. The pegasus seemed slightly irritable, and you were almost out of cake.

Suddenly, a brown figure limped by. It was an injured deer. You apologized mentally before raising your bow and letting the arrow fly. The arrow lodged itself firmly into the animal. Within seconds, life left its eyes. Setting your weapon and bag in the wagon, you rushed to the carcass. You gestured toward the pegasus to come closer because carrying the deer was nigh impossible with your strength. It took an embarrassingly long time to shove the animal onto the wagon.

"Perfect, now let's hurry home," you said to the steed while feeding it the last of the cake.

"That's a fine horse you got there." A Hunter slid out from behind a tree. His tone was playful, but his eyes were alert. This man was dangerous. "The name's Cyrus," he continued as he held out his hand for a greeting.

"Thank you," you smiled while shaking his hand. Hopefully, Cyrus would only ask some questions and leave like the other Hunters.

"What brings you out here? It's pretty dangerous since Supernaturals are on the prowl."

"Ah well, some people in my family are sick, so I'm trying to sell some game to buy medicine."

"If that's the case, I'll buy whatever's in your cart."

You balked as he pulled out a sack full of coins. Cyrus called your bluff.

"What's the matter? Why are you hesitating? Or," The playful smile on his face turned malicious, "We are looking for a woman with (Y/H/C) hair and (Y/E/C) eyes. Apparently, she was last seen in this very forest! What a coincidence, wouldn't you say?"

"Yeah, what a coincidence," you forced out. "I'll accept your offer, by the way. It was just so generous that I was shocked."

Slowly, you assessed the Hunter. Not once did his hand leave his gun. If he decided to shoot right now, you'd be dead. This was just like the Ruthren situation, but this time you were unarmed.

When you pretended to reach for the coins, Cyrus drew his gun and fired. Nothing happened, though. The gun had misfired. Using his hesitation, you slammed your elbow into the Hunter's nose and kicked him in the shin. Despite this, he still managed to grab your wrist.

"Run away," you screamed at the pegasus. Wasting no time, the creature sped off toward the castle. Getting blood to Baekji and Engen was your priority.

"You bitch," he growled. "I should have killed you right away."

A sharp pinch to Cyrus' arm made him release his grip. You didn't wait around to make a snarky comment. Tree branches whipped at your face as you ran away while bushes clawed at your legs. Everything hurt, but the sound of heavy footsteps in pursuit motivated you to keep going.

Meanwhile, people were starting to notice your absence at the castle.

"Have you seen (Y/N)?" Rachel frantically asked everyone. "I haven't seen her all day."

Most people had no idea. Bagna, on the other hand, looked guilty. This didn't go unnoticed by the dryad, who quickly turned on him.

"Where is she, Bagna? If this is another of your tricks, so help me, I will use you as fertilizer for my garden."

The glow of her eyes made the jinn shrink. Rachel was terrifying when she wanted to be. Things didn't end there, though. Shadows began to writhe, and the temperature dropped. Engen had arrived. Each step he took sent a jolt of fear down Bagna's spine.

"What's this about (Y/N) going missing?" the vampire growled. Even with unwell health, he was petrifying.

"She went out to hunt animals this morning," Bagna confessed. "I helped with planning but didn't think it would take this long."

Both Engen and Rachel glared menacingly at him. Had it not been for the noisy neighing of the pegasus outside, the jinn might have perished (again).

Everyone rushed outside expecting to see you, but the wagon was empty, save for the dead animals and your bag. If your things were here, where were you?

"I'm going to look for her," Engen stated.

"In that state, you'll die in an instant. Especially since the sun will weaken you as well. Drink some of the deer's blood first," Ihwa said flatly. She'd never seen the vampire act like such an idiot.

Engen didn't respond, grabbing the deer carcass and sinking his fangs into it. He quickly drank his fill and tossed the body at the silver-haired witch.

"Give the rest to Baekji."

With that, he slipped into the shadows of the forest. There were many Hunters, but none could match a revitalized Engen. He slaughtered everyone who stood in his way. For the first time in decades, Engen was afraid. He couldn't lose you again. Or so he thought.

When he finally found you, there was a bullet passing through your chest.

Thanks for reading! See you on Friday!

- Mis

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gretavanfleetposts · 2 years

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Opportunities

Author's Note: I know, I know, I said I was leaving. But how could I leave without a single Sammy fic on my masterlist? So I had to take care of that first, re. taking care of Sam while he's drunk and trying to flirt. This is unedited by the way so sorry for any mistakes!

Content Warnings: mentions of drinking, throwing up, swearing, mentions of sexual situations

Word Count: 2k

Sam and his drunken escapades. Never anything less than entertaining. And you thought back on those most recent as the likely hungover boy shuffled in his sleep and slowly opened his eyes to find himself lying next to you in your bed, sunlight streaming easily through the windows.

Immediately you stood as you saw him wake, crossing over to his side of the bed to sit on the edge and hand him his bottle of water from the night before and some ibuprofen to combat his earlier decisions.

"What did I do last night?" he asked groggily as he sat up slightly, only wincing lightly at the movement.

"Oh, you don't remember, pretty boy?" you chuckled, recalling his antics with equal parts humor and curiosity. And the sound of your laughter incited a faux smile on his face.

"Don't be cute,” he said, letting the smile fall as he took the pills from your hand and threw them back. “Just tell me what I did to deserve this monstrous headache."

"Well, this might not be it but you were throwing yourself at me. Rather unceremoniously, I might say," you teased, letting your mind wander again to the events of the night before, events which unfolded after you convinced him to leave the bar and his brothers behind in favor of some much-needed sobering up at your place, before a stomach pump became necessary.

"Stop trying to take your clothes off, Sam," you scolded the lanky boy fumbling with shirt buttons through his drunken haze.

"I'm seducing you. Works better without my clothes on," he said as he stumbled out of his pants next, leaving him donning nothing but a pair of boxer briefs that hugged his hips tightly.

"You're wasted, you're not seducing anyone."

Your back turned to Sam standing behind you, you felt arms circling your waist as you fumbled around in your desk drawer for ibuprofen, setting the pills and the water bottle in your other hand down to unwrap the bassist’s arms from your form.

"Wrong, I literally just said I'm seducing you," he continued, fighting with your hands to stay close to you. But in his drunken state, he was no match for your much more stable strength as you held his wrists in your firm grip and turned to face him with a disapproving look on your face.

"Why are you misbehaving tonight, Sam?" you asked in earnest, trying not to let a smile slip through the cracks that might encourage his flirtations when you were still trying to get him to keep his hands to himself so you could get to work nursing away the inevitable hangover he’d be feeling in the morning before it was too late to save him from feeling worse than you already suspected he would. But there was a playful look on his face that made it hard to reprimand him with a straight face, a playful look that grew into a wide smirk as he slurred out his next words with heavy but excited eyes.

"Because if I don't have you right now, I think I might die."

It was dramatic but brought an undeniable smile to your face before you rolled your eyes and let his hands drop back down to his sides.

"You're so dramatic."

You turned back to the desk, picking the pills and water back up and walking around Sam’s form still standing too close to you to try and convince him to get in bed. Not that he was really taking the hint as you set the supplies down on your nightstand and switched on the small lamp sitting on the table, opting for a less harsh light than the bright overhead one. Maybe you could lull him into a sleep by simply turning off some lights.

"Call me your pretty boy,” he persisted, following you about the room like a lost puppy practically entangling himself in your path as you moved. “I fucking love it when you call me that."

The sound that fell from your lips was partially a sigh, partially a chuckle as you took him by the shoulders and maneuvered him backward toward your bed, pushing him down once the backs of his thighs hit the mattress so he was sitting. And then you left your hands on his shoulders as you bent down to look him in the eyes.

"Stop trying to seduce me, pretty boy."

But it was futile because the moment you stood and moved to the nightstand to crack open the bottle of water and pour two pills into your hand, he was back at your side, standing as close to you as he could without being entirely pressed against you.

"No, your pretty boy," he clarified with his lips pressed against the shell of your ear as he did so, leaning in as he stood towering beside you.

"Sorry, my pretty boy," you tried again, turning to him with the pills sitting in the palm of your hand, outstretched for him to take.

"Fuck," he groaned, the sentiment met with another eyeroll on your part as he took the pills from your hand but never let his eyes leave yours, even as he threw his head back to swallow them down with a swig of water, his trademark smirk sitting nicely on his lips the whole time.

"Okay, okay, get in bed, babygirl."

Another groan as you pulled back the covers on your bed. And then his hands were on you again as you twisted in his grip to coax him back into bed.

"You're killing me, you do this on purpose."

"Yeah it's fun to watch you blush. Now get in bed, please?"

His smile grew as he still resisted your gentle pushing on his chest.

"Only if you get in with me," he tried.

"Fine," you relented. You preferred your bed over the couch anyway and it might be easiest to supervise him this way.

"Naked.”

"No."

"Damn."

You couldn’t deny that his advances were a tiny bit charming although he was fully ridiculous in how he went about it. And the alcohol on his breath giving him a not-so-subtle confidence boost was somewhat humorous as you watched him fight off fatigue to clumsily come on to you. Damn him and his unfailing magnetism.

"You just can't stop, can you?" you sighed, no longer trying as hard to hide the smile teasing at your mouth while you crossed over to the other side of the bed to climb in as he situated himself on his side of the bed.

"I don't like to waste opportunities," he mused as he tucked his feet under the blankets and rolled onto his side to face you.

"Oh wow, how romantic. I'm an opportunity," you answered dryly, rolling onto your side to match his position.

His smile was a little less smug and a little more sincere as he laid there and took in the sight of you next to him, wrapped up under the same covers he was. And he looked just as beautiful, his hair splayed across your pillow in a mess of brown tendrils, his eyes heavy with alcohol and sleep but still deep and chocolatey as ever, his appearance disheveled but somehow perfect at the same time.

"I didn't say that," he corrected you as you lifted your eyes from their trance tracing his features up to his eyes.

"You're drunk, you don't know what you're saying."

"I'm making perfect sense in my head."

He scooted closer to you then, his hands once again reaching out to find your waist and pull you into him. And his face immediately found the crook of your neck as he nuzzled into you, determined to get comfortable as his lips grazed your skin and you felt an inadvertent blush creep into your face, the slightest of goosebumps raising on your skin, his lips turning up into a smile against your neck.

"Sam, come on, behave," you whispered against the darkness, pulling his chin up with your fingers to situate his face a little farther from your bare skin.

But you watched as his face fell and his demeanor changed.

"You don't want me?" he asked, eyes suddenly wide as he looked up at you.

"Not like this, pretty boy, not with you intoxicated and me sober," you answered quietly, stroking his hair and pushing pieces out of his eyes.

"But when I'm not intoxicated?" he pushed.

You sighed lightly, giving him a soft smile as you shook your head at his persistence. Your hand now resting on his cheek, your thumb swiped over his cheekbone quickly, maybe giving you away as you relented a bit. "We can…revisit the subject."

A smile, wide and earnest, splashed across his face. Satisfaction, it seemed, finally lulled him to sleep.

"Oh yeah…something we're supposed to revisit this morning but I can't remember what it is," Sam began to recall as he sat up further, leaning up against the pillows and headboard behind him as he brushed his hair out of his face and looked off into the empty space next to your head to try and recall the events from the night before.

"Ah well that's too bad, I was looking forward to the conversation," you chuckled in a somewhat teasing manner although it seemed to come off as not-so-teasing as Sam met your eyes.

"No, no, I don't think it was a conversation."

"What do you know? You were drunk."

"Jog my memory," he grinned.

Your lips turned up into a half smile as you leaned in closer, bringing your face within a few inches of Sam’s to continue your teasing, just before you shook your head with a wider smile.

"I don't think so."

But he didn’t let you retreat. Instead, he wrapped his hand around the back of your neck and pulled your face into his, clashing his lips against yours in a searing kiss that stole the breath from your lungs as you inadvertently leaned a little further into him.

"Yeah something like that, fuck," he breathed as he pulled away, his eyes still screwed tightly shut and the tip of his nose grazing yours, his lips threatening to pull you back in and pull you under with him. But just as his lips were about to meet yours again, he spoke again instead.

"Why do I feel like you called me babygirl last night?"

You let out a laugh at his sudden memory, thinking back on the nickname you had thrown his way only several hours prior.

"Because I did," you smiled, pulling back further to take in his amusement.

"I think I liked it," he smiled back, and the admission made you giggle and bite your lip as his gaze turned a shade darker, still amused but now feeling a tinge of something else.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah but…I…"

And then his face changed again and suddenly a shade of green washed over his features, concern instantly bubbling up inside of you although if you had to guess, you were pretty sure you knew what he was suddenly feeling. But you asked anyway.

"What? What's wrong?”

"I need to throw up first," he nodded, almost to himself, quickly throwing the covers off of himself and stumbling out of bed as you followed after him.

And the bathroom floor was where he collapsed, hunched over the toilet as his decisions from the previous night suddenly revisited him, all while you gathered his long hair into a ponytail, wrapping it up with the scrunchie around your wrist to keep the locks safe from the scene unfolding below.

We’ll revisit it, you thought to yourself.

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jinx-on-mars-19xx · 8 months

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The Hunter's Trap

Not Natural ✨ The Devil's Trap ✨ Holy Water ✨ The Demon's Altar ✨ Midnight Meeting

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: SPN inspired, ABO dynamics (knots, slick, heats), demon Kells, hunter Dom, mentions of death, magic, porn watching, masterbation, getting caught, needy boys, Dom dressed up, improper use of a tie, grinding, talks of a hunt, talks of death/murder, mentions of torture, fingering, cunnilingus, bruising, choking, biting, blood play/tasting, d/s dynamics, intense orgasms, slightly dark boys ⚰️ rating: explicit obvi

Kells had been riding shotgun and needing Dom to ride him for a week when they finally shared a hunt. They had stayed in the first small town for a few days only to realize the monster he'd been hunting was a human fuck killing children so bloody and as usual in that case he anonymously tipped off the cops and searched out his next lead. His new beastie BFF hadn't liked or trusted the police so before they left he snuck away while the Hunter was bathing and sent the bastard straight where he belonged. He even made sure to tag him for one of his old friends that he knew had a knack for torture and a hatred for anyone hurting kids. One thing he'd learned in his time below was that not all demons were monsters. Some people sold their souls for damn good reasons but still suffered the consequences. Bela was a newer addition to hell but he didn't discriminate over age.

After that they'd stumbled onto a new case of course, he couldn't distract the human for long. They moved on, driving back roads and highways to a new picturesque Norman Rockwell wannabe facade with a dark secret. But didn't they all have them? Didn't everyone? The town was quaint but the case was not, people were turning up dead in the weirdest ways. Kells could scent the magic the moment they were in town and where it normally wouldn't worry him, too much power around his boy had him anxious. They settled in a new motel, something less awful than usual because the demon wanted to treat his bitch.

He didn't think he could call what they were doing dating- he didn't do that, but he wasn't leaving the boy and they spent all their time together. He still hadn't been able to bring himself to truly bed the kid but they were definitely hot and heavy. The omega needed him and his long buried alpha was getting stronger every day. He just didn't want to give up his power to the Hunter and he knew he might if he fucked him down and dirty. Or worse… made love. He was just protecting himself and pissing off the human along the way.

He had popped out to meet up with Bela and see how her new toy was faring for a little while. Dom had said he needed to do research and he wasn't the biggest fan of books so for just a few hours they split up. He'd gotten back to an empty room and tossed some lunch on the small nook table before laying himself out on the bed. The motel offered an array of movies but a little display next to the television promised Casa Erotica on pay-per-view. He was centuries old and didn't normally find too much pleasure in porn or touching himself anymore but after so many nights of pent up need he was a bit desperate for relief. Of course they messed around and he got off at least once a night but it was five in the afternoon. He hadn't orgasmed since midnight.

"Fuck it." He grumbled under his breath as he switched on the TV and searched out what was sure to be shitty porn. He waved his hand and summoned a small bottle of lube as he pressed 'buy' on the screen and he dropped everything to thumb his pants open. The music was tacky and the actors weren't as hot as he'd like but sex was sex and before his new companion he loved a porn starlet. It was almost annoying how quickly his tastes were changing. He could feel his blood pump harder, if he truly focused he could even feel the way it altered its flow to rush down to his cock. Of course his knot didn't react, it wouldn't without his lover near, but he started to play anyway.

The first touch made him shiver, his skin was hot and aching, it seemed like he was always hard for the boy now. He couldn't ignore it, he wasn't pulsing for the humans on screen it was all for the bitch and his tight wet pussy. When the video zoomed on a girl's core his mind conjured images of Dom instead, the way he leaked like a faucet for him, drenching his thick thighs and soaking the bed. When it filmed her tits he thought of his boy's, he was mostly muscle but they still bounced for him when they'd grind in bed. When the punk would sit on his lap and they'd press together, not-so dry humping. No matter what the movie showed he thought of Dom… Dom… "Dom-"

"Don't look like you need me 'elp actually." A voice interrupted him and he cried out in shock, his hand stuttering in its play. His gaze shot to the door where his companion was standing, arms crossed, smirk on his face.

"Fuck me. You look pretty." Kells huffed back as he took in his lover in his Sunday best. Dom's hair was brushed back and he was decked out in a simple black suit with a white button up and pink tie. "Mmm, my favorite color."

"Not even gonna explain ya'self?" The boy hummed, stripping off his jacket. He laid it on the back of a chair and rolled his sleeves up before he loosened his tie to half mast. He kept his heavy jade gaze on his demon every step of the way. There was something oddly erotic about catching him in the act but at the same time a small voice in the back of his mind wondered if he wasn't enough. The beast wouldn't really fuck him and now he needed a dirty movie to get off?

Kells couldn't help but catch his boy's thoughts and he turned the TV off automatically. He didn't want to give away that he was constantly in the kid's head so instead he said- "I got bored and you haven't gotten me off since last night. If you'd let me drive you could have given me road head like a good bitch." He tried to give his patent cocky grin but his lover looked too fucking good standing there. If anything he looked like he matched his name but Kells didn't turn bitch for anyone. Ever.

"Oh ya poor fing. 'Ow tragic. No one drives LuLu but me. Jus' like no one should be touching tha' cock but me." Dom purred, his voice was even but he was shocked as hell at himself. They flirted and teased all the time but he'd never said something so claiming in his life. He probably shouldn't be starting with a bloody demon. "I leave to interview some people and actually work on a 'unt and you can't even wait till I get 'ome?"

A shiver went through the demon, his brow arching as he teased a fingertip around the crown of his dick. The way the boy so casually owned him made his blood run hotter. A pearl of precum pooled at his tip and beaded down his shaft and he knew Dom was watching every moment. "Sue me. I'm a needy whore. Shouldn't leave me alone. Trying to play bad cop Domie?"

The Hunter laughed and ran his fingers through his slicked back hair to mess it up a little as he stalked closer to the bed. He'd planned on pulling an all-nighter to research what could be killing people but perhaps he could waste thirty minutes with the beast. "I'm always bad cop." He shrugged, toeing off his boots to crawl on to the bed. He slung a leg over the monster's thighs, trying not to settle too heavily but Kells felt him hesitate and he rolled his eyes. Strong fingers gripped Dom's thighs and pushed him down harder. After a moment he obeyed, letting his full weight rest on the other man's lap. He knew what he would say, he could take it.

"Something seems off here." Kells joked, his dick was exposed between them but Dom was buttoned up tight. He wondered if he pressed his fingers between the boy's legs if he'd find him wet. He might need to work for it though. "Find anything out?" He asked, not that he really cared but he was there to hunt with the guy. He knew Dom wasn't solely focused on their biggest enemy so he couldn't be anymore. A monster was a monster, was a monster… or whatever.

Dom's brows furrowed as the beast reached for his buttons. He sighed as the first one popped open. Another. Kells explored his skin as he opened the punk's shirt but he arched a brow as if he expected an answer. "Um… Cops didn't know shite. Couldn't find hex bags but- uh fuck-" He stuttered when the demon pulled his shirt from his pants and pushed it slowly down his shoulders.

"You look like a slutty school boy." The monster purred, dropping his hands to work open the kid's slacks.

"You should see me in a skirt." Dom mumbled and the demon fumbled over his work. "Don't fink it's a witch. But 'ey dying weird. Seem to jus' explode or summat." The Hunter continued as if they were an old married couple discussing their days before sex. What the fuck was happening?

"Mmm, trying to turn me on here?" Kells teased but it was a joke. He might fuck Dom in a puddle of blood someday but he didn't like his kills viscerally messy. He loved red almost as much as he loved pink but not like that. When he realized he couldn't pull the kid's pants off in their position and he wasn't allowed to tear them he huffed. He was trying to do it without magic but he couldn't let him move. He didn't want him to.

Dom jumped when his lover snapped his fingers and everything but his tie was gone. He shouldn't have been surprised but it still shocked him sometimes. Unless Kells was showing off he looked so… human. His bare skin pressed to the demon's and he automatically felt himself messy. It was normal around his lover but still strange. New. "You ever um- 'ear summat like tha'?" He tried to keep calm. He knew Kells didn't plan to fuck him and he didn't want to give away how much he craved his beast. At times he thought about scooting back against him at night and trying to wiggle that monster cock inside himself while faking sleep but that might look too much like cuddling. He was not the little spoon. Ever.

Keliphos shrugged, of course he'd heard of deaths like that but it took a lot of magic and he didn't want Dom trying to go up against it, so instead he tried for distraction. He was good at that. He eased the tie loose before tugging one side down, tickling it over his chest, belly, the tops of his thighs, and finally his dick. He watched as Dom's sweat and precum stained it darker. The pink silk looked gorgeous against Dom's almost matching blushed cock as he wrapped it carefully around his shaft. His mouth watered, he wanted to kiss the tip and tease his tongue beneath the kid's slowly stretching foreskin but they hadn't done that yet. Fuck. He wanted to taste everything from his bitch but he worried he might get addicted. Kells didn't like needing things. Dom's eyes went wide, his lips parting when the other end tightened too much around his throat. He knew of choking as a sex act of course but he wasn't prepared for it. He wasn't used to it. He hadn't even technically had sex and the only choking he'd experienced was monsters trying to kill him. Could he really trust the demon that much?

Kells groped rough at his thighs, tugging him up until his drenched quivering folds were pressed against the devil's shaft and they both moaned at the feel. "Should make you blow me." He growled low, his dick jerking hard. He was so close to what he really wanted but he shouldn't. He couldn't. Not yet. Not until he knew how to keep himself from truly feeling. He had thought that part was carved out of him centuries ago but he knew with Dom it wasn't true. His damn heart was still there and in desperate need of protection. The pretty boy would never look at him like that.

"Don't deserve it." Dom rasped, swallowing hard a few times just to make sure he still could. What was the fucking point of the tie?

"Oh I don't? I was going to take that off but maybe you don't deserve to cum." The beast's voice dropped, the darkness inside him coming out just a little as it started to leak into his gaze. He couldn't decide where to look but he wanted to look everywhere. He groaned when his bitch found a rocking pace, his pretty hips swaying back and forth. Fingers tangled in his hair and he fought to keep control of the situation. He would not give in because the human had a sweet pussy and a pretty face. Never. "Scared aren't you?" He asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper. He let a palm wander up the human's freckled skin, over his ribs inked with protection spells, over his chest tattooed with anti-possession, and finally it tickled over the tie, his fingers pressing gently. They both knew how easily he could kill him. That for the moment he held Dom's life in his hands. He could see it in the way the Hunter's eyes twinkled. The way his cunt trickled a fresh rush of slick.

"Y-yes." Dom whimpered, the rotation of his hips pushing further up as if he could catch the devil's cock and bury it inside himself. He was too tight for that- they both knew it, but his body had to try. He hadn't meant to be so honest but his eyes locked on stormy blues and he couldn't swallow the fear. The arousal. It was plain in the steady shake of his body and the quivering of his core. Every stroke drove him wild, he'd grind far enough he could feel the beast against his ass before slipping through his folds. The ridge of the demon's cockhead caught against both his holes and made him tremble. "Every'fin about you scares me."

Maybe Keliphos took that wrong or maybe he took it exactly right. It felt a bit like a splash of cold water but at the same time his cock twitched hard. He forced his eyes back to human and Dom frowned, his plush parted lips turning down. "I didn't mean… don't 'ide? Please?" He whined low, pulling his pet demon closer. That pillow perfect mouth pressed to his. Again. Again. They covered the beast's and suckled softly as his body rolled. The tension was starting to feel desperate. Fingers tugged at blonde locks and Kells groped right back- one hand squeezing Dom's ass and the other dangerously close to choking him out. The kiss felt wet and messy, the boy couldn't help it. Everything about him was dripping with desire.

Kells couldn't control his power as his rapture climbed, the next time his eyes opened he knew the storm was back. When the kid smiled and moaned aloud he knew that's what he wanted but Dom didn't know what he was playing with. "Fuck me?" The human mouthed, his breath too cut off but he shook his head and let just a little of his magic out to play.

Dominic groaned when electricity kissed his skin all over and the scent of the air after heavy rain tried to overpower the intoxicating smell of their sex. The monster's sweat and precum was like a strange aphrodisiac and if he trusted his skill better he would taste him. "Look at you. Little Hunter begging to ride a demon's dick. You were all set to kill me, now look at you. I could snap your neck. I could use you however I want." His voice was gravel and heavy on Dom's skin. It filled him with a feeling he couldn't understand. He pushed through fight or flight, he couldn't move anyway and he didn't want to. Maybe it was shame. Maybe he liked it. Fuck.

The human moved faster, his hips jerking. The glide between them was easy with all the slick but their movements were brutal. Rough. He couldn't cum though and he damn well knew it. "Use me 'en." His voice was nothing more than a whispered rasp but the monster still growled. The beg was louder in his head than his own harsh unneeded breath. "Use me?" 'Yours.' The last he didn't even speak out loud but it was blaring in his mind along with the constant pleading for release and it broke something inside the beast.

Kells cursed, his hands squeezing so tight that the boy couldn't breathe. Dom felt his skin break where his lover's painted nails dug in. He knew he'd be bruised all over, bleeding even. There was something so erotic knowing he was marked. He'd felt claimed by the wrong bastard so long and as crimson trickled down his skin that almost felt erased. Finally. 'Taste?' Kells didn't know if Dom was realizing he was constantly listening or the kid was just too fucked out to realize what he was asking for but it didn't matter. The demon pulled him closer anyway and moved his hand, his tongue searching out every drop of red.

Keliphos groaned as pleasure burned through him, his body jerking as he spilled hot. His knot was threatening to pop just a little more than before but Dom never stopped grinding. White heat soaked their skin but his orgasm was secondary to the taste of omega blood on his tongue. He kept his grip tight, his thumb pressed against the fluttering human pulse. He just needed more. More. Everything.

Dom whimpered when his lover pulled back, his vision was going black around the edges but he thought for just a moment his beast looked scared. He couldn't ask though. He couldn't think. He couldn't focus on anything more than the cum flooding between them and the urgency his body was screaming with. To breathe. To find pleasure.

The boy's lashes fluttered and with a blood red Cheshire grin Kells thought about letting him pass out. He took the kid right to the brink, let him kiss the darkness before he moved.

The grip around Dom's throat disappeared and he gasped for air, his eyes blinking fast to fight his vision going out. His spine hit the mattress and the tie around his neck vanished- but so did his monster and he couldn't help but be scared. Hands gripped tight at his thighs and spread them, shoulders pressed between his legs. He still couldn't focus but he searched with his hands and found Kells- he was still there.

Keliphos bit his lip not to groan at the heavy scent of their combined cum and slick. The kid was drenched in him and his dick was still spilling. His hips bucked down so he could grind against the bed but his main focus was the shiny wet pussy begging for his touch.

Three fingers shoved deep, stretching and searching inside Dom's core and his thighs shook. It wouldn't take him but a moment to spill. "Kells-" He choked, his throat bruised inside and out but he didn't care. He'd scream for the man if it would get him off. The moment his spot was found the monster abused it, he was getting used to pleasure but it wasn't a soft building wave anymore. It seemed like a brutal brick wall he was heading for faster than he could breathe. Something else touched his skin- hot and wet and when he looked he knew it was all over. Kells was tasting him?

The demon moaned. He wasn't even trying to cover his noises anymore but he didn't have to. Dom was so drenched that his fingers made a sloppy squelch inside him. His lips sucked over the boy's folds, his tongue teasing between them to lick up every drop. He never slowed his touch, he wouldn't torture his lover like that but he knew what he was doing was dumb. So. Fucking. Dumb. With one kiss, with one taste he was hooked. He ignored the growl in his head screaming 'mine'. He didn't claim humans. He couldn't.

Dom heard a snap and the brutal pressure of silk around his dick disappeared. He wasn't even sure what sound escaped him but the pain was overwhelming and he knew he screamed. His spine arched, his fingers tugging at his lover's hair as pleasure slammed into him and sucked him under.

Kells felt the kid black out but he didn't stop. Slick threatened to drown him as the punk gushed for him but he worked to catch every drop. He couldn't stop until the storm of rapture slowed, his Hunter was a fountain of need. Of youth. Of lust. He drank deep and slowed his touch, pulling his fingers free to let his lips replace them. He didn't stop until he felt Dom starting to stir again.

Dom felt limp. He'd never been so fucked out and they still hadn't even made love. Not that they ever would. Fuck. "Kells?" He tried to ask but his voice was shot along with the rest of him. He'd have to sleep it off before he could hunt again. The demon pulled back and smiled up at him, crawling closer to drop next to his shaking body. He almost wanted to ask if he was any good but his companion laughed.

The beast fought himself not to hold the human but the back of his mind knew better. Neither of them were soft anymore, it was carved out of them. He licked his lips and savored the taste of the boy on his face and he wondered if Dom was truly human. "Just rest kid. I'll watch over you." He hummed, risking a slap as he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips.

Dom tried to kiss back but he couldn't make any part of him work. Maybe just this once he could trust the monster to keep him safe. His eyes closed again, but for just a moment he swore there was a bright light coming from his lover and a heat rushed through him until his bruises felt better. His throat less raw. It was nothing he was sure, just a warmth from the kiss. But he thought he also heard Kells gasp in shock before sleep sucked him under.

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So that was a long one. I hope you enjoyed your treat! There was a little plot mixed in with the porn but not too much 😂 Who/what are they hunting? Is Dom fully human? What the fuck is happening to Kells? I hope you liked it 🖤⚰️

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