#i did really like top thrill when i rode it how it was before though

[zukos-tiny-burnt-ear]

Ok I'm literally vibrating with excitement over this piece of news so I'm gonna talk about it here (sorry long post)

So, if you're a thrill ride/amusement park enthusiast and/or are from Ohio (particularly the Sandusky area), you've probably heard a couple years ago when Cedar Point had a malfunction with their tallest roller coaster, Top Thrill Dragster, and had to shut it down for the season. The next season it did not reopen, and the park announced the ride as we know it would not be opening again. Since then (which I believe was the 2022 season), there's been a lot of construction around the site of the coaster, and lots of speculation done by fans as to what would happen to the ride. The only info we were given was that they were working on coming up with "a new formula for thrills" for the 2024 season

Some background info, Top Thrill is the first of its kind, known as a strata coaster, or a full circuit roller coaster with a max height (or drop) between 400-499 feet. Top Thrill has one huge hill that measures in at 420 feet tall (very intimidating to look at lol, but also very iconic). So Top Thrill, along with several other coasters at the park (such as Maverick, or Millennium Force) were designed by the Swiss manufacturer Intamin. Intiman's rides (at least at CP) are known for being really popular, but a bit problematic, either slow moving lines, or they face a lot of down time and maintenance issues. Eventually Cedar Fair as a company (the ones who own Cedar Point, Kings Island, and many other parks in North America) stopped working with Intamin entirely, particularly after a failed water ride was put in at Cedar Point (this was Shoot the Rapids, which operated from 2010-2015). Anyway, since the park is no longer working with Top Thrill's original manufacturer, they decided to turn to a new one for revamping the ride, and are now working with Zamperla

So like I said, a lot of enthusiasts have been speculating on what the park has planned for this beloved coaster. The general consensus based on what we can see construction-wise at the park and by satellite view, is that they would be adding a large vertical spike to the ride, and making it a multi-launch ride

(For reference, that'd look something like this)

Nothing had been confirmed by the park or the manufacturer, but a couple weeks ago, Cedar Point posted on their official Instagram that they would be officially announcing what they were doing with the ride on August 1st. However, today (July 31st), Zamperla jumped the gun and made a blog post about the ride (though they've since deleted it, a lot of enthusiasts saw it already). And the plan is in fact to add a 420-foot-tall vertical spike, doing a 3-launch system (first forward, then back, the forward and over the top-hat)

Personally, I was hoping they may have done something different, as those sort of launches intimidate me lolol, but I'm excited to see the finished product and hopefully get a chance to ride when they unveil it next season!

[the-technicolor-whiscash]

Ok so anyway. Busch Gardens Tampa coasters. I went on Iron Gwazi, SheiKra, Tigris, Kumba, Cheetah Hunt, Cobra’s Curse, and Montu.

Iron Gwazi was great probably one of my top 10 coasters honestly. It’s the first hybrid coaster I’ve ever ridden but I think it combines wood and steel in a way to make the best of both. I do miss the sound that you get from a wood coaster but like it’s a great ride so I can live without it. The style of restraints and some of the inversions actually reminded me of velocicoaster in a way in how they use airtime and all that jazz. Plus with the restraints the way they are (over the lap only) you aren’t banging the shit out of your head like in other rides, though I don’t know if you’d even be doing that on Gwazi cause it’s so smooth. Really enjoyed it.

SheiKra is a classic. Nothing too special nowadays but it is absolutely the quintessential dive coaster. And despite the age on it it didn’t feel super rough, it felt like you were soaring around. A vertical dive is always a cool element you can’t go wrong with em, and the splashdown isn’t super necessary but makes for totally sick pictures and allows you to ruin the day of unwitting bystanders. Even though it’s nothing you wouldn’t get out of a newer dive coaster, I think SheiKra’s place as the first dive coaster in America and as such a quality ride cements it as a classic in coaster history.

Tigris I would describe as difficult. I did not like it I’m not gonna lie, I know that style of launch coaster is popular rn cause it takes up such a small footprint and yet has some style to it but it hurt, it felt slow as you were going around the top of the loop, and the restraints were weird. The plastic ‘comfort strap’ that goes over your shoulders actually did the opposite to me because at my height it just kept hitting me in the ears cause it’s like a stiff plastic right at ear height. I don’t think I would care to ride it again like if someone asked me to go on it with them I would but I would not ride it again on my own.

Kumba hurt. I liked a lot of the features of it, the fact it roared was really sick I’ve never seen anything like that on a coaster before and I knew the name of the ride meant roar but when the ride actually roared I was like holy shit that’s so cool I love that. The interlocking corkscrews were fun (I’m a sucker for a corkscrew) and the fact the lift hill went through the loop is always a cool gimmick. The problem is the ride is 30 years old and, as expected, has gotten rough with age. It really slams you around and so I was dizzy coming off of it in a way I haven’t felt since the first time I rode the Hulk. A cool ride, but I think it needs some kind of major refurbishment or something because she hurt like a son of a gun. Like SheiKra I think that it’s another one of those quintessential rides with a historical value, but unlike SheiKra I think Kumba needs some help to keep up.

Cheetah Hunt was fun. Again, nothing over the top (which ik is a criticism of a lot of Busch gardens coasters, that they’re really fun and smooth and a great ride but lacking in the truly spectacular thrills), but I think it’s a great choice if you’re looking for baby’s first big coaster. With the fact it’s a launch coaster the launches are wicked smooth and it makes for a great smooth ride, again similar to velocicoaster or motorbike adventure at universal. Cheetah Hunt has absolutely nothing on the thrills velocicoaster has to offer, and I think the velocicoaster restraints really add to the ride, but I think Cheetah Hunt is better than motorbike adventure because it has inversions and you can see animals from it. It’s a good ride. Wouldn’t wait super long for it, but hell if I had a few extra minutes I’d ride it.

Cobra’s Curse is just a souped-up wild mouse with a near miss and some Egyptian theming but I actually had a lot of fun on it. Again, not a thrilling ride, but the fact the cars can spin just makes for such a good time. You never really know what it’s gonna do and since it’s a feature not on other coasters it makes it a lot more interesting of an experience, especially in a park without a ton of flat rides and afaik no dark rides. Sometimes you just want a ride that’s fun. You don’t always need heart-pounding thrills. It’s good.

Montu surprised me. I love inverted coasters but I was hesitant about Montu because of its age and after my experience on Kumba and past experiences on the Hulk I was like mmm I don’t know, I like B&M inverted coasters but I don’t wanna be hurt. But it was actually great. It was shockingly smooth, and the number of inversions kept you guessing. It never felt like it was just throwing you around, it was like you were soaring from moment to moment and it was great. I got on Montu tired with low expectations and got off Montu ready to ride it again. There’s a reason why it’s managed to stay on the top 50 list of best coasters, cause it’s just a plain good ride.

Out of the coasters I went on I think my favorites were Iron Gwazi, SheiKra, and Montu. Gwazi cause it’s such a cool new ride style I would recommend anyone who has the opportunity to try riding an RMC hybrid cause they slap (I know there’s one at six flags New England as well as one at six flags over Texas to name a few if you’re in those markets) and it’s a great, thrilling ride unlike anything you’ve ever seen before. SheiKra is a classic, just a plain good coaster which is super enjoyable I wish I had gone on it a second time. And Montu was a great ride, it hit well in the spots that matter and shows you everything a B&M inverted coaster can be. Honorable mention is Cobra’s Curse like I said it wasn’t super thrill-worthy but it was just plain fun.

I’ll defo go back again (hopefully soon) and see if my opinions change on re-ride, these are just first impressions after a long day of coasters.

[rspberryberet]

all mine.

in which party life just isn’t for you, and jack is just fine with that.

kinda unfinished lowkey, smutty but not tew much it never escalates yk, friends to lovers

It was the night of Jack’s release party for his new album, and you were not thrilled. It wasn’t that you weren’t all for supporting him, no, no. Far from that. It was the party part of it all.

Parties made you overstimulated and overwhelmed more often than not, and given that Jack was known throughout the industry for his ragers; you were certain this would be no different than the rest.

Nevertheless, you let Neelam drag you along with her as you rode to his penthouse in a cramped limousine as Neelam had invited some of her friends whom you knew nothing of or about. And god were they loud. You were already beginning to get irritated and you hadn’t even arrived yet.

And when you did, her friends only got even louder. And it didn’t help that they were handed shots the moment they walked in, which you declined and to which Neelam said, “Don’t be a prude, Y/n.” You rolled your eyes, declining the shot anyways.

As you all wandered deeper into the party, the harder it was to keep up. And soon, Neelam and the others had dissolved into the crowd of sweaty, dancing couples and friends. It took a while for you to find a familiar face, and you were glad that it wasn’t just any face. It was Jack’s.

“I didn’t think you’d come.” He said with a smirk, looking you up and down with intent. He sure wasn’t complaining about your presence that was for sure. “Why not?” You asked, returning the smirk though yours was far less lust driven than his, yours was sweet and genuine as was his… sort of.

“You don’t seem like the type.” He responded, though you could barely hear him over the music. You shrugged, like it was all fine. You didn’t want him to think any less of you because you weren’t like the other girls he liked; extroverted and party animals. Your head was pounding and reeling but you still managed to get out— “Congratulations on the album though.”

You attempted to walk off but Jack stopped you in your tracks, “Have you had anything to drink? You look drunk, Y/n.” He said worriedly, holding up your unstable body with his hand on your lower back, which made you all squirmy inside. “I’m fine, I just need a minute J.” You practically whispered, your voice light and airy. He wasn’t buying it.

He grabbed your hand, interlocking the both of your fingers so you wouldn’t get separated from him in crowd. He pulled you into a nearby restroom, absentmindedly forgetting to lock the door behind him. “Jack, I’m flattered but I don’t think I can—” He laughed, realizing what you thought was about to happen. “I brought you in here to see what’s up with you. I really get around that much, huh?” He chuckled as you pulled down the toilet cover, sitting down for the first time in hours.

“So what’s up?” He finally asked, you opened your mouth to respond but he could already tell what was bound to come out. “And before you say ‘nothing’ I saw the way you were looking out there, you looked drunk out of your mind and I know you’re not the drinking type.”

You sighed before beginning hesitantly, “Just— overwhelmed. I hate to be the person that’s never down to this type of stuff. And I knew how important it was to you, but with all the noise on top of the pressure to drink— I just couldn’t.”

“God, not to mention the fucking must. This whole party needs on some deodorant.” This made Jack burst out laughing, so much so that he almost became to cry, his face beet red. If his smile was contagious his laugh was even more contagious, you soon began dying laughing as well, flattered that he found you funny.

Finally, the two of you calmed down and all that was heard was small giggles from your side of the bathroom. Jack stared at you in admiration with a grin spread across his lips and you felt the urge to cover up, feeling vulnerable under his gaze. “Whattt?” You slurred.

“You’re beautiful.” He said plainly, the drained, shocked expression on your face only making him smile at you even more. For a moment, there was silence. A nice silence.

Jack leaned down towards you, his hand resting behind your head searching your desperate, wide eyes for any signs of hesitation. “Kiss me, please.” You whimpered, leaning in towards his body.

With that his lips slammed into yours, as you moaned into the hips, your lips seemingly made for one another’s. You kept a slow rhythm until something ignited in the both of you, the rhythm and the passion of the kiss intensifying suddenly.

He disconnected from the kiss causing you to whine at the loss. “Be patient, Y/n.” He ordered, but that only made you even more impatient. He soon pulled your slip dress over your head revealing your bare breasts. His hands began roaming your body, as his kissed your chest. His tongue ran over your nipples ever so slightly making you shiver a bit at the sensation.

Suddenly, making the both of you jump— someone began banging on the bathroom door aggressively. “What the fuck.” You groaned, as Jack let out a dismissive sigh, “Ignore it.”

“Who’s in there?!” Yelled a familiar voice, you both turned to one another, realizing who it was. “Did you lock the door?!” You whispered yelled. “Get in the tub.” He whispered back, giving you your answer. “What?” You asked in disbelief, “Get in the tub!” He said again as the doorknob began jiggling and in she came.

“Shit.” You both said in unison as she walked into the bathroom with her arm around Urban’s neck. Jack stood by the sink while you were in an awkward position, one foot in the tub and one out. “What’s going on here?” Urban asked, evidently high off his ass. “I could ask you the both the same thing.” You said, narrowing your eyes at Neelam as she removed her arm from his neck shamefully.

[clareguilty]

Arthur Morgan/reader, desperate sex

Here is my second fic for kinktober! The next should be up on Wdnesday <3

Arthur Morgan/fem!reader | desperate sex, dominant Arthur Mentions of death and injury, mild angst. I made the cowboy cry. Rating: Explicit Word Count: ~2000

“Who goes there?” a gruff voice demanded as you rode up the trail to camp.

“It’s just me, Bill,” you called back, tipping your tattered hat.

“What the hell?!” He blinked and rubbed his eyes like he couldn’t believe you were right in front of him. “You’re alive?”

You grinned, opening your arms wide. “You can’t get rid of me that easy.”

He watched dumbfounded as you rode the rest of the way up to Horseshoe Overlook. You had been gone more than a few days, and your worst fear was that the gang would have packed up and left. The job had gone terribly -- so terribly you had been stranded and lost with no way back -- which was a good reason for the gang to move on to somewhere where the law didn’t know their faces.

But everything was exactly the same. People milled about, scrubbing or packing or chopping. Dutch’s gramophone played on, louder than a dynamite blast and seemingly never ending.

“What in god’s name?” Hosea took one look at you, bruised and battered and covered in every inch of wilderness you had hiked through trying to get back to camp.

“Glad to see y’all are still here.” You groaned in pain as you slid out of the saddle, smacking your ‘borrowed’ horse on the rump and pointing her back to the road. “Go on, girl. Find your way back home.”

The horse slowly headed back the way it came. Hosea was staring at you.

“I know,” you frowned. “I look terrible.”

“No,” Hosea waved his hand, shaking his head. “It’s not that -- though you do look like shit. We thought you were dead. We mourned you.”

It was your turn to look taken aback. “Dead? You gave up on me that quick?”

“Sweetheart.” He gripped your arm as if he was still trying to convince himself you were real. “You fell off a bridge. Those rapids… the rocks…” he trailed off.

You grimaced. “It certainly wasn’t my best performance.”

“There wasn’t any time to go back and look for you, but we weren’t even sure we would have found a body.” He looked ashamed. “We failed you.”

“No,” you took his hands in yours, squeezing. “You did what you had to do. I couldn’t bear it if you had lost someone trying to come back for me.”

Sean was walking by, bottle in hand. He did a double take when he saw you standing there, glanced at his bottle, and then back at you. “You mean Dutch gave that long fancy speech for nothing? You had better not die again.”

You laughed and shot him a wink. “I don’t plan on it.”

Sean seemed satisfied with that response. “Your man’s been a right mess since we lost you. Hopefully he quits moping around all the time now.”

“Arthur?” you glanced around. “Is he alright? Where is he?”

Sean shrugged. “Probably the same place he’s been for a week now.”

You turned to Hosea, desperate. “Where?”

“He’s been at his wagon mostly. I didn’t want him going out in the state he’s been in.”

His words only made you more worried. You had finally made it back to camp. All you had been able to think about -- the only thing on your mind as you clawed your way out that ravine and stumbled through the woods -- was that you had to get back to him. You couldn’t leave him. “Is he hurt? Did something happen?”

Hosea didn’t get the chance to answer. Whispers of your arrival back at camp must have spread fast, because Mary-Beth was dragging Arthur by the arm to where you and Hosea were standing.

“Arthur.” You were running -- as fast as you could move with all your injuries and exhaustion. He finally saw you, freezing in place and staring in disbelief.

You slammed into his chest, flinging your arms around him.

He hesitated before returning your embrace, leaning in to bury his face in the crook of your neck. The two of you stood there for a long while as you sniffled into his chest. Arthur held you tightly, as if you would disappear if he let go.

“Isn’t this sweet,” a familiar booming voice rang out. “Glad to see you alive and well, dear.” You didn’t even turn to look at Dutch. Not when Arthur was clinging to you.

The ground disappeared beneath your feet and you found yourself hoisted over Arthur’s shoulder. The crowd that had gathered around the two of you dispersed as he stalked across camp. The world flipped right side up again as Arthur sat you on his horse, swinging into the saddle behind you and taking off at a full gallop.

You made it to Valentine in record time. The ride was harsh and agitated your injuries, but you didn’t mind with Arthur at your back. He helped you down to the ground and practically carried you inside the hotel, slamming the door open. “A room for me and my wife, please,” he demanded.

The hotel clerk handed over the key. You clung to Arthur the whole way up the stairs, nuzzling against him and just glad to be near him again.

The lock clicked behind you and Arthur… changed. His embrace became more insistent. His eyes darkened. The edge of the bed hit the backs of your knees and Arthur laid you down. It was gentle, but he pressed you into the bed, climbing over you. “Where are you hurt?” he asked.

“It’s not too bad-” you tried to play it off.

He cut you off. “Where. Are. You. Hurt.”

It was terrifying, but thrilling. You shivered under his intense gaze. “My hip,” you grabbed one of his hands and gently lay his palm over your hip. “Makes walking and riding hard.”

He nodded. Clearly waiting for you to continue. “My back is pretty messed up, and my shoulder.”

He noticed the rips and tears in your shirt. All the places you had scraped or torn. His hands went to the buttons, lifting you carefully so he could get you out of the sleeves.

Your trousers were next, slowly pulled down over your hips. When you winced in pain, Arthur stopped to kiss you, cradling your face in his hands.

He stripped you down. His expression was pained as he took in the full extent of your injuries. You had fallen off of the rail bridge and gotten swept into the freezing rapids. The current slammed you into the rocks and swept you down the ravine before you washed up on the bank of the river. From there, it had been a grueling process of making your way out of the ravine and through the woods.

“It’s not as bad as it looks,” you reassured him. Glancing down, you got a good look at just what he saw. “It does look pretty bad, though,” you frowned.

Arthur’s expression was hard to read. You wondered if he was disgusted by you. It would take a long time to heal, and you knew he might not want to look at you while you were so beat up and battered.

He nearly collapsed on top of you. Luckily, he knew to brace his weight. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, breaths ragged.

“I thought I’d lost you,” he gasped. “I didn’t know what I was going to do.”

You reached up to run your fingers through his hair. “I’m still here,” you promised. “Busted and bruised to hell, but I’m not gone yet, honey.”

He kissed his way along his jaw until he found your lips. It was perfect. You had missed him so much, so worried you would never make it back to him. But now you were here in his arms and kissing him. 

“I love you,” you said as soon as you caught your breath.

“I love you so much, darling.” He hovered his hands just above your skin, too scared to touch you.

You placed your hands over his and guided it to where you weren’t scraped or bruised. “Touch  me,” you begged.

He sighed as soon as he felt your skin against his palms, as if he just needed to know you were really there.

“I need you,” you tried to pull him against you, attempting to slot your hips together. “Please, Arthur.”

He hesitated. You could see the desire in his eyes, how badly he needed you, needed to feel you. But he didn’t want to hurt me. You would have to convince him.

“Arthur,” you grabbed the waistband of his pants. “I fell off a bridge and climbed out of a ravine and walked across half the damn state. I want you to fuck me, and I don’t care if it hurts.”

He seemed dazed, but lust clearly won out as you tried to slide your hand under his shirt. He was undressed in seconds, kissing his way over your neck and unable to keep his hands off you.

The pain was bearable, and you were too distracted with the warmth of Arthur’s skin under your hands. You couldn’t get enough of him, so glad to be near to him after all of those cold nights in the wild. 

He was impatient, desperate. He wanted all of you at once, and he didn’t know where to start. Now that you had given permission, he wasn’t afraid to take what he needed. And take he did. He sucked a mark into your collarbone before kissing down to your chest. You gasped as his lips found your breasts, teeth scraping along the skin.

“Please,” you rocked your hips.

He got the message, gently pressing your thighs apart so he could stroke your clit. It felt so good. The stretch when he slipped two fingers inside made you cry out. You sighed and pulled him closer, winding your fingers in his hair as he pulled moans and gasps from your lips.

“That’s it,” he said. “Good girl. I wanna hear you.” He doubled his efforts, determined to make you come around his fingers.

You pulled him up for a searing kiss, biting his lip as you came. “Fuck me,” you breathed.

He was just as needy, cock hard and aching against your hips. He grabbed your less injured leg and hooked it around his hip, dragging his cock against your slit. The teasing was going to drive you mad, but luckily he was just as impatient. He sank into you with one slow motion.

He hissed a curse against your skin, lost in the feeling of you around his cock. “God, darling. Need you so bad.”

He didn’t even try to start slow, setting a quick, frantic pace as soon as he began to move. His fingers dug into the bruises on your skin, but you didn’t mind the pain. It only reminded you that Arthur was there, that you had made it home to him.

You were so close, clinging to each other so desperately. You couldn’t imagine what Arthur had been through the past several days. He had truly believed you were gone, he had been in mourning. While you were focused on not getting eaten by wildlife, he was grieving your death.

It made sense why he couldn’t keep his hands off of you, why he sighed so deeply every time his hips met yours. The way he drank the taste of your lips as if he could never get his fill. You gave him everything you could.

The two of you went three rounds that night, fighting through your exhaustion in a desire to be close to one another. You fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms, curled together on the rickety hotel bed.

“I can’t stop seeing it,” he whispered, unable to take his eyes off you. “The sight of you falling off that bridge, the way you just disappeared. It’s kept me awake every night.”

You can see it. The dark circles under his eyes, how haggard and underfed he looks. You can only imagine how broken up he must have been.

“Not tonight,” you leaned in to kiss his cheek. “You have me here, safe and sound.”

[myhockeyworld87]

What Happens In Vegas...Doesn’t Always Stay There - Jacob Markstrom - Part 2

Word Count: 4,845

POV: Reader

Warning: Language, NSFW, Smut

Notes: Well you guys have spoken and it looks like this the fic you wanted posted. Don’t worry, I’ll be posting the others soon. But in case you were wondering where we left. Our reader was in Vegas at a bachelorette party, when she had a few too many drinks and wound up married to one Jacob Markstrom. Let’s see what happens next. As always feedback is welcome. Happy Reading!

What Happens In Vegas...Doesn’t Always Stay There Masterlist

"Fuck," you yelled, once you realized that you were now Mrs. Markstrom. This couldn't be happening. Your brain couldn't be remembering things right.

"Vad? Vada r fel?" Jacob mumbled in a haze of sleep, lifting his head to check on you. You had no idea that he was asking you what was wrong, as he automatically defaulted to Swedish in his drowsy state. "Are you ok?"

"No, no I'm not." Your voice was panicked and you were starting to break out in a cold sweat. "We're married!"

 His head flopped back down on the pillow. "Oh, that."

 Wait he knew and wasn't saying anything. "That," you said with a note of distress in your voice. "What do you mean 'oh, that?'"

 He turned his head so that he faced you, as you straightened your body so you could rest against the headboard; fighting the urge to get up and pace the room. "It was a joke. We just took a couple pictures with some Elvis."

 A joke? Ok, that kind of seemed like drunk you, after all everyone said you were a fun drunk. You sagged back against the mattress, breathing a sigh of relief. "So that's all it was, a joke?"

 "Mmmhmm." Well, that made you feel a bit better. "From what I remember it was. Things are a bit hazy." Jacob saying that, did not. He got up then, rolling onto his side and propping his head up. "I vaguely recall saying we were just going to snap some pictures and show your friend how silly it was to rush into things. I'm sure that's all we did." He had to be right, that part of the night still eluded you, though you do remember wandering into the chapel. "Though we can still pretend we're on our honeymoon if you want."

 His free hand, the one his head wasn't propped up on, slid under the duvet and across your midsection. His fingers wandering down to your core. His eyebrows wiggled suggestively, a silent plea for you to let him keep going. Now that you were a bit more relieved at knowing your marriage to him was some elaborate rouse, you were a bit more inclined for that second round with him, so you smiled giving him the green light to continue.

 Jacob didn't need to be told twice, as you felt his fingers widening your legs to give him access to your pussy. His fingertips lightly brushed against you and you sucked in a breath. "Fan du ar vat." You had to admit that Swedish wasn't the most seductive language, but when it rolled off his tongue it turned you into jelly. He recognized that you didn't know what he was saying and translated for you. "Fuck, you're wet." You were, there was no denying that, as this man just did things to you by simply giving you a look.

 He wasted no time sliding a finger inside you while his thumb brushed against your clit. You couldn't help the moan that escaped your lips as he made your body tingle with delight. "So sensitive, prinsessa. I love that." His mouth kissed the outside of your thigh as he still laid on his side, his fingers torturing you. "I may not remember all of last night," Jacob admitted. "But I remember hearing you moan." As if on cue, you groaned out when his finger hit your most delicate spot. "So pretty." He removed his fingers and you whined at the loss of contact. "Ride me, prinsessa." He rolled onto his back, giving your thigh a squeeze.

 There was no denying your needs right then. You wanted him inside you, so you straddled him. Knees on either side of his hips, you positioned his cock right at your entrance. You savored the feel of him sliding inside you as you sunk down on him slowly, fully engulfing his dick inside you. Jacob's hands slid up and down your sides caressing your body. After your tumble with him last night, you knew your hair had to be a disaster, so you ran your fingers through your locks, hoping to at least make yourself a bit more presentable as you rode him.

 Unbeknownst to you, the picture you painted Jacob was nothing short of pornography; arms raised above your head, tits bouncing, as you slowly moved your hips against him. While his memory of last night was a bit hazy, being buried inside you wasn’t. He clearly recalled needing to get ahold of himself before he spent in you too soon. Now was no different, as he gripped your hips hard then wildly bucked up into you.

 His movements thrilled you and had you bracing yourself against the headboard as he fucked you. He had told you to ride him but wasn’t willing to give over the reigns completely, but that was ok with you. He slowed his thrusts, giving you back just a bit of control, yet his hands lingered at your waist ready to take it back at any minute. You ran your hands up your side, then cupped your breasts, gently pulling on the nipples. “My god, you’re beautiful,” Jacob panted out as you looked down at him through hooded lashes.

 The sound of your bodies slapping together filled the room. Jacob’s fingertips dug into your ass cheeks as you picked up your pace, riding him earnestly now. His hips met you every time you ground down on him. At one point Jacob couldn’t take it anymore and he moved his one hand so he could toy with your clit. “Oh fuck,” you breathed out when he rubbed the little nub. “Jacob…I’m gonna…” The rest was a garbled mess as you came hard grinding down on his rock-hard cock inside you.

 “Yes, prinsessa.” Jacob watched you fall apart loving every emotion that played across your face. It pushed him over the edge and with a few more thrusts he spilled his cum deep inside your cunt.

 Your body was spent as you sagged forward on top of Jacob. You were both breathing hard, chest heaving in an effort to draw in more air. After a few seconds, you felt his lips on you; kissing your forehead, your nose, and then finally your lips. The kiss was sweet and loving, perfect after the sweaty and exhausting sex that had just happened. “Min vackra prinsessa,” he whispered, tucking your hair behind your ear as it had cascaded around the two of you obscuring his view of your face. “Too bad our marriage is a joke, for I could get used to that.”

 “We don’t have to be married for you to enjoy that again.” You pecked his lips then lifted off of him and rolled onto your side of the bed. “Come see me in LA anytime.”

 “You realize I’ll be there at least four times with my schedule, and San Jose isn’t too far from you.” His body was turned towards you so that you could see the seriousness in his face.

 “Well, I expect to be seeing my fake husband when he’s in town.” You gave him a little wink before adding, “And I think the trip to San Jose would be totally worth it.” He got up then and walked to the bathroom. You heard the water running and it wasn’t more than a minute or two before he was back at the bed.

 “Here.” He brought you a glass of water and a couple aspirin. It was exactly what you needed.

 “Thank you.”

 “Sleep, it’s still early, then we’ll shower later.” He dropped a kiss to your lips while tucking the covers up around then crawling into bed with you. He tucked you into his side and you swiftly drifted back to sleep.

 It was a couple hours later that Jacob woke up before you. His mind troubled with thoughts. It wasn’t a bad dream so much as a nagging feeling eating away at him. He carefully removed himself from the bed careful not to disturb you as you continued to sleep on peacefully. Covering himself with a pair of boxer briefs, he grabbed a bottle of water then sat down on the sofa in the suite. On the table lay the pictures from your fake wedding. He picked them up, laughing to himself at the photo on top. It was a dramatic shot of him asking you to marry him, and you acting shocked. He vaguely remembered doing that but the rest was all a blur. He leafed through the other shots. One of a fake Elvis, which seemed to be typical Vegas style, another of you kissing him after the proposal, still more of you being married by Elvis. They would all make for a cute memory of his time with you. Hell, part of him wished that he was married to you. He wouldn’t mind being buried balls deep in you every night.

 Jacob finally got to the last photo, or what he thought was the last picture; only it was some sort of document. He flipped it so that he could read it better. “Fuck,” he whispered softly as he read the words so nicely scripted across the paper. It seemed to be a marriage license, signed not only by both of you but the Elvis impersonator as well, whose name wasn’t Elvis and seemed to be a legitimately licensed marriage officiant.

 He needed to find out if this was real, so grabbing the hotel phone off the end table, he called the chapel. “Hello Mr. Markstrom, how can I help you?” An overly cheerful woman answered the phone.

 “Um, yeah, so I was wondering…I was there last night with…” He had to look down at the license to remember your last night. “Ms. (Y/LN) and I have our license in my hand. I was just wondering how valid this is?”

 “Oh, I can assure you Mr. Markstrom that it is one hundred percent authentic and has been filed electronically with the courthouse. You and Ms. (Y/LN) are indeed married. We make sure to dot all the I’s and cross all the T’s before we let you leave.”

 Jacob covered the phone then muttered, “Fuck.”

 “Is there anything else you need?”

 “No, um…I’m good. Thank you.”

 “No problem and congratulations again to you and the new Mrs. Markstrom.”

 Jacob hung up the phone and swore furiously in Swedish. You stirred, hearing something but not really registering what was going on, as you blinked your eyes several times clearing the sleep from them. The bed was empty next to you, and you found yourself sitting up looking for Jacob. He wasn’t in the bathroom, so you got up and padded out to where the seating area was. Sure enough there he was sitting with his head in his hand. “Head hurt that bad?” He groaned in reply. “Come back to bed and I’ll make it feel better.”

 He lifted his head up and turned to you then, a serious look in his eyes. “You’re not going to like this, prinsessa.” Well, if he was calling you princess again, it couldn’t be all bad. You raised an eyebrow in query. “Apparently, we’re married.”

 “Right, you told me it was a joke.” You sat down on the couch beside him, noticing the scattered photos on the table. “See, like I would ever get married by some Elvis doppelganger.”

 “It wasn’t a joke.” He handed over what looked like a marriage license, a very authentic one at that. Leave it to Vegas to be thorough even in practical joking. “There’s a seal on it and everything.” He was right there, but that would mean that this was real.

 “Oh, no….no, no, no….no. This isn’t real. You said…”

 “I know what I thought, but I wasn’t one hundred percent sure. So I called.” There was a look of dread on his face. "The paperwork has already been filed at the courthouse. Yay for technology."

 You knew he was trying to find a bit of humor in this mess, but frankly, you didn't find it funny at all. "Now what?"

 "I was just trying to come up with that when you came in."

 It hit you then, the solution to your problem. Maybe if you hadn't drunk enough alcohol to float a small ship last night it would've come to you sooner. "We'll just get an annulment."

 "Is that possible, after last night and well this morning?"

 "Hmm, I hadn't thought about that. Well, divorce it is." It wasn't ideal and you can't imagine having to explain it down the line, years from now, when you finally found someone you wanted to be tied down to, but it was the answer to your problem.

 Jacob seemed to mull it over a bit, and it struck you that he might be religious and that this might not be an option after all. "I'll make a phone call," he finally told you and you breathed out a sigh of relief. It took the two of you several minutes to locate your phones but eventually, you found them. While Jacob called his lawyer, you checked your messages. There were several texts from the girls saying they were heading to breakfast, so you shot one off yourself. There was no way you were meeting them yet, so you cried off stating that you were still hungover from the day before. You were really going to need to patch things up with Kennedy after all this trip was about her. Hopefully, you could share a laugh with her about this whole mess.

 A curse word muttered, or at least you thought it was, one in Swedish, brought you back to the situation at hand, and you looked at Jacob expectantly. "Apparently, it's not as easy as we think." He blew out a very frustrated sigh. "It's still doable, but it's going to take a lot longer than I expected."

 "How long?"

 "A couple months after the papers are signed and filed, possibly more."

 "What!?! You've got to be kidding me." That didn't make any sense at all. Shouldn't you be able to get a quickie divorce in a week when both parties were in agreement?

 "Well, my citizenship is one factor, but apparently it just takes that kind of time."

 "We got married in like, what...seconds. I don't understand." You started scrolling through your contacts looking for Aaron's number, then hit it and started to walk away.

 "Who are you calling?"

 "A friend, who's also an attorney." Aaron worked for the same firm as you, only in the legal department. Surely he'd dealt with a celebrity or two that had this same problem.

 You gave Aaron the condensed version of what happened, hoping that he'd come through and be your savior. "I hate to say it (Y/N), this Jacob's attorney is right. It's going to take you that long, if not longer." A growl of frustration was all you gave as an answer. "Cheer up babe, it could be worse."

 "Really? How so?"

 "Well, you could've picked some homeless guy off the street. At least this one sounds decent, and it's not like you have to move to Canada or Sweden while you wait this out. Just go on about your business."

 "I know, you're right. Thanks for your help, Aaron. I'll see you in a day or two." With that, you hung up the phone and headed back to Jacob.

 "Looks like you didn't fare any better."

 You sat heavily down on the couch. "No, not at all. Looks like we better start filing so we can get this done sooner than later." The look in Jacob's eye had you questioning things. You had thought you both were on the same page. Sure last night and this morning were fun, but what did you really know about each other. He couldn't really be thinking about staying married. When you couldn't take it any longer, you blurted out, "what?"

 He shook his head. "Nothing." When you gave him that look that said you didn't believe him he finally fessed up. "You're wearing my shirt."

 "Oh, sorry. I realized when I was on the phone I didn't have anything on. Hope you don't mind."

 Jacob actually didn't mind at all, in fact, he kind of liked you in it, which was a new feeling. "No, not at all. Though I'll admit I like you without anything on as well."

 It was hard to stop your eyes from rolling at his words especially at a time like this, but somehow you managed to. "While I appreciate the compliment, we should probably figure out what we're going to do." It was then that you looked at him, in only his boxers. His washboard abs calling out to your fingertips to just run over them, not to mention the strain of his cock against those briefs. You bit your lip just thinking about the things that you wanted to do to him and have him do to you. "And once that's done, then we can celebrate our divorce."

 "I like the way you think." He scooted you closer on the couch so that your legs were draped over his. "I was thinking that while you were on the phone, that I can just have my lawyer handle things. He said he could have everything drawn up in a couple days since we don't have to split up a house or any belongs."

 "That's fine. You can email me them and I'll just sign and send them back."

 "He did mention one thing, though I'm loathed to bring it up." His hand was traveling up and down your shins making it hard to think, but you were intent upon getting this divorce started.

 "Just tell me, after all, we are married, and married people shouldn't have secrets right?" I mean it was a bad joke, you'll admit that, but then if you couldn't laugh about this shamble of a mess you may start to cry.

 "He wanted to make sure that you weren't after, well...you know."

 Your eyebrows drew together as you tried to figure out his meaning, and then it hit you. "Oh my god! No, I'm not after any money. I would never and it's not like I don't have my own. I mean it's probably not anything close to what you make, but I do bring in quite a bit. Oh my god, I'm rambling. But no, no, I don't want a cent from you."

 "I told him I thought that was the case, but he wanted me to be sure."

 "Ok as long as you didn't think that."

 Jacob was quick to tell you he didn't. "No, not at all. If I'm being honest, I think getting married was my idea, if I remember right."

 "I wish I could remember more, though these pictures do bring back a few memories. I can't remember how we got these rings though. What is this cubic zirconia?"

 "Umm, nope." His cheeks started to turn a delightful shade of red. "My credit card tells me it's a diamond."

 "Oh Jacob," you exclaimed, taking off the ring. "This has to be a fortune. It's at least three carats." Quickly, you put the ring in his hand as if it was going to burn you. This fake marriage had caused enough damage that he didn't need to be on the hook for a ring that you'd never wear again.

 "You know I can afford it right?"

 "Of course, I know that. You just shouldn't have to pay for my mistake."

 "It wasn't just your mistake." It was sweet of him to try and shoulder the blame, but if you wouldn't have had that tiff with Kennedy, then you wouldn't have gotten drunk ass stupid and married him. "We both did this, but there's no point in arguing about it. In a few short months, this marriage will be over."

 "True."

 "Let me give him a quick call and get things started." You went to move but Jacob stilled you with his arm. The conversation was brief, his hand was inching further up your thighs during the entire call, sending delightful tingles all over your body. As soon as he hung up, that same hand reached your core. "So now that that's settled. What about that celebration? You know while we're still married and all."

 You'd already said you weren't making it to brunch with everyone, so there was really no reason, not to indulge in what you wanted. Scooting up a little further onto his lap, you grabbed the back of his neck and drew his lips down to yours. One kiss melted into another and another until neither of you could take it any longer and Jacob took you there on the sofa. After that, it was round 4 in the shower.

 You and Jacob exchanged numbers so that you could keep in touch while the divorce papers were being worked on by his lawyer. Since both of you were still in Vegas another night, you agreed to meet up a little later. Jacob claiming that it was safer to be with his 'wife' than out looking for another one.

 It was an hour after leaving Jacob before you were knocking on Kennedy’s door, there to apologize for everything you said to her the day before. She opened the door, and without so much as a hello, grabbed your arm and hauled you inside. “You have to tell me everything that happened?” How the hell did she know what had happened with Jacob. She was your best friend and all, but the last time you checked she was not a psychic. “I called Ryan and he told me those guys were from the Canucks, which happen to be his favorite hockey team in the world.” Somehow you really weren’t shocked to find that out. Considering Ryan was from Seattle and an avid sports fan. “When Jade told me, you were hooking up with one of them, I died. I need to know everything.”

 Oh, you weren’t sure if she was ready to hear everything. “Can I first apologize for being an absolute asshole to you yesterday?”

 “You can, but there’s no need. I know your feelings about marriage and how you think we’re rushing into it. I get that you were just looking out for me and only want me to be happy, and you know I’ll be happy with Ryan. I wasn’t really mad at you, per se. It was more about smoothing things over with Gretchen. You know how she can be.” You did know how Gretchen was, which was why you felt even worse for saying what you did, when you did. “(Y/N), you’re the closest thing I’ll ever have to a sister, and nothing you say is ever going to change that.”

 You enveloped her in a massive hug. There were times that you felt as if you and Kennedy were twins separated at birth and it was nice to know she felt that way too. “I really am sorry.”

 “It’s already forgiven. Now, tell me everything that happened, or more importantly; can you get any of their autographs so I can take them back to Ryan?”

 “Oh, I’m pretty sure I can get us seats to any game if he wants to go?”

 Kennedy's face was filled with a mixture of shock and joy. “Really?”

 “Yeah, I’m pretty sure they have a family suite or something for wives to sit in.”

 This time you watched as that same shocked look turned into confusion. “I’m not following you?”

 “Well…I kind of sort of…” Kennedy might be your best friend, who knew you better than yourself, but you still didn’t know how to tell her this. It was always easiest to just rip the bandaid off, you supposed. “That is…I got married last night.”

 “YOU WHAT?”

 “Little louder, Kenny I don’t think they heard you at the Bellagio.”

 “I’m sorry but you cannot just drop that bomb on me and expect me not to shout at you like you lost your damn mind.” Ok, she had a point. You had in fact lost your mind and your memory. Damn alcohol. “You need to tell me everything right now.”

 It took you a half hour to tell Kennedy all the details of what had happened with Jacob. She was stunned, to say the least. In the end, the only thing she wanted to know was if you were now her matron of honor instead of maid. Leave it to Kennedy to make you laugh at a time like this. She agreed to keep your marriage a secret from the other girls and you hoped that she didn’t blurt it out like she did your little sexcapade with Superman, though she insisted that all of you meet up with Jacob and some of his teammates that night.

  Like you, Jacob had only told one other person about what happened that night, his friend and teammate Chris; to everyone else, it just seemed as though you two were very interested in one another. At the end of the night, you were fumbling back into his suite, divesting him of every garment he had on, while he did the same to you. The next morning, you said your goodbyes but decided to keep in touch. Jacob promised you there would be tickets with your name on them anytime you wanted them in Vancouver and that he’d definitely see you when he was in LA. It was something you were definitely looking forward to. Despite the whole marriage debacle, or maybe because of it, you had to say that your trip to Las Vegas was one you were definitely going to remember for a lifetime.

 Twenty-four hours later, when you were back in your own place, still trying to rehydrate from the past seventy-two hours, is when you received a phone call from Jacob. He called to make sure that you got back to Los Angeles and that everything was fine. It was actually kind of sweet. It was about sixteen hours after that, that you found yourself calling him after his first practice. One conversation rolled into the next and so on until you were talking at least twice a day. He talked about hockey and his life in Sweden as well as Vancouver, while you told him about LA and your job there. Family and friends were a topic that came up often, almost to a point that you felt as if his teammates were your friends as well. Sure, there were the occasional nights where phone sex ended up taking place, though you had to admit it was much better than some of the dates you’d gone on in the past. If one was on the outside looking in, they probably wouldn’t understand why you were actually going through with the divorce. That thought didn’t stop you from signing the documents and sending them back to Jacob though.

 As the season started, Jacob still made time to talk to you every day. He even started to wonder if the circumstances had been different and the two of you had met in Vancouver or LA, would you be an actual couple at this point. He had to admit that your conversations were the highlight of his day. You were smart and funny with a wit about you that he enjoyed, and well to say that you were attractive was a complete understatement in his book. If Jacob was being honest with himself, you were his ideal woman.

 Which is why when the divorce papers came in, almost a month after he met you, he simply threw them on his desk and vowed to take them to his attorney soon. Unfortunately, he forgot he had an extended road trip coming up, which made him forget about them completely. They only crossed his mind once while he was gone when you’d asked him if he got them. He tried to make a mental note to remember them when he got home, but not only did they slip his mind, but they also got buried in a mountain of mail on his desk.

 The following week when he got home was a bit crazy. He missed a night in calling you when a game went into overtime. When he tried to the next day you didn’t answer. Jacob tried not to give it too much thought or take it personally, though his mind told him differently. He knew that you had a big ad campaign coming up and that work had started to consume your life. He just hoped it wasn’t with some hot male stripper or movie star.

 When you didn’t answer the phone the following three days, Jacob started to believe that what the two of you had or were starting to have, never really existed. He had resigned himself that he’d probably never see or hear from you again. Oh, how he was wrong.  

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[mrskurono]

a/n: I just used @semisgroupie​ collab event as an excuse to write something so fucking self indulgent instead :> word count: 1.6k tags: pwp, semi established relationships (reader and Makki are a thing but you’ve known Kindaichi this entire time), mmf threesome, oral (female receiving), fingering, multiple creampies, multiple orgasms (no overstim), slightly possessive Makki, dumber than shit Kindaichi, um I just wanna fuck both of them this is fairly tame, semi unedited  character(s): Takahiro Hanamaki (hq), Kindaichi Yuutarou (hq) synopsis: Makki’s always supported his underclassmen, even when they’re not even in high school anymore. Your boyfriend is just that sweet of a guy and you love tagging along to cheer on your friend’s in their volleyball games after high school. So when Kindaichi’s poor playing with the Tamaden Elephants reveals that the poor man is just feeling lonely and unwanted after Kunimi has been too busy for him, well, it’s up to his supportive ex-upperclassmen to cheer him up.

Legs spread. Both sets of eyes on the man between your parted legs.

Only Makki was daring enough to fill the air with more than a moan.

“Fuck- Don’t stop. That’s right, let her paint your face with her juices-”

Makki’s lewd words filled the air as he sat behind you. Chin resting on your shoulder as he lovingly watched his ex team mate run his tongue up and down your slit with eagerness. Kindaichi’s cheeks glistening with your juices as you squeezed his love drunk face between your thighs and smiled.

“You’re even more handsome like this Yuutarou.” A shiver was sent through your body when the 6′4 middle blocker did as Makki had said and didn’t stop with his tongue grazing over your clit. Sloppy and not as assured of himself as your boyfriend was. The way his undercut scraped your thighs and his broad calloused hands from years of volleyball gripped your thighs, it all made up for it with his excitable licking.

“Talk like that....in front of me,” Makki teased, lips dancing over your neck when he threw his touch into the mix. His hands not hesitant at all to spread your legs further apart, “That might hurt my feelings.”

“Tch-” A short snort through clenched teeth as Makki stifled your immediant reply with his fingers replacing Kindaichi’s tongue on your clit. Touching exactly how he knew would cause you to come undone. You inhale sharply and dig your fingers into his thighs at your sides, “You wanted this...Don’t lie to him.”

Kindaichi’s eyes lightened up to his ex upper classman. All of which Makki couldn’t help smile slyly and shrug, “Guess your handsome like this. So why don’t you shove your fingers in her already?”

“Really?” Kindaichi piped in a little shaky. Thrilled at the idea but he didn’t know where to look. From your face, too Makki smiling at him or the scene right in front of him as he saw your lips spread apart and Makki’s fingers working diligently at your clit.

Makki kissed the side of your neck and grinned at his ex under classman, “The lady wants it. Look how wet she is for you.”

No need to be told twice Kindaichi drew his fingers up along your soaked core. Covered in mostly his spit it didn’t make a difference as he eased one finger inside you. Use to Makki’s fingers, someone else’s sent every nerve in your body on fire. Writhing under the touch until you urged him to put another one in. Kindaichi a wonderful listener. In no time he had his fingers knuckle deep in you going with the motion of your hips rolling into his fingers.

“Wait wait wait-” You gripped his wrist stalling his motion. Kindaichi in a panic looked up at you certain he did something wrong. Not expecting to hear the next words off your lips, “I wanna cum on your cock.”

“W-What-” Kindaichi stumbled, immediately feeling the ache to his poor neglected member. He nor Makki had seen any action since both of them flocked to your naked body the second the master bedroom shut, “I mean- But you two- I can’t-”

“Hey, if she wants it,” Makki smiled as he leaned back and brought you with him into the reclining position against his chest, “Then by all means give the woman what she wants.”

Giddy at the aspect almost, Kindaichi didn’t even waiver on the fact this was his old team mates girlfriend. Something so exciting about it he was above you in no time at all. Lining his hips up with yours as Makki slowed his rubbing along your clit.

“Mmm fuck, don’t tease now,” You move your hips up as Kindaichi spent far longer than he needed just grinding up against you.

“S-Sorry sorry-” Kindaichi swallowed the lump in his throat, just the warmth from your core as he saw his cock coated in your juices was making it mind bogglingly hard to contain himself. 

Much slower than Makki ever did, Kindaichi buried himself in you as slowly as possible. Moans escaping the man’s lips as you stopped clutching at Makki’s legs and opted to wrap your arms around Kindaichi’s shoulders. By the time you felt him exhale and the weight of his hips bear on yours, you swore you were already loosing your mind.

“Don’t keep her waiting of course,” Makki cooed to the both of you as he danced his well trained fingers around your clit a bit faster, knowing damn well how good it felt to have you tighten around his cock so there was no doubt in his mind that Kindaichi probably felt like he was already gonna blow.

Face hovering inches away from yours. Caged between his long arms. You drew your fingertips along the buzzed hairline and yanked Kindaichi down into a heated kiss. You were going to cum from Makki’s finger no matter what. Having Kindaichi fuck you through it only seemed like a real plus.

And a plus it was. Something intoxicating about being in your boyfriend’s lap as your long standing crush fucked you into him. Makki kissing along your neck. Kindaichi’s lips hardly able to stay against yours. His panting and Makki’s lewd teasing filling the air between the three of you. Each swipe of Makki’s finger along your sensitive clit paired with the way Kindaichi’s cock hit just the right spot to take you past the point of no return.

“S-Shit! Yuutarou! Fuck me don’t stop-” A sloppy excuse of a kiss. You didn’t care as every inch of you shuddered under the Tadamen player’s body. Legs twitching. Hips bucking. You rode out your orgasm on Makki’s attentive fingers and Kindaichi’s cock without hesitation. In no time that was matched with Kindaichi’s gasping moan against your lips. 

A twitch to his cock and the ragged thrusts. Suddenly another man aside from Makki filling you to the brim with cum.

Heaving breathes didn’t last long. Gathering yourself from your orgasm with Kindaichi draped on top of you. The post sex glow would have to wait. 

Quick to move you both around. Makki was no longer something for you to longue on. In fact he ushered Kindaichi along his way. Didn’t seem to matter though as he was happy to collapse beside you. With the insistence on Makki’s part to keep kissing on your neck and shoulder. So he did just that as the other man wedged his way between your legs. Kindaichi’s cum still dripping from you when Makki smiled down at you.

“Hey beautiful,” Makki teased with a grin knowing damn well you were a little fuzzy for a good retort.

“Fuck me,” You sigh still tingling from Kindaichi’s little gift. His insistent kissing on your neck not much help either as you held his face close to you and let the excitable man press into you even as Makki brought his face to yours.

“Oh, I intend to.” Slipping his cock, swollen and leaking, against your cum covered pussy lips. Makki swiped his cock only a handful of times in the mess before pressing slowly into you. Watching as Kindaichi’s cum leaked around his cock. Each twitch of your cunt pushing more of the thick creaminess out in favor of the cock you knew and loved.

Comparable in size both men had you gripping onto something just as Makki bottomed out in you. Savoring the moment your already tight cunt was doing around his cock with the sticky cum now soiling both of you.

“Mmm, I like the way this looks,” Makki leaned down, his breath against your cheek as you kissed on Kindaichi, “I think I could get use to fucking Yuutarou’s cum into.”

“Maybe add your own to the mix huh?” You remark as you turn Kindaichi’s attention up towards Makki. Instead of you kissing your boyfriend. You usher the ex team mates to kiss each other.

And no peck on the lips. A second of hesitation and both men were locking lips with no reservations. Leaving you to kiss on Kindaichi’s neck and hear him moan into Makki’s lips. All of course as you boyfriend slowly started thrusting into you.

Just as intoxicated as you had been with Makki holding you as Kindaichi fucked you. Makki was not immune to the feeling of Kindaichi’s lips against his and your cunt around his cock. Struggling to hold on as you cooed at them both. Watching them get more and more into the kissing. Kindaichi’s free hand moving down to find your clit. Mimicking what he saw Makki do best as he could in his situation. You helped as you moved your hips up against Makki’s and lightly gripped Kindaichi’s forearm the more persistent his fingers became on your clit. 

“Fuck-” Makki growled against Kindaichi’s lips. Still unable to tear himself away both men moaned into their heated exchanged. You could care less as you felt a second orgasm washing over you. Kindaichi’s fingers coated in your slick as your body shuddered under Makki. The milking of your cushiony cunt and Kindaichi’s lips were simply too much. 

Just as his ex team mate had done moments before. Makki rutted his hips into yours. As deep as he could manage as his own orgasm stole low groan from him. Filling you with a second load. Both men’s cum mixing inside you as Makki refused to pull out.

Collapsing on top of you Makki heaved a few breathes between a tired chuckle to himself. Kindaichi sheepishly burying his face in your neck as you reached up and lazily combed your fingers through both men’s hair separately. The sensation of cum dripping out of you as Makki stubbornly refused to pull out. More than alright though as both men glued themselves to you. Smiling you settle down under them when you can feel Kindaichi’s cock hard again against your thigh. This was going to be a regular thing and there was no mistaking you liked it.

[yurtletheturtlehenderson]

COSMIC - S3:E2; Chapter Two, The Mall Rats - [Pt. 4 - FINAL]

A Will Byers x Reader Series

Baffled with Mike's sudden behavior, El seeks out Y/n and Max for advice while Will struggles to get through to Mike and Lucas. Billy takes his co-worker on a field trip, and Steve and Dustin enlist a helpful ally in their top-secret mission.

⚠️: s3 mike wheeler, y/n and mike angst. more google translate. the reader eating ice cream [if you're lactose intolerant, it's dairy-free xp], mama steve loving and worrying about his children, his little henderson ducklings especially 🥰 *heavy sigh* oh yeah, kidnapping and more possible allegory to r*pe :( as usual, a marker will be placed but it plays till the end of the chapter so you only need one

🔑: y/f/o = your favorite [ice cream] order

📝: idk if the tip seems small or not but either way keep in mind this was the eighties so inflation hadn't gotten quite as bad yet. As far as the Mike stuff, I know he wasn't being possessive, he was just worried she would get caught and taken away or worse but also he handled it badly, and then everything else in this chapter just kinda rode that angsty bad decision train outta here lmao.

|| 𝟑𝐫𝐝 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐏𝐎𝐕 ||

"если действовать осторожно... неделя длинная. серебряный--"

Robin pauses her pacing momentarily to point at the tape Dustin has in his hands.

"Wait, that last part, just one more time,"

The sounds of the wires hissing as they rewind fill Robin's thoughtful silence.

"если действовать осторожно... неделя--"

"Okay, that word!" She says, and Dustin quickly presses pause. "Um... it's pronounced... 'dly-nna-ya.'"

"'Dly-nna-ya'" Dustin repeats, nodding excitedly.

"Which is spelled—"

"-D... D, D, D..." Dustin mutters, springing up from his seat, scurrying towards the whiteboard as Robin grabs the book. "The— The chair! The chair-looking thingy!" He says, pointing to the Russian 'д'.

"Yeah, okay," Robin mutters excitedly, hurriedly scribbling into their notes.

The glass partition swings open with a loud clang alerting Steve at the counter.

"We've got our first sentence,"

"Oh, seriously?" He asks, turning around with two orders in his hands.

"Yeah," Robin nods. She drops her voice into a lower pitch and imitates a Russian accent. "The veek is longh,"

Steve's face falls. "Well, that's thrilling,"

"I know, but," she shrugs. "Progress."

With that, she retreats into the window and slides the door close leaving Steve to return to his ice cream slinging duties.

"Okay, here you go. You got uh, a vanilla with sprinkles and extra whipped cream and one y/f/o,"

Steve hands off the rest of the orders to El and Y/n who gladly take them. Max stood next to them, digging into the order she had already been handed. She only comes up to say 'thanks' in near sync with her friends.

"Wait a second," he says, a thoughtful look falling over his face as he frowns at El. "Are even allowed to be here?"

The girls freeze, once again pausing to share a knowing look with growing ice cream-mustached smiles and giggle. In a hurry, the three of them scurry for the door. Y/n nearly makes it before coming to a skidding halt that leaves her bouncing on one foot as she catches her balance. She runs back to the counter with a mischievous smile and a dollar in hand.

Steve watches confused as she tucks the dollar away in the tip jar, and sends him what he finds to be a childish wink.

"Keep this quiet?" She asks, and he almost laughs. But he could tell she was all too serious. "Also this is your tip! Thanks, Steve,"

Steve watches utterly baffled as she turns on her heel and makes a break for the girls waiting just outside and around the corner.

"Okay?" He says, beginning to trail off. "Wasn't gonna tell anyone anyway?"

She's nearly out the door when he realizes what her being here means. He hopes it's not too late to call after her.

"Hey, wait a sec!"

Thankfully, she hears him and turns back around. He motions her forward and while confused, she ultimately complies.

"Hey, uh, does Dustin know you're here?"

Y/n tilts her head as she thinks about it then shrugs.

"I'm not sure, why?" She asks, taking a lick of her ice cream.

Steve hooks a thumb over his shoulder, gesturing to the window but he pauses when he realizes it's better she doesn't know what he's doing here. He quickly plays it off and plants both hands on the counter to lean against it.

"I don't, uh— It's just that he came by earlier and he seemed pretty down about last night,"

Y/n's shoulders slumped immediately, her eyes widening a little.

"He did?" She winced, nibbling nervously on her lip as she looked guiltily at her ice cream. And in doing so, any budding feeling of anger and protectiveness vanishes in Steve. "It's just, he wasn't there when I left and I assumed he went with the guys to Mike's."

With the same, guilty look in her eyes, Y/n glanced over her shoulder at her waiting friends and Steve instantly regretted bringing it up. He sighs, shaking his head.

"Look, it's—"

"If he comes back, will you tell him I'm sorry?" She laughed a little, very sheepishly. "That we can guilt Mom off the TV again so we can a have a monster movie night like we used to, or something?"

In that moment Steve decides not to be honest with her and tell her he's probably still too upset for that, he just doesn't have to heart to. Nor does Steve have the guts to say it wouldn't matter anyway, that he's right in the back room decoding a top-secret Russian communication. So instead, he forces his lips into a firm line that was supposed to be a smile and nods.

"Sure thing, kid,"

She perks a little. "Thanks, Steve. I'll see ya later,"

"Alright, take care," he straightens from the counter, watching as she retreats back out of the shop. He sighs again, almost hating how soft and protective he's become, and calls after her, nodding discretely in El's direction. It all comes out in the form of annoyance, though, naturally. "And don't be stupid, alright?"

Y/n smiles in response and returns to her friends. Together, the three of them disappear into the crowd.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

One of many sets of double doors swing open as Y/n, El, and Max step back out into the sunlight.

Despite their every desires to keep their special day at the mall going, the three girls knew the bus back into town was leaving shortly. Y/n takes another quick and frantic lick of her fastly melting ice cream as Max turns to El and gestures to her strawberry ice cream cone.

"Wanna trade?"

El responds with a giggle and eagerly trades off her vanilla cone for strawberry.

"No... fair," Y/n grumbles, nearly attacking her ice cream as it turns to a puddle before her eyes. She spares only a single second glare enviously at their still freshly frozen cones while she has spent between licks.

"You're not," lick. "making your," lick. "ice cr━ shit!" two licks. "melt."

The girls giggle again, wholeheartedly amused by the sight before them.

"Shut up," another lick.

"That's ridiculous," came a nearby, all too familiar whine. "Why can't I just—"

Max's face falls into a glower, pulling Y/n and El into a stop next to her. "Oh, you gotta be shitting me."

Just across the concrete entrance, fumbling to separate their bikes from the bike stands were Mike, Lucas, and Will.

Forgetting her melting ice cream momentarily, Y/n takes a moment to sigh at the ground when she realizes whatever is about to pass, will be far from good.

"—haven't got that much," Lucas says.

"Okay, what if we split it?"

"Split it with what? Does that even make sense?"

Two of the three boys continue to bicker, completely unaware of the three angry figures making their way towards them. More specifically, two angry figures and one slightly disgusted one who tosses out her nearly finished ice cream cone and the napkin she used to wipe her hands off with in the trash cans they all pass.

"Isn't this a nice surprise?" Max asks, plastering on a smirk as the three boys and their bikes come to a halt before them.

Mike's face pales when he realizes Max had caught him, and even more so when he realizes El is with her. His bike crashes to the ground, forgotten as he gapes at her.

"What are you doing here?"

"Shopping." She answers matter-of-factly, her icy stare never once wavering.

"This is her new style," Max says, eyeing him carefully. "What do you think?"

"What's wrong with you?" He spits, gesturing to El. "You know she's not allowed to be here."

"What is she, your little pet?" Max fires back.

"Yeah. Am I your pet?" El asks.

"What? No!"

"Mike, she needed this," Y/n says. "Besides, you lied to her! What are you doing here? You're not supposed to be here either."

Mike finally turns his wild gaze to Y/n, utterly baffled at the stance she was taking.

"Are you kidding me?" He gawks, ignoring her eye roll. "You of all people should know about keeping her a secret,"

Y/n hotly takes a threatening step forward. "Meaning what?"

"Meaning you would know, you're good at hiding her,"

Everyone inched closer, apart from El who was seething at Mike. Y/n, on the other hand, scoffs loudly, throwing her arms up in frustration.

"You said you were over that!"

"Yeah, well, guess I'm not,"

She looked around quickly, her voice falling into a whispered hiss. "What, so I should be locked up all day, too?"

"Maybe!" Mike said, instantly feeling guilty.

"Mike!" Will snaps, stepping forward another few inches. And so did El, her shoulder subconsciously shielding Y/n. Shielding her from, Mike, or Mike from her, she wasn't sure.

But she knew she was livid. And hurt.

Mike sighs, putting his face into his hands and running them tiredly over his face.

"I'm sorry, that was over the line," he sighs, sounding embarrassed.

"-You're damn right it was," Y/n snapped.

"But that doesn't change the fact that she really can't be here," he corrects himself, looking El in the eye carefully. "You can't be here. It's not safe,"

"I can take care of myself," El says.

"I mean," Mike sighs again, frustrated as he trips over his own words. "you and a lot of other people could be in danger if anybody starts asking questions. I just care about you, alright? And I don't want anything to happen to you, not again,"

El shakes her head, all visible anger melting away leaving only sadness in its wake.

"Then why do you treat me like garbage?"

"What?"

"You said Nana was sick,"

The panic returns to his eyes, and he and Lucas desperately try to cover their tracks.

From over their shoulder, Y/n meets eyes with an exasperated Will, and the couple shares a look and tired shake of the head.

"She is. She is sick!"

"Yeah, sick— she's sick," Lucas nods. "She's super sick. And that's why we're here, actually."

Y/n silently meets Will's eye again and makes out the subtle firm line he presses his lips into and the small shake of his head 'no'.

Oblivious to Will, the two continue.

"Yeah, w-we're shopping! Not for us, but for her, for Nana,"

"For Nana."

"Also," Mike sighs, giving El an earnest look. "we're here to get a gift for you. It's just, we couldn't find anything that suited you and I only have, like, $3.50, so it's hard."

"-super hard." Lucas sighs, giving an honest, apologetic look to all three of them. "It's— It's expensive,"

"Speaking of," came Will's, softened voice. "Here ya go. Sorry it's not real,"

He takes a step forward and sheepishly offers the small goodie bag to Y/n. Everyone watches confused and almost a little intrigued as Y/n takes it curiously. Quickly, she dives her gaze and hand into the baggie and smiles as she pulls out the small y/f/f candy ring.

"Oh, a ring pop?" She flashes Will a beaming smile as she rips open the package and slips it on her finger. "Thanks, Will,"

He nods happily, completely relieved she was this happy to get one.

Y/n's smile drops instantly when she remembers what they're interrupting and she quiets, clearing her throat a little.

"Sorry," she mumbled, sending an especially sorry look to El as her hand graces her shoulders in a gentle apology.

El sends her a weak smile, eyes falling back down. Sadly, she looks to her ice cream and then deeply into Mike's eyes as the day's events all come crashing down on her. And it's with great disappointment she realizes what has hurt her, and what hasn't.

She shakes her head softly, the disappointment evident on her face now more than ever.

"You lie," she says finally, all the more saddened to see Mike squirm under her gaze, only confirming her words. El shakes her head again. "Why do you lie?"

She waits and waits and when Mike can't give an answer, the screech of the bus's tires in the distance tells her a decision must be made. And it's with a seething glare, El makes up her mind.

Everyone watches carefully in silence as she takes three tantalizing steps until she's staring up at Mike. He's frozen, as is everyone else as he fears her next words. And he has every reason to.

"I dump your ass."

Y/n's eyes find Will's once again, this time, regret clouding them when she realizes. Tonight was meant to be spent at his house, dinner with him, Jonathan, and Joyce at least but it seems the day had different plans in mind. She stood rooted to the spot, her lips parted in shock as she processed what had just happened.

She detected sadness in Will's eyes, as she was used she had in her own but reality came crashing down, breaking her from her spell.

"I'm sorry," she sputters, more so to Will than Mike and Lucas. "I didn't think she would," she breathes.

"What?" Mike's widened eyes land on her, flickering between her and El's retreating figure. "Did you tell her to do this?"

"Of course not!" She said, eyes darting between him and Lucas sympathetically. "But it's still their decision. I'm sorry. I am,"

"Y/n! You coming?"

Y/n looked over her shoulder to find El and Max moving up the line, nearly ready to board. From there, El looked between Y/n and Mike, as if she were worried Mike would take it out on Y/n more. Y/n gave her friend a weak, reassuring smile and turned back to the guys.

Will specifically.

"I'm sorry," she said to Will, beginning to back away even though she didn't really want to leave him. "But I think I need to be with them right now. Is it okay if we take a rain check?"

Will smiled, nodding and she felt a fresh wave of guilt. She could have sworn she saw a hint of sadness but if it was ever there, he had buried it for her sake.

In a spur of the moment, she ran forward and planted a kiss on his lips before pulling back. She shot Lucas and Mike a lingering look, not really knowing what to feel for them in the moment.

And then she took off.

The three friends stood baffled, reeling from how much everything had changed so quickly. Their legs kicked into gear and followed the crowds to the bus but the doors had just swung closed. From where they stood at the curb, they could make out three familiar lingering silhouettes from behind the tinted windows, all piling in together.

Max had nabbed the window seat, El seating herself next to her. It was only a matter of moments before Y/n had joined them, plopping herself in the seat directly behind them. She peeked out over the low backs of their seats, wedged right in between them with a breathless look.

For just that moment, the three best friends sat there in stunned silence before breaking into a breathless laugh.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

The sun had set behind even the lowest of valleys, bathing the town in a pale glow and unforgiving chill that couldn't be quenched even on the hottest days of summer. Starcourt mall was alive in every way but one; the hum of the neon lights reached every corner, but the mall had long since closed leaving it a beautiful, vibrant wasteland.

The only remaining occupants were tucked away in the backroom of Scoops Ahoy, standing before a whiteboard facing the daring truth they had worked so hard to uncover. In perfect sync, they read the words aloud with confusion muddling their brains and exhaustion filling their systems.

"The week is long, the silver cat feeds when blue meets yellow in the west."

Steve, Robin, and Dustin stand before the translation willing something to make sense. But all they were left with when they turned in for the night, closing the grated metal gate that went with closing up shop was utter bafflement.

"I mean, it just..." Steve sighs into the ground, the keys in his hand turning in the lock. "It just can't be right."

"It's right," Robin assures. When Steve returns to his feet the three of them begin their lazy journey to the exit.

"Honestly, I think this is great news," Dustin shrugs.

"How is this great news?" Steve chuckles bitterly. I mean, so much for being American heroes. It's total nonsense."

"It's not nonsense. It's too specific. It has to be a code."

Steve's face screws up into a puzzled pout. "What do you mean, a code?"

"Like a super-secret spy code,"

"That's a total stretch,"

"I don't know, is it?" Robin scoffs.

"You're buying into this?"

"Listen, just for kicks, let's entertain the possibility that it is a secret Russian transmission. What'd you think they were gonna say, 'Fire the warhead at noon'?"

"Exactly," Dustin gestures, his gaze returning up to Steve to see the gears spinning in his head.

"And my translation is correct," Robin assures. "I know that for sure, so... 'The silver cat feeds'. Why would anyone talk like that unless they're trying to mask the true meaning of their message?"

"Exactly!"

"And why would anyone mask the true meaning of their message unless the true meaning of their message was somehow sensitive?"

By now, Dustin was rubbing his triumphant smirk in Steve's face. "Exactly."

"So I guess that confirms your suspicion," Robin says, looking to Dustin who remains triumphant.

"Evil Russians,"

Robin wears a tired smile as she looks back at Steve with a dry chuckle. "I can't believe I'm about to agree with this strange child, but, yeah, totally evil Russians."

"So how do we crack it?" Dustin asks, flashing his charming toothless grin her way.

"Well, I guess we translate the rest and hopefully a pattern emerges."

"A pattern. Right, like maybe 'silver cat' is a meeting place?"

"Or a person."

"Or a weapon,"

"It's probably gonna take a super genius to track it, but..." Robin trails off when she notices she is one dingus short. "Where's Steve?"

The new duo spin on their heels where they spot their missing friend a few yards down. He had a frown screwed onto his face as he stood in front of one of the many kiddie rides, his hands diving into his pockets no doubt searching for coins. Sure enough, the clinking of coins rattling together as he purs them out in his palm confirms their suspicions.

"Hey, Steve," Robin calls, her empty hand swinging limply out in a puzzled gesture. "What are you doing?"

"Uh, it's," Steve doesn't bother answering her question and the only time he picks his eyes up off his hands is to check the mechanical horse for its cost. "a quarter. I need--" he mumbles to himself, looking hopefully to his friends. "Do you have a quarter?"

Despite her confusion, Robin lets out a chuckle, and she and Dustin quickly shuffle over to Steve's side. "Sure you're tall enough for that ride?"

"Quarter!" He yells, jumping forward to catch the coin Robin flipped out for him.

He catches it with a clumsy spin and drops his knees to insert it into the ride. They watch was Steve remains huddled on the ground, a funny look on his face as the ride begins. Robin can't resist poking fun, and does with little strain on her voice to be heard over the music.

"You need help getting up, little Stevie?"

"Shh-shh! Shh!" Steve snaps, gesturing to the galloping horse. More specifically the music it plays. "Would you two just shut up and listen?"

Robin and Dustin are almost shocked at his seriousness, but the smile remains on Dustin's face from Robin's comment. That is until it eventually slips off his face when he realizes why the familiar tune being played before them was so familiar.

"Holy shit," he breathes, locking eyes with a grave-looking Steve. Dustin looks to Robin, helping her to connect the dots as he begins shedding his backpack from his shoulders. "The music,"

He had heard it all day. They all had while translating the tape. The very tune Steve had been complaining so much about.

"The music!" Dustin cries again, dropping to his knees as he desperately fishes his bag for the tape.

How had he not recognized it? Y/n and him used to ride the Indiana Flyer at the fair as soon as they were old enough. And then the caricell, over and over every year until they were old enough to ride the bigger rides. And even then, the tune carried out across the Fun Fair where it could be heard from as far as the top of the Ferris wheel. The two of them would drag their mother every year. It was the sound of his childhood.

Dustin presses play on the tape, and as he gazes up at Robin, silently pleading for the dots to connect the sound of the song on the tape is louder than Russian for the first time all day.

But Robin only shrugs between them.

"I don't understand,"

"It's the exact same song on the recording,"

"Maybe they have horses like this in Russia?"

"The 'Indiana Flyer'? I don't..." Steve shakes his head. The look on his face made clear he wished he was wrong. He looked... unsettled. "I don't think so. This code, it... it didn’t come from Russia."

And they that unease. They could feel it settling into their chests, making their hearts beat a little faster and their stomach twisting up into knots at what he said next.

"It came from here."

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

The roads are empty, even still. Crickets sing into the night and the steady breeze taking itself through Hawkins back roads are momentarily swept up with the leaves when a lone Chevrolet Camaro pulls into Brimborne. The lot remained abandoned, seemingly, other than the figure stepping out of the car, with sweat on his brow.

The summer sun had set hours ago, taking the searing heat with it. But the humidity that clung to the air felt to be Billy like he was sitting far too close to an open fire. But still, he lumbers to the trunk where the reason for his being here lies.

The latch opens with a loud clunk, and the trunk lid opens slowly. His eyes find the contents immediately, as does the murky light from the trunk bulb onto his face.

She was still unconscious.

A foreign voice in his brain — the one who had brought them both here, the one to have put here — spoke up again without permission. And yet, it didn't exactly speak in words, but feelings. And all that shot to the surface was one thing — one word.

Good.

It was Billy who couldn't stop thinking about it. What he had done. The small part of him that fought.

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- 𝗙𝗟𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 -

Among the pain, Billy feels tears building up inside him when he realizes what that tug in his gut is ordering him to do. He can also feel it happening again. He can feel himself slipping away, just as he had when he fled for the showers. But this time he fought it.

God, he fought it so hard.

But it wasn't enough.

His nails dug into the flesh of his knees that he had been clutching so tightly to his chest. That and the tears racing down his cheeks now blending with the water were the last things to happen that were truly Billy's doing.

"Billy, are you okay—?"

The last thing Billy sees before he loses control is his hand lunging for Heather's throat. His iron grip locks her in a chokehold and her hands fly to his. Desperately she claws at his hands, her nails raking into his skin but he never flinches. She feels her feet leave the ground, her toes grazing the tile floor as he picks her up and pins her to the stall doors.

Her widened, fearful eyes look deep into his but all she finds as he rips the curtain closed is the lack of human emotion within him. His eyes were hollow, the whites of his eyes running black and they are the last thing she sees before unconsciousness overtakes her.

- 𝗘𝗡𝗗 𝗢𝗙 𝗙𝗟𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 -

She's limp in his arms as he carries her throughout the darkness of Brimborne whose only source of light is moonlight spilling through the dirtied glass window panes hanging high above. He walks with all the time in the world, his eyes dead set on the last place Billy ever wanted to see again. The only sound to be heard within miles was the scuffle of his rubber soles scraping against the dirt and leaves sprinkled across the concrete.

The scratchy thumps of his boots turn to metal echoes as he disappears down the darkened stairwell. From there, inky blackness like the sludge coursing through his veins is all that can be seen. Little moonlight has survived the journey through the grated floor, but there was enough to illuminate Heather's body that he places onto the cement floor.

Soft, discomforted groans break through the duct tape over her mouth as she comes to. She rolls onto her back, confused as to why she feels pain in her head and cement digging into her spine.

But everything she needs to know becomes all too clear almost instantly when she sees Billy's hollowed eyes staring down at her from where he's perched above her. Panic sets in, and as she realizes all too late why she is unable to move her hands or feet. That doesn't stop Heather from trying as she fights against the restraints, eager to use her dried-out voice.

Her breath is knocked loose when Billy throws her back into the ground after she managed to sit up even an inch.

He keeps a small majority of his weight on her shoulders as he leans in close, his breath on her ear.

"Don't be afraid. It'll be over soon."

Tears tickle her temple when they escape her eyes. She prays for many things, but she'll even settle for the small possibility the sweat collecting on her skin is enough to weaken the tape on her mouth. Then maybe, just maybe she can scream for help.

"Just stay very still."

This specific hope fizzles away, drowning in her own confusion when, without moving his head, he looks to her and slowly peels the tape off of her lips.

She's too shocked to do anything. Too afraid. But she wasn't prepared to let that stop her. Heather was going to do something, she had to. She would.

But that all died when Billy suddenly stood up, looking almost disinterested in her as an eery, unnatural sound reverberates throughout the darkness before her. Slowly, her head turns to face the dark abyss when she catches movement out of the corner of her eye.

His face is as hard as stone though his eyes hold a flicker of struggle and pain when it all unfolds. Heather may be the only one in binding, but she is not the only one who is trapped. There is nothing at all Billy can do but watch as the large and bloodied mass of flesh stomps forward from the shadows, ready to feast.

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Call Me Out

Pairing: Sam Wilson x Reader

Summary: You go on a drive with Sam, you have everything planned out but Sam makes an unexpected pit stop.

Word Count: 971

Warning: smut, car sex, public sex

Written for: @mcukinkbingo​ | @star-spangled-bingo​ 

Squares Filled: Location: The Car | Love confession during sex

Kinktober Day 13: Public or Semi public sex

“Sam, what are you doing?” You asked when Sam pulled into a random car park. It had struck you as odd, this pit stop wasn’t on your meticulously planned itinerary. “Do you need something from the store?”

“Nah, baby, we gon’ have some car sex.” Sam blurted out and you couldn’t help but laugh at how blunt he was about the activity in question.

“What if someone sees us?” You questioned but your hand found his muscular thigh. ”You okay with having someone see Captain America’s ass or any part of my sexy body?”

“That is a risk I am definitely willing to take. I saw the lingerie you put on this morning and although this outfit is on point. I want it off.” You were dripping just thinking about it, Sam had made you feel sexy, made you feel wanted. Biting your lip, you lifted your hips, ]your hands diving under your skirt and pulling your panties down, tossing them in Sam’s direction.

“I guess you can keep those if you like them so much.” You whispered in his ear, tongue grazing over the shell of it. You’re grinning from ear to ear when you were finally able to pull down his jeans and underwear, his cock springing free from its confinements. He really was turned on by you, and that made you wetter by second.

Checking your surroundings, it was packed full of cars and people were flooding in and out of the store but you supposed it was better than the car park being completely empty and having some, if not all, the attention drawn to the both of you.

Unbuckling his seatbelt, you hiked up your skirt, bunching it up around your hips. You straddled him, feeling him widening his legs below you.

“God, I’m so glad you didn’t drive in the bug today.” You laughed, already lining yourself up with the tip of his cock, sinking down on him. He grunted, teeth biting down on his bottom lip as he thrusted up into your pussy. You clawed onto his shirt, grabbing hold of his shoulder for stability.

Public sex was always so risky. But the risk of getting caught sent a thrill through your entire body. If you did get caught though, there was nothing that anybody could say or do to stop you from riding him.

“Look at you,” Sam coos at you, humming deep in his throat. “You look so sexy on top of me, baby girl.”

His lips pressed to the exposed softness of your collarbone, leading to the swell of your breasts. Sam pushes them together, his head turning from side to side in your breasts. You giggled before he captured your nipple in his mouth, teeth scraping against it as he pulled back.

Settling onto your knees, you rose up as high as you could; your head hitting the roof of the car. When you knew that just the tip of dick was inside you, you slammed back down onto him. Your skin slapping together. You repeated the action over and over again, Sam letting you take charge as you rode him, his hips sporadically fucking up into you.

Sam was close; he could feel it inside him. The knots. The tightness. The pain. He could have come when you threw your panties at him but he wanted to hold on for as long as long as he could. He wanted to come inside your pussy, wanted you to milk him dry of all he had, wanted you to clench your pussy and keep his come inside you for the rest of the day. And without your panties it was going to be a difficult task to keep it from dribbling down your thighs. 

He grunted beneath you, thrusting up into you. He took this moment to spit on his fingers, pressing them to your sensitive bundle of nerves. You squealed as rubbed at your clit with vigor. Sam wanted you to come hard and come quick, and he knew exactly what he was doing to get you there.

Legs quivering, your stomach tightens under Sam’s dirty work. Falling forward, you convulse against Sam’s chest. “Are you gonna come for me, baby girl? Fuck! Shit, I love you! Love it when you clench around my cock.”

“Yes! Sam, fuck! Keep rubbing my clit, baby. Use your big cock and come in my pussy. Please! Fuck!” Your legs clench around Sam’s thighs, your pussy doing the same to his cock. Closing your eyes, you groan at the force of your orgasm, writhing at how powerful it was. You came with a cry, he continued to rub your clit as you rode the waves of the aftershocks. Sam came, his whole body rid of any motion other than panting and holding you close.

“Shit, Sam.” You said against his neck, out of breath as you returned to the land of the living. “Why haven’t we done that before?”

Sam coughed out a laugh, watching intently as you rise from his lap, detaching yourself from his softened cock, his come dripping with your pussy. “Because there is always someone else in the car or we’re apart, that’s why. And you’re constantly complaining about your back so we have to do it where we have space otherwise you won’t let me touch you for about a week.”

“Why you always gotta call me out like that?” Rolling your eyes, you returned back to your seat and readjusted your skirt and pulled up the top that Sam had pulled down while he was sucking on your tits. “I think we should get outta here.”

“Why because we’ve ruined your itinerary?” 

“Well yes but no not that, I’m pretty sure my ass hit the horn and there are security guards coming for us right now. Let’s go.”

[flightlessangelwings]

Tease

Frankie Morales x fem!Reader

Smut, 18+ only

It was late in the afternoon and you really missed Frankie. While you had the day off today, he still had to work and now that you finished everything you wanted to do today, you just wanted him home with you. 

You loved him so much, but he had been working a lot lately so it didn’t leave much time to spend with you. Of course, you understood; he only worked himself so much to provide for you. But still, you missed the days when you would stay in bed with him all day.

As you stood in front of the now reorganized closet and stared at Frankie’s button down shirts, you suddenly got an idea. 

You stripped out of your shirt and pants before you grabbed a plaid shirt from the hanger and slipped it on. You fastened the bottom button so that the shirt made a V shape on your chest and framed your breasts perfectly. With a satisfied look in the mirror, you went to grab your phone and knelt down onto the floor.

The picture ended up very sexy: you were on your knees with the shirt pulled down just enough to cover your panties, your thighs and chest were perfectly framed in the photo. With a smirk, you quickly sent it to Frankie with no explanation and you eagerly waited for his response. 

You didn’t have to wait long, because within minutes your phone pinged with a text from your boyfriend:

Fuck! 

You smiled at your phone as you thought of an idea for a second picture. It required less clothing so you slipped Frankie’s shirt off and hung it before you turned your camera around and took a picture of yourself in nothing but your black lace bra. You sent it without a caption once more and you wondered what his face would be like when he saw the photo.

Again, it didn’t take long for Frankie to reply:

Are you trying to kill me baby?!

Your answer was simply a winking face before you took your bra off and went to lay down on your shared bed to take a third photo. This time, you angled your phone as you lay on your back and tried to look as seductive as possible while you covered your breasts with your arm. Your heart pounded in your chest as the thrill of sending increasingly naughty pictures caught up with you.

This time, Frankie took a little bit longer to reply. But when he did, your breath caught in your throat:

Don't move from that spot

With a satisfied smile, you texted him and said you’d be here waiting for him before you set your phone down and felt a rush of adrenaline as you waited as patiently as you could for him.

Frankie never moved faster in his life. It was a pleasant surprise when you sent him the first photo in his shirt, and he only got more and more flustered as you sent more. By the time you sent the last picture, he could barely form a coherent sentence and he knew he had to leave work early.

The silence in your bedroom was deafening as you laid there in anticipation. You couldn’t help the hand that traveled down your bare torso and under your panties as you waited for Frankie to get home. 

He made it back in record time, and you grinned when you heard the front door. You could only imagine the determination on his face as he rushed home and you wondered how many stop signs he ran through. You stayed still as you heard his footsteps come closer to the bedroom, your hand was still under your panties and on your heat.

When Frankie all but burst through the bedroom door out of breath, he froze at the sight that greeted him. There you were, all laid out on display for him with only your black panties on. He took a moment to take everything in and memorize the way you looked before he quickly stripped himself of all his clothing as he made his way toward the bed. 

The second he was free of all his clothes, Frankie all but pounced on top of you and captured your lips in a heated kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck to hold him as close as possible as you immediately deepened the kiss. Your lips parted for him and he took the invitation without hesitation.

Frankie’s hands roamed up and down your body as you kissed each other passionately. Soft moans escaped both your lips as you grabbed a fistful of his hair to pull him even closer to you. Both of you felt so desperate for each other, as if you would never see each other again. You could feel Frankie’s heartbeat as he pressed his chest against yours.

He shifted his position so that he hovered over you and his hands traced soft patterns down your body. When he reached your hips, Frankie sat up and just ghosted his fingertips up and down your thighs, which were already parted and ready for him. But just as he was about to reach your center, the one place you desperately wanted him to touch, he moved his hands back up your body and cupped at your breasts.

You couldn’t help but whine at the way he teased you and you reached for him, needy for more contact. Frankie smiled down at you before he gave in to your silent request and he leaned him to kiss your lips once more. Your hands cupped his face at first, but soon drifted down to feel the soft skin on his chest. As you smiled into the kiss, you gave his nipples a soft pinch, which caused him to groan into your mouth.

“Fuck, baby,” Frankie moaned between your faces before he kissed his way down your neck. He could feel you grind against his hips as he licked and sucked on all the sensitive spots of your skin, and he knew you could feel how hard he was already.

Frankie continued to kiss his way down your skin and teased at your nipple with his tongue. But, instead of taking the skin there into his mouth, he pulled away and placed more feather-light kisses wherever he could reach.

When you whined again, he spoke in a low voice, “This is for teasing me today, baby.” Frankie’s hands ran up and down your body again, only this time he stopped at your pussy to rub gentle circles on your clit a few times before he let his hands roam elsewhere.

You clawed at his skin, desperate for him to touch you more, “Frankie… please…”

The way you begged for him made his resolve break, and he couldn’t take it anymore. He knew that by teasing you like this, he was also making it harder on himself, but he couldn’t help it. Frankie usually loved to take his time with you and worship your body as he kissed every inch of skin. But today, you were both too needy for each other. He was already rock hard and even though your panties, he could feel how wet you were.

He moaned your name as he tugged at the elastic of your panties, and you eagerly lifted your hips so that he could remove them. Frankie laid himself on top of you again, and you immediately wrapped yourself around him, desperate for as much contact as possible. 

With his length positioned at your entrance, Frankie paused to look into your eyes and he almost came then and there when he saw the love and desire on your face. He brought a hand up to caress the side of your face before he slowly pushed himself into you. Your face twisted in pleasure as you threw your head back and moaned loudly.

He paused and whispered your name once he was fully inside you, and just relished how amazing you felt around him and under him. Your legs were wrapped around his waist and your arms were around his shoulders as you held onto him as much as possible. Frankie placed a soft kiss to your jawline before he started to thrust in and out of you.

The room filled with moans and sighs from both of you. He started slowly at first, since he wanted to savor every second, but soon Frankie became starved for more. The pitch of your cries went up as he angled himself to hit that sweet spot inside of you, and you both knew you wouldn’t last much longer.

“Frankie…. fuck…” you cried, “So good baby…”

Frankie’s thrusts became more erratic and rough as you sang your praises for his movements. He could feel his climax start to build as you tightened yourself around him, but he was determined to make you come first. As he fucked you even faster, Frankie lifted himself up onto his knees, and brought you with him since you were still tightly clinging to him.

The new angle made you cry out even louder as you sank deeper onto his length. Your limbs still stayed around your boyfriend’s body and he held onto your hips tightly to keep you upright in his lap. Once you adjusted to the new position, Frankie started to pound into you with more fervor; he was ready to make you cum.

With one hand firmly on your waist to keep you supported, Frankie snaked his other hand between your bodies to rub your clit. You held onto his shoulders even tighter as your inner muscles started to clench around his cock. You started to feel the familiar tingle throughout your body and you threw your head back as you let your orgasm take over you with a loud cry.

Frankie’s rhythm in his hips and hand didn’t falter as he fucked you through your powerful climax. No matter how many times he saw it, he could never get over how beautiful and sexy you look when you come apart in front of him like that. Between that and how you tightened around him, Frankie couldn’t hold back any more and he came right after you. He moaned your name into your shoulder as he rode out his orgasm inside of you before he collapsed back down onto the bed.

You both stayed still for a few minutes as you both came down from your highs. The pair of you were nothing more than a tangle of limbs as you stayed wrapped up in each other and just listened to the sounds of your breathing. You could feel Frankie’s heartbeat again, and you would have fallen asleep if he didn’t start to move.

He slowly pulled out of you, which caused you to whimper softly, before he laid back down beside you. You snuggled into his chest right away and he brought an arm around you to hold you close. You almost wanted to cry at how perfect this moment was, and you felt overwhelmed at how much you loved the man beside you.

As if he could read your thoughts, Frankie broke the silence with your name, “I love you.” His voice was soft and sweet and he followed his declaration with a kiss on the top of your head.

“I love you too Frankie,” you kissed his chest before you added, “I’ve missed you lately.”

He sighed, “I miss you too, baby. I’m sorry I have to work so much,” he shifted to look you in the eyes, “But it’s all for you. I’d do anything for you. You know that, right?”

You smiled at him, “I know. And you know I appreciate everything you do for me.”

He replied by kissing your lips softly before he spoke, “I do appreciate the pictures today, through,” he said with a chuckle, “I’ll be saving those.”

That made you laugh, “In that case, there’s more where that came from,” your voice was playful, but Frankie could hear the seduction in your tone as well.

“Oh really…” he leaned in and kissed you again, only this time with more fervor. It wouldn’t be until the following morning that either of you left the bed, and you were both more than ok with that.

~

Notes: So funny story. This was inspired when I was taking pics for my OnlyFans while messaging @tintinwrites and we started talking about how flustered Frankie would get if you sent him sexy pictures. And then I wrote this lol!

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[all-things-fic]

Finding out about Harry getting the movie role 🥺🥺🥺

No matter how many times you told him not to worry, he did.

You supposed it was only human nature. Everyone had a little worry from time to time. However, with Harry it always seemed to be tenfold.

He would channel his worry in many ways, depending on whatever news he was waiting for. Sometimes he would be deep and brooding, going into himself and becoming a one word answer kind of guy.

Other times he would busy himself with the most menial of tasks. That three mile run he had been putting off earlier in the week would now become between a five to seven mile run and something he absolutely had to do for his own benefit.

The list of groceries that you were going to go out for on Sunday - the ones stuck to your fridge - were now his responsibility to pick up when he went out on a petrol run to fill up his car (that he wasn’t going to drive considering he couldn’t really go anywhere in that present moment of time).

Or the song he had pencilled time in to finish now became important enough that he couldn’t wait for the studio time he had booked and his own recording outlet in the comfort of his home was more than enough to complete the job.

He’d had his deep and brooding moment at the beginning of the week, making it so you were lucky if you managed to get a grunt out of him. You rode that wave out together, neither a comment said from the other about arguably his childish display.

Part of you didn’t expect him to react in such a way. The tape he had sent weeks ago had been well received but he had been gently let down. Beaten by a better man. At first it stung, but it wasn’t like he would be down and out without the opportunity.

He took it on the chin. Brushed himself off and proudly stuck out his chest. Moved onto the next thing, just like before.

“‘S a bit shit but I’ll live,” he admitted, swallowing thickly before taking a larger pull from his wine than its predecessor, as he curled up with you on the couch in knackered old sweats that would’ve been worth binning because of how threadbare and hole-y they were.

His comment has been out of the blue, Harry choosing not to talk more about the situation after he had given you the news that he wasn’t the man for the role. Nonetheless you were ready to engage in the conversation now if it were needed.

“Not going to buy it off Sky movies when it finally appears on their listing though?”

“Absolutely fucking not.”

You’d laughed about it. Shared smiles over his whispered experience of recording an audition rather than entering a room and feeling clammy palms like he had done for previous opportunities that he had put himself forward for.

He had talked and talked about scenarios that you knew because you had experienced them with him too. About the line running and how much of a massive ballache it could be at times, invasive and often overbearing due to how all-encompassed he became. Still you let him speak as if these scenarios were new to your ears because somewhere inside you knew that was what he needed.

Then the moment was gone, and the train picked up steam for something else like it always did. Where he was jumping into a car and driving across Europe with his friends, promising you within his goodbye kisses that “‘s not just a piss up wi’the lads” and that he was actually going strictly for business.

And that was it.

You thought it was forgotten.

Pulled into a false sense of security when you savoured the way the world around you had made it so the two of you had time to really connect. To enjoy each other without the apologies around rushed kisses because he was being pulled away, again.

Hand movements slower as you undressed each other in the dusk of the evening or pitch black of the early hours rather than desperately seeking the missed feeling of warmed europhia. Basking in the beauty that came with sluggish pulls and desperate pleas.

That was until he was sitting at the table over breakfast, one bleak morning, hanging on to the words that had been shared between himself and his manager.

All of it fading so easily.

His face was pensive as he listened, free hand dropping his fork and moving to push through his bed head before the backs of his fingers roughly rubbed at the facial hair that was scattered along his jawline and cheeks.

You tried not to stare for too long, not wanting to be caught in your eagerness to eavesdrop. Hands somewhat shaky as they buttered at toast, and cut the crusty bread in half ready to bite into when you felt your hunger return.

The sugar of your tea wasn’t quite sweet enough, as you lifted your gaze to watch Harry continue to listen and sipped at the warm drink.

“Knew it had gone well but didn’t think it’d gone that well,” he replied to whatever Jeff or Alex, or some else, had been saying to him over the other end of the line.

Then his smile broke across his lips.

“She said that,” he paused, blowing out a huge breath of air partly from relief but also hearing such high praise. “‘S good, ‘s great even. Nice to hear.”

Something inside you knew he was gone. Already whisked off somewhere else in all but body. People around him putting him on flights to take him away from you, in clothes that didn’t fit but could be tailored to him to look like his second skin. Literally made for him.

His hair was bound to be the first thing to make him look less like your Harry, in a way that was odd to the eye but weirdly pleasing to your wildest imagination and deviant personality which was known to rear itself between the two of you from time to time.

The feeling, mixed with those sudden rush of thoughts, was only solidified when his eyes darted over towards you but moved away just as quickly.

“‘Ow am I feeling?” He looked at you again, this time met with your buttering your other slice of toast. “Like I’ve got some celebrating to do.”

Harry chuckled boisterously, clearly amused by what had been said to him over the other end of the line. It was enough to make him successful to catch your gaze once more. “Not quite cracked open the champagne yet, mate no. By the sounds of it think you’re doing that for the two of us.”

He paused, “Careful you don’t drink away your managerial cut of the opening weekend, ‘s only in pre-production.”

With a lick to his lips, Harry looked at you, a soft raise to his eyebrows when he saw the realisation lace your features and your eyes widened over at him. Then his lips smiled in the way that they had before when he must’ve received praise.

Only this time it was you and your admiration that he found himself enjoying.

A small bite down onto his bottom lip let you know he was shying away from feeling his full elation and letting you share in it too. You couldn’t stop yourself from removing the napkin from your lap and scrunching it against the dining table as you pushed out of your seat and walked around to him on the opposite side.

Remaining seated, Harry looked up at you as he switched the phone to the opposite side of his face and let your reach for him, encouraging his temple to fall against your stomach.

Fingers wove through his hair, not knowing if it was ever going to be this long again and your lips found the top of his head. Inhaling deeply you pressed a long kiss into his chestnut strands, haphazard but silky regardless of how unkempt he appeared. You whispered your words of congratulations to him so lowly that they were only shared between you whether a third party was still present on the phone.

His arm was wrapped around your waist, anchoring you to him and squeezing gratefully at the curve of your hips as you showered him with kisses.

“Call me later about all tha’,” he requested, lids hooded from the relaxing touch of your fingers. “‘S too early for logistics. ‘M going.”

Phone tossed to the table, Harry pushed back on his chair creating enough space to encourage you down onto his lap without much fight from you. He appreciated it, aware just as much as you that slow mornings like these were now going to happen no more than a handful of times for the rest of the year.

He embraced the way you fell against him, forehead against his temple and warm breath fanning against his cheek. One hand splayed out against your lower back while the other wrapped up and gently held your head against his.

You wanted him to hold you, just as much as you wanted to hold him. Legs heavy against his thighs and arms tight against the tops of his shoulders as your hands rubbed at the parts of his back that you could get to.

A stillness came over you that was heavy with emotion. Bittersweet.

Breathing deeply you had to let him know just how thrilled you were of all his successes. Lips gently gliding against his dribbled cheek, you found the shell of his ear and whispered, “If only you knew how fucking proud I am of you.”

His fingers that were buried into your locks, lightly scratched at the back of your head. A softly breathed chuckled omitting from his chest, “Haven't even told you I got it yet. Could be summat rubbish.”

“Don’t have to, can just tell,” you commented, pulling away and watching him tilt his head back to look at you with his hooded but shiny eyes and lopsided lips that danced with the softest of smiles.

You stayed quiet for a while as you gently ran your fingers over his features. He let you take your time, doing the same with just his eyes. Taking a breath he spoke in a soft tone, “How’d you know?”

“Less frowny, less grumpy man-child .”

“Hey,” he whined in response, quickly after. Face scrunching with his complaint. You breathed a laugh, leaning down to press a tender kiss to his lips which Harry only deepened. Pleased hum heard when you allowed him to do so.

Breaking your lips, you both lingered looking at each other through blurred vision and a mixture of squashed noses and deep breathing. Once his breath was caught Harry spoke his thanks softly in return.

“Does this mean said movie can go back onto my Sky Movies list to purchase when it becomes available?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely.”

[musedblues]

A Taste Of Honey (Part 2)

summary: A 1920's Deacy au! In which the reader, who comes from a family heavily involved in the American temperance movement, meets John, a bootlegger from overseas.

a/n: Well here it is. I'm fully aware interest may be completely lost in this fic but I'm very proud to have finished it. Im not sure where my writing journey will go from here. All I know is that this has been a very long time comin'... enjoy if you dare!

part 1 - 2

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"If anything happens, Deacy, I'll have your head!"

Ivan shook his fist from the front porch, illuminated by the light flooding from the opened front door. 

"I'll be fine!" You dismissed, skipping toward the car, still getting used to the sway of the heavy golden dress you borrowed from Alice. 

"I'm talking about my car!" Ivan shouted, correcting you. John let out a laugh at the remark, and gave your brother a nod, while he opened the passenger door, nudging you toward it.

Your brother and his wife had loaned the essentials to send you and John away for the party a man you never met was throwing. It was a small thrill, the prospect of such fun to be had, in comparison to the sickening exhilaration that coursed through you at the thought of spending any kind of evening at John's side. And the fact he'd asked you to. 

The ride was quiet and short, but dragged on with each new glance you dared to steal at the man driving. Both of John's hands relaxed on the wheel. A hint of that deadly smile on his lips. 

By the time you got to where you were going, you'd been so preoccupied with thoughts of the man by your side, that you'd nearly forgotten your plans for the evening.

If you had any expectations, they were blown clear away. Before you was an estate made up of too many windows to count, draped in vines and hanging lights. 

Even the crunch of the gravel that decorated the winding path you entered into sounded oddly elegant.

Inside was a fever dream of all the things you'd imagined on your short journey into the threshold. Across a giant winding staircase and below the shimmering chandelier were people from all walks of life, crammed together to have one grand time. Different music came from different corners and wild laughter filled the gaps, if there were any. 

And before you, John led the way. You couldn't recall the moment your hand found the bend of his arm, or if he cared that you'd reached out to him as he weaved through the crowd. But the grin on his face when he turned back to catch your eye had to be a good sign; despite the way your heart nearly burst at his look. 

John led you past hoards of people and trays of half full glasses. There was only one way to go, further inside the home, but John seemed to move as if he had an idea of where he was headed. Sure enough when the pair of you met the landing of the staircase, the host of the party was there to greet you. 

The host's initial booming hello was focused mostly on John. And without more than a glance your way, the party thrower shuffled John away from your side, insistent on sharing a chat with him on the top landing of the stairs.

You were left to linger, stalling at the base of the stairs and studying the crowd around you. Girls in beaded skirts and men with slicked back hair passed you by flashing well meaning but entirely distracted smiles. 

You'd felt mesmerized enough by the scene to slowly start to drift into it yourself. Reaching to brush your finger across meticulously carved bookcases and daring to take a glass from the extended hand of the first person to smile directly at you. 

You reached for the stem of the blue stained flute, and managed to make your talk small enough for the interested lad to wander far off. But offers kept coming. Glasses of this and that shoved in your face. You accepted the offers more out of respectful politeness than any eagerness to lose your wits. 

By the time you lost track of everyone's kind gestures, and a man was leading you closer to a table decorated with cards and chips, another hand intervened.

John was back, letting his fingers curl around your shoulder and nudging you in another direction of his choosing. Thrilling as it was for you, to have been handled just so by him, you were a little taken aback. 

Funny how after the sips of this and that, you felt steady as ever. But one look from John and your knees threatened to give out and all your cares too.

In the middle of the packed house, with John looking at you that way, you felt like the only person alive. And somehow this all added up to equal your new found courage to speak a little bolder than usual.

"Are you on strict orders from Ivan to steer me clear of any strange attention or do you maybe fancy me a little, John?" You dared wonder. You almost didn't care of the answer. So long as he kept guiding you through this evening with a strong steady hand.

"Both." John seemed to decide, continuing to guide you along. The pair of you had reached the patio doors by now, and the cool night breeze rushed through in perfect time to ease the heat that had rushed to your cheeks at John's response. 

"Let's go see the gardens!" You decided at first glance of the sprawling greenery that surrounded the estate. 

John let you tug him along, darting between couples and groups who'd come to ruin the fresh air with all their smoke.

He followed along, a very good sport, smiling as you pointed out flowers and trees you didn't realize could bloom in this part of the country. As you turned from marveling over a certain rose's colour, John seemed almost enraptured. Maybe not by your subject but certainly by some part of you. His gaze was fixed, and he seemed to bite back a wider grin. And your already lightened spirits seemed all the more weightless as your eye's met his. 

"If you keep looking at me like that, John, I'm going to have to kiss you." You let a small laugh escape, as the foreigners' expressions remained steadfast. 

He'd kissed you only the night before, on your brother's staircase. It was the only reason you felt free of regret enough to lean in and brush your lips against his again. John reciprocated fondly, letting one of his hands creep around the bend of your waist. You never realized it was possible to feel so happy. 

"Did you do that because you've been drinking? Or do you perhaps fancy me a little?"  John mocked your earlier statement, when the kiss died and your eyes locked. 

"Both." You smiled, charmed enough to try it a second time. But this kiss was broken much sooner than you reckoned any kiss ought to be.

"You know I'll be leaving soon. Just a week's more time." John killed the mood with a few words. You glanced to your feet and muttered understanding, noticing his hand still clutched your waist. 

"I just don't want to see you disappointed." John spoke up after a beat of heavy silence, and the words seemed hard for him to piece together, but he spoke them all the while. 

"Then don't disappoint me." You shrugged, glancing back up to the perfectly handsome man, who's smile seemed sad now.

"Come on, then." John said, moving his hand to find your own. "Not even I get to enjoy parties like this too often."

And you let him guide you back inside. You let the sun set on all the pretty flowers. And you let yourself feel grateful for the rest of the evening at John's side. 

///

He rode the train home with you the next day, sitting across the bench from you, and not saying very much. 

You felt the need to chatter at the pass of every few minutes. You got John to ramble a little about the other places he was due to visit in the states. The guy only one more stop at some.fancy hotel after your town, in the big city, next week. Then he'd head home. 

After explaining as much, the man went quiet again. But you couldn't let the silence last. It was as if you didn't work to hold his attention, it would be lost the next time you looked up. Maybe that wasn't true. But you couldn't risk letting John slip away so easily. Not when your heart practically lept from your chest each time his eyes met yours. If it wasn't meant to be, then so be it. But you were going to fight for the chance that you had, while it was still within reach. 

So when the train pulled into your neighborhood, and John stepped onto the platform, you stopped him waving goodbye. 

"Will you be back? To our shop, I mean?" 

John took a step closer toward you with a very serious expression that softened just before he spoke. 

"I wouldn't dare leave before telling you goodbye." He promised, in a low, sweet manner. 

John pressed his lips to your temple for one brief heavenly moment. And then he turned away to hail a cab. 

At least now, in your terrible mix of emotions, something very bright and warm burned within you. And you got to believe, for a moment, that the same reigned true for John.

///

But all was not well at home. How could it ever be? 

Your mother was horrified that you'd up and left for the night without so much as a word about it to her, and to your brother's home no less. 

Her disdain for her first born left you sick to your stomach more and more each day. 

But this was nothing new. You knew to give the woman a showy apology and to stay silent as she confined you to the kitchen table as she lectured about morality. Tomorrow things would be back to her regular sort of unhappiness. 

What really stopped you cold in your tracks that night, though, was the sight of your father stood in the doorway of your room with his arms crossed.

To bring a frown to his face was your greatest fear. For he'd loved you and shown it. And you dreamed of doing good by him every chance you got. As you stalled in the hall and waited for him to speak his mind, you hoped this would only be a reprimand for causing your mother unnecessary grief, for her madness made you all ten fold more miserable. 

"I know you've been with your brother..." Your father nodded with understanding, not looking right at you as he spoke calmly. "But that also means you've been with John. And I don't like that."

Oh. Ivan had warned you this might be your fathers mood. But you'd ignored his warning in hopes it wouldn't have been true. 

"You know John!" You countered, "You work with him! You're telling me you get to work with a man you don't like but I can't see him?"

"He's a fine man. But all wrong for you." 

"You're supposed to be the one who lets me find these things out on my own." You reminded. Your mother did plenty of directing you from day to day. Your father knew of what you spoke and nodded reluctantly, uncrossing his arms and looking you square in the eye. 

"Well not this time. Stay away from John, you hear me? He'll be gone before you know it anyhow." 

Your father rested a hand on your shoulder, giving you a reassuring squeeze as if to ease the blow of his demands. But as he walked back down the hall, the uncertainty that had stormed within you since John left you at the train station, raged wilder than before. 

What a jam... 

///

There was nothing stopping you from returning back to the depths of the coffee shop, the next time Ivan started up his business. 

Your mother was sound asleep, and your father was already there, serving the last of the coffee up top. Once you arrived you knew he'd be cross but unable to march you away. 

So you slipped on your finest dress and twirled down the rickety staircase that led to the party your brother charged for. 

There were already a good deal of friends jam packed into the small basement; dancing to swells coming from the gramophone and lining up to grab a glass from Ivan's makeshift bar. Your brother flashed a grin when he saw you sauntering in, but his smile turned somewhat more into a worried grimace when he saw you march up the man near the end of those overturned book shelves.

So was everyone concerned over your connection with John? Even the man who'd held your interest sort of frowned at the sight of you demanding his attention. 

John had his fingers curled around a glass. You took it from his grasp and the action made the bootlegger grin oh so slightly. But his frown returned after you slammed back the swallow of liquor in his glass- unsure yourself by what had come over you.

"Hey, come on, don't be that girl." Ivan called to you from behind the bar. You couldn't be sure if he was commenting on the way you'd claimed Deacy's drink for your own, or on the way you seemed too eager to get the stuff in your system. 

Before you could snap back at your brother's comment, though, John spoke up.

"Don't worry about it," He insisted in the charming draw of his. "Just pour me another." And as the man who you adored stepped past you to hold your brothers attention, John sort of let his hand brush across your waist. And he left his fingers to linger along your sides as Ivan, disgruntled, poured another for John. 

"Is that all you cut in line for?" Ivan sighed, nodding toward the few people, impatiently waiting to fill their glasses, stood in a row behind John. 

And you hadn't really considered this before your brothers prompting. But at his asking, you were moved to pull out a twenty dollar bill from your coin purse, and demand he give you your money's worth.

Ivan was reluctant, going on for a bit how once your father spotted you here, like this, that he'd surely be disappointed. And you didn't want that, did you? But little did Ivan know, you'd already disappointed your father. And you were determined to get something you wanted tonight, one way or another.

So with a sigh, Ivan poured you a tall drink and informed you were good to come back for a few more, to match your payment. 

So began your evening of ignoring John's worried remarks about slowing down. And as you kept the drinks coming you weren't even sure why. Perhaps it was to test your very own limits. To somehow prove you were more in control of your path than all the others who seemed to have something to say about the direction of your life. 

And damn John, for the way he kept his eyes locked on yours between the distance he silently kept insisting upon. And damn him for helping you find your balance, despite the steps he kept taking away from you. For letting his hands stay secure around your waist, long after you'd straightened up from stumbling.

And damn your father. He had to have been behind John's change in attitude. From the moment you'd met, John had been a flirt. And steadily, his quips kept getting bolder, until the last party you attended. Ivan's rambling about your fathers dislike of your fondness of John had to be what caused him to step back.

And damn your father, for finding you all dizzy in John's well meaning clutch, now. Your dad pointed to the door and demanded you find your way out of this scene. 

"I know you're not taking her back to your hole in the wall you've been staying at, in the state she's in." You father grumbled in a low curse, his eyes searing into John's. You tightened your hold on the fellow, shooting your father a glare all the same. He couldn't tell you where to go or with who. 

"Take her upstairs if ya like. But don't step foot past the alley. I'll be up in a minute."

After a shared look, John moved, pulling you alongside him. You moved,  happily leaning into him, disgruntled by the course of the evening all the while. Even Ivan seemed to shoot you a sorry grin when he noticed you being marched away, from across the room.

The alley was a little cold. But John's figure was warm. And as you followed his lead pausing just beyond the backdoor, you could feel this chance waiting to slip away. 

"You like me, don't you?" You wondered, turning to face the man you'd been so taken with since the moment he showed up at your door.

"Of course." John nodded, and answered so softly and with such care truly felt as though it were melting. 

"Then kiss me, John." 

"You're drunk."

"But we may never get the chance again. One or both of us are about to be beheaded. Either way, that'll make kissing hard to do from now on." You implored, letting your head fall to rest precariously on his shoulder as you finished your plea. You heard John let out a somber little chuckle as he dared to tighten his arm around you. 

And then you heard a shuffle beyond the backdoor, and let out a sigh at the timing of your father coming to ruin everything. 

But instead, the door bursts open to reveal Rita in a fluster. Her usually perfect makeup streaking down her cheeks. At the sight of the girl you'd always admired, a pang shot through your chest. But not immediately for her upset, whatever it was, but because you realized you'd failed to see your friend here all night, until now.

Before you could apologize, or ask what the matter was, Rita sucked in a breath and let out a string of words for you. 

"He was a snitch. He-he told my parents everything." She stammered, wild eye'd. 

"Who?" You begged to know, having turned away from John, but not having totally turned your attention away from his hand still rested on the small of your back. 

"The pastor's son. Cole. He- he said he was alright with this whole thing. But he... He told your mother. She's on her way here, she's-" 

Sound of a car roared closer, and the engine died away, drowning out the last of Rita's warning. For a second, you thought of making a break for it. But then the click of heels on the pavement seemed to count down your fate.

And then she stood there before you. Your mother, dressed to the nines, complete with her usual scowl.

You couldn't let go of John. Your nails seemed to dig into his side on their own accord. The pair of you stared ahead to the woman who gave you life, and kept you from living it all the same. She stood and stared too, almost like she was giving you a chance. And that was the scariest bit of it all. 

As time seemed to pause, John let your name escape him in a nervous breath, like a warning. Trying to alert you that your hanging off him wouldn't help. But there was no way you were gonna let him go now. 

It was then your mother decidedly sauntered up to the two of you, letting her eyes search your from the top of your head to the tips of your toes and back up again. 

When she let out a scof, you realized you'd been holding your own breath. And when you opened your mouth, willing oxygen in, or words of mitigation out, your mother decided what was next. 

Before you could blink, one of her strong hands was digging into your arm, and she was tearing you away from John's gentle hold.

And despite his caution earlier, you could feel John's hand still trying to keep hold of you, as you were yanked away. The sensation of being taken from the man's clutch was horrid, but what was more painful was the feeling of his fingers trying and failing to keep hold.

So when your mother tossed you aside, toward the brick of the coffee house wall, you were hardly affected; not like you'd only just been.

And when you looked up, after steadying yourself and dusting your stone imprinted hands of dust, John was stepping closer toward your mother. He shouted something at her, about how she didn't have the right to treat you just so. But before he could finish defending you, he was shut down.

Your mothers hand flew across his cheek, and the sound of the slap and John's shocked hiss echoed through the alley and caused something vile to rise in your gut. 

You pushed yourself from the wall then, indifferent to the dizziness you felt, desperate to reach out to the man you'd been so fond of; calling his name.

But your mother was there, more sober and more angry. And she halted your mission to make it to your man, digging her nails into your sides and forcing you in the other direction. 

"John I'm sorry, John..." You called past the lump in your throat. That was when Ivan came upon the scene. He darted from the doorway and did his damnedest to block your mothers storming off. 

"You're a monster. Let her go!" Your brother fummed, as your mother managed to storm around her first born, pushing you along. 

"I'm her mother. And I'll do as I see fit to keep my child out of harm's way." Your mother stated, almost calmly.

"You're no mother. You're a walking nightmare. She's not your plaything-"

"Word's won't fix this, Ivan." You said, reminding him that his defying of the woman only ever made her ten times more evil.

"I'll pray for your children, son." Your mother nodded, opening the passenger door of her car, and flinging you toward the bench. "They're going to need it."

You didn't look to Ivan, as your mother drove off. You didn't dare look to John. You only hung your head and cried silent tears while your mother peeled down the road. And the whole way home, she spat vile things about you and Ivan. Her own children. About your father, her beloved husband. And aout John, a man who, since his arrival, had only tried to help out.

You let your tears dry when the car pulled up to the house you'd never really felt at home in. And went willingly from the ride to the door, knowing you would get very far in the countryside if you dashed away now. You'd need a wiser plan. Still, your mother dug her claws into your arm and marched you up the staircase to your room, like you were a girl no oler to know better. 

"Stay here." She demanded after pushing your further into your bedroom, her fist around the doorknob, establishing total control. 

You expected to be banished here. What you didn't expect, however, was the return of your mother with boards to nail against your windows. You might've laughed if you weren't the one being all locked up. Wasn't this sort of thing only supposed to happen in twisted fairy tales? You're life was twisted enough, you supposed.

She left you there, trapped in the space that was meant to be your own, meant to be safe. As you sulked in silence, the memory of your mothers assault on John haunted you. The horrid sound her action resulted in. His gut wrenching reaction, the small hiss, his stalling in the place she put him in. 

And the way he watched you being dragged off, helpless and sorry for you. It was pathetic, the situation you found yourself in. So you let your tears bubble up again and you cried and cried; until exhaustion set in. Tomorrow was a new day....

///

There was a pounding at your door, loud enough to jolt you from slumber.

"Open up!" The sound of your father calling from beyond the hall stirred you fully conscious. In one swift dash you were stood before your door, jiggling the handle, feeling silly for hoping that would work. 

"She's locked it." You groaned. "Do you have a key?" Your wonder was nearly frantic, and so were you- trying still to twist the knob. At the sound of your fathers grumbled cursing, you began to bustle about for some hair pins, but quickly realized you wouldn'tve had a clue to how to finess the tools into working like another. 

Then you heard your mother. She  shouted down the hall, telling your father to get out of her sight, to leave you be. Shouting that you were better off confined. That you'd be locked away until she found the right reformatory to ship you off to. You knew she meant it. You knew she'd send you away without a care of your consent. 

"She's not a child anymore. You can't just treat her like a bad pet who needs training."

"I'm her mother. And I'll be damned if I don't do what's best for my child. I failed the first time. God knows you never cared about either of them like I care." Your mother spat, breaking your heart and your fathers too no doubt. 

Their bickering lasted a while longer, and you spun away from listening in to force yourself to think. There had to be a way out of here, out of this life. There had to be a way to a better world. 

And the best you could do was wait.  Until dinner. Wait until your mother brought you a tray of soup and bread, trading a few put downs before she twirled from your room. And then you checked the time, and counted down the hours to her always predictable nightly routine.

And you waited still, until your bedside clock ticked well passed after midnight.

And then you used a lamp to pry the nails away from windows. You could tell her bedroom light was out by leaning against the sill.

With no time to spare, you tossed a change of clothes in your purse, and the envelope stashed with tips you'd been saving for over a year. 

It wasn't a very long way down. With the help of a lattice panel and the dark of night, you found grassy freedom in no time. Your heart beat heavy as you crept toward the road. It wouldn't be safe, not until the city lights were in view. But your shoes were flat and your hopes were high.

Miraculously, no one stopped you. Not the truck who zoomed by somewhere still deep along the dark country road. Not the school kids on the edge of town, tossing bottles off the bridge. And not the sleepy clerk at the desk of the hotel you raced into. 

"Be here, be here, be here..." You prayed under your breath, hurrying to the room you remembered John booking. And right as you rounded the hall, the door of the room you'd been in search of opened. 

But the squeak of wheels gave away the presence of a maid, pushing her cart of cleaning supplies out into the hall.

"He's gone?" You sighed, stopping at the end of the hall, your feet aching after moving so ceaselessly through the night. 

"Whoever was here left a while ago." The maid stopped for a moment, looking to you with a sorry expression. "Around dinner time."

"Right. Is there a phone at the desk?" 

The maid nodded and wished you luck, and you thanked her for it. You'd need as much as you could get. 

The clerk who was still kicked back, sleeping, startled at your ringing the bell on the desk. And though they didn't seem pleased at your begging to use the phone, they let you.

It only rang twice. 

"Hello?" Your fathers voice was a pleasant surprise. Of course he'd gone to stay with Ivan, in the midst of all this chaos. 

"Dad, Im-"

"Where are you? Does she know you've gone? I'll come fetch you."

"No." You implored, holding up a hand as if he could have seen your insistence.  "No I've phoned to let you know I'm taking the train to the city. I've got to find John before he leaves. And I'm sure of where he is. I've got to try." 

John had told you where he was headed next, on your last train ride together. And you'd felt silly for keeping the details at the front of your memory... until now.

The other line went quiet for a beat. And you'd fully prepared yourself for your fathers disapproval. But then he just said,

"Okay." Your father seemed to realize the weight of your feelings, you thought, by his tone of voice. "I knew you'd get out of there, eventually." And once more, you could tell by his tone he wasn't just referring to the room you'd been locked in for the last couple nights. "Phone us again, when you're safe and sound. I know you will be."

At his blessing, tears sprung in your eyes. You were going to go no matter what. But to have your father on your side made you even more determined to fly out of this hotel, and to the next one you knew John was meant to be staying at. 

///

Booking a train ticket was nearly impossible. And if you had spent much longer pleading with the station, you would have missed the bus pulling up down the block, offering rides in the right direction. 

The couple hour journey was maddening, and thrilling, and terrifying all at once. You were on your way to change your life. No matter what John said, or how he greeted you; no matter if he fell into your embrace or left you in the hotel lobby, you'd never go back the way you'd come from. 

And luckily, you managed to find the hotel John had briefly spoken of, without much trouble. It was the grandest of the business booming on this side of the city. Folks flooded in and out of the revolving doors, as you considered the past set of days that had led you to standing before here with such an erratic heartbeat.

But you only stayed paused for a moment. Your feet were darting inside before your mind caught up with how close you were to the mission at hand. 

The lobby was just as full of people as the revolving doors had been, lines forming near the desk, groups fighting to fit their luggage into golden elevators. 

And though you hated to be the person you'd decided to be, you dashed to the end of the front desk, hoping the clerk would spare you a minute at most. 

"I just need to know if someone's booked a room." You begged to know, shooting sorry looks to the people you'd cut in front of. The clerk seemed to have no patients for you, but miraculously, another set of hands swooped in to help. Some nice older woman flipped through the bookings to find John's name, after you gave it, and came up short.

"What about Deacy?" You hoped all of a sudden, quickly beginning to lose your ambition the longer she shook her head.

You'd done what you could, rudely so. And scurried away so your unwelcome presence would no longer be in the way of things.

And as you sauntered away, giving one last pathetic glance about the crowded lobby, you reminded yourself that it was all alright. You might not have found John. But you were finally free.

And then you pushed through the revolving door. And past your ghostly reflection, you spotted a familiar set of grey eyes. 

John seemed to wait until your gaze registered his own, before spinning around to make it indoors. You ignored the chilly night air and pushed on until you were right back where you'd just started to leave from. 

There he was, before you as real and sure as the sun and moon.

"You never gave me a proper goodbye." You reprimanded through a growing smile. He'd promised to give you a farewell, once. 

"How about a rain check? I've got lot's more important things to tell you, as a matter of fact." The man you'd come to adore smiled then, and offered his arm. You held on without hesitation and managed to follow his lead through the crowd, to the room he'd been staying in.

It was a humble little space, his suitcase opened on the coffee table and a yellow lamp left on by the window. John shut the door behind you with a soft click, loosening the pale blue tie round his neck, as you glanced about the room.

"I came by. Your place, I mean." John admitted, leaning against the closed door, as you turned from admiring the wall art to face him.

"You did?"

And then John said your father had dragged the Brit along, that night he'd knocked at your door. John was outside with high hopes. But your mother had caught your father before you'd even known there was a plan. 

"So you did try to come and tell me goodbye." You laughed a little, kind of glad he wasn't able to. This reality where you'd run to him was much more befitting to the situation, you thought. 

"Well, no." John pointed, not laughing along with you. "I never really wanted to say goodbye."

You stood there, taking in the sight of him. Watching John's brows oh so slightly furrow upward, hope pouring from his expression. You considered the gleam in his eye and the way he slowly seemed to shift his posture a little closer to you. 

"So we haven't got to part ways in a hurry then?" You wondered. Asking more than if you could linger a while longer in his rented room.

John seemed to know what you were asking. He seemed relieved, too. His shoulders loosened as the man crossed the space between you, in no big hurry. It seemed the two of you had all the time in the world at your disposal, now. John took his time, reaching out to tuck away some loose hairs near your ear. And his smile grew steadily too. By the time the guy pressed a kiss to your lips, you'd been wondering if the dawn would be breaking any time soon.

But the longer John went on kissing you, the less you thought of the sunrise. As John enclosed you in his arms, all your thoughts were of the man you'd come to adore. 

And as laid next to him and closed your eyes to the rising sun, you couldn't recall ever having experienced such a bright morning. 

"So you're not too eager to head back home, yeah?" John asked, once you'd both stirred from a restful slumber.

"I think I found a much more suitable place to be." You smiled, referring to the spot you'd settled under John's arm. 

And it didn't take much convincing on his end for you to agree on catching the next boat across the pond. 

///

The other line rang so long you'd almost decided to hang up. Then your brother answered. 

"Helllooooo!" He sang in a chipper timbre, making you wonder if he'd been expecting you at exactly this time, or if he answered everyone that way.

"Well I was going to ask how you were but it seems you're so well I don't have to wonder." You laughed into the receiver. 

The morning was early, and a breeze blew back a sheer curtain, obscuring your view of the grey English morning. 

Ivan spent the next few minutes yaking about how glad he was to hear from you. And you were glad to listen. On your rather spontaneous journey overseas, you were bogged down for a brief moment, at the thought of being so far from your dear brother. But as he rambled in your ear now, you'd never felt closer to him.

Ivan asked how things were. He asked after John, and that mattered so much more to you than his concerns for your well being. And when you had had your fill of the attention being on you, you begged your brother to give you all the details of what happened after you ditched home.

He said your mother was as furious as expected. Said she tried to blame your brother and her husband for your running off. Said she tried to get the police to shut down the coffee house for hosting such an undignified business after hours.

"You should'a seen her face when she found out officer Willard was our most loyal customer." Ivan chuckled. 

"We did have to pay a fine, in the end, so she'd quit her raving. It was almost everything we'd saved away for the baby." 

Your brother sighed. And you cooed his name in commiseration. 

"But my friend who owns that estate, the one who threw that party John took you to," Ivan explained. "He was good enough to loan us a bit of cash to stash away." Your brother said the man tried to give the money away outright, as a thank you to Ivan for helping start up his own speakeasy of sorts. But Ivan was dead set on paying him back, one day.

"Now we can't decide to name the babe after him, or John." Ivan chuckled. 

"And what if it's a girl?" You mused. 

"That'll just have to be a surprise." Ivan said, and just then the line went dead. You called your brother's name with a little hope he'd come back to tell you more. 

But you didn't worry when the line went on buzzing. You'd see him and his darling wife and his child to be, one day. You'd see your father too, if he was still hiding out at your brothers place. Hell, maybe they'd all come over here. 

Maybe you'd build a life with John, in his humble little English flat. You certain felt at home, watching the guy of your fancy stay dreaming as the sun rose. 

John had been kind to you. He'd been your friend when he didn't have to be. He'd let you lean into him, and he laughed at your jokes. He invited you into his world and smiled wide the closer your ship rolled toward London. 

And he'd treated your shoes as if they'd always been stored in the middle of the welcome mat. John opened his space up to you, and asked every night for the first few weeks, if you were happy, if you needed anything more. Your answers were always yes and no. 

And he didn't need to ask for honey in his coffee anymore. You just knew to add a little in the warm cup you'd have ready near the place he liked to sit in the morning. 

It was familiar and it was sweet, and so was John. Maybe he liked honey in his tea, too. And dear God, how you prayed every year from here on out; got to be spent guessing at life alongside the man who'd thrilled you by wondering all your answers all along.

[cl-01-kestis]

Mistress - Cal Kestis x Inquisitor!Reader! | nsfw

Summary: Cal Kestis hides a huge secret from everyone he knows, a secret that could risk his alliance and loyalty to the rebellion; you.

Warnings: bdsm, slight degrading, choking, lots of face riding, hair pulling, fluffy aftercare, oh boy-

The air in your room was thick, hot, stuffy. You found it easy to breathe but the man beneath you thought otherwise. Sounds of struggling we’re heard, as well as small sucks of breath and whimpers and whines.

You were straddling Cal, a Jedi and also your sworn enemy. But here he was, sweating and panting, begging you to hurt and pleasure him as his hands were tied above his head and his eyes were covered with a black blindfold. Your hands were wrapped tightly around his neck, choking him until he was barely able to talk. Of course you made sure not to choke him too hard, but if you loosened your grip, he’d complain once more and make another reason for you to practically strangle him.

You were a powerful person, it was obvious. On the battlefield and around others, especially in the bedroom. You’d been seeing the Jedi like this for quite some time, over a few months, and it was completely thrilling. It made you feel like you were really in control, it gave you that sense of responsibility of also looking after Cal since you two were also fairly good friends outside of being within a bdsm relationship. You two weren’t really together, it would be too dangerous, so you were only in this for the pleasure and thrill.

“Whore, If you make one more pathetic little noise, I’ll stop” You hissed, grinding against his hard cock which was hidden under his underwear, practically killing him as he felt your wet slick through your panties and the material of his underwear. Cal tried to keep quiet, he really did, but you were treating him so good. He loved it when you hurt him, he knew what you were capable of, and he wanted to push that to the limits.

Cal felt himself grin, he knew he caught your attention since you had gone quiet and your grip loosened on his neck.

“What are you smiling at?” You growled, a quiet yet dangerously demanding tone in your voice as your nail dug into his neck and made him gasp.

“What if I don’t want to be quiet, mistress?” Cal teased, feeling adrenaline rush through his veins as he challenged you and felt your grip tighten around his neck once more. He’d accomplished pissing you off, but you on the other hand, weren’t impressed.

“Then I’ll stop, because naughty boys don’t get what they want” You said in a low voice, getting up off Cal and removing your hands from his neck, leaving him utterly hopeless and limp on your bed, whines of despair and desperation echoing around your room as he twisted in your sheets and tried sitting up, only to be restricted by his hand restraints. You smirked in amusement, walking over beside Cal’s head and leaning down to press a soft kiss on his lips, earning yourself a soft whimper from the young Jedi.

“As a punishment, I’m going to sit on that pretty face of yours and I’m going to cum as much as I please, do you understand?” You whispered lowly into Cal’s ear, making him gasp and nod his head frantically, followed by nervous yet overly excited words.

“Y-Yes mistress...” He breathed out, trying to contain his anticipation as you took your panties off and straddled his chest, knees either side of his head as you watched him struggle once more against his restraints, eager to touch you and pleasure you. You chuckled to yourself, shimmying up his body until your slick heat was inches away from his face. You shivered in excitement, weakness of submission showing as your hands grabbed his and intertwined with them whilst thei struggled against the restraints. He dug his nails into your hands as you carefully lowered yourself on his hot mouth, plump lips meeting your clit and sending jolts of electricity throughout your body.

Cal moaned at the sudden contact and didn’t waste a moment, going to work the moment his lips touched your sensitive skin. You bit your lip, looking down and seeing Cal lick long stripes up your dripping heat, savouring the taste like it was the most divine he had tasted. It was shocking how quickly Cal could turn the tables with his tongue, it was now you who was trying not to crumble beneath his own actions as he started suckling on your clit and hummed in satisfaction, sending soft vibrations which made your head spin. You did your absolute best to suppress the moans and whines daring to spill out, but you done a good job and stayed completely silent, starting to slowly thrust your hips against Cal’s tongue which made him moan in surprise.

“Keep going- ah... you’re doing so well, baby boy” You praised, your attitude different compared to the stone cold one you were giving off minutes ago. It made Cal aware that he was giving it to you good, you’d only get sweet when he was doing it right.

Cal had many moments within the relationship where he was in control, even though he was always beneath you. With his tongue, his fingers, his cock, hell, even his thighs got you off. And there was the occasional moment when you’d let him say whatever he wanted, because you were feeling that good. Cal was never a dominant man, but when he realised the first time that he made you cum and you got all shy and quiet, he had to see you like that again, and again... and again.

“More...” You whispered, gripping onto his auburn locks and biting your lip as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You felt yourself grow weak at the amount of thrusting you were doing, and you knew if you didn’t it wouldn’t feel as good. Cal continued pleasuring you with his mouth, dipping his tongue into your entrance and thrusting it in and out slowly, moving it around inside you which made you almost see stars. You could feel your first orgasm approaching, you were afraid you were going to cum too soon, but fuck it felt so good, too good.

“Cal-“ You moaned, losing your dignity and all self control as you slipped onto noisy moans and begs for him to go faster and harder. You hated getting so weak, but the way Cal was devouring you so greatly, the way his tongue slipped in to your heat and made your head cloud with lust. No one else had ever made you feel this way before, you were so close.

As you slowed down your thrusts on Cal’s face out of exhaustion, your hands let go of Cal’s and you used the force to unlock his restraints. Cal, knowing of the situation, got a lovely surprise when he heard the clicking of his restraints followed by the tightness on his wrists disappearing.

“Be grateful I done that... brat- oh kriff” You tried sounding intimidating but Cal wasted no time as his muscular arms wrapped behind your thighs and gripped your waist tightly, guiding you and helping you thrust against his mouth. You untied his blindfold and threw it behind you, hands gripping the headboard above you as your body began to tremble with overwhelming pleasure.

“I’m so close” You panted, throwing your head back and creating a lovely view for Cal who moaned deeply at the sight of you on top him, trying not to fall apart as you rode his face. This pushed Cal to try harder, he was determined to make you cum as quickly as he could, he was so desperate to taste your cum it was driving him mad. He’d tasted it many times, but it was a taste he never grew bored of, not even remotely even though he’s tasted it possibly hundreds of times. There were times when you’d go down on him, and just as much as he loved that, he loved this more. He loved destroying you.

You were seconds away from blissful release, Cal continued to suck on your swollen clit and use one of his now-freed hands to shift underneath you and slowly push two long fingers into you, curling them up repeatedly. Just as you were about to protest, your orgasm hit you violently and you let out a series of high pitched squeals. Cal groaned into your heat, tasting your release as he removed his fingers and replaced them with his tongue, lapping up every last drop whilst helping you ride out your orgasm. Your body spasmed and you were trembling intensely, your eyes hazy and practically seeing stars as you rocked your hips against Cal’s tongue.

He loved every moment of this, opening his eyes to see how exhausted and vulnerable you were, it made him shiver with delight. Cal reluctantly removed his mouth from your worn out heat and leaned his head back, staring up at you with soft eyes and an open mouth. His chin and around his mouth were glistening with your release, he licked around his lips and the places he could reach until he used his fingers to wipe the remaining parts.

You stared down at Cal, chest heaving up and down as you slowly got off him, wincing in pain as your hips and thighs ached with how much you were moving them back and forth. Your face was bright red, you looked away from Cal and slowly stood up, only to fall straight to the floor after your legs gave in and trembled. You caught yourself before your face could hit the floor, chuckling to yourself in disbelief at how destroyed you were by that one singular orgasm. It made you a bit bewildered, but you’d experienced pleasure like this many times before with Cal, also pleasure much more intense than what you were feeling right now. But even so, you still felt like your shit got wrecked even though it was only Cal’s skilled tongue and fingers.

You tried to hide your embarrassment towards the fact you were so easily undone, but you wanted Cal to feel proud of his achievement, you knew he loved it when he made you cum every time. As a bottom, he took pride in anything he done right, which was literally everything at this point. Cal had become so much more experienced since you met him and the first time you two indulged in such affairs. He was so clueless the first time he went down on you, fingered your, or even fucked you. You were both virgins when you met, so it was a conjoined experience, and deep down it made you happy you got to be that person Cal experienced those things with.

Your scene with Cal was well over finished as you grabbed a nearby towel, sat down and started cleaning yourself with it, whimpering quietly at the sensitivity of your heat. A warm hand pressed on your shoulder and Cal was sitting down next to you, wearing nothing but a silver ring collar which you gave him a while ago, signifying your relationship with him. He carefully took the towel from you and smiled.

“Allow me” Cal spoke softly, shuffling in front of you and gently spreading your legs apart as he started cleaning you with tenderness and care. He was so gentle with you after a scene, aftercare mattered so much to you both and if anything it really strengthened your bond.

You watched with a small smile as Cal finished cleaning you up and used another part of the towel to wipe around his chin and mouth, smirking to himself as he done so. You rolled your eyes and bumped him with your knee, only for him to press a soft kiss against it and stand up to get his boxers on.

“You haven’t cum yet” You said in realisation, feeling guilty as he turned around and chuckled to himself as if you cracked a joke.

“Please, you’ve done worse things to me before, I’m sure I can handle it” Cal said as-a-matter-of-fact, slipping his feet through the holes of his boxers and hiking them up his muscular body. You laughed at his statement, silently agreeing with him and remembering other ways you’d tortured him in the past. You pushed those thoughts to the back of your head and sat on your bedroom floor casually as if you weren’t completely nude right now. You didn’t feel the need to get dressed after a night with Cal, he knew your body well enough.

The Jedi grabbed his shirt but he didn’t put it on, instead he chucked it at you softly and pulled out another one from his bag, a cleaner one. You took the shirt and inhaled his scent, calming your nerves immediately. You looked at the shirt, it was navy blue and a loose fit, you shrugged your shoulders before placing the top over your head and shimmying into it. Cal watched with a smile as your head popped through the top and your hair was messy and all over the place, he didn’t want to admit it to your face but he found it undeniably adorable, it completely reflected the person you were and who the galaxy knew you as.

“You should probably get going... your crew will be worried about you” You sighed, turning around in your spot and looking up at the Jedi who was now fully dressed and getting his shoes on. Cal nodded and sighed sadly, running a hand through his messy auburn hair and looking at you to see you were getting up from your spot and waddling over to him. Still almost numb from your orgasm, you slowly approached Cal and leaned forward so he could catch you before your legs gave in once more. He stood up and scooped you in his arms, your face buried in his neck as he set you down on your bed where he lay moments before. Your mattress was still warm from his body and you cuddled into it instinctively, closing your eyes as his scent surrounded you. Cal stroked the top of your head and pressed a kiss onto it, you opened your eyes again and looked to Cal with a happy expression. You raised your hand, cupping his cheek and stroking it softly. He leaned into your touch and didn’t look away from you as you yawned and let out a bland sigh, clearly not impressed he had to leave.

“Get some rest, (Y/N)” Cal whispered, kissing your hand and taking it off his cheek to put it back on your chest with the other. You nodded and turned onto your side, his shirt covering your torso but not your lower body. Cal didn’t seem to mind as he saw your bare thighs and the top of your womanhood show in the lamp light. As a result, he turned off the light and leaned down to kiss you on your lips softly.

Surprised, you kissed Cal back and cupped the back of his neck. The kiss was short lived when a purge trooper was heard outside of your door, clearly there to see how you were holding up. Cal crept away from your bed and right above the open ventilation on your ceiling, giving you a small wave before jumping up and into your ceiling, the ventilation cover now placed back into its original place.

What a night.

[grantzarrr]

Quick fuck (g.d) part 2

part 1 is here just if you get confused!!

summary: Y/n gives Grayson his own medicine back maybe with a little more than what he did but he loves it, Y/n leaves the same way and receives so news... but what type?

warnings: just v smutty

Grayson did not expect that to happen nor has he ever actually encountered anything like this before. He was stumped to say the least, but also aroused at the whole thing, it was the dominance that had rumbled inside her, her tone really set it off for him and went straight to his dick—like most things, however this was a very unfamiliar for him to be sub.

Though it intrigued him for her to control him and put him in place and look like an angel making him beg and squirm, inched him on for some more so hard that it sparked something in him, a drive going off in him. At first he called it plain lust or just the feeling of something new that was weirdly interesting to see fall in place. But whatever it was Grayson wanted more, he needed more. And for the first time he actually took a notice into what the girl was wearing, a navy blue lace bra with the matching thong and a little bright pink bow sitting on top and now that he got to get some glares at her and some observable information into her lingerie, she was the most sexiest woman he’s ever seen.

It was like an eye opener for him, he never took notice into any of the girls faces or what they would wear to “impress” him, he just never cared- for the looks only for their tits bouncing at his thrusts and strokes or how each girl felt around him, throbbing and clenching pussy’s. Hell he didn’t care if they came or not, but unalike this girl, she didn’t sit just there nor was she frightened by him. And he liked that, he liked the way she yelled back at him, he liked the way she warned him what she can do instead of vise versa and he especially liked when she told him what was going to happen, like he’s the little bitch.

“Since you wanna be such an asswhole, let’s see how much you can handle your medicine,” with that said she pushed Grayson backwards on the bed crawling on top. She was full on poker face doing this too, a look that seemed she didn’t want be here or she was unsatisfied with what’s in front of her even like she only did this for him. And Grayson wanted to test this her full capabilities.

“I don’t do the submissive roll, sweetheart,” meeting up with her wondering eyes over his body, he wanted to see exactly how she would break him. Trying to see into her mind, he was sure that she’ll snap and go on about how she’s the boss and she didn’t care what he ‘doesn’t do’. But to his dismay she simply ignored his remark, yanking his arms up, handcuffing them to the premade setup, he gulped at this, not fully knowing what she’s gonna do now so he started staring up at her face looking for the smallest of hints, the more he actually glazed at her face the more prettier she looked— fully concentrated on anything but him and still looked gorgeous, down to her lips, up at her eyes— absolutely stunning. He swore his heart sped up for a moment and his ears heated up.

After she got done inclosing him into the setup-which he willingly let happen, it was like she captivated him in with the way her demeanor about this was. She burned the soul of her eyes at him, his dick started tightening making him slowly swift and wiggle on the bed.

“Please- don’t give me that look.” He begged but she continued, letting it sit on him, letting it rumble on his mind a bit, really letting it unravel raw to him, letting him know he had no say in this right now. She seen his little wiggles and small movement she also saw the tint forming.

“Stay still.” She warned him, pinning his hips down and gave his inner thigh a firm slap, catching him off guard a bit.

Y/n remembered that there was little chest she had seen when she first arrived, she motioned it to Grayson, which he replied, “those toys”. So she headed straight over. To her it wasn’t necessarily odd for a guy like him to have sex toys and devices somewhere here—out of all places a chest but hey, they got to be somewhere, she thought. The chest remarkably didn’t have any special codes or key to open, though she was happy for that, she wanted to torture and edge Grayson into opening it, just to rub in his face out of the shit he’s done.

She surprisingly found a hefty amount of toys for him, she came across an cock ring, some sort of ball vibrater, a gag and a paddle. Once she collected the items and turned to Grayson, just to find his eyes closed, withering away into the mattress again, now she has something else to tease him about. A devilish smirk appearing onto her face, time for the fun to begin. 

“Didn’t I tell you to stay still? Why are you so disobedient, hm?” She pestered.

Grayson’s eyes immediately popped open and once he seen the toys in her hand he knew it was over, “I’m sorry, I promise— I didn’t mean to I just tried anything because I’m getting hard-.” He pleaded, the poker face was smeared back on her face so he couldn’t quite point out any signs again.

“Be a good boy for me and know when to close your mouth,” she spoke and began walking closer to him, throwing the toys onto the bed, his mouth was slowly gaped so you could see a little of his pink tongue sticking out from the dimness of his mouth.

“Speaking of which, I think I’ll like you better with the gag in your mouth, sweets. Open wide.” She pronounced.

Shoving the gag between his plump pink lips, securing it around the back. Already the saliva started to build on the ball. Once she got it hooked, Y/n began kissing at his neck, rubbing her hands up and down his chest, letting out small fulfilled groans. She worked her way down teasing his body, licking at his nipples watching them tense up, reaching all the way down to cock— already hard and oozing of precum, she licked, sucked and palmed softly through his boxers, staring into his tightly shut eyes. Y/n heard his mutters through the gag and knew what he wanted.

“Mm don’t worry, sweets, I’ll take good care of this.” She mumbled against his abs where she was kitty licking. She knew that she wasn’t going to but making it harder for him was to fun to pass up.

She worked down to pulling his boxers down his legs, letting his strained dick free, you heard a small breath from his nose of release. She grasped it in her hand and started from his balls on up with a bold lick stripe, that alone sent a little shiver down his back. She swirled around the tip not going any further, only soaking the tip in her saliva, once he threw his head back into the pillows, she quickly grabbed the cock ring and slid it down onto him, she turned the remote on the highest settings and crawled off from between his legs. His head sunk deeper into the pillows and he bucked his hips up for more pleasure, you could hear his soft whimpers and moans still from the gag.

Watching him squirm and weaken away from the ring was thrilling, after all the shit he put girls through he deserves it. You thought if you should just leave him there and let that be his problem or if you should get off, have a little fun then leave. And if this was your last time with him why not have a little fun, you thought. You wickedly smirked upon him and slowly pulled the ring off and hearing a groan of relief with a mix of pleasure loss from him. Before you got started you took his gag off, he didn’t speak, nothing left his mouth but his eyes were hot on you, studying your every move, he gaped at your like your were his prey and he was a staving lion. You knew exactly what he wanted and you were gonna give it to him...exactly like he did to you. 

You took the gag of solely to hear his praises and whines, that’s what kept you going, that’s your main goal. Y/n crawled on top in reverse cow girl style, you looked back to make sure of where his dick was going, you hardly got on top so you still was kind of new to doing it your self. Once you started sinking in deeper, you began hearing him praise. 

“Yes, oh my fuck- you feel so good going deep.” 

It fueled you, his words had a hell of a effect on you, but you remembered your goal and you began setting off. You rode him into oblivion sending you both into a ball of heaven, he was so deep from this position it drove you crazy, he was bucking his hips up to match your rhythm causing his balls to slap up. It was true euphoria, not only from his dick alone but hearing him praise and worship your pussy was sending you over drive.

And after you came- harder than you ever have, you noticed that Grayson didn’t which is the reason you got up. Seems like he did as well, “Hey! What are you doing? I didn’t get to cum, are you crazy?” He started pulling at the restraints, after you got your clothes you looked at him up and down. 

“I’m getting the fuck out...that’s what you told me to do earlier?” You taunted, “What about the fucking handcuffs?” He voiced raised still yanking on them, “They seem weak, you’re strong enough to escape.” 

Then you left, no more of that asswhole and it was this way for a good two and a half months- well until this phone call..  

A/N: hii! sorry for the “little” break😅 uhh that seems to happen to me alot loll also i might drop a reveal of me soon—

[imaginesbymk]

“My Girl Who’s Not Really My Girl, But Is My Girl Anyway.”

The Pacific One Shot

Summary: Snafu opens up to the guys and tells them about you, how you two are hook up buddies, and he ended up falling in love with you before enlisting in the war. After he returns home, you two make it official.

Pairing: Merriell “Snafu” Shelton x Fem!Reader

Non Requested

Tags: swearing, ethnic slurs, smoking, my shitty attempt at writing implied smut (not too detailed), mentions of war violence

Word Count: 1,753

Author’s Note: snafuuuuu!! i don’t write smut as its stated in my rules, but i thought i’d give this one a try lmfao and verdict: i’m not continuing on doing so because to me writing smut doesn’t suit me. likes/reblogs/feedback needed & appreciated <333

THE boys ganged up on Peck - but for a good reason. Peck was a man who mesmerizingly gazes at a photo of a chorus girl he met and fell in love with while his wife waits for him to come home every day, and is also the man who had gotten their mortar rounds with his own ripped poncho, resulting in getting a fellow marine killed after running to retrieve new ones.

Snafu was the first one to call him out for it. When it came to mentioning girls and whether or not each of them had one, Snafu was definitely going to be next to at least mention a name, or coat himself with a comment, and so he did.

“I don’t care what you think!” Peck exclaimed, annoyed by everyone, especially Snafu. “It’s not like you wouldn’t do the same.”

“Oh?” Snafu said, grinning. “I got a girl waitin’ for me to come home back in Louisiana.”

“Really?” Eugene raised his brow, showing a hint of curiosity that his friend never opened up about it until now. “You’ve never mentioned her before.”

He shrugged. “Nah. Well, she’s my girl who’s not really my girl, but is my girl anyway,” Snafu paid no mind to the twisted confused looks on everyone’s faces, he just continued lighting his cigarette with his filthy hands completely worn from the battle.

“What does that even mean? Is she your girl or not?” Jay D’Leau asked.

“We just fuck around, but we’re not together,” Snafu spoke with the cigarette lit in his mouth.

“Not surprised,” Leyden says. 

“Fuck’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means it’s not like you could hold down a girl for more than a week,” Peck says.

“You don’t got a say in shit, Peck. You carry a photograph of a Chorus broad while your wife dreads the day you die in the hands of a fuckin’ Jap,” he snaps. “I’m the luckiest son’a’bitch there ever was.”

“What’s her name?” Hamm asks.

THE tiny storage closet could fit up to only two people at a time, one if they were to bend over to get a hold of supplies from the shelves and bottom drawers. In that particular night was that storage closet used as a place of privacy for the extroverted Snafu, named Merriell back in Louisiana, and his girl who’s not really his girl, but is his girl anyway: you. Y/n.

People would have definitely heard you, whether they were walking past or were simply far away inside any seminar. The door to the closet was literally being pounded on by your back hitting against it with such force, after all. As for Merriell, he couldn’t give two shits. He’d let all of Louisiana hear you to let them know you belonged to him at that moment.

“You’re way too good at that,” you caught your breath moments after, straightening your dress despite its now developed wrinkles. Your hair was no longer neat and styled, but you did your best to fix it without a mirror.

“You’re experienced and lustful when you know what you’re doing,” he said so confidently. 

“So when are you leaving?”

“Next week. Time flies when you’re having fun,” Merriell put his shirt on, exposing a bit of his chest from the buttons down, and realized you weren’t paying attention to his answer. “Ya hair’s fine, girl.”

You rolled your eyes. “I don’t wanna walk out there and catch people staring at me, wondering what the hell happened to mess up my hair.”

“Oh they’ll definitely know what happened,” Merriell smirks. “They’re gonna know you walked inside a closet and got drilled by Snafu Shelton until the cows came home.”

You chuckled. “Snafu? Are you sure you want people to go along with that nickname?”

He grins. “As long as I go along with it first.” He tightened his belt, shuffling a bit around the enclosed space of the storage closet.

You ran your hands down his chest. “I’ll write to you.”

Snafu chuckles. “Don’t get serious on me now. I’ll be fine. And don’t write to me,” he then went ahead to button his shirt.

You frown. “Why?”

“It’s a waste of paper.”

“Don’t you wanna keep in touch? Or don’t tell me, you’re planning your proposal to some girl up north?”

“No girl. But there’s nothing we have for each other but a good fuck, that’s all.” And he opens the door, letting you walk out first. He followed you behind, wishing he could hold your hand. 

OK. Perhaps that was a lie. He saw you more than a good fuck. He saw something in you that gave him a bigger motivation to make it to the end of the war, to do his part and come back home. He was gonna miss catching a whiff of your strong perfume that would make him cough and crinkle his nose from his sinuses deteriorating. He was gonna miss how your hair was in his hand as he played with it while cuddling at a movie theatre. 

He was gonna miss you.

NIGHT fell when Snafu hopped off the train. Louisiana was still the way it was when he had left it. The same old calls from food stands, chatter from one group to another. It was nothing new, but it was home. 

He stopped to take a moment first. He didn’t want to wake up Eugene, who had been fast asleep in his seat. Knowing he had something to say before bidding a farewell to his friend, he bit his tongue and kept walking towards the exit.

Snafu, of course, didn’t expect to have anyone wait for him at the station. No family, no friends, no girl. So... what now? He thought. Just find yourself an old man as your chauffeur home, grab a beer and a bowl of peanuts.

“Damn, you look like a lost puppy, Snafu.” Snafu froze in his tracks. He shifted his weight from his duffel bag slung over his shoulder to turn himself around, to find you standing out from the walking crowd. 

A sight for sore eyes.

“Shit, you’re here. As loyal as they come!” A smirk appeared on his face due to the surprise unexpected surprise, even referring to him as “Snafu”.

“You really think I wouldn’t be here waiting for your ugly ass to come home?” you teased. 

“That’s four years of waiting,” Snafu points out. “Maybe five. Shit, you are loyal as they come.” You smile, your eyes twinkling like Christmas was happening way too early near the end of August.

“I have my parents’ car. They told me to bring it back by nine o’clock. I just want them to give me a later curfew, y’know? At least now that you’re home, I have a better reason to borrow it more often.”

“Well all I wanna do is pop a cold one once I stretch my fucking legs. I felt sick from the train ride home.”

“Motion sickness? It’s just one way.”

“A mixture of smoke and onions stunk up the whole boxcar.”

You made a face at that comment, and walked Snafu to your car. He stayed in the passenger seat even though you had pulled up to the house and shut off the engine. You both sat in silence for a moment. 

“Should I even ask how service was?”

Snafu answered your question by changing the subject. “I really missed you, y/n.”

Cocking a brow, you gave him a look. “You insisted for us to not write to each other.”

“I missed you, whether we wrote to each other or not.” Snafu looks ahead of the night through the opened car window. “It was hell out there. I felt like all of Louisiana could hear it. But I knew I would come home to see that pretty lil’ ass of yours again.”

You chuckle. “Snafu-”

“Merriell.”

You frown. “I thought that’s your name now.”

“It is... but when you call me by my Christian name, you chase the loud noises away.” It didn’t matter if that was a metaphor or if he was starting to hear things that could cause a trigger in his senses.

Either way, you just had to ask, “Merriell, is everything right?”

Snafu- Merriell- looked at you. “Yeah. I mean, I think so. Y/n, I think I’m in love with you. Is that all right?”

“Anything that’s been goin’ on between us is just fine, Merriell Shelton.”

“I’ve been in love with you ever since we started foolin’ around. I didn’t think much of it. I always thought a new broad would occupy my thoughts a week after, but each week passes and all I did was look forward to seeing you and you only.” 

Sighing, you take his hand that was rested on his leg. Merriell came to realization that this was the first time you two ever held hands without it leading to sex right after. Physical intimacy, indeed. “Merriell, I had a feeling our hookups would turn out into something more.”

“Really?” he asks.

“We were there for each other no matter what. It’s like I found my ride or die - y’know before you rode out of America for the war trying not to die.”

Merriell stroked your hand with his thumb, his eyes locked onto yours. “You were always my girl. Someone special.”

“I wasn’t really your girl to begin with,” you laughed. “But I also wasn’t anyone else’s, either.” Merriell leaned in, kissing you deeply. None of you pulled away until you had to catch a breath. “We waited a long time to do this again.”

Merriell leaned in again, closer this time that he could go on top of you. He whispered against your lips. “And thank Jesus H. I’m back.”

You both kissed for a couple of minutes. It stopped abruptly when you remembered where you two were at the moment. “Shit, sorry. My dad could have opened the blinds. You should come inside for dinner. My mother would be thrilled to see you in a uniform.”

“Shit, I’m already meeting your folks?” he curls his lips to a nervous grin. “I know damn well ya Dad’s gonna stare me down across the dinner table.”

“As long as you don’t tell him that I call you daddy, too, then you’ll be fine.” You earned a laugh from Merriell Shelton, and you two got out of your car and both walked up to the front steps, holding your boyfriend’s hand.

THE END

[protect-him]

Welcome! For DADW [Holds the other’s hand when they think the other won’t notice]

Thank you!! I had to try to think of something good for this one, hopefully you like it! It made me warm and happy to write ^^

for @dadrunkwriting

Noise.

Crowds.

People. Elves, dwarves, qunari, humans, a writhing mass.

If I held his hand now he would notice.

Anders could sense Fenris’s hand near his, swinging gently at his side, each delicate finger perfectly curled as they walked, occasionally tensing when a shoulder would brush against his.

Anders raised his arm to avoid hitting a dwarf who was hurrying past him, hands full of a large helping of nachos. When he looked back to Fenris, the elf was tugging out his hair tie and pulling it back again. His arms were beautiful...those lovely green eyes, his—Anders looked away. He’d thought he would feel bolder in this crowd of people. How hard could it be? Walking along side by side, both focused on keeping up with Hawke and Aveline just ahead of them, shouldn’t it be easy for Anders to reach over and grab Fenris’s hand? Apparently it wasn’t.

It was too obvious.

Or was it?

They stopped moving, caught in a frozen stream of bodies. They were in line for one of the big rides now. Hawke hopped up onto the railing, waving desperately at Isabela, only just visible over the crowd with her dark curls. She pushed through the line to join them.

“I brought us all drinks,” Isabela said, climbing over the barrier, shuffling and giggling as Hawke steadies her, her hands full with the bottles.

“What did you bring us, lovely?” Hawke relieved her of two bottles.

“Just water, dearest, we don’t want to be tossing our stomachs out on the ride! The drinks are at home, and we’ll have those later.”

Garrett passed the bottles over to Anders and Fenris. They’d been unusually quiet.

“Everything alright?” Aveline asked them, turning a sharp eye on the pair.

“Sure,” they both replied in the same breath.

Isabela said something to Hawke and they both giggled.

“There isn’t much point talking with these crowds anyway,” Anders said, shrugging. Fenris had his water open and was taking a long drink. The way his throat moved as he swallowed. Anders quickly opened his bottle as well.

The line moved slowly, but fast enough that Anders still had some water left.

Before long, they were climbing onto the roller coaster platform. Hawke and Isabela jumped for the seats at the front of the ride. Fenris was up ahead of Anders, and he followed Fenris to a spot up near the front as well. Fenris looked back when he felt Anders behind him.

“You don’t mind, do you?” Anders asked.

In answer, Fenris slid over to the further seat, allowing Anders to sit next to him. Anders pulled on the buckle as Fenris did. Their hands brushed between them as they clicked the belts into place. Anders handed Fenris his water bottle and Fenris set it on the opposite side of the ride with his own.

“Have you been on this one before?” Anders asked.

“This is my first time to this park,” Fenris said. He glanced ahead at where the track disappeared around the building.

“This is probably my favorite ride,” Anders said. “You get a great view, but not much time to enjoy it!” Fenris’s smile was nervous as the car lurched forward.

This is it, Anders thought. If he couldn’t do it now, he never could.

He kept his hands on the stiff restraint that came down in front of them to keep them from flying off the ride. They climbed the track. The air was still cool with morning crispness, the sky was an aching blue as they rode up into it. There were birds in the bushes beside the track, dropping behind them, but Anders barely heard them.

The first carts crested the top of the hill and everyone on the ride went quiet, holding their breath in anticipation. Anders waited as the first cart went over. And then the second. Fenris was watching, eager and also terrified. Anders reached over and grabbed his hand. Maybe he won’t notice. Then they crested the top and the ride truly began, flying down, around the turns and twists, turning upside down once briefly. And the whole time Anders clung to Fenris’s hand. He screamed and grinned with the thrill of it. And saw Fenris smiling beside him. But all he could think of was the rush and the warmth of the hand in his.

As quickly as it started, it was over. And they were chugging into place on the platform where the ride began.

Anders loosened his grip on Fenris’s hand, shyly hoping that maybe Fenris wouldn’t notice.

Fenris looked at him, one eyebrow raised.

“Uh, did you like it?”

“The ride? Or you holding my hand when you thought I wouldn’t notice?”

“Er—”

“Because I liked both. And I wish you’d done it sooner.”

“Fen—”

Fenris climbed out of the ride, picking up their waters. He handed Anders his, and then took his hand again. Anders flushed pink and Fenris grinned.

“We don’t want the others to leave us behind,” Fenris said, leading Anders towards the exit. Isabela winked at Anders when she saw their hands linked. He gave a shaky smile and nearly tripped over his own feet as they went down the steps to meet the others.

“Should we go again?” Hawke asked, “or do you two want one where you can sneak a kiss?”

“I do not think we shall be kissing,” Fenris said. “I would enjoy going on this ride again, though.”

“We’ll leave the kissing for tonight, dearest,” Isabela said, pressing up against Hawke. A crowd of young elves and qunari ran past them, crowding into the line for the ride.

“Let’s walk around a bit, and come back later,” Aveline observed. She wasn’t particularly eager to wait in the long line again. She was also riding solo until Donnic arrived later in the morning.

“Nothing too romantic, yet, until Donnic gets here, got it,” Hawke said. “Log ride it is!”

Not really particular about which ride they went on next, the group followed their fearless leader. But now Anders didn’t have to imagine how Fenris’s hand would feel in his. It was warm and firm, occasionally squeezing his so that he’d look over into those green eyes.

“Took you long enough,” Fenris said, and Anders was just barely able to hear him over the noise of the crowds.

“What can I say, I couldn’t tell if you would let me,” Anders said. “You might have punched me!”

“Well, feel free to do it again anytime you like,” Fenris said. And then they were crowding into the line for the next ride and Anders could only blush and grin. Fenris still held onto him, and he’d never had a ride that could make his heart race quite like it did right now.

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Final Request

a/n: This year we’re getting BACK ON OUR BULLSHIT! I got back on my meds and i’ve already written more in a week than I did in prolly all of 2019. What did i write, you ask? Well, it is what it is, and what it is, is filth, utter filth (I may have gotten a little carried away) but hells yeah. Major shout out to @whenimaunicorn​ for not only beta-ing for me, but also cheering me on and helping to keep me motivated

summary: Mando catches a bounty who happens to be an old friend with one final request

warnings: mentions of death/discussion of impending executions, bondage/handcuffs, thigh riding, blindfolding, fingering, choking, spitting, spanking, penetration, rough sex, slight degradation, dom!mando

word count: 6.2k

Din Djarin x female reader//The Mandalorian

(gif by @womp-ratt​​)

Tugging slightly on your shirt, you lowered the scoop collar enough to ensure some cleavage was showing before you raised your cuffed hands to rest on the headrest of your chair and arched your back a bit so your chest was more obvious. Then, quietly as you could, you slipped off your boots and raised a foot, gently running your big toe along his arm. 

The Mandalorian’s reaction was instant, head whipping around to look over his shoulder as his hand swooped to catch your ankle in a flash. The streaking stars of hyperspace reflected off his beskar helmet, following the curve of his head, almost hypnotizing to watch. Biting down on your bottom lip you tried your best to seem alluring while you had his attention. 

“So Mando, you’ve got me here in these binders, wanna fool around?” The proposition was more blunt than your usual pick-up lines, but one thing you knew about talking with the Mandalorian; it was best to get right to the point.

“What?” That was the answer you expected, though you still wished you could see his expression. There was nothing you could do about that, so you wiggled in your seat, freeing your foot from his grasp before elaborating.

“I don’t know if you’ve forgotten what bounty hunting entails but your guild will be delivering me to Crimson Dawn, who are very eager to get rid of me.” Rising from your seat you edged a knee over his legs, sitting yourself square on his lap as you brought your arms to loop around his head—the metal of the cuffs clicking when they met his beskar. “So I was thinking I might have some fun for the last time before facing my doom.” You tried to make eye contact but all you could see was your warped reflections in his dark visor. “You know I had a crush on you, Mando? Back when we worked together.”

“Why does Crimson Dawn want you dead?” he asked, surprising you for a second. You had been focused on his hands—which had come to rest on top of your folded legs—and how warm they were through the leather of his gloves.

“Well,” you hesitated slightly, thinking how best to condense the long story, “I was working with this girl and her gang, when Crimson Dawn hired them for a job. I thought it was a horrible idea—like it was a suicide mission—so I booked it.” You were used to gesturing while talking, but with your hands locked and resting on his shoulders, you ended up just wiggling more, shifting against the metal that protected his legs. You had also noticed the slow creep of his hands, making their way up your thighs towards your hips. “The problem was, I left with my cut of what they paid us up front,” you finished, making a sheepish expression with a half shrug.

“You ran?” 

“Yeah I ran, and now they want my head or their credits—which I don't have.” There was a brief moment of silence as you waited for him to respond.

“Why didn’t you run today?” 

Part of you hoped he wouldn’t ask that. Looking off to the side you chewed on your lip with a sigh as he stayed stoically still—save for his hands.

Your chin dropped, avoiding his gaze—though you couldn’t even see his eyes—focusing instead on the chipped paint around a deep scratch on the breastplate of his armor. “Once I heard through the grapevine that you were the one that had my puck, I knew it was pointless. I knew I couldn’t outrun you, I’ve seen you at work up close, remember?” 

One of his hands left your leg, raising to curl around the nape of your neck as his thumb pushed against your jaw, forcing your head forward to look at him. “Are you scared of me?” His voice came through low from the vocoder in his helmet, even and unreadable. 

You paused, biting at your lip again with no way to see how his eyes flitted to your mouth behind the visor. “Who wouldn’t be? I know what you can do with that blaster and honestly, I never thought I’d be on the receiving end of it.” You blushed at the admission, picturing in your mind all the times you’ve seen him handle his weapons—always confident, exact and deadly. Controlling his guns as if they were a natural extension of his arms. “I have to admit though, it is exciting to be at your mercy. Knowing you could do whatever you want with me.” 

Shifting the weight on your knees, you adjusted your position on his lap just a little bit to the side, so you could grind yourself against the inner lip of his cuisse. With an involuntary shudder you rolled against it, enjoying the way the ridge pressed against your clit. Bringing your cuffed wrists back over his head, you laid your palms flat on his chest—the metal feeling surprisingly warm against your fingertips as they slid across the breastplate of his armor. Through all this the Mandalorian stayed still, showing no sign of reaction, but you could feel his fingers tense for a moment, gripping you tighter as he realized what you were doing.

“Remember that job on Nar Shaddaa? When that alarm went off and you had to take out four guard droids at once?” You said leaning forward, inching your mouth closer to the earpiece on his helmet. The hand around your neck dropped as you moved, coming to rest clearly on the swell of your ass. “I came so hard in my bunk that night thinking about it. The way you plowed through them one by one, none of them even getting a scratch on you.” 

You rocked faster, your motions jostling the piece of metal as you humped his thigh, chasing the delicious friction. Maneuvering awkwardly with the cuffs, you pulled back just far enough to take his wrist in both your hands. You lifted his palm from your thigh and brought it deliberately to rest on the front of your neck. “I used to love watching you choke out bounties that got in your face. I’d imagine you doing the same to me while I rode your cock.”

Mando’s hand rested against your skin for a moment before he pulled away, bringing both to grab your hips, holding you still. The pressure of his grip sent a thrill up your spine. “This is what you want?” His voice was even and level—as hard to read as ever. Still, you could tell his hidden eyes were staring directly into yours through the tinted visor. 

“It is,” you answered with a nod, curling your fingers into his beskar breastplate. Gloved thumbs brushed above your waistband, rubbing small circles on the skin they found. A slight moan slipped out of you at the contact, your voice a higher pitched than intended as you finished, “I want it so bad.”

As soon as the words left your mouth, the Mandalorian’s hands pivoted, twisting your shirt in his fists before tearing it in half with two quick tugs. You were too shocked to react, not even processing what was happening as your newly exposed nipples hardened in the cool air of the ship. 

“Mando!” you yelped, trying to grab his arm but he easily swatted away your bound hands. “What are you doing?” You asked but received no answer as he continued, ripping off a whole strip of fabric from your top. 

You were still so confused by what was going on that you didn't fight as he wrapped the fabric around your eyes. Your head jostled side to side as he secured it, pulling the knot tight. You tried to look at the walls and modules of the cockpit—searching for the familiar, colorful lights of the controls—but there was nothing. 

“Can you see?” Mando asked, his voice suddenly bringing you back to him. You shook your head in response, not sure what this was all for when he started to shift. His hands scooped just under your bottom, pushing you upwards as he leaned forward. Then he hoisted you over his shoulder and stood. 

The beskar pauldron dug into your stomach while your arms hung down his back, useless in the heavy cuffs that swung and occasionally clinked against his armor. His bicep curled around your thighs, keeping your form balanced as he started to move. His opposite hand slid to your ass where it gave a quick smack. 

As if being upside down and dangling over his back wasn’t disorienting enough, you realized you had no idea where he was taking you. Sure, you’d been on the Razor Crest plenty of times before, but that was a while ago and you’d only really ever spent time in the main hold and cockpit—you weren’t sure you’d ever even used the ship’s refresher. You could hear a series of doors open and close, but had no way of tracking where he’d gone. 

Eventually he dropped you to the ground. You swayed, off balance and blind, trying to reach for him to brace yourself before you felt his hand on your collar bone. With an easy push he knocked off your feet, sending you tumbling backwards onto some kind of padding. It wasn’t exactly hard—there was still some give to the cushion—but it was not something you would call soft. 

Just as you realized this might be his bed, the Mandalorian’s hands were on you again, jerking the waistband of your pants down, off your legs. You shifted slightly, aiding in the progress as you raised your feet and helped kick them off, somehow twisting to lay on your stomach before you were finally free. Bringing your knees forward you went to roll back when he grabbed your hip, stopping you. 

“Stay like that,” he said, his voice tight. You could tell this was not a request.

You waited on your hands and knees, trying to be patient, and listened for any hint of what he was doing. You couldn’t help but wonder what this personal space looked like—Were there any decorations? Did he have any small collections? Trinkets that held old memories? Before now if someone asked you would’ve guessed that he slept in the pilot's seat sitting bolt upright—but now you knew he had a bed because you were in it. 

Naked. 

On all fours with your ass in the air, waiting for him to fuck you. 

You were abruptly made aware of the Mandalorian behind you when his hands grabbed around your hips, pulling you back against something strong and warm. It was his chest—his real chest—he had taken off his armor. Mando was still wearing a shirt but you didn’t care. Pushing back against him, you sighed at the pressure of him so close against you. He squeezed your hip, rutting against you as his other hand came to cup your breast. You were keening at the contact, loving the way he rolled your nipple between his fingers when you felt a sharp nip to your shoulder, accompanied by what you could’ve sworn was a warm breath.

“What—” you yelped, attempting to pull away but instead being held in place by his strong arms. His face found its way to your neck, nipping at the tender skin there. “Did you just bite me?” You asked, trying to keep your voice even as he drew closer to that particular spot behind your ear. Shying away, you dropped your head, pushing back but his hand left your hip to cup your chin, easily holding your head against your opposite shoulder—opening your neck to his lips. The next bite was hard, obviously trying to leave a mark as you let out something between a whimper and a moan. 

“What did you think the blindfold was for?” his voice was clear and in your ear as his lips brushed against it. He sounded so familiar but still completely different without the digital output. 

The next thing you knew he was maneuvering you to lay on your back, your head hitting a pillow as he drew one of your legs to curl around his hip—keeping you spread open as he knelt to your side. You let out a small ‘oof’ as you landed, feeling the way your torn shirt fell open, the bits left gathering along your sides. Drawing your arms forward, you made to cover yourself when his touch surprised you again. He jerked the binders above your head, yanking your arms up and leaving your chest exposed. 

“Keep them raised,” he ordered and you couldn’t help but nod in agreement as his hand started to trail down your side and across your belly, coming to curl over your mound. You’d had a crush on the Mandalorian since the first time you saw him take down a foe, and even with all the time you spent thinking of him as you touched yourself, you never thought you’d actually get to experience the real thing. Somewhere in the back of your mind you were suddenly grateful for all the missteps and bad luck that landed you on his ship.

You huffed as he started to rub your lips. He hummed, a sound from deep in his chest that fanned a fire in you. The Mandalorian was barely touching you and you were already trembling for him. His finger slid between your lips, and he groaned, “So wet already.” The digit pulled up and a rough callous you knew was from years of handling weapons and hunting bounties brushed against your clit. Back arching, you let out a sharp gasp and buried your face against your bicep. 

“Sensitive little pussy isn’t she?” Mando almost taunted. You could hear his grin, knowing he was watching the reactions he drew out of you as he swished his finger, barely applying any pressure. Adding a second, he rubbed both against your entrance—circling without sinking in. The light, tantalizing touches were both too much and not enough. You wriggled down on his fingers, feeling the way your walls fluttered at the possibility of having any part of him inside you. 

“I think she likes me.” Mando’s voice without the vocoder was a deep timber—something rich you’d never thought to imagine, but the sound of it made your gut flip with every word he spoke. 

The Mandalorian continued to rub your pussy, his brief touches kept you on an edge wanting more. You couldn’t help it when your hands flew up. Grabbing at his arm braced next to your ribs, you tried to get enough purchase to push yourself harder against his fingers. 

Before you were able to find relief, both of his hands wrapped around your forearms, pushing them back down next to your ears. His torso leaned forward to reach, bringing your leg around his hip further towards your chest, stretching the muscles in your groin. Despite the ache, you couldn’t help but notice just how wet one of his hands felt against your skin.

“I said keep them raised.” His tone was severe, any hint of teasing gone. Keeping his body pressed firmly over yours, he released one hand. You wondered for a moment what he was doing until you felt him smack you, hard, against your pussy. Though you jumped at the shock of contact, you barely moved with how well he had you pinned. “I expect you to behave,” he explained, rubbing against your lips before giving you another slap. “I am going to do whatever I want with you, just like you requested—” slap, “—and you’re going to take it like a good girl. Can you do that?”

You nodded at first but received one more smack. “Yes, yes I can—fuck, Mando—yes I can do that.”

“Good girl,” he purred in your ear, pulling back and taking his weight off your forearm to sit up. You kept still, waiting as he paused before you felt him lean back down. Thanks to the blindfold you had no warning when his lips crashed against yours. 

The Mandalorian’s kiss was hungry. Eagerly he nipped at your lips, not even waiting for permission before his tongue was in your mouth, exploring every inch it could find. Desperate for more contact, you pushed your chest up, feeling the fabric of his shirt drag across your nipples—ever mindful to keep your hands above your head as you rolled your body against him. That’s when you felt something hard pressed between his hips and your upturned thigh.

You were so focused on his mouth and the scratch of his facial hair, you didn’t notice his fingers until they slid into you. With a gasp your back arched as his touch dipped further. Mando captured your bottom lip with his teeth, bringing you back into the kiss as he pumped his arm. Curling his fingers, he dragged his touch along your inner walls, adding the perfect kind of pressure that sent jolts of tingles down your limbs.

He broke away with a pop, leaving you panting with swollen lips. As a natural post-kiss reaction you tried to open your eyes and found blackness, reminded again of the blindfold. You felt dazed with your head buzzing from the kiss and there was a notable ache between your legs.

“I'm going to roll you over,” Mando stated, grabbing your attention instantly. “I want you on your knees.” You shifted easily enough, guided by his hands on your waist as you adjusted—pulling yourself up and twisting to face away from him. 

Although you couldn’t see where Mando was when he wasn't touching you, you knew he was still watching. Propping yourself up on your elbows, you bowed your shoulders so your ass was in the air and wiggled your hips. You could hear the groan he let out, feeling how his weight bent the cushion around your knees as he settled behind you when his palm dropped with a crack against your ass. 

“Don’t stop,” Mando ordered as his hand left your now tingling skin. You moved faster, trying to add a flick and hoping it was a view he enjoyed. 

Your show ended suddenly when you felt something warm and blunt press against your mound. You moaned, rising to your hands as he pushed further against you. The head of Mando’s cock slipped between your lips easily. He slapped your ass again, this time grabbing a handful and pulling your cheeks apart so he could watch what he was doing to you. It felt delicious when he bumped against your clit—each time a heat flooded through you in waves.

Nudging forward, he sank into your warmth, gliding easily through the slick that had gathered. You bit your lip, humming in relief at the sensation. Mando began to rock, slowly working his way in, stretching your walls so that he could fit until his hips bumped against your ass. You couldn’t help but notice just how big he actually was. You felt so full but the ache of finally having him inside you only helped to stoke the elation that was bubbling up within you.

“She’s so tight,” he groaned, keeping still to just enjoy the warmth of your pussy enveloping his cock. His arms wrapped around your ribs, one hand grabbing at your tit as the other came to your neck. Squeezing your throat, he drew you up against his chest—the fabric of his shirt feeling scratchy against your sensitive skin. You gasped at both the pressure of his grip, and the way the head of his cock brushed against your walls as you shifted. 

Holding you in place with the hand around your neck, he reached down, sliding his other palm along the back of your arm before lifting at your elbow. You raised your hands how he guided until your arms were straight out in front of you. 

Maybe the lack of sight was heightening your other senses but you could almost feel the rumble in his chest so close to your back as he spoke, “I want you to keep your arms up like this, ok?” His breath was hot as it brushed against your ear, distracting you as you nodded your head and squeaked out a confirmation. 

The Mandalorian held you against him as he buried his nose in your hair, his slight moustache tickling the lip of your ear. “You’d do anything I want, wouldn’t you? You and this sweet little pussy,” he murmured as he started to rear his hips, drawing almost all the way out before slamming back in. “I want to see how much she can take.” He started to rock against you in short, hard thrusts while his hands dropped to your waist. Fingertips dug into your sides as he held you up, cool air quickly filling the space between you as his chest left your back. “Remember to keep your arms up,” Mando’s voice was clear but you could hear him grunting as he plunged into your warmth.

You tried, you really did try to follow his orders, and you lasted almost a full minute. But the way he was slamming into you—his cock bumping against a spot in you that sent a thrill up your spine with every push—and with the added weight of the binders, you couldn’t keep your arms in the air and quickly dropped forward crashing into the bed. Laying head first in his sheets you were overwhelmed by the unmistakable smell of Mando—something clean but musky that was impossible to replicate—that had sunk into his bedding over years of sleeping here. Face buried into the pillow you groaned, totally surrounded by him while trying to brace against the unrelenting pace he had settled into. 

Mando was saying something but you couldn't hear him over your own muffled wails. He slapped your ass again while his other fisted the tattered remains of the shirt you’d forgotten you were still wearing. With a hard yank he pulled you back—far enough your hands couldn't reach the bed but not so far you could brace yourself on your knees alone—effectively forcing you to hold your arms out in order to remain balanced as he fucked you.

“Fuck—Mando, please,” you begged, not able to think straight enough to fully articulate what you needed but he seemed to understand. His hips slowed and he pulled you further back to his chest again. 

You trembled as he wrapped his arms around you—one holding your own arms against your chest as his other came to your mouth. Two of his fingers slid past your lips as you rolled your head back to rest on his shoulder. Closing your mouth with a moan you sucked on his digits, swirling your tongue to make sure they were covered in saliva. He hummed in your ear, taking his hand away and drifting down your torso. Once his touch found your clit, his wet fingers started to draw little circles around the bud. You could’ve melted at the moment—that little pressure mixed with the slow grind of his cock inside you was quickly drawing out your orgasm.

“You gunna cum?” Mando asked, picking up the pace of his hand ever so slightly as you let out a breathy ‘yes’. Your hips moved on their own, chasing the tension you could feel building as the coil inside of you tightened, threatening to release at any second. “I want to feel that,” he all but growled in your ear, when his touch unexpectedly left your pussy, “But not yet.”

“What?” you gasped, feeling him pull out of you. There was an audible squelch as he slipped out, his cock thoroughly soaked with your juices that you could now feel leaking down your inner thighs. “No! Mando, wait—!” Kneeling in the middle of the bed you groped the air around you, looking for him with your hands. You nearly sobbed until his lips pressed against yours. Immediately your fists dug into the front of his shirt, pulling him closer as his tongue danced with yours. His fingers wove into your hair, his palm cupping the back of your skull, deepening the kiss for a moment before breaking away again. “No, Mando-o,” you whined, holding on tight when you heard him laugh.

“Look at you, such a desperate mess begging for me,” he mumbled, still chuckling as he pressed a comforting chaste kiss to your lips, “I’m not going anywhere, just laying down.” 

You relaxed your grip but still kept both palms on him as he settled back. Unable to see what he was doing you waited, feeling him adjusting his position before one of his hands squeezed your thigh, “Ok, climb on up.”

Hesitating for a second you eventually leaned forward, bracing yourself on his chest as you swung one knee over his thighs. The fabric of his trousers rubbed against you as you settled down, mopping up some of the slick mess that coated your legs. How you wish you could see the view before you; Mando laid out and sweating—eager for you. You could tell he was stroking his cock with one hand by the way his knuckles brushed against your mound, the other thumb swirling small circles over the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. 

Rising onto your knees, you scooted forward, bringing your hips closer to his. “Right there,” Mando hummed, stopping you with the hand on your waist as his other positioned himself. He swiped the head through your lips a few times, brushing against your clit with each pass. You could feel your legs trembling when he finally lined up with your hole. 

With a deep sigh you dropped your hips, pushing down against him. It felt right as he filled you, like you had been truly empty without him. Mando’s other hand came to rest on your thigh, groping and squeezing whatever he could reach as you eased yourself onto his length. 

You could hear his reaction, the soft groans as he enjoyed your warmth, before he finally hissed out, “Oh fu-uck.” The hitch in his voice made your insides vibrate. Your bottom came to settle on his hips—fully sheathed inside of you and deeper than before—and you could feel Mando shifting to sit up, pushing himself as one hand grabbed at your hair. 

“Filthy little slut, aren’t you? So wet for the bounty hunter that caught you,” he growled in your ear, holding your head in place as he pressed his nose to the side of your face so his stubble dragged across your cheek. In response you moaned and shifted your hips, unable to hide the reaction you felt at his words, “Easiest bounty I ever had.” 

His other hand flew up, wrapping around the column of your neck with ease. “You know you’re supposed to run from me, not beg me to fuck you,” The Mandalorian’s voice was low and chiding, having fun reminding you just how readily you’d given yourself up to him, and just how vulnerable to him you were right now. 

“Open your mouth.” You followed the command without hesitation, dropping your jaw as far as you could. He took a quick inhale and then spat, the glob of saliva landing square on your outstretched tongue. Closing your lips you made a show of swallowing hard, your throat pressing against his palm as you gulped. His grip tightened, fingers digging into your jugular hard enough to restrict blood flow. “You said you wanted this, now show me how bad.” Leaning back, his fist left your hair as he ordered, “Make yourself cum on my cock.”

Eager to please you started to grind down, rutting against him so that his pelvic bone hit your clit and the head of his cock bumped inside of you. Mando’s hand smacked hard against your ass and you let out a silent yelp, barely any air getting past with the way he held your neck. 

Bringing your palms to rest flat on his soft belly you lifted your hips instead—rising up, up, up and then dropping, reveling at the drag of his cock inside of you. You guessed he liked this too by the lack of spanking and so you continued, riding him as hard as you could. The way you moved—leaning forward with every rise—pressed your own throat harder into his palm choking yourself on his grip as you humped against him.

The broad expanse of his palm against your neck felt better than you had imagined, the way he held you in place, watching as you bounced and wailed. You could feel your end drawing rapidly closer, tiny shocks dancing through you as forewarning. Shifting your hands, you tried to rub your own clit but were unable to reach with the binders on. Mando noticed and brought his own thumb to press down on your bundle of nerves.

That contact of his finger alone was enough to push you over the edge. All of your limbs froze, tensing as you came. A staggered whine left your mouth as you felt your inner walls spasming around Mando’s cock. 

You were still careening, your mind blank as you felt him pushing up from underneath you. The head of his cock continued to ram against that spot inside you—feeling all too overwhelming—as you realized he had taken over when you slackened and was now thrusting up into you. Letting out a loud moan you tried to push him away, the overstimulation seemed to be leading to another orgasm edging in before the last had even finished, but he easily immoblized your cuffed hands and chased his own end, fucking up into your pussy as hard as he could.

You gasped and reeled, a complete mess above him, held up only by Mando’s hands as you crested again. The way your walls squeezed Mando’s dick as you came quickly brought him to his own release. Something warm pulsed inside you as his whole body went rigid, his hands gripping your wrist and neck flexed hard enough to bruise as he came with a gutteral sound from deep in his chest. He shifted, trying to push deeper before dropping to sag against the mattress. 

“Fuck,” he groaned, his hold on you loosening and falling to your hips. Your hands slid across his chest as you dropped forward to lay against him. Mando’s palms found your ass as you felt his softening cock slip out of your aching pussy. 

“Fuck is right,” you laughed, your breath dancing across his collarbone as you relaxed. His fingertips ghosted up your spine, brushing your skin ever so gently. “Screw all your bounties like that?” You teased, unable to hide your smile as you nudged your nose against his jaw—enjoying the scratch of his overgrown stubble. 

“Believe it or not, you’re the first,” the Mandalorian sighed, turning his head to capture your lips in a lazy kiss. 

“Glad you didn't throw me in carbonite right away,” you hummed, playfully nipping at his mouth as you laid, sprawled across his broad chest.

“That makes two of us,” he replied, helping to shift your dead weight to the side where you still remained wrapped around him. “If you give me a moment, you can take the blindfold off.” 

His offer was replied to with a groan as you clung tighter to him.

 “Don’t go anywhere, I don’t even notice it anymore,” you yawned as you dug your fingers into his shirt, enjoying his arm around your shoulders. It wasn’t a lie—you were barely aware of the the fabric over your eyes as you nestled further into the warmth of his body, easily drifting off to sleep.

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Waking up you were beyond disoriented, with no idea where you had fallen asleep this time. That lasted until you shifted to sit up. A dozen different aches shot through your body, making themselves all known at once—the most prominent coming from between your thighs. 

Memories from the night before—was it the night before? How long had you been asleep?—flooded your mind and you shivered, remembering the ways the Mandalorian had touched you and all the dirty things he had whispered in your ear. That’s when you realized you weren’t wearing the blindfold or binders anymore. 

Rubbing at your wrists, you massaged where the cuffs had irritated your skin and looked around. There was nothing notable or personal about the space after all. Everything was in neat order, and clean, with almost no way to tell that someone actually lived here—no way except for the smell. 

Remnant whiffs of sex and sweat still hung in the air, but there was something under that—something deep and warm and comforting—that was purely the Mandalorian. You felt yourself relaxing, eased by the scent, as you shifted to sit on the edge of the bed despite the protest in your limbs.

Your thigh brushed against a soft, neatly folded black shirt—a perfect little square left out for you. Shrugging off the remnants of your old top, you felt yourself grinning. 

The shirt was warm, made from some type of wool, with long sleeves you had to roll up so they wouldn’t cover your hands. Once it was on, you couldn’t help but bring the collar to your nose and take a deep breath, inhaling his clean smell that clung to the fabric. 

You took your time getting dressed before leaving the bedroom, sure you’d never see this space again. Shaking your head, you chased away those dark thoughts, trying not to focus on the fact of your impending doom as you slowly made your way to the cockpit with ginger steps. 

Coming to the co-pilot's chair, you let out an involuntary groan while easing yourself into the seat. The sound caught the Mandalorian’s attention, who looked back over his shoulder, watching the way you winced as you settled in.

“How are you feeling?” He asked, his voice coming out flat and unreadable again, altered by his helmet. You noticed the slight tilt of his helmet, and shifted your hands, pulling the rolled cuffs down to cover the bruises from the binders.

“Sore,” you replied frankly but unable to hide the smile as you looked at him, reminded of all the reasons why you felt just so, “but it’s a good ache.” Mando said nothing in response but you got the sneaking suspicion that he was also smiling at the same memories.

“How much longer till we reach Nevarro?” The question broke the comfortable silence between the two of you, but that anxious part of your brain needed to know how much longer you had left.

“We’re not going to Nevarro,” the Mandalorian stated simply, the visor of his helmet staying trained on you. 

“What? But Greef’s on—,” you start but he was quick to interrupt.

“I’ve set the coordinates to some planet out of Crimson Dawn’s reach,” he began to explain, turning back to the ships controls as you sat with your mouth agape, frozen mid protest. “It’s somewhere they won’t find you.” Mando shuffled around, absently checking gauges and flipping switches. “I’ll tell the guild your body was destroyed, a bomb went off or something. Karga will vouch for me and then as far as anyone who cares to ask will ever know, you’ll be dead.” 

There was a long moment where the cockpit was totally silent, neither of you responding as you processed what he’d just said.

“Mando,” Your voice caught in your throat as you tried to talk. “Mando, do you still have that blindfold?” you asked quietly, grabbing his full attention as he twisted in his seat to look at you. 

“Yeah, I—uh, I do. Why?” You could see his hand shift to the pocket or pouch he’d tucked away the scrap of cloth. 

You were climbing onto his lap before he even realized you had stood up. Settling your weight on his thighs with your hands on his shoulders—just as you had been the day before—while ignoring the feeling in your joints as you inched closer. “Because I really want to kiss you right now.”

Mando held up the blindfold and you snatched it away, quick to secure it back around your eyes with a tight knot before reaching forward. Just as your fingers bumped against the edge of beskar, his hands were grabbing yours out of reflex.

“I can’t see anything, I promise,” you murmured while staying as still as possible, waiting for his grip to relax. When it did, his hands stayed on top of yours, cupping them as you began to lift. The helmet was heavier than you expected, weighty in your hands, as you held it between the pair of you. Leaning over the beskar dome, you brought your mouth to his. 

His lips felt warm and soft, welcoming and eager as he pressed back against you. Mando shifted, removing the helmet hugged between your bodies as one hand came to your jaw. Taking your bottom lip between his, he sucked as his moustache scratched along your skin. Your hands threaded into his hair, pressing yourself against him as hard as you could. 

“It’s going to take a day or so still,” Mando rasped, breaking the kiss to catch his breath but not pulling away, keeping you close enough his lips brushed against yours as he spoke. “A day or so until we reach the planet and I was—uh, I was thinking that we could—if you want to I mean, we don’t have to do anything if you’re still sore—.”

You got Mando to shut up with a hard kiss, rolling your hips against his as an answer. 

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