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London Will Burn - Chapter Four.

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Words - 3,745

Warnings - 18+ content throughout. Minors DNI.

There were dirty girls, and then there were dirty girls. Those who revealed themselves to be anything but vanilla, those who thrived on filth, who in this instance enjoyed riding a tongue while the bearer of it worked a well-lubed glass dildo in and out of her arsehole and sucking hard upon her clit.

He’d already made her come twice, but there was no way Sean was allowing her to dismount yet, her cunt streaming against his mouth, soaking him as he ate her with fervour.

“I think you have another for me, don’t you, you dirty girl,” he groaned, gently nipping at her folds, rutting the bobbled glass phallus a little deeper. She couldn’t even form words, just gritted gurgles as her heart pounded like a war drum. “Yes, you do. Come on, little vixen. Come hard all over my tongue.”

The heat of each lick drove an absolute nirvana through her, Rin trembling as she choked on the cries that flooded her throat, his free hand spanking her repeatedly as he made another release surge through her. He gentled thereafter, though granted her no clemency in stopping.

He at least waited until her trembles had subsided slightly before licking her with the same gusto as before, loving the feel of her dew bathing his tongue as once again it became incessant. He had her lit up like a grid, her nerves gleaming as the warm wells of pleasure pooled and tipped, the heat roaring once again and leaving her a panting, shaking wreck.

“I want you so fucking badly right now,” she purred, climbing back, taking the dildo from him and pulling it out to cast onto the floor.

“And how do you want me, exactly?” he asked, propping himself up on his elbows, raising an eyebrow at her.

“I want you to hold me down and fuck my arse bareback, then come in me and watch it drip out all over my pussy.”

She chuckled immediately at the look on his face, his mouth dropping open slightly as he screwed his eyes tightly shut, mouthing ‘you absolute devil’ as her giggles escalated. “Are you trying to give me a fucking heart attack, Catherine, telling me something like that? Twenty-five years old is much too young to suffer a myocardial infarction.”

“But will you do it?”

His pupils were so blown, barely any blue remained as he moved, grasping her throat and pulling her close. “Of course, I bloody will.” Five minutes later, and with the assistance of a lot of lube from the bottle which had come from the box of sexual goodies beneath her bed, and he was steadily filling and emptying her, his hand clutched tight at the back of her neck, holding her down as she’d requested.

A forest fire roared through him as he watched his cock slide back and forth, the sight of her fingers stroking over her folds, dipping into her cunt and reaching to stroke slippery swirls over his balls as he rutted her arsehole deeply perhaps the greatest sexual sight he could remember viewing in a long time. The filthy hedonism of it made him feel mindless, his groans steeped in grit and gravel, the tight clutch upon her rounded bum leaving red crescents behind, as well as a spanked handprint.

As for Rin, she was swimming in the heaven of it, finally finding a man as dirty as her to indulge with. She’d found that the reveal of her toy box had daunted some men of her sexual past, but when Sean saw it, all he’d done was smile and call her a filthy deviant. He’d also added that he was especially partial to filthy deviants, too, him being one himself.

“No, no, little vixen,” he told her balefully, gripping her neck tighter when she tried to move. “You will stay right where you are, and fucking take everything I have to give. Understand?”

Oh, the glimmers that shot through her, to hear the aroused rumble of his cadence, his authority over her, the feel of his cock sinking back into her fully. “Mmm, yes I do. I want you to give it harder, though. I need it. Please.”

Who was he to argue with that? The noise she made as he began to pound into her hard had all the hairs on his arms standing on end, knowing he was doomed to last for any good length of time, the constriction around him too hot and tight. He at least managed to hold back right to the point her orgasm raged through her, spilling into her deep, withdrawing to do just as she’s suggested and watch his load begin to trickle out.

Their sweaty, bliss-buzzed bodies came to rest for a while in the tangle of messy bed linen, Rin eventually crawling out and staggering to her ensuite, turning on the shower and stepping in once the water had warmed. It was mere moments before two arms wrapped around her, a set of sumptuous lips kissing the side of her neck.

She turned, reaching to stroke his cheeks, her smile curling her pretty lips. “You’re not going home tonight, are you?”

He shook his head, his mouth meeting hers. That was exactly the answer she was hoping for.

Once showered and dried, they returned to the bedroom, Rin pulling open her bedside table drawer and fetching herself a cigarette, wandering out onto the stone balcony and lighting up. The spring night was cool without being cold, Sean joining her, stealing the cigarette to take a couple of puffs.

“Didn’t know you smoked.”

Handing it back, he looked out across the rolling lawns. “Only on certain occasions. Trust me, after that, I bloody need it.”

She hummed softly. “Same here. A cigarette after a good fuck or a good fight and that’s it. It’s a filthy habit in truth, then again so is getting anally railed by a hot redhead.”

“Probably a little less addictive, though.”

Nudging him, she took another long drag. “Don’t sell yourself short, Wallace. Trust me, whenever you want me, if I’m available then all you have to do is say the word. I don’t let sex as good as that out of my clutches easily.”

His stomach pinched a little, looking away into the ink of the night, silence abounding. “That second part of your statement I said we’d return to earlier, prior to my teasing you over questionable boyfriend choices. Does your mother know about Maximus?”

Another question she truly hadn’t been expecting. Maximus “Max” Diaz had been the onetime ringleader of a Spaniard gang outfit there in London, one who had dealings with her father on an export basis. Translation? They ran his guns to their network back home, which then headed for Africa and into the hands of the various terrorist fractions who depended on them.

Those dealings turned sour over accusations of deceit and swindling, as was often the way in gang culture. In this instance, the smaller fish had attempted to take on the shark, and duly discovered – with much savagery - just how sharp the shark’s teeth were.

Max’s retaliation against Kevin for this? Kidnapping his daughter. Kevin’s retaliation once he and an armed team of associates – including Finn and Sean – had located her? Handing a gun to Rin and allowing her to put a bullet in his head, before said armed team then eradicated the Spanish in their entirety.

Sean remembered how she’d done it so coolly, anyone could have been mistaken for thinking her a lot more hardened than she was at such a tender age. Fifteen. It truly was no age for a child to have blood upon their hands, but it was the way of their world. They both knew and lived it. He’d only been a year younger himself when his father had demanded he take a life, his elder brother seeing Sean didn’t have it in him and stepping up to do the job instead.

Rin’s eyes narrowed a fraction as she remembered it, her thoughts transporting her back into the memory of that night. “Of course, she does. It’s who we are, but equally who I think she sometimes tries to kid herself that we aren’t. She likes being Lady Mulford and all that comes with it, but she is what she chose, and she chose to be a gangster’s wife.” Pausing, she took a long drag on the cigarette, holding the smoke before it plumed from her nostrils. “We didn’t get to choose though, did we?”

“We did not,” he spoke, his tone flat as he took the cigarette from her and drew upon it fiercely.

She jerked her head back in the direction of the bedroom. “You know you can just go and help yourself to one, don’t you?”

He shrugged, handing it back. “Then there’d be no fun in taking yours, would there?” She nudged him, Sean laughing quietly as he exhaled the smoke through his nose. “You came through it all alright, didn’t you? While we were there in the warehouse, I did want to check, but your father got you out of there before I could. Plus, it didn’t feel right since I didn’t really know you. I still don’t, I suppose.”

“There’s nothing stopping you getting to know me now.”

Yes, there was. Right there on the balcony was the first time Sean experienced it, an inner voice telling him to go back inside, locate the recording on his phone from that afternoon and delete it. She didn’t deserve it, to be used to cruelly. However, he didn’t deserve her tight fisted, greedy cunt of a father to welch on a deal so important to him, just because he thought he could get away with it.

It was his first solo deal for the Wallace Corporation, both above and below board dealings tied into one agreement. The fact that Kevin Cavanagh knew that and had decided to screw him purely because he thought he could wasn’t lost on him. He would not lose face or standing by running to his father for assistance either, just as Kevin expected.

What he’d intended all along, and what he had to follow through on, was to remind the reluctant shit of a man exactly who he was dealing with, and what would befall him if he didn’t comply. There was truly no room for lamentation, and no going back.

His jaw tightened a fraction, nostrils flaring as the annoyance rose up in his stomach like a wave of fire. How fucking dare Kevin make his demands for more. The cut he would be receiving long term from his investment in the new apartment blocks being built would more than make the initial outlay worth it, as well as the kickback he would be receiving in order to allow the vast cargos of heroin port in his docks.

Kevin always did enjoy the upper hand, though.

Sean could not allow him to have it in this instance, however. In any instance for that matter. Weakness was not an option, especially this late in the game, the funds needing to be secured by midnight that Sunday, lest the bid be handed over to the next corporation vying for the project. He couldn’t afford to lose.

“You’ve gone very quiet.”

Her words roused him, his face softening, turning to kiss her shoulder and smack her on the bum. “I think I’m still partially delirious. Partial isn’t good enough. I requite full delirium or nothing at all.” Rin found herself promptly tossed over his shoulder, managing to flick her cigarette over the balcony before she was taken back inside and promptly thrown upon her bed.

“I think it’s about time I used something quite interesting I noticed in your little Pandora’s box of iniquity.” Reaching from the side of the bed where he kneeled straddling her thighs, he picked up the leather cuffs attached by a short length of chain, reaching forward to buckle the first upon her wrist.

He then looped it behind the bedpost, attaching the other, hands running in slow glide down her arms as he leaned to kiss her. His hands slid to clutch at her waist, pinning her, eyes glinting a wicked glitter as his mouth broadened with satisfaction. “At my mercy completely, little vixen. I shall enjoy this.”

The press of his lips against her sternum and the wet, dragged circle of his tongue to follow evoked an instant flurry of goose pimples to rise over her skin, Rin softly exhaling as her body arched like a bow.

“Not taking anything else from the box?” she inquired, Sean shaking his head, skimming a lick over the pebbled peak of her nipple.

“I don’t need to for what I have in mind, darling. Trust me, I’m enough.” She didn’t doubt that for a moment, but as his mouth moved over her body, she knew proving it without a shadow of a doubt was where his intention lay.

He did not disappoint.

He mapped the art of his pleasure over her body, mouth and hands devoted to lavishing every dip and curve, each rise and fall, until she quivered beneath him. It was like liquid sunshine, poured warm over her bones, his mouth not missing a single inch of flesh with the dedication of kisses, soft bites and licks.

Well, there was one place he very deliberately missed.

She felt herself aching with the need to be touched, her sex dewy and longing for the attention his mouth gave to her everywhere but between her apex, kisses rained over her legs, her feet, her toes sucked, her hips caressed with licks as he watched her writhe.

“How does it feel, to be so riddled by anticipation you can barely stop quivering?”

She moaned, feeling him blow upon her nipple before sucking it once more. “Halfway between heaven and hell.”

He chuckled, moving to her neck. “Exactly as I planned.”

He didn’t want to give her what she craved too quickly, but the truth was he wanted it just as much. Pleasuring a woman with his mouth was an act he truly thrived upon. Nothing much got his cock harder than feeling his tongue becoming wetter with a woman’s silken arousal. Working his mouth and hands all over her again, until her trembles intensified and her moans escalated, he finally settled between her legs.

Skimming a few teasing licks over her slit, kissing her bare pubic mound a few times, he let her truly simmer on it before finally, granting what she had been waiting for. The flat drag of his tongue between her folds had soft cries pouring from her mouth like wine, each lick then focusing directly upon her clit. He bathed it in soft heat, flicking up and down slowly, lightly, the heat of his breath teasing whenever he paused, watching her through lust blown eyes.

His tongue continued to rove through her hot, viscid flesh, circling, harder pressure replaced with soft, thumbing her clit hood to make her little bundle stand out against the rapid circles he placed upon it. The sound of her cries and the noise of chain scraping against the wood of her bedpost sent hot daggers directly to his cock, loving the feel of her swelling against each lick.

He then surprised her by moving to unfasten her cuffs, answering the questioning look she gave after kissing her with hunger. “I want to feel your hands on me while I eat you alive.”

Good enough reason as any, she thought.

His mouth returned, lips wrapping her clit in the pillowy warmth of a suck, groaning against the sweet, petal soft of her, his hands touring her thighs as he felt hers graze over his scalp and down his arms. Her hips bucked against the suck he was yet to release, increasing the pressure, having her crying out when he added his tongue to flick firmly at the same time.

He had cascades of pure ebullience skittering through her as she tensed, Rin panting hard as she felt her clit tingle and throb, coming hard with a feral cry against his mouth, dying for the spear of his thick cock to further sate her. As if guessing her thoughts, he emerged to trail kisses up her body, her legs remaining draped over his shoulders as he reached her mouth and sank his cock into her wet warmth.

“Erm, pardon me, sir,” she began, grasping his hips and pushing him back, laughing when he growled in annoyance and rooted himself deeper. “You appear to be forgetting a little bit of latex.”

“I know,” he sighed, looking pained. “Do I really have to wear one? Fucking can’t stand the damned things.”

“Well, I suppose you don’t have to,” she mused, loving the feeling of his bare cock inside her. “The seventy-two-hour pill exists for a reason, so I can just go and get that. As long as you don’t have anything that’ll give me fanny rot.”

He snorted with laughter. “Fanny rot? Is that the technical term?”

“Don’t take the piss,” she warned, pointing a finger, one that he bit with a little growl. For someone so stoic in demeanour, it made her tummy flip pleasantly when she experienced the rarity of a playful Sean. “You know exactly what I mean.”

“I do, and no. I’m clean as a whistle.”

“Mmm,” she purred, exchanging kisses of sugary sin. “Good. You can utterly flood me with cum, then.”

He raised an eyebrow, gently biting her cupid’s bow. “That’s a given, darling.”

Every time he called her darling, even though she knew it to be his standard greeting for women, she experienced a little flutter in her chest. There he was, the perfect man of her dreams, and he couldn’t get enough of her. Maybe their dalliance mightn't be as casual as she’d first expected, and she certainly did not want to give that up.

Feeling goddess worshipped by a man like him was addictive; the way he fucked her, how he looked at her while he fucked her, the longing, the heat, how he moaned so deeply just before he came. Sean Wallace would be a tough act to follow if he didn’t become her lover, that was for certain.

Oh, if only the poor girl knew...

Little shocks skittered through her as he set about filling and emptying her wet heat slowly, stirring a moan that rocked through his entire chest when she reached to pinch his nipples. That action resulted in the infliction of his cock thrust sharply within her, arrowing deep. He then resumed the slow drag, all in, almost all out, her insides fizzing with bliss as each stroke made the ecstasy radiate.

He teased her a little by pulling all the way out, pausing, sliding back in again, then out once more, stimulating her slit with the tip of his erection before entering her and repeating it all again.

“Yes, you like that, don’t you?”

“Mmm.” That was the only sound she was capable of making, pulling him to her mouth, kissing him wantonly. It was all sugared embers and slow, rolling pleasure as they panted against one another’s mouths, Sean sitting back up again, moving his thumb to stroke over her clit.

He paused, pulling her legs up to rest over his shoulders, a fluttered rumble of the word fuck leaving his throat as he slipped deeper into her, grinning while his tongue licked a circle at her ankle. “You’re literally pouring wet, little vixen. God, it feels incredible.” He groaned, taking her foot and kissing it, sucking her toes, overcome by how she felt stretched around him.

Fixing a lustful gaze into the hypnotic blue of his stare, she ran her hand down to where they were fused, letting her fingers slip either side of his cock, her arousal throbbing strongly at feeling him thrusting so savagely. He had her mewling softly, leaning to suck her nipples in turn, his hips beginning to piston a little faster as the need to chase the lightning cracking beneath his skin became uncontained.

Her moans escalated as his mouth founds hers, kissing one another with furious need. “Fuck, you’re so bloody hot.” He winked in reply as she pushed her fingers into his mouth, watching him suck her wetness from them, biting gently, his groans vibrating against her hands as she ran them over his neck and chest. “Fuck me harder. Please, please give me that fucking perfect cock so hard, I scream.”

He relented to her command, cock speeding up its pace, Rin crying out, the thick heat of him absolutely incredible as he fucked her into the bed. It was almost inconceivable, how good he felt. She was utterly assailed by him, his chest heaving as that lightning beneath his skin began to gain heat and streak, thumb still rubbing on her clit as he stroked an explosion of sparks, pleasure sizzling through her.

The slick grip encasing him began to flutter madly, the sweet, heady rush capsizing them both, Rin lost in the huge wave that was the undoing driven into he as her nails gripped his shoulders, tearing down over his back. He collapsed to her, grunting at the pain of it, the pleasure throbbing through him, his spasming cock flooding her as he shuddered through his release. He rested his head to her chest, lungs heaving with effort, Rin moving her hands to stroke his face.

“Have I knackered you out?”

He turned his head, kissing her palm. “Not fucking yet, you haven’t.”

It was gone 3am before they fell asleep that night, Rin resting her hand to his chest as she drifted off. A moment passed, feeling his fingers curl around hers, moving it onto the pillow beside her head before he turned away from her.

“Hmmm, really just sex, then.” she thought, sighing softly and turning onto her front. If that was all it would be, she was fine with it. The confliction she felt as she turned to get comfortable was prompted by fact that at several points since his arrival, it hadn’t felt like that. Far from it. Or was she just looking into it too much? “Fucks sake. Just enjoy his dick and don’t stress.”

If she was ever going to take her own advice, that moment would have been a good time to start.

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goldenempyrean · 1 year ago

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i have a supergirl request for sick alex at the deo with prompt “Goodness, you look like your about to pass out.” ��Don't come too close. You don’t wanna catch this.” And “It's chaos here. I can't just stop working because I have the sniffles.” if thats okay? x female reader please

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〚 Summary - During a flu outbreak at the DEO, Alex falls ill and tries to push through her responsibilities despite her worsening condition. 〛

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Winter had always been Alex’s favourite season. The crisp, cool air and the occasional pile of unmeted snow that covered the curbs somehow always made her feel calm. She loved it all. However, there were inconveniences to the wintertime, namely slippery roads, frigid hands, and most prominently, sickness.

The flu had been sweeping its way through the DEO - it was bound too this time of year. With so many agents working in such close contact it was almost impossible to avoid. Not matter their rank or importance, it eventually made its way round the squad’s and not even the Director herself was spared.

Alex stood woozily in the control area, her hand clutching a crumpled-up tissue as she leant over the main desk, her other clumsily rubbing at her temple. She looked awful. Your soft hand came to slide round her waist from behind and the exhausted woman sank into your touch.

She coughed into her tissue, “Don’t come too close, you don’t want to catch this.” Alex warned through her croaking voice, yet she made no effort to move away.

“I’ll take that risk. You weren’t sick this morning, what happened?” You mumbled worriedly, burying your head into her neck, prompting her to rest her head against yours.

“The flu is characterised by a rapid on-set of symptoms. It’s been spreading like wildfire around here, you know that.” Alex whispered before her voice broke off into a hitch.

You felt her body tense up, and you quickly reached for a nearby tissue box, pulling out a fresh one and handing it to her just in time. Alex sneezed loudly, and you could tell she was trying her best to suppress it, but her body couldn't hold it back any longer.

“Bless you!” Kara called out as she came flying into the building (she’d just finished assisting the fire department with an accident downtown)

“And again, my my, bless you love.” You repeated her sister’s words, gently rubbing Alex's back as she sneezed for the second time. Her body felt warm against your touch, and you knew she was hopelessly fighting a fever.

"Thanks," Alex rasped weakly, her voice flooded with congestion as she pulled out of your hold to grab some tissues to blow her rapidly reddening nose. 

"It's chaos here. I can't just stop working because I have the sniffles," Alex replied with a weak smile, trying to maintain her composure despite feeling so unwell. She knew her responsibilities at the DEO were crucial, after all, without her there to manage and dispatch agents who would keep things running smoothly?

She was stubborn, that was sure. It took another hour of misery before Alex reluctantly gave in and gave shuffling into the room where you were training some new recruits.

“Alright guys, that’s enough for today.” You dismissed the group, letting them leave the room before opening your arms and letting the feverish woman fold into them, “Your breathing sounds awful y’know.” You sighed, at the small raspy breathes coming from the woman in your hold.

“I’ve been told.” She muttered, keeping herself close to you, sniffling against your shoulder.

You shook your head lightly, “We should get you laying down. Come on.”

She continued to sniffle and sneeze as you gently guided her towards the infirmary. Her steps were slow and unsteady as the two of you made your way. Though you practically had to carry her up the stairs the two of you finally got her there, being met at the door by Kara and Lena.

“I called her,” Kara explained as Alex curled herself onto one of the medical beds.

Lena approached with a concerned expression, placing a hand on Alex's forehead before scanning a thermometer along her brow. "39 degrees, you're burning up, Alex. You should’ve rested when you first felt this coming on.” She said softly, glancing at you with gratitude for bringing Alex to the infirmary.

Kara hovered nearby, her super hearing detecting Alex's irregular breathing and rapid heartbeat. "I'll grab some water and a cool cloth," she suggested, zipping away and returning quickly with the items.

You stayed by Alex's side, gently wiping her forehead with the cool cloth as Kara handed her a glass of water. "Try to drink a little,love. It might help with the fever," you encouraged, giving her a reassuring smile as she held your hand, rubbing her thumb over your own.

Alex took a few sips, but it was evident that she was struggling to keep herself composed. "I... I hate being so out of commission," she admitted weakly, her eyes showing a mix of frustration and vulnerability.

Lena spoke softly, her caring tone trying to comfort her friend, “You need rest to recover properly. I’ve seen how hard you work yourself here, nobody’s going to forget that if you take a few days to look after yourself for a change.”

Kara nodded in agreement, sitting by Alex's side. "We'll take care of the DEO for now. You just focus on getting better," she said, giving you an affirming nod.

With concern etched on your face, you gently squeezed Alex's hand. "They're right, Alex. The DEO will be okay, and we'll handle things while you rest. You need to prioritize your health now."

Alex's tired eyes softened as she looked at you, appreciating the support from her friends and you. "Okay," she finally relented, realizing that she couldn't keep pushing herself like this. "But promise me you'll keep me updated on everything?"

"We promise," Lena replied, speaking for both her and Kara. "You can count on us."

Kara placed a reassuring hand on Alex's shoulder. "And I'll keep checking in on you, Lena’s gonna write you a prescription for some Tamiflu, I’ll pick it up and drop it off for you tonight.

With that said, you helped the shivering Director from the bed, letting her lean fully against you as you led her from the building. Where a DEO issued car was already waiting to pick you both up.

During the ride, Alex gave into her exhaustion and fell asleep against your shoulder. You held her close, running your hand through her silky hair. By the time you’d reached her studio, Alex was completely passed out. Nothing short of a city-wide invasion would be waking her now. 

Carrying her up to her room, you made sure to tuck her safely into bed, gently pulling off her uniform and changing her into some softer, more comfortable clothes before climbing into the open space beside her, smiling as even in her sleep she snuggled up beside you.

“Sleep well baby.” You whispered, pressing a soft kiss to her head, “and you will be definitely taking a sick day tomorrow, Director Danvers.”

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the-unaliver · 29 days ago

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Reader X Unaliver Fanfic

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Part 1: Planning (581 words)

Detective Ramírez is pissed. Like, pissed pissed. So pissed that even the yellowest of pisses would still crown him the pissiest.

He is staring at you while clutching a small red folder (a colour usually used to identify unalivers, you recall). 'So, y/n. You have been arrested due to shoplifting.' Ahhh, yeah. You just felt like picking that ATOMSTACK X20 Pro 130 W Laser Graviermaschine 20W Leistung mit F30 Pro Air Assist Kit 3 in 1 Offline wifi Bildschirm APP Gravur mit R1 Roller Gravieren von unregelmäßigen Gegenstände, for some reason, and hid it in your bag. Unfortunately the guy that owned the shop wasn't stupid and brought you to the police. Anyways.

Ramírez lets a tired sigh out, as he rubs his temples. He clearly does not want to be there. At all. 'Usually we'd just iniciate a long and very tedious process of lawyers, judges and so on, but I- really need someone's help today. I need someone as bland, boring, and normal looking as possible, and you are precisely that.' You do not know if you should feel offended or not, but you let him continue. A way out of prision? Yes, please.

He slides the folder over to you. You can see that, written over the red cardboard in ballpoint pen is the name 'Gregor Ansa'. A small picture of a random guy holds to it thanks to a paperclip. The guy looks like someone who'd sell insurance to old people, but there is some weird spark in his eyes as he smiles at the unimaginary camera, or fourth wall, or, well, you in this case. 'I need you to arrest this man for me.' Ramírez says through gritted teeth, tapping the picture. 'He is one hell of a slippery bastard, and, truth be told, I don't think I could stand even seeing him without it ending with me in HR again.' He does not elaborate.

You look back down at the picture, considering your options. One, either go to prision yet again, and risk your mortal enemy, the Rattler, spotting and killing you (well. She's everyone's mortal enemy, truth be told. But still.) Or, two, go through whatever plan the detective has, and go back to your cave.

'I'll do it.'

Ramírez doesn't even look relieved or anything. He nods in silence, and flips the whiteboard next to him with a flourish (you bet he had been waiting to do that). A rather elaborate looking scheme has been angrily scribbled onto it, with big blue bold letters stating 'GET HIS ASS: GAY BAR AND VIOLENCE'.

Ramírez, looking rather proud of his little scribbles, looks back at you with a frown. 'You are going to pretend to date that bastard and then knock him out the moment he lets his guard down. He may act all stupid, but, do not be fooled.' He grumbles. 'I am sure that damn fucker might be one of the smartest and most dangerous guys in this damn century. Maybe even more than the Rattler.'

Ok, wow, that's a rather- big statement. But sure. Whatever. Anything to keep out of jail.

You give the picture a final glance, before reading through the files the detective has given you.

The picture, yet again, stares back. You don't know why, but you feel like tonight's going to be memorable. And, judging by this Gregor guy's smile, he probably feels like it is going to be fun as well. Well. The picture does, at least.

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twostepstyless · 2 years ago

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Rough

Fic Advent Calendar Day 18

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Authors Note: Y/N and Harry are suffering through their hangovers but Harry has the brilliant (not) idea of going ice skating to fight off the hangover.

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Going ice skating while frightfully hungover was not a good idea. In fact, it shouldn’t have even crossed their minds in the first place. The full English fry up Harry ordered in for them when they woke up this morning, was a great idea, a fantastic one they agreed as they revitalised their hungover bodies with some greasy breakfast food. Even the walk round the park with the dog was a good idea, a bit of fresh air to blow the cobwebs of the night before away, but Harry, ever the persuasive, had taken her by the hand and all but dragged her back out the front door, after dropping Vinnie, their dog, off at home, out to the outdoor ice rink set up for the festive period.

“It’ll be fun, m’heart, proper Christmassy as well, innit? I’d put money on us going skating is on your list of stuff f’us to do together,” Harry’s pace was quick as they made their way to the pop-up rink as Y/N gave him a sort of bashful look. “It is on the list, isn’t it?” He sounded smug, proud of himself.

“Maybe, but I envisioned it a little more picturesque than this, not at half 11 on a Sunday morning, hungover, looking like I woke up all of a half hour ago and feeling as rough as a badger’s arse,” Y/N groaned as they got closer, seeing the little hut that housed the rental skates and lockers for your belongings, “plus I wouldn’t even say hungover, I reckon the alcohol content still in my blood would say I’m still drunk, I don’t know if I can skate like this,” Y/N tried to wriggle free of his grip as he steered her towards the counter.

“I don’t think they breathalyse you for skating, Y/N/N, and in fairness, y’did only wake up a little while ago,” Harry laughed.

“You don’t know that they don’t breathalyse you, maybe it’s the same as driving,” Y/N challenged.

“What y’gonna get done for skating under the influence?” he snorted before telling the man behind the counter their shoe sizes and picking up their skates, directing Y/N to a wooden bench where they could kick off their shoes and don their skates. Harry put both their shoes in a locker before he popped his skates on, fastening the buckles before looking at Y/N who had gotten as far as putting her right foot in the left skate and no further.

“Y’gonna need to buckle my skates up, if I bend down, I’ll be sick,” Y/N swung her legs up across his thighs as he rolled his eyes playfully.

“Let’s start with the right skate on the right foot first, hm?” Harry smiled at her softly, before switching skates and fastening them for her. He stood to his feet and held out his hand for her to clasp to get her up, which she did with a groan. “Listen, f’you really don’t want to do it, we don’t have to,” Harry said sincerely.

“No, I do, I’m being dramatic, jus’ don’t laugh when I fall,” she took his hand as they hobbled to the edge of the rink, lingering at the little step down to the ice.

“Wouldn’t dream of laughing, you’re the better skater out of the pair of us, m’sure it’ll be me that stacks it,” Harry took the first step onto the ice, catching his balance with his arms outstretched as he wobbled, the blades trying to find purchase on the slippery surface. Harry let out a grunt as he caught himself when he tried to spin round and felt his left foot slip from under him, “fucking hell,” he panted, finally able to turn on the spot and hold his hands out to assist Y/N down. It was only them and a few families skating round the rink this early on a Sunday, the children clinging on to the little balance tools that looked like penguins. With a deep breath she stepped onto the ice, while clutching Harry’s outstretched hands.

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“Look at you, m’little hungover figure skater,” Harry praised as they began skating their second loop, albeit a slow one, around the perimeter of the rink.

“Torvill and Dean, eat your fuckin’ heart out,” Y/N giggled breathily, forgetting how much ice skating knocks the energy out of you. Their hands still held each other’s in a death grip as their blades pushed against the ice in smooth strokes. If one went down at this point, the other was going with them.

“Reckon we’re at the point of letting go?” Harry asked, raising their joined hands between them.

“Y’worried I’ve got germs or something?” Y/N asked, focusing on her feet, but trying her hardest to make her voice sound as if she was offended.

“What? No, fuck, no, that’s not it, jus’ thought you might want to skate yourself a bit, not let me slow y’down,” Harry tried to backtrack.

“Baby, m’kidding,” she squeezed his hand while laughing as relief washed his face. “You’re not slowing me down, I’m going slow so I don’t make myself nauseous and end up chucking my breakfast up across the ice, but let’s give this a go, I s’pose,” and with that they dropped their hands and continued skating.

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It’s ironic, while drunk the alcohol can make you feel invincible and overly confident, as if you could do anything. The hangover the next day, however, seemed to impair you beyond belief, normal human function seems to fall by the wayside when hungover. At least for Y/N anyway. She got a bit more confident while skating, going ever so slightly faster, spurred on when a child lapped them on their loop round the rink. All was going well. She had gotten ahead of Harry, who had slowed down even further to take a few pictures of her gliding across the ice. She looked over her shoulder, catching him taking her photo as she skidded to a stop to wait for him. Her breath surrounding her in clouds of steam as she tried to regulate her breathing. Then, with the twitch of her foot, she was down, flat on her back as if someone pulled the rug out from under her feet all while letting out the loudest shriek her body could muster. It must’ve looked comical, but she can confirm it certainly didn’t feel comical, especially when she heard a little boy whizz past her, with his penguin to keep him upright being pushed in front of him, giggle as she laid on her back, staring up at the sky, hoping the ice would crack down the middle and swallow her whole like a crevasse in a glacier.

“Fuck!” She heard Harry call, “Y/N/N, lovie, you alright?” Harry skated up to her, leaning over her, with his hand outstretched to help her up.

“No, leave me here to melt into the ice,” she whined, screwing her eyes shut.

“Baby, let me get you up, c’mon, are y’hurt my sweet girl?”

“I don’t think so,” she sniffled, “can we get off the ice for a second?” she asked, finally taking his hand as he helped her sit up then get her to her feet as he nodded, helping her off the ice. Luckily, or not so luckily, she fell right by the exit off the ice, so she didn’t have to go very far when she got up with a grunt.

Harry got her sat down on a little bench that was tucked away from view as he perched next to her. “Look at me, are you hurt, is anything even a little bit sore? If it is, I’ll run home and get the car and we’ll go to the minor injury unit or something,” Harry’s hands cradled her face, warming her skin that had gone cold from lying on the ice. He could see the glisten in her eyes as she tried to fight off tears.

“I don’t think so, jus’ cold and my- think my ego is bruised,” she whimpered as Harry pulled her legs back over his thighs, undid her ice skates and removed them as he cuddled her under his arm, close to his side.

“Do you need to cry?” he asked, rubbing her arm with his hand, trying to generate heat with the friction as she shivered under his touch.

“No, m’fine,” she mumbled, shoulders quaking as she tried to hold herself together.

“Y/N,” Harry deadpanned, getting a few sniffles in response, “do you need to cry?” his voice was calm and collected, no hint of judgement evident in his tone.

“Mhm,” she sniffled again before the tears began to flow freely, “jus’ need two minutes to feel sorry for myself, then I’ll be fine, honest” she choked out as she cried into his neck. No loud sobs to be heard, just free flowing tears as she wept quietly.

“I know, s’okay, cry all you need, m’heart,” Harry soothed, letting her tears run their course. Her two minutes of tears was closer to five minutes as Harry’s hands rubbed calming patterns on her body and told her how he bets Vinnie will be sat at their front door, tail wagging, waiting for them to come home so he could have a cuddle with his Mummy.

“Okay,” Y/N took a deep breath, and palmed the last of her tears away, “m’okay now, but I think I’m done with the skating for today, if that’s alright?” she asked.

“Wouldn’t let y’go back on that ice even if you wanted to,” Harry spoke, “unless it was so we could go get the little arsehole who laughed when you fell,” Harry joked.

“Harry, he was like seven, y’can’t threaten children,” she giggled as Harry removed her legs from his lap so he could go collect their shoes from the locker.

“Just because he’s a child, doesn’t make him any less of a little arsehole,” Harry rolled his eyes at the thought of the little devil boy.

“Whatever y’say,” she giggled, Harry happy he was getting more smiles than tears out of her now, as she shoved her feet back into her shoes, “can we agree not to do this hungover again though?”

“Probably f’the best,” Harry agreed, sealing her hand in his as they began their walk home to Harry’s sheer delight, it seemed she genuinely was uninjured.

“Can’t deny it was a little funny how y’fell, it was like someone pulled the rug out,” Harry snorted before he was met with a slap in the chest by his girlfriend.

“I think it’s you that’s the little arsehole,” Y/N gaped, before she burst into a fit of laughter as Harry tried his best to conceal his giggles as he kept picturing her falling.

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The Calm Before The Storm - 1319

TW: Traumatic Birth and Child Death

The Winter wind seeped through the windows in the quiet cottage, nestled in the East of Hanford-On-Bagley. Annota, heavily pregnant, kneeling on the floor of her master bedroom clinging onto the tattered duvet that laid across her bed. Trying to contain her bloodcurdling scream as labour pains wracked her body. Annota’s stepdaughter, Celestina, rushed in to check on her.

“Mama, are you alright?” Celestina muttered with a soft voice.

“GET OUT! YOU ARE TOO YOUNG CHILD!” Annotas voice breaks as she sends the 13-year-old away.

“Me and Soren will fetch pa, he is at the market not too far from here. I’ll be quick!” Her voice becomes distant as she runs through the cottage dashing towards the front door.

Clutching her stomach, Annota’s breaths came in ragged gasps. Her husband, Ryden, hasn’t been home for a few hours. She has been through this before, how hard could it be? With no midwife to assist her and no family nearby, Annota was left to face the trials of childbirth alone. The fire in the hearth became weak, casting shadows within the bedroom which were more accentuated than before.

At this moment in time Annota found the pain relentless, each contraction getting harder to breathe through. She thought back to the last time she went through childbirth, which ended in tragedy, those same thoughts raced through her mind. What if she doesn’t make it? What if the babe doesn’t make it?

Hours have passed, with no sign of Ryden, Celestina or Soren, her cries echoed through the empty cottage unheard by any but the farm animals in the yard. She felt the first babe’s head, slippery as a freshly caught fish, trying to carefully hold the infant while pushing it out of the birth canal. Struggling with the last push, Annota tries to adjust herself to a more comfortable position and suddenly loses grip of the babe’s head. The infant falls to the floor, hitting the cracked wooden floor with its head.

“No… NO!” Annota screams in agony.

She picks up the limp, lifeless infant from the planks. No cry was heard and no sign of life was seen. The mother shakes the infant to try and wake it, but to no avail. She cradles the infant, a boy, in her trembling arms.

“Vermithor…” Annota sobbed, with tears running down her hot and rosey cheeks.

The mother barely had time to grieve her newborn before a rush of another contraction swept her body. Exhausted and weak, Annota gathered the strength she had left to deliver the second child. She carefully placed Vermithor’s cold body onto the bed and began to push again.

Second birth was even more exhausting than the first. In and out of consciousness, vision blurred, Annota let out yet another screech. The same routine as before, she opened her palms below her pelvis to catch the second babe. However, the infant was positioned wrong and was exiting feet first. The mother’s thoughts became dark, exhausted and without knowing what to do. She tugged and pulled on the child’s legs gently, trying to help the infant escape. With one final push, she grabbed the babe and gently raised it towards her chest. Again, no cry was heard and the body limp, Annota noticed the umbilical cord wrapped around the child’s neck.

“Please, cry. Please” she whispered while untying the cord to yet another boy.

Annota sat there for a second, before lowering the newborn to her thighs. The room was silent, except for the crackling coals in the hearth. The only sound that Annota could produce was a painful scream as she looked upon her lifeless infants.

“Valarys & Vermithor” She pleaded softly.

Sorrow mingled in Annota’s heart, she laid both of the boys down on the tattered duvet to admire them. Kneeling, she places both hands on their tiny bodies praying for them to have a better afterlife. The slam of the front door echoed across the silent cottage, with thudding footsteps to follow. Ryden, Celestina and Soren finally came back in haste.

“You two, stay here, do not come in” Ryden commanded with a hoarse voice, while simultaneously walking into the master bedroom.

His face turned from smile to shock as he took in the scene of his wife and his two infant sons, who were both completely pale and still. The atmosphere felt heavy, even hard to breathe. Annota turned to her husband with tears running across her face.

“They didn’t make it… your boys didn’t make it, I tried so hard” she whales in desperation still holding onto hope that one of them would let out a cry.

Ryden walks over to his wife, kneeling to the floor where she was, shushing her. He moved closer, moving her blonde strands of her out of her face and brushed his fingers across her back.

“It’s okay, I’m here for you. Let’s give them the proper burial that they deserve. I’m sorry I wasn’t here to help you.” Ryden whispers in her ear, while caressing her hair.

“Okay, let me gather myself and we can go.” She whimpered back to him.

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tonybina-india-2020 · 2 years ago

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Day 12 : Ratten Villas - Jodhpur

20th March 2023

The cake was delicious, light and creamy and went very well with a glass of red wine 🍷

We all wore our finery yesterday evening and were ready for our anniversary meal, unfortunately the rain that had been threatening all day decided to pour down just as our evening was starting. It was a double edged sword really because on the one hand the rain was a welcome respite from the heat and on the other, we were unable to have our meal in the garden.

Unfortunately the restaurant had all the ambience of a mortuary, it was cold, lifeless and sterile. Not to be deterred we ordered our meals, relishing the thought of the distinctive Rajasthani food, which turned out to be not so delectable after all as it was far too salty. To be absolutely certain my tastebuds weren’t playing up, I shared my meal out and we all agreed on the same.

So there was a storm raging around us, my meal was awful, so what else could go wrong ? Plenty as it turns out.

I was mildly irritated by the time we got back to our room but not enough to be upset, after all I wasn’t charged for the disastrous food I had chosen for myself.

The door was locked, the shower was on except it didn’t work, the joy stick controlling the water speed and the temperature was hanging off the metal bit that should have held it on. To add insult to injury as I called Tony for assistance, I walked slap bang into the shower door.

Nursing my bruised nose, I finally managed to get showered and ready for bed.

We woke to glorious sunshine this morning and had a very passable breakfast in the garden after which we met our guide for a tour of Mehrangarh Fort.

Mehrangarh Fort holds the pride of place in Jodhpur because of its splendid architecture and the diverse history associated with it. Considered as one of the most formidable and magnificent forts of Rajasthan, Mehrangarh fort was built by Rao Jodha in the year 1459. The fort is spread over an area of 5 km and is built on 125 m high hill in the outskirts of Jodhpur city.

There are seven gates, which can be used to enter the Mehrangarh fort. These 7 gates are made by different rulers, and are built in honour of victory over Bikaner and Jaipur armies.

You can see the panoramic view of the Jodhpur city from this fort, which seems like a blue carpet laid at the foot of a hill.

Once we had got extremely hot and sweaty, we rejoined our driver for a short drive to Jaswant Thada.

The Jaswant Thada is an architectural marvel with intricate carvings. Famed as one of the most beautiful white marble cenotaphs, it was built in 1899 by Maharaja Sardar Singh in commemoration of his father Maharaja Jaswant Singh II. This white marble wonder of Rajasthan is often called the Taj Mahal of Marwar. The splendid edifice is a perfect example of Rajputana style of architecture. Its impeccable design and architecture is symbolic of the fine craftsmanship of the bygone era. The main memorial is built like a temple, with beautiful domes and finely carved sculptures. We had a quick look around, posed for a photo with two sweet little girls on holiday from Assam and for some reason went back to the fort.

I was caught totally unaware because I didn’t realise that our guide had decided that we would enjoy a walk through the blue city of old Jodhpur via the Heritage route.

What do you see in your minds eye when you read the word “ Heritage?”. Well you can dismiss that picture immediately, because in India the word “Heritage” means a slippery, broken, steep, perilous and unstable road.

I got no further than about two feet when I decided that discretion is the better part of valour and reached out to hang onto Tony and with the other I clutched the guide.

Inch by inch I faltered down the hill, whilst around me strode down confidently.

Finally we reached the bottom of this never ending slope and straight into a chaotic town of honking and revving, shouting and shrieking. Jodhpur bustled with markets and restaurants, homes and shops, it’s air hanging heavy with pungent cooking smells, fresh produce and people.

To walk through Jodhpur was like nothing I’ve experienced before, I thought the streets and slums of Delhi were nerve wracking, but this town is in a league of its own. I held onto my phone and handbag tightly as we negotiated the narrow streets of the market, quite simply there was no personal space, everyone barged in and out of spaces, voices were raised in bartering for goods, dogs trotted around our legs and occasionally a fight would break out. Now I see why women carry goods on their heads, carting a shopping bag around in such a confined area is not practical at all. Flies buzzed around the food and pools of liquid formed on the ground and we walked on, frequently jumping out of the way of scooters, mopeds, motorbikes and tuk tuk’s which flew by us and from all directions and missing us by mere inches.

Finally we found Jagdish and boy did he look a delightful sight, I leaned back in relief and utter exhaustion as I settled back into my seat.

It’s the sensory overload that is so exhausting in India, there is no respite from the incessant noise, even as I’m sitting by the pool, in this relative haven of calm, I can hear the constant noise of traffic. I don’t think India ever sleeps.

We got back to the RV and the manager greeted us, disappointment clearly etched on his face, he had kindly moved us into a new room, which is perfect and at dinner this evening he stood us a bottle of wine.

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perfectriders · 7 months ago

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Choosing Perfect Riders: Comparing Yamaha Models and Prices in Bangalore’s Showrooms

Yamaha is one of the most trending and loved bike brands globally. It is well-known for its style, efficiency, and customer satisfaction. Apart from this, Yamaha has established a strong position in India and also in the hearts of millions as a “dream bike.”

In this blog, Perfect Riders, the authorized Yamaha dealer in Bangalore, takes the initiative to bring about a holistic comparison of Yamaha models and prices for bike lovers.

Top 5 Yamaha Models and Prices

Let us take a sneak peek into the best top 5 Yamaha models and prices which are making a buzz.

Yamaha FZ S FI:

Key features:

Bluetooth-enabled street bike in 6 variants

Weight 135 kgs

Colors: Available in 7 vibrant colors

Quick initial pick-up with smooth acceleration with 149 cc air-cooled 4-stroke powerful EI engine

Excellent shock-absorbing performance with a light-weight motocross suspension unit

Blue core engine with superior acceleration

Comfortable two-level seat with excellent cushioning and LED flashers

Deluxe colored wheels to grab attention with 3D emblem for a premium look

Advanced and enhanced muffler sound

Bosh anti-lock FZ braking system

In-built stand engine cut-off switch in case you forget to remove the side stand

140 mm wide radial tires for good grip and low rolling resistance

The price starts at 1,05, 000

2. Yamaha FZ X:

Key features:

Crossover bike with neo-retro design, and future-proof features

Weight -139 kgs

Colors- Available in 4 colors, metallic, chrome, and matt version

Gives extra mileage for 48 to 55 kml/l with a 149 cc air-cooled 4-stroke powerful EI engine

LCD instrument cluster screen compatible with Yamaha Y-connect app

Bifunctional LED headlight and tail light

Spacious single-piece seat with anti-resistant technology

Comfort ride with Bosch single-channel ABS and telescopic suspension

One of the most high-demanding models of Yamaha

The price starts at 1,36, 000

3. Yamaha MT 15:

Key features:

Dynamic, lightweight, pure-bred hyper-naked bikes

Impeccable style

Weight 135 to 139 kg

Available in many metallic and matt blue and black shades

Ice Fluo-Vermillion color variant which is an exclusive feature

Well-built muscular spherical tank

Bi-function LED headlights

Uni-level seat with a better riding position

140 mm super-wide radial rear tire gives good grip

BS6 complaint 155cc engine with first ever Variable Valve Actuation (VVA)

In-built side stand engine cut-off switch

High-performance systems with torque even at low RPM

The price starts at 1,65,000

4. Yamaha YZF R15 V4:

Key features:

The fourth generation of the R15 series

Weight 141 kgs

Available in 7 different colors which include metallic red, dark knight, racing blue, metallic gray, intensity white, MotoGP edition, and vivid magenta metallic.

Equipped with a digital instrument screen, compatible with the Y-connect app

Class D bi-functional LED headlight with increased brightness

Aerodynamic body design with rider reach at top speed in no time

Upside-down front suspension fork with improved rigidity and better stability

Dual-channel ABS 140 mm super-wide radial read tire for good grip on the road

In-build side stand with a cut-off switch

155 cc liquid-cooled fuel injection engine with VVA

Traction control system and a quick shifter

Delivers 18.4 ps with slip and assist clutch

The price starts at 1,80,000

5. Yamaha YZF -R3:

Key features:

Sporty bike with touring ergonomics

Weight 167 kgs

Available in 2 colors – Racing Blue and Magma Black

The silky smooth 321 cc parallel-twin- mill is absolutely a charm

Agile nature, and linear power delivery.

Crowned as Performance Motorcycle of the Year under 500 cc at Car Bike Awards 2024

Dual channel Anti-lock Braking System, reliable braking on slippery roads

High-safety performance and enhanced grip

LED tail lights with different power modes

Disc brakes in front and rear with the unified braking system

Tubeless tyres and alloy wheels

The price starts at 4,65,000

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kaazmotorsport12 · 8 months ago

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HOLDEN 10 BOLT: The one-of-a-kind HOLDEN 10 BOLT precision differential gearbox from KAAZ Motorsport Australia brings in optimal torque and roadworthiness of the sports car during transits. Thus, the clutch-type LSD prevents any racing track mishaps, especially during the bends by gaining augmented friction onto the wheels. The LSD can run on minimal maintenance and can be restored without any additional costs. In the process, it furnishes precise trajectory and optimal drag and balance for hassle-free navigation of sports cars. The escalated drag force from the differential gear can assist the wheels to never get depleted from their traction on the surfaces, even if it is wet and slippery. Visit www.kaazmotorsport.com.au

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kaazmotorsport · 1 year ago

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regard-luxury · 2 years ago

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The Koenigsegg Gemera Is A 1,700bhp Four-seat Mega Gt

As for the vents on the sides of the front bumper, they’re there to create “air curtains” to scale back drag created by the front wheels. The Koenigsegg Gemera is a four-seater, but it has no B-pillar and only two doorways, which—as you might imagine—are quite enormous, spanning much koenigsegg gemera of the car’s roughly 118-inches of wheelbase. He went on, saying that, while Freevalve should permit for quicker opening and closing rates at decrease engine speeds than cam-driven valve, he doesn’t think this a huge benefit over conventional systems.

We already know "David," which is what Koneigsegg has named the its in-house EV inverter design featured on the Gemera. "David" can convert as much as 750 kW of energy from 850 volts of direct present flowing from the batteries into alternating current that may energy the automobile's motors. The information right now is that Koenigsegg has a name for the power unit that will characteristic this inverter, and plans sell its revolutionary in-house parts in a new and incredibly highly effective bundle. Of course, a complex system like Freevalve is costlier than a conventional cam setup—but Koenigsegg points out that the system uses much less uncooked materials, offsetting a number of the price and shaving weight from the engine. All in all, the TFG engine is about half as costly to construct as Koenigsegg’s 5.0-liter twin-turbo V-8. The TFG makes "solely" about 500 horsepower on common pump fuel.

All-wheel-drive is paired with all-wheel steering, enhancing low-speed agility and high-speed stability. The entrance axle is provided with twin-clutch packs to allow genuine torque vectoring, while the electric motors on each rear wheel can present the identical. It's a combination that ought to yield exceptional handling dynamics, although, from a model like Koenigsegg, we anticipate no much less. The system is augmented by three electric motors, including one on every of the rear axles and one on the crankshaft of the engine.

For any engine load standards, the timing of intake and exhaust could be independently adjusted. The system can then “decide” tips on how to function the valves relying on driving circumstances – which mixture to use so as to maximize efficiency, reduce fuel consumption or regulate emissions. Freevalves allows for a higher diploma of control over the engine, which in turn offers important efficiency and environmental advantages.

The result's a plug-and-play EV energy unit that places out 670 hp and weighs less than 200 pounds, and also presents cross-axle torque vectoring performance. The output shafts are geared up with planetary gear units, and the unit may be even mounted on to a car chassis—no subframe required. To that finish, the Gemera includes a broad entrance fascia with gaping intake ducts and slim LED headlights. At the rear, an integrated spoiler and pronounced diffuser assist the slippery aerodynamics wanted to travel at 248 mph, while a pair of Akrapovic top-exit exhausts ship a singular sound. The inside of this Gemera continues to be unfinished and many wires are visible. When full, the supercar can fit four occupants in relative luxurious, no much less than by efficiency automobile standards.

But while Porsche is actively working towards testing and producing its eFuel, Koenigsegg didn’t provide any concrete plans to invest in the volcano secretions. This Koenigsegg is also the first all-wheel drive automotive with an electrical motor driving the front axle. There can be a hydraulic clutch at every output shaft which is what permits for torque vectoring across koenigsegg gemera the axle. It uses Koenigsegg's Freevalve system that uses solenoids to activate consumption and exhaust valves. Variable valve timing and raise has nearly no limits with Freevalve. This, together with cylinder deactivation, minimizes fuel consumption, meaning the three-cylinder is said to be 20 % more fuel-efficient than a typical 2.0-liter four-cylinder.

You’ll have to look at the video to see this with your personal eyes. The Gemera can be unique within the hypercar world in that it's a four-seater. There are only two doors, on this case an extended pair every that includes Koenigsegg's signature dihedral synchro-helix design the place koenigsegg gemera the doorways rotate as they lengthen outward, and entry to the rear seats is made easier because of the absence of a B-pillar. All four of its cool carbon fiber seats are heated, and the front ones include four-way electronic adjustability.

They say it'll rocket from 0-100km/h in beneath 1.9 seconds and has a prime speed of over 400km/h. This nonetheless was pulled from this video, which is value expecting a bit more information on the Gemera’s powertrain. Tesla simply disabled their passenger gameplay which was available whereas the car was transferring which might lead to distracted driving. The 1979 Corvette was not too completely different from fashions of previous years in addition to some upgrades turning into standard.

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cartierbin · 4 years ago

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genre — smut + mafia lord dilf!hyunjin and his four year old daughter’s teacher + gunplay type shit

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notes — hope you enjoy this loves. 』

smut under the cut !

“you have someone who wants to see you, mr. hwang”. his assistant reassured, clutching her clipboard a little too tightly to her chest. the blonde haired man allowed the thick white smoke to rise from his lips and settle into the air around him. he closed a file on his desk, beckoning his hand towards the door. “let them in”. to look as well kept and intimidating as hyunjin looked, he was actually a soft spoken man. stern, but soft spoken. his office door swung open and in came a woman he thought he’d never see here. usually, when women came into office they only wanted one thing and one thing only. it never crossed his mind that his very own daughter’s teacher wanted that same thing. when you walked in you were timid. the way his blonde hair sifted over his eyes and how luscious he looked in his suit jacket and open dress shirt beneath it, with multiple necklaces dangling at the center of his chest. you hesitantly sat in the seat in front of his desk and tried to divert your gaze elsewhere. you didn’t want to come off more lustful than you already were. especially since you didn’t know your boundaries.

his eyes skimmed over your skin tight salmon colored dress, attentive to the way it hugged you in all the right places. “may I ask you what you’re doing here?”. he questions, assuming that you knew what he was talking about. you, his daughter’s teacher coming to seek him. “I heard the pay here was good. and you know my occupation pays very little. I need something to help me make ends meet”. he gives you an unsettling stare, folding his arms on the table. “do you know what you’re getting yourself into? this isn’t just some regular job. we kill people”. you nod nervously, “I know I know I just can’t find anyone else who pays just as good as you do. I really need the money”. he dropped his eyes again over your body, trying to figure out what a beautiful woman like you would do if you were to work for him. you were much too pretty to be in harm’s way. he leans back in his chair with another intake of his cigar, allowing the smoke to cloud over his eyes. "tell me. what's your prissy little ass going to do if you work for me? do you know how to shoot a gun? can you handle money well? are you good with drugs?". you swallowed, knowing in your heart of hearts that you have never done any of those things in your life. maybe handling money could suffice. you thought back to your teen years, when you were a cashier for a grocery store. as far as anything goes, that's the most experience you've ever had with handling money. then again, grocery store cash was never much. definitely wasn't the huge amounts of cash hyunjin was referring to. he could tell you were thinking to yourself. he could tell that you were indecisive. he could tell you were inexperienced. that was one thing that he never tolerated.

"looks like you came to the wrong job didn't you? if you're not a made man how will I hire you? did you come in here to waste my time?". you quickly shook your head no becoming frightened at the hint of frustration in his voice. he could've had any weapon behind his desk for all you knew. and you hadn't planned on coming here just to die. "no mr.hwang I don't want to waste your time at all. I just need money and these other jobs aren't going to help me. I'm willing to take whatever training I can". hell no. hyunjin would never put an inexperienced worker on the job. which is why when he skimmed your body again with his eyes, a smirk flickered at the edge his lips. he lifts himself up from his seat which startled you a bit. you didn't know what he was planning on doing but the sudden movement was unexpected. "I don't train. all my workers are experienced and it'll remain that way". as much as you wanted to pay attention to the sudden drop of octave in his voice, your eyes shifted to the silver weapon in his hand. your body immediately grew cold. he leans on the front of his desk and stares down at you, smirking. "but... since my wife doesn’t please me enough I think I can use someone like you”. he swiped his tongue over his supple lips and your chest flooded with nervousness. “use me?”. you could’ve sworn you heard the gun click at that moment. he leans down and presses his lips against your ear. “how would you like it if I hired you as my sex worker?”. you swallowed. not expecting those kind of words to even fall from his lips. you hummed, at the edge of an answer. you felt the cold metal of the gun sweep along your thighs, he started to rub small circles into your inner thighs with it. “don’t act like you don’t want it”. he breathed down the nape of your neck. you shivered, feeling trapped yet turned on at how heated the room had gotten.

you were still sitting when he steps behind you, clasping his fingers around your neck whilst dragging the gun between your bare legs. you panicked. never in your life have you had a gun so close to your body before, nevertheless touching your skin. your heart thudded around in your chest as your dress drew upwards exposing your panties. he dipped the gun into the front of them, sitting it right on top of your pubic mound. you flinched and gripped his forearm. “to be my sex worker means that I can use your body whenever and however I want. are you willing to be used?”. your breathing became heavier while you nodded and swallowed, praying that his fingers weren’t on the trigger. he inches the gun just at the entrance of your hole, he teased achingly slow like the sly man he was. he loved the way you gasped each time he pushed the barrel deeper, he loved feeling you shiver in his grip while he kept clicking it leaving you on the edge. on the edge of thinking that he was going to shoot it any second. he basked in your fear, it made his heart warm. “you’ll be paid a generous salary, thousands by the hour. however just know that if any information you’ve heard ever leave these walls, I’m not afraid to kill you”. you squirmed while he worked the gun, fucking your pussy with it deep and slow. you opened your thighs wider, strewing your head back just a tad. you heard everything he said, it was just difficult for you to reply. your choked up moans was making him hard. It was challenging for even his wife to do that. she hadn’t got him worked up in months. he felt the gun become slippery at how wet your were becoming. your hardened nipples perked straight up underneath the fabric of your dress and sheer bra. “do you understand me?”. he questions all while trying to seem unfazed. “yes, yes I understand”. you stuttered with your legs trembling around the gun. “you get wet so fast I already know I’ll be fucking the shit out of you”.

with the way he was aggressively thrusting the weapon in between your folds, he didn’t have to. your mouth gaped open in bliss. every time you thought he would slow down and have a little mercy he didn’t. that was just the nature of hwang hyunjin. your hips jerked onto the piece of metal desperate to cum. It was shameful how much your stomach churned at the pleasure you received from just a weapon alone. he could click it as much as he wanted but you grew fond of the thrill. the thrill that a loaded gun was sinking into your channel with a pleasure that had you seeing stars. you reached up to grip his forearm with two hands. “you like this shit don’t you? you like when guns play with your little pussy?”. you groaned a breathless yes, growing overwhelmed with how low his voice tone dropped. you needed to make ends meet but you never thought you’d be making it this way. at the hands of a mafia lord who only wants to use you. “you will come to me whenever I call you. whenever I need you I’m going to fucking wreck your body. are you willing to take all of that?”. you nod much more vigorously now with your lips sealed, and sparks flying through your torso. he tightens his grip around your neck and tilts your head back further until your eyes were feasting his above. “open your mouth”. you dropped your jaw, unsure of what he wanted until you saw a long string of saliva transfer from his lips to your tongue. “as long as you’re an absolute slut for me you’ll never struggle again”. he pumped the gun in and out of your wet hole until you were creaming down the front of it, your body spasming from the intensity of it all. he pulled it out of you, shoving the barrel between his lips to clean your mess. it was sexy the way he done it, his thick tongue swirling around the piece of metal.

“welcome to the family. I’ll call you my mistress”.

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Two Steps Ahead

PART THREE OF HUNTER (formerly hunter and prey)

gif by @princessxkenobi

Rating: Explicit Content Warnings: SMUT, Fighting as Foreplay, Rough Sex, Penetrative Sex(PIV), Unprotected Sex, Dirty talk, Praise kink, Size kink, Big Dick Mando, Top Mando, Sub/Dom elements, Very slight Pain Kink, possible CNC elements although I didn’t write that I also want to warn anyone who doesn’t want to read about rough sex with physical fighting as foreplay Words: 6.9k AO3 LINK

Summary: Reader and Mando start tracking their first bounty together

A/N: i believe things are happening...interesting

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“I feel like you have a distinct advantage here.” A bead of sweat drips over your brow as you mop at your sweltering forehead in irritation. Your temple throbs as you press on it, pain shooting down your neck at the pressure.

It’s so fucking humid here. You’re tracking one of Mando’s bail jumpers in the middle of a boggy swamp planet that you never caught the name of and you’ve been walking through the forest for at least 24 hours, only stopping for water and ration breaks. Based on the holo-map you’re currently staring at, this entire planet is one big swamp, with no escape from the damp, sticky environment.

The thing barely makes sense, a jumble of colors and shapes that worsens your headache the longer you try to figure it out. You had borrowed a thin shirt from Mando before setting out, but it does little to protect you from the buzzing swarms of insects, while at the same time it reflects just enough heat to have you sweltering.

Mando acts unbothered under all that padding and armor, trekking through the trees without any visible sign of struggle. You don’t understand how he can stay awake for so long without caf, yourself being covered in caf-patches to keep from passing out. It’s probably somewhat dangerous to have so much of the stimulant coursing through your veins, but oh well. If my heart gives out then at least I’ll escape the bugs.

“Footprints aren’t the only way to track a quarry.” He returns mildly, moving swiftly over tangled tree-roots to avoid the pools of murky water that litter the forest floor. You move with less grace behind him, trying to climb slippery wood and juggle the holo at the same time. The twisted trees of this planet seem to reach inward to point at the forest floor, giving you the impression of being trapped within their clutches. The eerie feeling isn’t helped by the distinct lack of light, odd lichen tendrils drape between branches to create a blanket that absorbs most natural light from the sky. A faint glow emanates from the tendrils, basking the forest with ghostly illumination. You scramble to the top of the particularly tall root he’s perched on then plop down to catch your breath.

“No, it’s not the only way,” you pause to take a swig from your water skin, dabbing off the spilled drops from your chin with your sleeve, “but the footprints you track are apparently all glowy and red. I get to look with my naked eyes for shit like depressions in the ground, which is so fun considering the only paths here are solid wood.”

Mando rolls his helmet on his shoulders, the effect similar to someone rolling their eyes. When he speaks it’s short and gruff, annoyed by your attitude. Which is… appropriate. The hours you’ve spent walking in this heat together is starting to snap both of your tempers. “Stop complaining.”

He’s not wrong about the footprints. You’re mostly annoyed because of how useless you feel, more like you’re tagging along than assisting him on the hunt. Drawing your eyebrows together you try to come up with a plan. Most of those mercenary skills you talked up for Karga don’t apply here, this naturalistic setting is too messy and... wild. Unpredictable. You’re used to the structure that comes with starships and cities, places engineered and civilized.

Tracking people isn’t very hard, you’ve done it plenty of times before. The only issue is that all of your practice came from environments where they left clear signs of direction, displaced gravel indicating a shoe-print, broken branches, a trail in sand. It also helps that your targets didn’t know they were being stalked. The only path here is over hard wooden tree roots, with nothing to indicate direction, not even moss grows over the foot trail for traveling feet to mark. You take in a deep breath and hold it for several seconds before letting out all your air in one huge swoop.

“I’m sorry, “ you tell him sincerely, “I want to help you -and not just for a bigger cut. Is there anything I can do?” You truly do feel bad for snapping at him even if you know you’re right about his advantage. Just because you don’t have fancy thermal settings and footprint tracking doesn’t mean you’re useless. The Mandalorian settles his hands on his hips and surveys the area, looking for a task to assign you. His helmet tilts up and lingers on the trees, and you’re already two steps ahead before he can voice his idea.

“I can climb,” you interject, standing up swiftly and moving. “Trees can’t be more slippery than a spacecraft.”

He nods in acknowledgment. “Find something and your cut goes up by five percent.”

“Ten percent.” You grin at him cheekily, wanting to tease him even if he won’t give it to you.

“Eight, if you find somewhere to camp.”

“Deal.” You return, already halfway to the widest tree you can reach without getting your feet wet. The trunk is covered in knots and twisted vines, ugly but providing fantastic handholds for your hands and feet. Grabbing hold of a sturdy looking ledge you begin your ascent.

The climb is fairly easy even with the woods damp surface, and you reach the forest canopy with minimal effort. Carefully squirreling around the thin top-most branches you attempt to find a break-through point, the wood beneath you bowing a little from your weight.

When you finally poke your head through and see the sky you gasp, taken aback by the sight. You hadn’t hung around in the cockpit during landing, instead choosing to pack the bags while Mando skillfully piloted his ship. The forest floor is all you’ve seen of the planet and apparently you’ve missed a lot.

The sky here is beautiful, a color palette that is completely opposite from the dark, damp underbelly of the forest ground. Swirling aquamarine clouds float lazily in the sky, speckling the orange hued atmosphere above you. There are at least 6 pale moons lined up on the horizon from edge to edge, stars twinkling around each orb as if drawn to their orbit. You drink in the sight greedily, the ache in your head lessening in the natural light. This is so much better than the cold stark metal of space stations that you’re used to living on.

It’s hard to tell the time based on the sky alone, the moons must be constantly present in the sky no matter the time of day and you can’t find a single sun. Maybe this planet lives off the light and heat from each moon, reflected from a distant star? The thought is lovely but you don’t think it’s possible. You file the image away for your daydreams then divert your eyes back to the thick forest, searching for anything useful to tell Mando.

The line of trees is unbroken, a sea of dark green leaves and glowing lichen. An orange sky helps to warm up the pale glow from the lichen but it’s eeriness still sends a shiver through you. Everything on the horizon is of even height, betraying nothing within its depths. It isn’t ideal. You gnaw your lip anxiously, dreading to return to Mando without any information especially on your first hunt together. Eyes flitting around desperately, you try to analyze any possible breaks in the natural pattern of trees.

Could that be a settlement there? You think, looking at a slightly thinner section of forest that might roughly be three miles away. You aren’t sure about the planet’s curvature and how flat the terrain is so you double check the holo, looking for the information.

Something catches your eye as you’re pulling up the data, just substantial enough in your peripheral version that you stop what you’re doing. There is a mist rising from that thinned area, far enough away that you mistook it as some sort of lighting effect from the overwhelming color palette here. That has to be steam right? It’s too thick to be naturally occurring from the bog. There must be machinery over there. A settlement hopefully.

You’re about to climb down when you pause, looking at the still lit holo with renewed curiosity. Something about the map visually paired with your clear view of the forest allows the pieces to fall in place. When you compare the shape of the map to the trees you’re finally able to make sense of what you previously thought was a topographical mess. A built pathway lies here, a body of water there. And clearings. Several clearings not too far from where you are now, the perfect size to settle down in. Hopefully they’re dry.

Either the caf-patches are finally sending you into cardiac arrest or you’re manically happy to finally be of help to your hunting partner, but either way, you’re grinning so widely that your teeth clatter together.

“Hey Mando! Guess what you owe me?” You shout down at the ground, beginning to descend. You’re so excited that you practically slide down the vines, jumping to the ground when you’re several feet high in the air, sore muscles creaking at the impact. The Mandalorian is sitting now, resting with his elbow propped on his knee while he waited for you to come back. There’s a soft pang in your chest and you wonder if he’s tired. You brush it off, feeling as though you’re just projecting, and instead grin widely at him in triumph. “7 percent increase for me!”

He lifts his helmet and looks you up and down. “What did you find?”

You reply chirpily, hands grasped behind your back and shit-eating grin still plastered on your face. “There is a settlement of some kind roughly three miles that way,” you point in the direction where you saw the steam, “and several clearings nearby suitable to camp in, if we don’t want to head in right away. Oh, also we aren’t on the actual path used by locals here, the asset must be making an effort to hide.”

“That isn’t very smart of them,” Din observes, shaking his head at the concept. “Busy path hides more prints.”

“Hm…” You take that in, wondering what other techniques a quarry may use to shake its hunter.

It occurs to you that there is a lot you could learn from the Mandalorian, since so far hunting someone has been notably different from your mercenary missions. You’ll find a moment to ask questions later once you’re settled down for the night, wherever that’ll be. “Do you want to camp or find the maybe-settlement?”

“We should camp,” he responds immediately, rising from his seated position and walking closer to you, “we don’t know what we’ll face there. You can choose the area, since you climbed the tree.”

You pull up the holo-map again and zoom in on the different options, feeling far more energized now that you actually know what you’re doing. There are two spots that seem encouraging, both a short hike away from where you are now but removed enough to grant you some privacy. You’ll still need to set up a watch to prevent ambush or stray travelers from finding you but it’ll be easier if you make an effort to hide. One of the clearings seems to have a running water source, you hope it’s cleaner than the still-water you’re currently surrounded by. Maybe you can bathe there too.

“Lets go here,” you pull up the coordinates for Mando, “that looks like a stream, right?”

He leans into your body for a closer look, broad chest just brushing against you in a way that sends flutters through your tummy. You know he can zoom in with his visor, there is no reason he needs to be so close to you except for your benefit. He seems to enjoy messing with you like this, throwing you off with unexpected touches, looks, and gestures. It’s like a game he plays and you’d be far more annoyed by his teases if it wasn’t so exciting.

“Looks good,” he rumbles low in his chest. “Fresh water would be nice.”

Your heart quickens, but you tried to hide your reaction by teasing him back, tapping your fingers on his helm and stepping away. “I was hoping to clean myself up, actually…”

Mando straightens up at this, visor locked on your face.

“Lead the way.” He returns quietly, giving away nothing. Trying not to smile, you start off in the direction of the clearing, for once moving faster than your armored companion.

Your goal isn’t very far, only about 3 miles north of your previous position and a mile adjacent to the settlement you’ll pay a visit to tomorrow. Large, fuzzy fronds of an alien fern droop down the sides of the hollow clearing, providing a barrier between the forest and empty space in between. The trees still tangle above the open area, blocking out part of the beautiful sky, save a few of the large moons, and old pieces of charcoal are ground into the sandy earth here, a sight that makes you a little anxious. This spot must be used by others, you’ll have to be more careful with setting up the watch than expected.

The water source turns out to be a small spring set on the edge of a cliff at the far end of the clearing, a sizable waterfall cascading down the side and gathering in a crystalline pool. Skipping ahead of Mando to the edge of the pool you crouch and dip your fingers in the cool water, sighing in relief as it relieves some of the warmth in your overheated body.

You’re unable to hear Mando’s approach - how he is so stealthy under 50 pounds of metal escapes you, but you feel him behind you. You smirk. Arching your back as you rise, you turn around slowly and begin to make eyes in his direction however, when you actually see what he's doing, you cringe at yourself in embarrassment. He’s not looking like you assumed, instead he is surveying the clearing skeptically, body-language imbued with disapproval. Your heart simultaneously sinks to your stomach and contracts in frustration. You thought you had finally done something right.

“What? Is something wrong?” You ask him tightly, subtly shrinking in on yourself in disappointment. You try to hide this by fiddling idly with a stray thread on your tunic, stubbornly keeping your head lifted high despite wishing you could disappear. He doesn’t respond right away, instead turning and walking the length of the clearing then back, stopping just in front of you sharply. You meet his visor with your eyes, holding the look until you feel like you’re burning up in shame from the pressure of it.

“It’s too… open,” he finally says, voice halting as he tries to find the correct words. “Anyone could walk into our camp.”

“I figured we’d set up a watch. There’s only one entrance-”

He interrupts you. “One ground entrance. Anyone can climb down from the trees.”

“Maybe, but this planet isn’t supposed to be dangerous, is it? Practically abandoned,” You huff out, fists clenching at your sides as you argue with him. “Besides. It’s… pretty here.”

The Mandalorian sighs, pinching the helmet just below the visor where his nose bridge would be. “Fine. I’ll take the first watch. No fire.”

Nodding in response, you cross the clearing and set your bag down on a log, letting out a sigh in relief. That’s fine by you, you don’t need the extra warmth and the glowing lichen provides enough light to get by. You really did not want to hike again after moving for 24 hours straight. Mando mirrors your movements, leaning his rifle next to your pack before settling on the sandy earth. A loaded pause passes between you, earlier implications at the forefront of your minds.

Letting out a shuddering breath you crouch down and pull your old tunic from your bag, slinging it over your shoulder before making your way back to the small pond. The water is completely clear, an inviting sight after the marshy puddles that made up the forest ground on your way here. You’re facing the water now but you’re still well aware of the man behind you, the intensity of his gaze burning even through the impassive visor. The invitation is clear. Take it off.

But you aren’t sure if you want to give him that yet. The exhaustion from today has wrung you dry, small bickerings between you and your work partner dampening the sweet mood leftover from Nevarro. Apologizing with sex isn’t really your thing. You’d rather stoke the mutual respect between you as allies instead of start up a pattern of fighting then making up.

You crouch at the water's edge, peering into the depths for a moment before splashing your face with cold water, fresh scar throbbing as blood rushes to the surface of your face. The spare tunic you grabbed just brushes the surface of the water, sending ripples throughout your reflection. Curious, you lean over and observe the way the mirror-like pond breaks off into fragments, bits of you here and there mixing in with the moons that lay on russet sky.

Like a painting. You think in awe, having only seen a couple of the artifacts in person. The richest target you were assigned to owned two pieces of art, real paintings on real paper, encased in transparisteel viewing cases before you smashed open the backing to wonder at them. You close your eyes and try to recall the texture of the paint before the rest of your memory catches up and sours the whole thing. The man's home had to be burned in order to erase evidence, his paintings too large to smuggle out of the city.

When you open your eyes the pond has settled with your reflection only- you’re not alone.

“Maker!” You jump at the sight of the Mandalorians gleaming helmet appearing in the reflection. “What the fuck, you sneak.”

He just chuckles in response and offers you a hand, which you take firmly while rolling your eyes and standing. He leads you back to sit with him on the sandy earth, taking ration bars out of his pack- not yours, and breaking them evenly between you. The gesture is surprisingly tender and none too appreciated what with your stomach growling audibly at the bland meal. All at once, you are reminded by the spattering of caf-patches on your limbs, the jitteriness becoming more apparent now that you’re finally still. You’re shaking. Mando notices as well.

“You may explode.” He remarks, prompting you to start pulling off the stimulant, crumpling each piece and setting them neatly in a pile at your knee.

“Good, let me explode. You’re too bossy to work with.” You return with a smirk, hoping your sarcasm lands. He hums in response, pulling one of the patches off of your forearm and flicking it in your direction for you to catch.

Tutting, you roll the patch into a ball and set it at the top of your pile. “Don’t leave a mess, this forest is ugly but at least it’s untouched,” you tell him firmly. Mando just nods.

The ration bars are hardly a delicacy but you shove them in your mouth all the same, appreciating the engineering behind them. They are so calorie rich that a piece the size of your palm can keep you going for hours. However, your body can’t seem to relax despite the food lining your belly- perhaps you actually overdid the caf. You should be tired right now. Staying awake for more than a day isn’t exactly the average schedule but your knee bounces uncontrollably in a frantic pattern, stirring up puffs of sand between you and the warrior.

“You need to tire.” Mando mutters, firmly placing a glove on your thigh and holding the limb down. “Stop that.”

“Sorry,” you reply, trying to freeze yourself and sit as still as he does. Mando always exists so sagely, like a monk. Completely calm when he wants to be before exploding into action, no warm-up necessary. You wonder if he had some sort of meditation training to achieve that. Is that why he sits like that in the cockpit, his back rod straight like a statue? Weirdo.

“Hey…” The palm at your thigh presses again and you suck in a sharp breath. You didn’t even realize you were twitching again. “Do I have to hold you down?” He growls.

You gulp. “Tempting. But no.” Your words come out steadier than you feel. The caf becomes all too much in that moment so you lurch to your feet, his gleaming helmet following your body as it rises jerkily. You feel far too energetic, needing to get the energy out somehow so you can finally pass out. Your idea leaves your mouth before you can truly think it over.

“Wanna fight?”

“...What?” Mando sounds truly surprised even if his body betrays nothing.

“You heard me,” you’re bouncing on the balls of your feet, swaying back and forth like a green sailor on the oceans of Mon Cala. “Let's practice our combat, I rarely get to do that.”

He’s standing before you can blink causing you to jerk back, startled by his speed. The Mandalorian poses right in front of you, too close to not be a challenge with his weight settled on one leg breezily.

“Okay. Hit me.”

What a taunting mother fu- You swing your left hand out as if aiming for the unarmored spot on his ribs, which he blocks with ease… leaving his throat open for your right fist to sharply jab.

The bounty hunter doubles over, coughing and clutching his neck with one hand.

“O-Oh shit! I’m sorry, I- I didn’t mean, let me-” You scramble with lost movements, trying and failing to help him straighten upright. It leaves you awkwardly placing your palms on his back while the crown of his helmet presses into your belly. “I, um… Mando?”

His arms wrap around your middle in a flash, pulling you tightly against his chest and throwing both your bodies to the ground. It happens so fast that you can’t even shriek before the air is knocked out of you, hitting the sand hard enough to throw it into the air around you. Gasping, you smack full force at the Mandalorian on top of you, his arms still crushing you against him while your legs lock straight together with his knees on either side. It’s sexy, but you’d really like to breathe. He lets up just barely.

“Nice punch,” he rasps, throat clearly affected by the hit. “Don’t think I’ll hold back after that though.”

“Don’t… want… you to…” You shoot back at him, sharp as you can manage while wheezing. Mandos visor raises ever so slowly and pins you, hidden eyes holding you down more effectively than his body. After a drawn out moment of this, your head spinning as you calculate your escape strategy, he crawls up your body to prop himself above you, locking your wrists in one large hand with the other presses against your chest, shoving your back into the earth. It is just enough pressure to squeeze some air out of your lungs and it is then when you know he isn’t kidding about not holding back.

You’re so fucking happy that he isn’t letting you win.

In other instances, you’d panic at the hopeless feeling of being trapped like this, by someone twice your size and clad in the galaxy’s most powerful steel. But the way he spars with you now, full force and not playing easy... it has implied respect for your skill. He knows you can fight and doesn’t spare you the opportunity to prove it.

Only a second or two has passed since he fully immobilized you and you’re still locked in your flattened position. When he motions to stand, pulling your wrists as if to drag you, you know you must make your move now or it will be too late. The only spot he has open on his body right now is… well, right between his legs. The first thing a smaller fighter learns about combating larger foes is to fight dirty and there is no reason you should hold back if Mando isn’t. Your legs had been pinned tightly together before he moved to drag you but now there is just enough room to swing a knee up and hit him between the legs.

Mando doesn’t wear a full codpiece but luckily for you, the padding on his groin isn’t enough to block your kick. A choked sound rips out of his throat and he falls to one knee, the fingers encircling your wrists loosening slightly while he struggles to fight his body’s natural pain response. You wrench one hand free and use it to grip his cowled neckline, planting your feet against his cuirass and swinging yourself into a hanging position before his grip tightens again. He's steady but you try to dig your feet in to throw him forward, hoping to twist around and land on his back with his face down. He totters for one frozen second, both your bodies on the precipice of falling but unfortunately, he manages to wrench himself backwards and land heavily on his back with you on top.

You’re both gasping and groaning at the shock of hitting the ground so hard, and for one breathless moment all you do is stare heatedly at each other on the forest floor, eyes locking through his visor and somehow you know he is grinning.

His smile mirrors on your face when you feel his hands rip at your clothes, wrenching the thin pants off of you down to your thighs forcefully enough to knock your legs together with a dull thud.

“Did I not just kick you in the dick, Mando?” You laugh, working at his belt at the same time. He palms your ass through your underwear greedily, squeezing so hard that you know finger shaped bruises will blossom there.

“You missed.”

“Must’ve hurt either way…” You mutter, finally managing to reach under his thick layers and wrap your hand around his length, producing a low growl from the man beneath you. “Maybe, it's good I missed.”

The only response you get is his hands pulling both your hands to lay on his chest plate then traveling back down your body to tug aside your underwear and grind you down onto his hips, rubbing your now bare slit against his bulge. You vaguely remember deciding against coming onto him as a form of apology, but for some reason, since he started first that all ceases to matter. It feels like a game you’ve begun to play with each other, playing with the tension between you and the Mandalorian until you find out what breaks your resolve. Maybe it started even before you entered this forest, perhaps back on Nevarro or even on the station.

You can’t tell but you don’t want to question it either.

A moan falls from your throat, your hands moving on their own volition to try and remove his belt entirely, or at least enough to pull his cock out. Mando’s glove flashes up again to circle your wrists, immobilizing them and harshly pinning you down with his vambrace lain across your back.

“You yield?” He asks, voice dripping with a sickly triumph. A chill runs down your back and you feel as if he just dunked you into the pond.

“W-What?”

“You yield… I win?”

“Wha- No!” You cry out indignantly, struggling against his iron grip. “I didn’t realize we were still sparring!”

He laughs, fully bodied and dark with some emotion that swirls deep within your core, and you can’t put your finger on it exactly but you know you’ll have to do something before you’re swept up entirely. “Oh, but we are. What shall the winner gain?” He asks, so quietly that it is almost lost in the warped modulator, barely a question and more so a crackling of static.

Fuck, you’re so wet.

You lick your lips and shakily respond. “I am not one to give up, however-”

“Then don’t. Keep fighting.”

Oh, and you love what he implies. There is no reason to argue further and less time to act, so you immediately struggle hard with the upper half of your body, wrenching your wrists to try and distract him from the way your legs are free to swing into his ribs. But Mando doesn’t fall for your feint a second time. In fact, he seems to have expected it, his leg is more than prepared to hook around the back of your knees and hold you against his body, rolling to the side to throw you underneath him.

You’re pinned on your back with nearly his full weight, unable to do more than weakly punch at what you can reach- unfortunately for you all you can reach is armor. Your cry of anger is cut short when Mando flips onto your front, your chest pressed roughly to the floor of the forest.

The helmet appears over your shoulder, his ragged breathing right by your ear. “T-This okay? You want this?” You can’t find your words to respond with the way you're held so tightly against the earth, so you nod as best you can with one cheek pressed into the ground. Mando snarls something furiously, one hand leaving your back to fumble with his pants and pull his cock out, lining himself up at your soaking entrance and running the head through your folds.

His helmet drops back down to your shoulder, the visor turning and burying itself into the line of your neck and you know that if he weren’t bound by his creed then he would be kissing dark bruises there.

“You know this means I win,” he hisses, pressing his cock to breach your tight opening ever so slightly.

“I-I know.” You whimper weakly.

With that, he fully pushes himself into you and if you weren’t so wet you know his size would be unbearably painful. Instead, the stretch is pure bliss, a slow burning sensation that has a hint of sting to it, his dominance lending to complete submission and all you can do is lay there and take it. There is still the strain you grew to know from when he allowed you to use his body on Nevarro, but something about Mando topping you encourages you to open yourself for him with more ease.

He quickly bottoms out then holds himself till, allowing you to adjust to his size. You’re writhing as much as possible under the way he crushes you to the floor, knees carving grooves in the soft sandy earth.

“Fuck,” Mando grits, teeth clenched together so hard that you swear you can hear the grinding in his jaw. “You’re so fucking tight, fuck.”

The position is hard to maintain on the soft ground, his hands keep sliding ever so slightly on either side of you forcing him to adjust every few seconds. His patience breaks after the third time this happens, a growl crackling through the helmet as he settles his hands on your lower back and hoists his body up, knees planted on either side of your thighs, crushing them together with intense pressure on your clit. Your body is locked tight, pussy clenching harder around his cock when he rises into an upright position.

You let out a genuine scream when he draws back then thrusts sharply into you, pain mixing with pleasure in a manner far more biting than on his ship, when he had let you take control entirely, never even doing so much as to thrust into you. It is almost too much for you but even while you struggle to take his cock, you don’t dare tell him to stop, nor do you want him to stop. You’re so blinded by the stretch that you don’t realize he is speaking until you miss several, distorted words.

“Fuck, why did I wait, why did I wait? I should’ve fuck-fucked you back on the station, approached you in that hangar and made myself fucking clear-” Each gritted word is accentuated by a mean thrust, his dick is so big that he has to shove himself inside of you rather than glide, breaking you open in a way that burns so sweetly. Your legs are held together, knees locked and straight, which doesn’t help how tight you are but you can’t budge at all to open yourself to Mando, his hands pressing down at your lower back so heavily that you’re short of breath.

A garbled moan is forced out of you when Mando grinds his length into your pussy as deep as he can possibly reach, hips smashing against your ass while he pulses inside of you and for a second you think he's cumming. But no- he draws himself from your depths and starts to rut his cock between your cheeks, head resting on your upper back and hands by your head.

A powerful hand wraps under your side and settles at your sternum, pulling you back against his cuirass and lifting so that you end up seated together, fitting against him without even an inch of space between your bodies. His hand lifts your hips, other appendage snaking around to position his cock back at your entrance before allowing gravity to do the work, your legs spreading to rest on either side of his thighs as you sink down on him to the hilt.

Once settled, Mando starts to work you on his cock, lifting you like you weigh no more than a pebble then letting go. The head of his cock slams full force into your pussy with the weight of your entire body, each brutal pounding sending sparks of pleasure up your spine. Lungs free and no longer crushed to the floor, you’re unable to stay quiet, broken sobs and moans puffing from gritted teeth as he takes what he denied himself on his ship, the memory a thousand miles away as your processing center is fucked stupid.

You can’t say how long this goes on for, maybe minutes, maybe hours, but the next thing you know is that your cheek is back on the sand, burning from the way it chaffs against the floor with each rhythmic thrust that claps against your thighs. You’re don’t even know if you’ve cum yet but it doesn’t matter, not with the way he is fucking the life out of you here in the wilderness. Mando is still talking, still uttering filth and praise through the helmet and all you can think about is how badly you want to hear his real voice speaking that way to you, you’re so close to asking him to take it off but you can’t find the words, you can’t think, you can’t-

Abruptly, he grinds to a halt at the deepest point in your body then pulls himself free, pushing your shirt up lighting fast before cumming across your back with a choked exclamation. You’re both still for a second before your knees collapse, landing flat on your belly and gasping desperately. There is a shuffling noise behind you, accompanied with heavy breaths from the bounty hunter. It sounds like he’s rummaging through something then, yeah- your train of thought is confirmed when a wet cloth wipes his pleasure from your skin, gently trailing along your spine and ass.

You reach behind you and hold his wrist, feeling the fluttering pulse there. “I’ll win next time…” You whisper, drawing his hand along the soreness on your bottom, the area he bruised, you suspect. He laughs- or pants you can’t really tell, but either way his touch becomes more gentle on your body, smoothing out the tense muscles and cleaning you up. Today's travels with the man have suddenly caught up to you and you might pass out right here, half clothed and dirty.

“Come on, get up. Don’t sleep here.” Mando firmly states, helping you up and guiding you across the clearing after you pull your leggings up from where they gathered at your ankle. You’re trembling like a leaf, fragile in your spent state but glowing all the same. Mando sets you down on a log and brings you a canteen of water which you gulp down thankfully. He chuckles. “Wait up or I’ll have to drink from the spring.”

That gives you pause, reminding you of something he said while you lay beneath him. You’re slightly nervous to ask but you do it anyway, warm and satisfied on your perch while he cares for you. “You.. When you were, um- fucking me. Well, you said something about how you shouldn’t have waited. Does that mean what I think it means?”

He nods, “I noticed you for other reasons too, burc’ya.”

“Maybe you should’ve fucked me back then.” Taking another gulp then handing the canteen back, you stretch then slide down to sit on the ground with him, back against the log. “You said that word before, ber-borshaw?”

“Burc’ya.”He corrects,“It means friend in Mando’a.”

“Oh.”You cheeks heat, feeling silly and rude for not recognizing the use of his people’s tongue, also noting that he used it to refer to you twice now, endearingly. It is an honor, one that makes you nervous. You feel like you should apologize, somehow. “Y-You speak Mando’a? I’ve never heard you use it before.”

Mando settles against the log, leaning his broad shoulders to rest against the wood near your side. A few moments pass before he responds, “I chose to not use it around the others. Didn’t trust them.”

“Oh, so you trust me?” You giggle, tapping the side of his helmet with your elbow. Questions burn within you and you may as well ask now, in the quiet afterglow of sex where everything is warm and slow. “Why didn’t you trust them if you started the company with Ran? How am I any different?”

“You aren’t ruthless,” he surprises you by answering immediately, and you can’t decide whether you're insulted or not before he continues. “Ruthless and cruel is all that group ended up being, and it didn’t start out that way. We weren’t just mercenaries, we had a code. In the early days, attacking a slave ship would’ve been out of the question. Ran wasn’t always so full of greed.”

Silence falls after he speaks, letting you mull over his explanation for a while while the waterfall rumbles in the background. Really, his perspective confuses you when you think back on your actions as a mercenary. Desperate to climb the ranks, to make a name for yourself, to earn credits and reputation. You suppose you conducted yourself with empathy, avoiding selection for hits that targeted innocent people if you could help it. You never had much choice in the area but it seems your actions spoke louder than realized. So much energy spent to avoid seeming weak and you never considered that your aversion doubled as strength.

“Friend…” You whisper, not of your own accord. The word floats on your tongue, a specter within your vocabulary. In your adulthood you’ve had allies, you’ve had teammates, you’ve had acquaintances, but to have a friend… it terrifies you as much as it warms your heart. You considered yourself partnered professionally with the Mandalorian and didn’t dare to consider yourself lovers, no matter how much you privately hoped. But a friend is a luxury you didn’t hold close, mainly out of fear. You lost too many as a child. For a faceless man he manages to strike areas that are quite intimate.

You decide that you’ll enjoy being his friend, a bit surprised that you aren’t too hurt by what is essentially a romantic rejection of the crush you held for so long. Probably because this is real , solid and built within reality instead of the silly fantasies you built prior.

This is better than lovers, you tell yourself, the slight ache in your heart melting into the background of your desires, behind lock and key for another world.

“I’ll take ‘friend’, Mando.” You grin, extending a hand to him cheekily. He stares for a second before taking it and shaking, helmet tilting in a respectful nod.

His next words send an unexpected pang throughout your chest, taking all the careful walls you worked hard to set up and throwing them into a blazing inferno.

“Let’s see where it goes.”

Fuck.

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Leather boots prance lightly through thick branches high in the trees, footfalls landing silently with all the grace of an athlete. Through the delicate glasses perched on the pursuers nose, a red glow blooms on the shadowy floor of the swamp, two sets of footprints lighting up to reveal a steady path made by the travelers. A musical giggle bubbles out of the darkly dressed woman as she pulls a small holo-watch from her bag and straps it onto her wrist, pale light mixing with her lavender skin, transforming it into a sickly grey.

Xi’an claps a hand over her mouth to prevent her cackle from ringing through the trees as her plan takes form.

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Good Thing This Job Has Benefits.

AN: I wrote this in one day, I’ve developed a hyperfixation on The Walten Files, so you get to enjoy this absolute mess I’ve made.

You can also read it here on AO3. There’s no romance, it’s a gender neutral, nameless reader fict. There’s no death, because I am NOT about to write angst about a happy family :(

When I had you to myself, I didn't want you around. Those pretty faces always made you stand out in a crowd.

The gravel under my tires crunched as I drove through the night, bopping and tapping the steering wheel to the beat of the song, singing along. It was late, most likely near or after nine PM, but I wasn’t about to take my eyes off the road to check. That’s just asking for trouble.

But someone picked you from the bunch, one glance was all it took. Now it's much too late for me to take a second look.

New job, it’s been going great! I wouldn’t have thought I’d get to use my programming degree so soon, but I’m so happy I got this job. Sure, it’s for a kid’s burger joint, but there’s animatronics and other stuff, plus that finance minor rocketed me straight to an assistant manager position!

Oh, baby, give me one more chance, to show you that I love you. Won't you please let me, Back in your heart.

In the distance I could see a pair of headlights and slowed my car a bit and moved a bit to the side to provide them more room. These roads were narrow and I really didn’t think I wanted to get into a car crash and have to deal with that with what’s left of my savings and likely my first check.

Oh, darlin', I was blind to let you go (Let you go, baby) But now since I see you in his arms (I want you back)

The thought ‘That car looks like it’s moving really fast- too fast’ is the last thought in my head as the car got close, too close to stop the car or move away, there’s a ditch and trees on my side of the road. My hand hit the horn hard, blaring, but they served and-

CRASH!!!

Yes, I do now, I want you back. Ooh, ooh, baby, I want you back.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I want you back. Na, na, na, na.

When I come back to, I’m upside down, held up by my seat belt. Ho-ly-shit. I got into a fucking car crash.

Oh shit! I got into a car crash- The other car! I struggle to turn to look out the window and I see the other car against the guard rail. It’s hard to get a good look at the other car, seeing how I’m upside down and in the goddamn ditch, but I need to get out of the car.

I instinctually went for the pocket at the door, looking for my seatbelt cutter, but it had fallen out. Thanks, gravity. Thankfully, it’s on the roof of the car and I grabbed it before grabbing the handle of the door, pushing it open before I pressed my free arm against the roof of the car and-

“ FUCK! ” I yell, feeling the pain shooting up my arm and shoulder. Holy fuck, why did it hurt so bad?! We’re in the middle of the woods and I can’t remember the last home I passed and my car is upside down.

Either someone comes or I’ve got a long walk. I grit my teeth and cut the seat belt, falling head first into the ceiling and then out the door, tumbling until my butt hit grass. I flung the seatbelt cutter to the side and struggled up, using my door as support before I had to climb up the slippery slope of the ditch and onto the road.

My more useful arm held the other to my chest as I limped. Just about everything hurts. My chest, my shoulder, my leg, my face. Why did this have to happen? I was having such a good night, and now I’m in a wreck and about to give this jackass a piece of my mind. If he’s not dead.

I got closer to the car and looked inside. The man was unconscious, leaning against the steering wheel. I looked to the back instinctually, not expecting to see two terrified children! Oh god, wait- No, they’re alive. They’re looking at me.

I pulled open the driver door, still looking back at the kids, “Uh… Hey. Are you kids okay?” I asked, leaning down to look at them better. A boy and a girl, clearly siblings. They were sniffling and crying, but nodded, “Is this your dad?” I asked, pointing at the unconscious man. The car reeks of booze.

“N-No…” The boy sniffled, “He’s our uncle!”

“Okay, okay… Well, I’m gonna get us to help.” I said and went over to the passenger side, opening it up. The paint was scratched and the panels dented, but the car was still running. It would be shorter to keep going the way I came from, the city and a hospital is that way.

I reached over and wrapped my arm around the unconscious man’s chest, dragging him over into the passenger seat where there were beer bottles on the floor. Not even a seatbelt? He’s lucky he didn’t die.

I buckled him in and shut the door, walking back around to the driver’s seat before getting in and shutting the door. I tested my foot on the gas and hand on the wheel, my other arm resting in my lap.

Thank god the car still worked! I just started driving, the car feeling quite literally fucked as it went over the road, but it’s a working car!

It was perhaps ten or fifteen minutes down the road, “Um… So, what’s your guys’ names?” I asked, looking back at them through the crooked rear view mirror. They must have been so terrified. They were just in a car crash, and now their jackass drunk uncle was unconscious and a stranger was in the car with them.

“I’m Edd… She’s Molly…” Edd said, his sister was holding a grey bunny toy. Looked like one of those prize stuffed animals we keep at Bon’s Burgers prize counter, but it wasn’t blue or purple, and the restaurant hasn’t been opened yet.

I introduced myself and really focused on the road, “That’s a really cool bunny. It’s like the ones we have at my work.” I said, smiling, “Ever heard of Bon’s Burgers?”

The girl looked confused, “Y-Yes? Our dad works there.” She said. Oh no, were they my co-worker’s kids? Which co-worker?

“O-Oh? What’s your dad’s name?” I asked, glancing over at the man in the passenger seat. I couldn’t see him very well in the dark car, but I could hear his deep breathing and slight snoring.

“His name is Jack Walten. Our mom is Rosie!” Edd said, and for a moment I thought I was going to get into another accident. Jack… Walten…?

My boss's kids?!

“Ha-Ha, oh wow… Small work. I started working there. Today was my first day, actually…” I said, muttering a few swears under my breath, “I met Jack! Um… Do either of you know his phone number…? We’re gonna need it when we get to the hospital.”

The boy nods and I sighed- Wait, if these are Jack’s kids, then the man...

Another glance. We’re getting to the part of the road with street lights. I recognize those glasses. This was my other boss, wasn’t it? Please don’t say it is, I just crashed into my bosses’ car. Wait, no, he crashed into me! This wasn’t my fault!

The bastard is too drunk and irresponsible. He could have killed himself, the two kids, or even myself! For god sakes my car is in a ditch!

“Let’s just… Listen to some music, okay?” I offered and put on the radio, driving with my knee for the moment since my injured arm was starting to go numb. It better not be broken, I swear to god.

Once we got into the city I went straight to the hospital, parking in the emergency parking lot. “Okay, can you guys walk?” I asked, unbuckling my belt to look at both of them. They opened their doors and the girl winced.

“My ankle hurts!” She cried. Edd thankfully didn’t seem too injured, but he had a burn from the seat belt.

“Okay, okay. Hold on, I’ll carry you.” I said and got out. My leg felt like it was covered with biting fire ants, but I wasn’t about to leave her alone for them to just get a wheelchair.

I bent down and she reached up, one hand clutching the stuffed bunny as she wrapped her arm around my neck and I held her up on my hip, my only good arm holding her up, “Okay, okay, okay.” I mumbled softly and the boy was by my side, “Okay, grab my hand.” I said, offering my injured hand. I didn’t care that it hurt, I knew he was putting on a brave face.

He took my hand and I walked them both in. The tired nurse at the desk looked up at us and looked terrified before she quickly called for help, “We have another in the car. The black one out front.” I said, “We were just in a car crash.”

“Oh my god!” She said as more nurses came, one that had a gurney and I put the girl up on top and the boy got to sit in a wheelchair, “Are you their mother?” The nurse asked as one of the other nurses tried to sit me down in a wheelchair as well.

“No… I’m the one their uncle crashed into.” I said and reluctantly sat down. I didn’t realize how fast my heart was beating, it must explain all of the wandering thoughts that clouded my mind.

I was brought to the same room that they were, but curtains separated me from them. Doctors and nurses came shortly and my vision grew quite spotty. Information was exchanged, my nearest relative was an hour away and it was late, so it’s a toss up if they got the call.

One of the children gave a nurse the phone number to their home, and already my head was coming up with the worst thoughts of what would happen. Will I be fired? Is he going to sue me? I’m probably just as guilty as Felix in his eyes.

Speaking of Felix, if Jack doesn’t fire me he will! If he doesn’t get arrested.

“Pardon me…” One of the nurses said, drawing my attention, “We need to cut off your shirt. Your arm is likely dislocated and we don’t want to move it.”

Oh god, if they cut off this shirt I’ll have to pay 25 dollars to get another. “Um… No, it’s my only uniform.” I said and with my one good arm undid the buttons before another nurse pulled from my uninjured side and I pulled it the rest of the way off, letting the nurse take it.

Unfortunately, pants and shoes too, but I got a nifty gown and now they could resume looking me over. What I didn’t appreciate was them having to pop my arm back into place, that was awful.

They had to bandage up my cuts and test me for brain damage (just a mild concussion) and put my arm in a sling, my ribs were also likely fractured. Molly's ankle had to be splinted as it was strained and Edd had a slight concussion.

At least I got to change back into a spare set of plain clothes that they happened to have, but that required a nurse's help with the newly relocated arm that ached and hurt when I moved it.

Felix hadn’t been brought to our same room, and an officer came to question us. I told the whole story, and just to be sure they breathalyzed me. Unlike a certain driver I blew a 0.0 BAC.

Our stories matched up and they pulled back the curtains to allow us to see each other and talk. They were still shaken up, but they were told their mom and dad were on their way a while ago. Great. I’m just glad their parents were still awake and were on their way, even though I knew there was going to be so much to talk about and I was going to have to justify myself to both of the worried and likely angry parents.

I talked to them about school and what they liked to do, how they just came from a school party. Molly was excited to have her friends sign her ‘cast’ and Edd thought he would be the coolest kid in school for surviving a car crash.

I remembered being their age and smiled and nodded along as I was put on a low grade painkiller and we were given water to drink. After about 20 minutes I could hear a commotion and a man and two women calling out for the two children. They called back and moments later a frazzled looking man, my boss Jack Walten and his wife Rosemary, along with his worried looking teen daughter Sophie rounded the corner of the doorway and in that moment I had never seen anyone look so relieved.

The reunion was toothrottingly sweet, all five hugging and just overjoyed to see their children okay and alive. I couldn’t help but smile, even though it felt like I was intruding on something that should have been private.

Edd brought me up and Molly joined in, the both of them talking at once and practically over each other as they tried to explain everything that happened. I’m not sure if their parents or sister fully understood, but what was grasped was that Felix crashed into me, and I drove them to the hospital.

Both Jack and Rosemary looked at me and I awkwardly waved. He looked confused, like he recognized me but unsure from where, “Hi, boss…” I said, introducing myself for the second time that day.

We only met for ten minutes earlier today, but his eyes widened in surprise. “You… Felix crashed into you?” He asked, “And you got my children to safety?”

I timidly nodded. Please, please don’t be angry.

The officer presented himself and cleared his throat, “Your employee here was driving home when Mr. Kraken, who was intoxicated, who was driving the other way crashed into them and knocked them from the road into the ditch while Mr. Kraken’s car hit the guardrail.” The officer explained.

“I um… I was upside down but cut myself free and climbed out to check on the other car, and I saw that he had Molly and Edd in the back and my car wasn’t about to get out of the ditch any time soon so I just… drove them here.” I finished, punctuating the end by nervously drinking the rest of my water.

“He was drunk?!” Rosemary said, stunned and clearly angry. The officer nodded while Jack’s fist clenched, clearly enraged. I would be just as shocked and angry if I had children and they were put in danger by someone who’s supposed to be their friend.

I should probably be just as angry that some drunk asshole- who is my boss no less- nearly killed me, but I was just glad that we were all still alive. Sure, my car is fucked, and so is about 50% of my body (exaggerating), but my bones will heal and I’ll repair my car or get a new one. I mean, that’s what insurance is for, right?

What I didn’t expect out of all of this was to be hugged by Rosemary. Oh yeah, it fucking hurt but I just kept that to myself. She sniffled and I awkwardly patted her back with my one good arm, “Thank you for keeping them safe…” She said quietly.

“I-It was nothing, really.” I said timidly, “I wasn’t about to leave them alone.”

“Nothing? You saved them!” Jack said and shook my hand when his wife pulled away to dry her eyes and hug all of her children once more, “I can’t ever thank you enough for what you did for my family. I… I couldn’t stomach the thought if…”

I gave him a reassuring squeeze of his hand and he clasped my good shoulder, “It sucks that this happened in the first place but… I’m just glad everyone is alive…” I said, giving a nervous smile.

“Is he alive?” Jack asked, looking at the officer as he let go of my hand and shoulder.

“Yes, he is. We will be pressing charges, he blew above a 0.3.” The officer responded and Jack nodded, seemingly ‘pleased’ with that.

After exchanging contact information and addresses with both Jack and myself he departed, leaving the family to resume their reunion. I smiled awkwardly and looked away awkwardly, scratching my neck.

I haven’t heard anything about my relative having called or if they were coming, so I could only assume I wouldn’t be getting a ride from them. Or a ride tonight at all.

For a moment I was lost in my head, feeling a bit too sorry for myself. I moved all the way out here because there were jobs and rent was cheap, but I was so far from my family and friends, and even though I helped their children would I even still have a job?

I refilled my paper cup and sipped on the cold water before a nurse came to let us all know that after a final check over, we would be set to go home in an hour or so. Great, I better start making calls or something.

For a moment I didn’t realize that Rosemary was talking to me. I looked up as she repeated my name, “U-Uh yeah?” I said, looking a little confused.

“Do you have a ride home…?” She asked. Ah, oh no. I’m not about to ask these clearly exhausted parents for a ride home, I could only imagine they just wanted to get home and be with their children.

“No… But I can get one, don’t worry.” I said, but Jack shook his head.

“Nonsense, it’s the least we could do. You look like you need some sleep.” He said, making me chuckle.

“So do you two.” I laugh, “Really, you don’t need to. I’ll get a hold of someone eventually. Really!”

Rosemary shook her head, “No way, sincerely it wouldn’t be a bother. Where do you live?” She asked, and I reluctantly gave my street address, “Oh, you live just a bit down the way from us!” She said. Looks like it’s out of the question.

The doctor came and checked us all over one last time before giving me a prescription slip for painkillers for the next week and a half and we were permitted to leave. Jack carried his daughter while Rosemary held her son’s hand and I followed behind them.

I won’t lie, I’m pretty damn nervous. Checking out of the hospital took a little while as well, but soon we were free to go. That will be a fun bill to pay.

Rosemary sat in the back with the children, not giving me any chance to protest as I had to sit in the passenger seat next to Jack. Edd and Molly were clearly tired, cuddling up to their mother as Jack turned on the car and carefully pulled out.

It was incredibly clear that Jack was very, very focused on the road, not wanting to get his family into a car accident as well. I couldn’t imagine what he was thinking, but I was just so glad that this didn’t end in tears.

The car ride to their home was mostly quiet, only some light conversation made. Jack was interested to know how I enjoyed my first day on the job.

“It’s been exciting…” I chuckled and he laughed softly, but I wasn’t all that comfortable or any less nervous. I did just want to get home and rest, because tomorrow morning I likely had to call my insurance and figure out how I’ll be getting to and from work.

If there even was a job anymore. With one half of the business owners likely going to jail I didn’t know if Jack would take on the massive workload, or if he would even want me to work there anymore.

“We’re here.” Jack let them know.

We pulled into their driveway and Sophie was the first to get out to help her mother take her siblings into the house with Jack telling them that he would be right back after he dropped me off.

“Have a good night, everyone…” I smiled and waved at them. Edd and Molly sleepily waved back before they went inside and shut the door.

It was surreal, everything that had happened. And now I was alone with my boss as he started to drive towards my home.

“I can’t believe he happened to crash into you…” Jack said and I nodded silently, “I could never thank you enough… You… I just can’t believe…” His voice cracked and he brought his hand up to wipe his cheeks.

“I’m sorry this happened… I’m just glad your children are safe…” I said, fidgeting with a stray string on my pants, unsure if I should pat his back or would that be too far? “You have a beautiful family, Jack, I’m sorry that you’re having to drive me home…”

“Don’t be sorry, you drove them to the hospital with a dislocated arm! I couldn’t imagine what it was like, being run off the road and into a ditch, upside down!” He said and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“To be honest, it was like a dream. One moment he’s coming towards me and I move aside since the road is pretty narrow, the next I see that he’s a bit too close over to my side and then finally I’m upside down in the ditch.”

“And- It was you! Who would have thought that my new employee would be the one to get hit.” He said, smiling softly, “Oh and don’t you worry about rushing back into work! I will be paying you your wages, you helped my family out, I’m going to help you too.”

“You-You really don’t have to do that. I’ll be okay!” I insisted, but he shook his head. He wasn’t having it.

“I want to, you don’t understand how stressed and worried we were…” He said, “I called Felix over 20 times, I thought the worst had happened and I… I started to lose hope I would ever see them again.”

“He’s going to jail for this, no doubt…” I said, “Will you be taking over the business…?”

“Yeah… It’ll be a lot but I think I have someone who I can rely on to help.” He said, smiling.

“Oh, good! I’ll try my best to pull my own weight.” I said, smiling, “I know you guys took a big risk hiring me fresh out of college but-”

“I- It’s you!” He said, “I know you just started, but your finance and programming degree is going to be a massive help!”

“Wha…?” I gaped at him. Me? Did I get a promotion? “I would be honored to help!” I smiled. I think I just became a manager or something, I’ll figure that out when I go back to work.

I pointed out my house and he pulled up in front, “I won’t let you down, I promise.” I gleamed and he smiled, holding his hand out for me to shake.

I did, not expecting him to pull me in for a hug. Looks like this was a really huggy family, it was pretty similar to my own family. “I know you won’t. Would you mind if you gave me your number so we can speak tomorrow? I imagine Edward and Molly would like to hear that you’re okay.” He asked.

I nodded and waited until he got a pen and a small black book to put my number in it before I opened the door, “I’ll speak to you soon, then… Have a good night, boss.” I smiled and he laughed.

“Just call me Jack. Really.” He said, “Have a good night.” I nodded and got out before shutting the door, walking to the front door. I grabbed the spare key from the mail box and gave one last wave after I unlocked the door. He flicked his high beams at me before he started to back up and I opened the door, shutting and locking it behind me.

It’s been a really strange night.

#the walten files #twf #jack walten #Rosemary Walten #Edward walten #Molly Walten #Sophie Walten #Reader #gender neutral y/n #No romance #No smut #Gen #Alcoholism

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damejudyhench · 4 years ago

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Many thanks to @captastra @strangefable @jumpship90 and @kourumi for your writing prompts from the “touch” meme! They went together really nicely, so I’ve combined them into one fic. I hope you enjoy 😊

the prompts were:

2. Running fingers through hair

16. Massaging them

17. Holding the other’s chin up

32. Caressing the other’s back

34. Washing the other’s body

this is so indulgent to me, it’s sfw but I’m still sitting here like 😳😳😳

tags: canon-typical injury, blood, mention of corporal punishment, bathing kink, lying

Max took forever in the shower. It was a fact of life, a law of nature, as inevitable as gravity. Whether it was a trauma reaction to his time in Tartarus, his determination to prove that if cleanliness was next to Lawfulness then he was the most Lawful person on board, or simple vanity; once he was in there, it was almost impossible to get him out. Nyoka, the newest member of their crew, could pound on the door all she wanted; she might as well be cussing out gravity itself.

So Pearl let him be for longer than she might have, but eventually concern started to nag at her. Max was hurt; a larger than average mantis had caught them unawares while they were scavenging the canyon that lay outside of Stellar Bay. They’d all been left worse for wear, but Max had taken the brunt of it, and he’d staggered back to the Unreliable with his face pale, swearing through gritted teeth as he clutched his arm to his chest in the position of maximal stability that signified a fracture or worse. He might need her help. After a few cautious knocks on the bulkhead, followed by a few less cautious, Pearl used her Captain’s override and pushed inside.

Max rounded on her like a wounded animal cornered in its lair. Shirtless, his injured arm strapped against his chest, his other hand held his razor. His jaw was still more than half covered in shaving foam, and she could see a fine thread of bright red blood trickling down the skin of his throat.

“Yes, I am still using the bathroom! Architect forfend someone on this ship might actually possess any standards of decency…”

Screw him.

“Mind you don’t cut yourself,” she snarled back, and left him to his own devices.

Around five minutes later, as she lay on her bunk scanning through an old data pad, there was a knock at the door. Max stood in the gangway, his towel draped around his neck, a sheepish expression on his face.

“I apologise… and I would appreciate your assistance, Pearl. If you’re not too busy, of course.” His tone was courteous, but his face was tight and drawn, and she knew he must be in pain despite the strapping.

“Any time, Max.”

In the shower, she took the towel and the razor gently from his hand and set them on the sink, then turned to face him. His shoulder was bruised an ugly purple and red, fading to deep brown beneath his collarbone where it was dented and distorted. It looked sore as hell, and Pearl sucked her breath through her teeth in sympathy.

She pushed him gently back until he was sitting on the toilet, then took his canidfeather brush and applied a new coat of lather to his face. She shaved him with slow, even strokes, pausing occasionally to grasp his chin and tilt his head from side to side and then back so that she could check her progress. Max looked throughout as though he wanted to say something, but as in love with the sound of his own voice as he was, he kept still to avoid injury.

When she was done, she wiped his face clean with his towel and stepped back to admire her handiwork. Max got to his feet and shuffled toward the shower

“Of all the damned bones one might break, this has to be the worst… I can scarcely do anything by myself,” he grumbled.

“It’s the most commonly broken bone in the body,” Pearl replied mildly. Max had hang ups about injury, about physical weakness. He took it as a sign that he was straying from the path; or worse, that his path lead to destruction. Pearl knew because she’d been raised that way herself. Those who were meant to survive, survived.

That was how her job had worked. She’d treated those whose benefit to their corporation had outweighed the cost of their treatment. Of course, ultimately it was down to the Plan who survived and who didn’t, the corps were kind of a middleman, but the OSI said that was ok because the corps being in charge was down to the Plan too. It was a whole system based on a lie so obvious she couldn’t understand how she’d once believed it, or how so many people still did. Including the man in front of her, who was self conscious about asking for help when he’d broken his collarbone.

She locked the door, unfastened his pants and eased them down over his hips along with his shorts. She made a neat pile of his clothing, then reached for the sling that held his arm.

“You want to take this off or keep it?”

“I’d rather it remain dry.”

“Ok… you ready?”

She let Max brace himself, with his good arm supporting the other, then gently released the sling and added it to the pile. Max flinched, but nodded when she glanced at him. Pearl activated the shower, sending warm water streaming down over his body. She smiled at the sight of him. His hair fell forward into his eyes, and he gave a deep sigh of pleasure.

Pearl stepped back and frowned. It was going to be tough to wash him properly without getting herself soaked in the process. And Max hadn’t been able to shower for a few days, which would have been a torment to him. If she was going to do it, she ought to do it right. Besides, it wasn’t as though they hadn’t seen each other naked before. She undressed quickly, adding her clothing to his own, then bent to pick up the soap and the washcloth. Max’s eyes were wide, and whatever he’d wanted to say before seemed to have gone from his mind entirely. He saw that she was watching him, and hurriedly looked away.

The air was warm and steamy; the water pleasant on her skin. She soaped Max’s shoulders, his chest, carefully avoiding the injured area, then worked her way down his arms. His muscles were tight beneath his skin, and she dug in a little and squeezed, working out the knots in his body. He had thick, strong fingers that were just long enough to be elegant, she thought as she washed his hands. She went to her knees to do his legs, and noticed that his cock twitched a little, but when she looked up at him his eyes were closed, and he seemed quite lost in the moment.

“Spin around,” she said, getting back to her feet. Max frowned, and he once again avoided meeting her gaze.

“I’ll be fine now. Thank you.”

“What? You’re kidding. There’s no way you can use that fancy stick with the sponge on it… I’ll do your back, I don’t mind.”

Max gave a pointed sigh and turned, but she noticed the droop in his neck, the way he squeezed his eyes tightly shut. Strangely, he looked frightened.

His broad back was a lattice of scars, and Pearl brought her hand up to her mouth to avoid gasping or otherwise making a sound.

“I haven’t seen it in a while… is it still as bad as I remember?” Max said bitterly.

“They did this to you? In prison?”

“Where else? I can’t remember what I did to earn it. I was hardly a model prisoner, not at first anyway.”

“It’s just scars, Max. You’ve got those grazes on your chest, some on your legs… it’s not that different.”

“It is different,” he hissed. “Because they broke me.”

“They… broke you?”

Max looked away. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“You were in prison for heresy, right? And look what you did as soon as you got out. You went straight after the journal, just as heretical as you were before. They didn’t break you.”

On impulse, she hugged him. Her arms around his waist and her chest against his back, both of them slippery with soap.

“You’re stubborn, Max. They could drop Groundbreaker on your head and you’d get up and keep right on going after the Equation.”

He laughed, a sound that was rare and delightful in its rarity, and relaxed beneath her touch as she ran the cloth over his back.

“You have a way with words, Pearl. And you may have a point. Nevertheless, I must ask that you don’t tell the rest of the crew.”

“Your secret’s safe with me… now sit down for this last part.”

Max settled himself on the tiled floor, bracing with his good arm. He leaned back against her legs, a pleasant sensation with his warm wet skin and the solid weight of him. She ran her fingers through his hair, rinsing out the worst of the sweat and the dust, then reached for the elegant glass bottle she’d had her eye on ever since the first time she’d set foot in his cabin.

Max’s voice carried a tone of warning. “That one’s expensive, you only need a purpleberry sized amount - a fucking purpleberry sized amount, good Law!” Pearl laughed and ignored him, pouring the rich, sweet smelling shampoo into her palm. She lathered his hair, breathing in the scent of lavender and nearmint and Max. His hair was thick and soft, and he groaned in pleasure as she alternated between running her fingers through it and massaging his scalp.

When he was clean from tip to tail she helped him to his feet, let the water rinse over him. Finally, with a nod that mixed pleasure and regret, he was done. She towelled him off and helped him dress and reapply his sling, ran a comb through his hair. She doubted it was to his usual standard, but it kept it out of his eyes.

“Good as new, Max. So listen… our field guide, Nyoka, she’s got something she wants to do that she needs a crew for. If we help her out, she’s gonna give us a big discount in return. So I figure we do her thing, let you rest up, then once you’re all healed we can head out. I’ll find my broker, you can find your… scholar.”

“My scholar,” Max murmured. He took her hand, and for a moment Pearl was again convinced that he was going to say something, but instead he squeezed her tightly. “Thank you, Captain.”

#the outer worlds #vicar max #maximilian desoto #vicar max/the captain #captain Pearl jenkins #prompt fic #my fic #the outer worlds fic #it’s called ‘most commonly broken’ cause I’m a pretentious fuck

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