#i got complimented on my jumpsuit a lot!

[subsequentibis]

i walked back from the con today holding stuff in my tv head and could not stop laughing bc i looked like i got fired from the objecthead office and had to clear out my desk

[xanadontit]

My friend’s annual bourbon and brownies party was last night and E decided he was too tired to go so I went alone. I’m generally fine doing things on my own but had a tiny freak out moment in the car when I pulled up to her house. I calmed down and went inside and had a blast. Definitely a lot of “where’s E?” and I just shrugged and moved on. Sorry but if you’re gonna be a baby I’m not going to make excuses.

The upside to being on my own is I got to socialize a ton and met some really cool women and we exchanged numbers! Hey if my husband doesn’t want to hang out with me maybe these ladies will.

Lots of compliments on my outfit so big ups to my Old Navy jumpsuit lol.

Anyway got home after 1am (stuck around to catch up with the hostess for a bit) and I’m too old for that shit but no regrets!

[sseniita]

hi I really like the dumb blonde story! Will you write more of it? If not that's okay!

hsjdh

(also can you tag me if you do so I can see it?)

@wacko-weirdo sorry it took like a million years,,,, i had no idea what to write LOL , this one is for u my liege

i pledge allegiance to dumb blondes (2!)

part 1!

The villain didn’t know why he thought this would be easy. The hero was loud and attracted a lot of attention, not only to themself but to the villain as well. They would insist on keeping the other soldiers occupied with card games and nightcaps that kept them dizzy till morning which resulted in ten extra laps around the base during morning drills. 

They complained about broken nails, needed 15 minutes to do their hair, insisted on a private bathroom and argued with authoritative figures, but worst of all, they seemed to take a liking to the villain. They had gotten comfortable far too quickly. Though they never had the pleasure of fighting each other on the field, the sparring practice late at night behind the cafeteria proved the villain was missing out. The hero wasn’t good to any extent- but they were fun. 

To say the villain liked them was an overstatement. Perhaps saying the hero liked the villain was too. The villain could barely stomach when they showed up to breakfast practically shirtless, when they laughed at half-assed jokes, and returned lazy and suggestive compliments. But the villain liked them on the ground. Panting, bloody, covered in bruises and dirt. He liked it when they bounced back in a pathetic attempt to bring the villain down. He liked the way they’d try stalling by flirting, it was different when they did it with the villain as compared to the soldiers- it was malicious with intent.

“That was terrible.” The hero was on the ground, staining the cuff of their sleeve by cleaning the blood off their face. “Get up,” he demanded.  

The villain grabbed them by the collar of their jumpsuit. The hero only chuckled. 

“Ok. Ok. I’m up.” They rasped. 

“It’s been a month. You haven’t gotten any better. You’re wasting my time, hero.” The hero grabbed the villain’s wrist that was still gripping tightly to their collar. 

“Maybe I don’t wanna get better. Maybe I like the way you hit me.” 

Despite himself, the villain was amused. The hero was anything but heroic. They'd make a terrible captain. 

“You’re insane. I can’t wait to kill you.” The hero smiled at that- like it was the first real compliment they received since they arrived at the base. They got their footing and the villain let go. The hero feigned disappointment.

“There goes my plan to continue your rehabilitation,” they sighed "why continue training me then?"

“It’s more so for myself. It’d be boring if you died so quickly.” he turned to his jacket he’d disregarded when the fight was getting stuffy. "Besides, it's not like you're learning much of anything."

“I should kill you.” 

The villain clicked their tongue. “Now, now. Heroes don’t kill, sweetheart.” Before he could reach for his jacket, a force threw him down. The villain had almost forgotten the feeling of panic-fueled adrenaline, like a shock through his body.

In less than the second the villain took to realize what was going on, the hero was straddling his hips and sending two punches (one for good measure) right to his jaw. The villain spit out blood and stopped struggling against their tight hold.

The fact that the hero of all people had managed to overpower the villain was a cold realization that sent shivers up the his spine; (that could have also been thanks to the hero's muscular thighs around them- but who's to say) they were getting sloppy. The villain was at ease where he should definitely not have been.

Having the hero as his pawn in the game was as sobering of a thought as having the hero being the only pawn in the game, his plan, his magnum opus.

The hero could very easily destroy the villain's plan and make him start from zero, but if he played his cards right- they were also the key to his victory. Ironically, it wasn't much better on the hero's side: the hero needed the villain for their own reasons. Both extremely vital, but useless, if not fatal, if uncooperative. The villain knew the hero knew this. This is to say who is in control here?

After hero caught their breath, their hands landed on the villain's chest, applying enough pressure to be considered a warning.

“I win.” They smiled. “I may not be strong, but if I’m good at something it’s looking for an opening.” their lips curled into something knowing, something taunting. "Opportunities come in all shapes and sizes." They patted the villain's chest, almost amicably.

“I noticed, all with how natural it is for you to get on top of someone."

"Thanks." they sneered. No venom.

They leaned down, their lips dangerously close to the shell of his ear. 

“I know what your plan is. Trust me I won’t make it easy.” The villain only listened, coming to the exciting realization he was the hero's only pawn as well; no one was in control. And they had entered a complex mutually dependent situation. Perhaps the first for both of them. How romantic.

The villain turned his head, lips touching the hero's cheek as they whispered.

"Perhaps I’ll underestimate you when the time comes. But for now, you’re nothing more than a teenager whose daddy didn’t let play with the big kids.” 

“Ohh, it’s going to be so much fun bringing you down” 

“Oh, the most fun. But we have things to do before then, don’t we?” 

The hero pulled their face up to stare at the villain. Neither one of them looked away as they glared daggers. The hero finally chuckled, breathlessly. 

“You know what the other soldiers say about us?” The hero whispered, the electric tension immediately disappearing. They seemed to be good at that.

“Can you blame them? A popular hero and reformed villain sneak away in the middle of the night for hours.” The villain explained. “Bound to raise some eyebrows.” 

“Imagine the drama when we become best of friends at Hero HQ, only for a heartbreaking betrayal.”

“You’ve always been a spectacle, Hero.” The hero finally got off the villain, lending a hand the villain accepted and didn’t let go of once they were both standing. “You seem ok. But something tells me you’re so much worse.” 

“You’re a bad influence. And a wretched teacher.” 

“Unfixable, some would say.”

“Clearly.”

[fanficshiddles]

Eternally Mine, Chapter 31

‘Oh dear god.’ Loki gasped as he opened the door to greet Spencer and Jessica.

Jessica was wearing a flared red jumpsuit, it was very sparkly. She also had glitter face paint on to match.

‘Is Claire ready yet?’ She asked excitedly as Loki let them in.

‘Almost, she’s upstairs getting ready… don’t tell me she’s got the same outfit? She wouldn’t let me see.’ Loki asked warily.

Jessica just laughed and said nothing as she went to greet Bat.

‘At least we’re not going with them.’ Spencer chuckled.

‘Thankfully!’ Loki agreed, he went to get them both a beer from the fridge.

He was just back through to the living room when they heard Claire coming down the stairs.

‘Youuuu can daaaance, youuuu can jiiiive. Haaaving the tiiime of your liiiiiiife!’ She sang loudly, and badly, as she came down and walked into the living room.

She was wearing the same style of jumpsuit as Jessica, it had a low v at the neck too. Though Claire’s was blue instead of red. She had blue glitter face paint as well.

Loki’s eyes almost popped out.

‘Well. It seems it’s impossible for you to look awful in any outfit.’ Loki hummed and stalked over to her for a kiss.

‘I’ll take that as a compliment.’ Claire laughed.

‘Have fun you two. But be safe.’ He said softly and kissed her again.

‘We will be, don’t worry. You two enjoy your night, too!’ She grinned up at him.

Loki and Spencer waved the girls off when their taxi arrived. Claire wasn’t surprised when Jessica pulled out a couple of cans of cocktails for them to drink before getting there. Even though it was only a short drive.

It was a little cold when they arrived, they were a bit early so had to join the queue, but they didn’t have to wait too long as doors were opening in ten minutes.

‘Should’ve taken a jacket.’ Claire said as she danced about on the spot to warm up.

‘Here, we need to down these before bag search anyway.’ Jessica said as she pulled out two mini vodka bottles.

‘Straight?’ Claire asked with a laugh.

‘Of course. It’ll warm you up.’ Jessica winked at her.

‘You’re such a bad influence.’ Claire laughed and downed the vodka, pulling a bit of a face as it slid down her throat.

‘You love it though.’ She grinned.

‘I do. Don’t think Loki does as much though.’

‘Ah he will just need to put up with it.’ Jessica laughed. ‘How are things going with you two anyway? All good?’

‘Really good. I never thought I’d find someone like Loki to spend my life with, he’s just amazing in every way. I know that soulmates are mainly a vampire thing, but even if he was a human I’d feel like we were soulmates. We just seem to fit together so well and we’ve slotted into living together like we’ve been together forever.’ Claire gushed with a blush.

‘Aww. It is so special when you find the one. You two were made to be together.’

‘What about you and Spencer? All going well?’ Claire asked.

‘Really well. Too well, I often wonder if something is going to happen to fuck us up. I’ve never been happier, I just feel it’s too good to be true sometimes.’ She said sheepishly.

‘Aw no, don’t think that way. You’re both great people and deserve the happiness together. Is it cause you’re not soulmates that’s worrying you? Loki told me that not every vampire ends up with their soulmate, they fall in love with others and build that soulmate relationship.’

‘Hm, I quite like thinking it in that way. I do worry sometimes about it yeah, what if my soulmate appears or his does, because we will have ones out there.’ Jessica said honestly.

‘I’m sure you’ll both figure it out if that were to ever happen. Some vampires go their entire thousands of years life without meeting their soulmate, right? Or yours might be dead, so you might not even need to worry about it.’ Claire shrugged.

Jessica laughed. ‘Is it bad that I hope they are dead? Would save a lot of issues.’

‘I’ll let it pass this time wishing death upon someone.’ Claire laughed.

‘Oh finally! Moving in!’ Claire said when the queue began to shuffle forward.

-

Up high on the building across the alley from the venue, where Jessica and Claire were queueing, there was a figure on the roof crouched down, watching them through binoculars.

He took his phone out and called someone.

‘Hey, it’s me. Yeah, they’re exactly where he said they’d be. Will I take the shot?’

‘No. Wait until after the show, that’s when to strike.’ The voice down the phone responded.

-

Loki and Spencer were a few beers in, they were in Loki’s living room with football on. Loki didn’t really follow the sport, but he enjoyed watching a game now and then. Spencer followed it and had his favourite team, but he wasn’t a mega fan, so was happy just having it on in the background while they chatted.

‘Where was that place that you and Claire went to for a few days? A cabin in the woods or something?’ Spencer asked Loki.

‘Oh, yeah. Up north near Bramble woods, lovely spot. Are you looking for holiday ideas?’ Loki asked.

‘Possibly. Jessica been going on about it, saying that Claire was talking about it in that group chat. Said it was good for some… hunting play. Toshi agreed.’ Spencer chuckled.

‘It certainly was.’ Loki grinned. ‘I’d recommend it for sure.’

‘I don’t think the hunting play would work that well for Jessica and I though.’ Spencer sighed.

‘Well, one of you could pretend. That’s kind of the idea of the whole role-playing stuff.’ Loki chuckled.

‘I guess we could try. It would be hard to try and ignore the vampire senses though. Sometimes I wish we’d been able to have some fun before I was turned.’

‘I guess there are perks to having a human partner for a while.’ Loki hummed.

‘Are you going to be turning Claire any time soon?’

‘Not soon, no. We have discussed it and she does want that, but not yet. We’re going to re-visit it in about four years or so.’ Loki shrugged.

‘Any other plans for the future? Kids? Marriage?’

‘Pfft. Would you want to take kids into the world right now? With the threat of the hunters, it’s bad enough trying to keep Claire safe.’ Loki chuckled.

‘True. Thankfully Jessica and I have decided against having kids, though our reasoning is because we deal with kids enough at work.’

‘That’s how Claire and I feel too.’ Loki laughed. ‘Some of them can be… challenging.’

‘You’re telling me. I had two fighting in class the other day just because they both fancied the same girl. The hormones at this age is just ridiculous.’ Spencer shook his head.

‘Yikes. Vampires or humans?’

‘Vampire versus a human. Which made it worse. The human knows about vampires so they were arguing back and forth, calling each other all the names under the sun, as you can imagine. Chris had to sort out some of the other students’ memories, it was a mess.’

‘What about the girl they were fighting over? Does she like any of them?’ Loki couldn’t resist asking.

‘Nope. She’s a human, but is already dating… a vampire, a female vampire.’ Spencer smirked.

Loki laughed. ‘Brilliant. She must have been so amused seeing two guys fighting over her, knowing neither of them had a chance.’

‘I did have to keep a straight face, which wasn’t easy.’ Spencer admitted.

Loki and Spencer had some more beers and ordered in pizza while they watched the game and chatted away. It had been a while since Loki had a guy’s night, he was surprised how much he enjoyed it. Plus, it was good to bond more with Spencer.

Though their guy’s night unfortunately didn’t last long.

Loki frowned when the doorbell rang, they weren’t expecting anyone. Plus, the girls weren’t due back for a while yet, as they had planned to go to an after party for ABBA fans at one of the clubs near the venue. So they weren’t expected back till well after midnight.

Loki made his way through to the front door and when he got closer, he caught a whiff of who it was. Toshi.

That was confirmed when he opened the door. ‘Hey, Toshi… Is everything ok?’

‘Uhh… can I come in?'

[emberdew]

Be More Ghost Chapter 13: Halloween

Summary:

A Be More Chill AU where Danny gets a Super Quantum Intel Unit Processor (or Squip) to help him become cool and win over Valerie, but things don't really go as planned.

Masterpost | AO3 Link | Word Count: 1,643

‘Cause a Halloween party’s a rad excuse to put your body through mad abuse and I might pass out but it’s alright  ‘cause I’m Halloween partying hard tonight!

Looking in the mirror, Danny grinned. His Halloween costume was perfect- a snow-white wig and a familiar black jumpsuit. He was Phantom. Okay, he was always Phantom. but tonight he was also pretending to be Phantom, which was going to be so much fun!

Behind him in the mirror, another not-quite-Phantom was giving his outfit a once-over.

“I can’t believe I got Dash to invite me to his big Halloween bash this year. No older sister’s help required this time.” Danny turned around and smiled at Squip-Phantom.

Now that you’ve upgraded, all the popular kids’ parties are within your reach.

Danny heard a ding and checked his phone on the bedside table. It was another message from Star.

“Should I ignore that one too?” Danny was starting to feel kind of bad about leaving her messages unread. But Squip-Phantom had insisted he shouldn’t reply. 

Keep ignoring her messages. We’ll be seeing her soon at the party anyway. 

Danny nodded and shoved his phone into a jumpsuit pocket. 

“The party started an hour ago, should I fly over now?”

Yes, you’ve waited long enough.

In the mirror, Danny watched as the rings of light around his body transformed his costume into the real deal. His bright green eyes, ghostly glow, and slightly more masculine-looking facial features made a big difference, so he was pretty confident no one would figure out his secret identity despite the similarities. 

Danny looked in the mirror for another moment, then took off through his bedroom wall toward Dash’s house.

___

Loud music, throngs of drunk teens, and of course red solo cups. Dash’s big Halloween party was shaping up to be just as awesome as Danny hoped.

Many of his classmates were also in Phantom costumes, but he saw a few others dressed as some of his more popular rogues- several Embers, a few Desirees, and someone even had an impressively well-made Skulker suit. 

Actually- Danny jerked back to get another look at someone dressed as Ember who seemed a bit too realistic. As he took a step toward her, his ghost sense going off confirmed this was the real Ember McLain. 

“What are you doing here?” Danny flashed his eyes green for a second as a warning.

“Chill out, babypop. I’m just here for the party!” Ember raised her red solo cup and gestured to the crowd. “With so many people here dressed like me, there’s lots of opportunities to hear them say my name.’ 

Danny glanced at the crowd again and spotted Ashley a few feet away in an Ember costume. She was chatting with some other girls from his class, completely oblivious to the real ghost that her costume was based on in the room.

“I love your Ember costume!” Hannah, who was in a generic witch costume, complimented Ashley. 

Danny watched as the fire in the real Ember’s hair got a little bit bigger. He knew he should capture her in a thermos before she started any trouble, but he really didn’t feel like causing a scene at the party. It wasn’t like she was actively hurting anyone or hypnotizing people, so it’d probably be fine to leave her alone. 

“Are you serious right now?”

Danny turned to see Wes Weston glaring down at him. He was wearing a Sherlock Holmes costume because of course he was. 

“How can you be wearing that,” Wes flailed an arm at Danny’s Phantom costume, “and people still don’t realize that I’m right about Fenton being Phantom???”

Danny and Ember shared a knowing look. 

“I don’t know what you mean, dipstick. Fenton here doesn’t look anything like Phantom,” Ember smiled as she patted the top of Danny’s wig. 

“He’s literally in a Phantom costume!” 

“I just don’t see it…”

As much as he enjoyed watching Ember harass Wes, Danny was getting hungry. He slipped away and neither of them seemed to notice as their loud argument continued. 

Danny pushed through the crowd and ducked under black and orange streamers hanging from the ceiling on his way to the snack table. Before he could reach it though, a hand tapped his shoulder to grab his attention. 

“Danny! Awesome Phantom costume!” Star beamed at him. “I was afraid you weren’t coming. Did you get my messages?”  

Play it off, Squip-Phantom waved its hand in a dismissive gesture as it floated close to his side. 

“Am I late? Didn’t even realize.” Danny shrugged. Star’s smile crumpled for a moment but she bounced back quickly.

“What do you think of my costume? I figured, you always see sexy cats, but no one ever goes as a sexy dog.” Star playfully tugged on the dog ears attached to the hood of her costume.

Danny looked her up and down. Sure enough, she was dressed as a “sexy dog” but she was also very green. She had on a spiked collar that reminded him exactly of- oh. She was Cujo. 

“It’s...” 

Vague compliment.

“...Original.” Danny felt bad as soon as he said it. Star’s smile dropped again and she looked crushed. He couldn’t do this to her even if the Squip told him to, it was just too mean. “I mean, it’s amazing! Seriously, I can’t believe I’m with a girl who looks like you.” 

“Paulina said it was dumb.” Star sighed but perked up again. “You need a drink!”

Danny turned to face the Squip as Star walked to the punch bowl. 

“Did you see the look on her face? She thought I stood her up!” 

And she was so excited when she realized you hadn’t, Squip-Phantom pointed out. People want what they don't have. 

Danny knew the Squip knew what it was doing, but Danny still felt bad for treating Star like that. He shook his head. He’d already decided to stop following his instincts, so he shouldn’t feel bad. He should just do what the Squip tells him.

Look who’s here.

Danny followed where Squip-Phantom pointed and saw Valerie walking up to Dash.

“Sorry I’m late,” Valerie said. 

“I didn’t even realize.”

“Oh. Okay…” Valerie paused as she noticed Dash’s costume. Like Danny, Dash was dressed up as Phantom in a white wig and black jumpsuit. “Are you seriously dressed as Phantom?” She sounded disappointed. 

“Right! Phantom’s the best! Who are you supposed to be?” 

“The Red Huntress.” Valerie glared at Dash, who seemed confused. Danny thought it was funny that she was also dressed up as her alter-ego in a slightly more hand-crafted-looking version of her signature red ghost hunting suit. 

“Who?” Dash stared at her costume with no hint of recognition. 

“The ghost hunter?” Valerie waved her cardboard ghost gun around in exasperation. “You’ve seriously never heard of her?”

“Uh, nope.” Dash paused for an awkward moment. He winced when someone knocked over a vase nearby. “You want a drink?”

“Sure-”

“Cool, they’re over there!” Dash pointed to the snack table and walked away. After a moment Valerie just sighed and poured herself some punch. 

Danny was about to walk over to her when a hand grabbed his wrist. He looked up to see Paulina in a “sexy Sayonara Pussycat” costume with a massive smile on her face.

“Danny! I’m supposed to get you. Star has a surprise,” Paulina started dragging Danny around a corner and up some stairs.

“What kind of surprise?”

“The kind where you don’t ask questions.” She winked. 

Danny felt a bit unsure but decided to follow anyway.

___

Red solo cup in hand, Valerie wandered over to where Dash and several other jocks were having a dance-off. It seemed like Dash was winning, but only because his opponent was too drunk to stay upright, much less perform any kind of dance move. 

She raised her mask to take a sip of the punch and immediately spit it out. Yeah, there was all kinds of alcohol in that. No thanks.

“Yeah, this punch is disgusting.”

Valerie turned to see someone dressed as Ember, the annoying singer ghost, right next to her. She hated that there were a billion people dressed as ghosts at this party. She’d never be able to tell if there were any real ones there, especially since her dad had forced her to keep all her real ghost hunting gear at home tonight. 

“It is,” Valerie agreed, looking down at the awful liquid swirling around in her cup. Great, now she had to figure out a way to get rid of it.

“I’m just gonna dump this.” The girl in the Ember costume smiled as she turned her cup over and let the contents spill on the floor.

“You can’t just do that!” Valerie gripped the cup in her hand so hard it crunched. “Now someone could slip on it!”

“What are you gonna do about it, ghost hunter girl?” The ghostly girl mocked as she raised an eyebrow. 

“I’m going to go get paper towels.”

As she stomped away, Valerie heard the other girl laughing at her but she didn’t look back. She checked the nearest bathroom but someone called out when she tried knocking so she went to the kitchen instead. She stopped in her tracks when she saw Kwan, dressed as the no-good biker ghost, frantically looking for something in the fridge. 

“Everything okay, Kwan?” Valerie stepped closer and Kwan swung toward her. 

“Have you seen any Mountain Dew Red?” Kwan asked in panicked desperation.

“No?” Despite having to drink sodas and energy drinks regularly to keep awake for her ghost hunting gig, Valerie had never heard of Mountain Dew Red.  

Kwan turned back to the fridge and started muttering to himself. Valerie decided to ignore his weirdness and grabbed some paper towels. So far, this Halloween was not going the way she’d expected.

[stardusthuntress]

A Gala-ctic Evening (Part 1)

ARC Echo x female!reader 

(Part 2)

Word Count: ~6.5k (idk what happened, it got away from me!) 

Summary: Echo and the classic ‘Night at the Gala’ trope. What a fun way to start a relationship with a sweet, flirty trooper like Echo? Corporal, ‘fix it all and flirt the whole way’ is your date for tonight, how far will the night take you? 

TW: reader is wearing a dress/jumpsuit that is fitted to a stereotypical female body shape, but reader is not described in detail; Lots of fun teasing and flirty moments with our favorite ARC trooper; let me know if I missed anything!

A/N: had to try my hand at this classic trope, and who better to go with than Echo? This one got away from me… it’s like 14 pages, and ~2-3 times as long as my usual fics… and it will also have a part 2 that gets smutty. No minors allowed! 18+ only! I've been meaning to post part of this for ages, but last weekend was the local con - so much star wars, it was so nice to be around fellow nerds again - and time raced past me. So enjoy this extra-long lead-up to the Echo smut that will be part 2!

Mando'a translations: Mesh'la = beautiful

Echo dividers by @/djarrex, hyperspace banners are my own

Hunter turned when Echo stopped mid-sentence. That wasn’t like Echo. But he quickly realized Echo wasn’t likely to ever finish his statement. He was busy trying to remember how to talk and not gawk. She had just entered the room and Echo’s attention was glued to her. Echo could barely remember how to breathe. 

She was wearing a gorgeous blue dress, and Echo was captivated. 

The dress was two toned, The bottom layer was a rich, midnight blue. The top, a color near and dear to his heart, 501st blue! Rich royal blue in color, it was slightly shimmery, and covered in swirling stars, giving her the appearance of an ethereal goddess of the night in his eyes. This one looked soft, and made him want to reach out for her even more than he already did. Which was quite a lot, especially considering how the rest of the dress complimented her figure. 

His eyes quickly trailed across her, taking in all the details that just accentuated how beautiful she was to him. The sleeveless, plunging neckline, the way the fabric wrapped tightly round her lower waist so it flared out over her hips flowing serenly to the floor with a long slit up one leg. Paired with heels that kept her ankles as an angle that made Echo wish he could feel her soft feet pressing into his back at that same angle as she wrapped her legs around him 

He couldn’t quite tell if the bottom half was shaped more like a skirt or like pants, but it did things to him either way! 

But his favorite detail was a delicate white belt that adorned her middle, with an engraved buckle… emblazoned with the shape of a handprint! HIS handprint! 

She couldn’t have know that though, could she? The Bad Batch didn’t know it. They’d never seen his old armor. Except maybe Tech while doing his research on Echo’s past. But she joined the 99th after him. Did she know? 

Echo didn’t have time to think it over, his mind was a little too distracted. In the mirror behind her, he can see her back exposed. The dress wrapped over her shoulders, and crossed at the top of her back, and wrapping to cross again at the front of her waist this time, just beneath her breasts and across her stomach, accentuating the shape of her breasts and waist, while leaving her mid to lower back open. 

Echo was in trouble, there was no way he would be able to take his eyes off of her all night long. Forget searching for the target, he was going to have to guard her with everything he had. She’d be the envy of all. 

He became vaguely aware she was beginning to look nervous. 

“Do I look ok?” She asked, worry in her voice and painting her features. 

“You look stunning Mesh’la [beautiful]! Your belt just reminded me of something. That’s all.”  

She relaxes significantly, smiling a dangerous smile and stepping closer. Echo held his ground. He wasn’t about to back away from a gorgeous woman, especially not one he’d been pining over from a distance for so long. He still didn’t believe his brothers that she wanted him. Not even Rex could convince him of it. 

She placed her hand upon his chest, right where the handprint from Rex had once decorated his chest plate. 

He subconsciously puffed out his chest, watching her closely. 

“I liked your handprint,” she whispered. 

He nearly melted into a puddle and disappeared through the floor grates with that. She stood before him in his old colors, with his signifying handprint on her waist, in a dress that revealed so much more of her than he had yet been lucky enough to see. He was doing his best to regulate his own breathing, but even his ARC training was no match for a gorgeous woman who was doing everything she could to playfully tease him. 

With a shaky breath he finally let him consider that his brothers might have been right about her after all. He hadn’t been sure before, but he was starting to take the hint now! 

She’d given up on subtlety. Echo didn’t believe he was worthy of love like hers anymore… and she was going to prove him wrong. She loved him. 

Echo sighed, his eyes trailed to the floor. “I was a whole man back then. You deserve better than whatever I am now.” 

“You’re a whole man now too. Lots of people get mods. I should take you to Tatooine some time and show you the mod parlors there. Maybe they have a better solution for the chronic pain you’ve been dealing with.” She countered, without missing a beat. 

Still looking at the floor, Echo was suddenly aware that at this angle, he couldn’t miss the fact that her hand still rested on his chest.  Wanting to drag out the moment just a little bit longer, he placed his hand over hers, and just held her hand to his chest for a moment. 

As he looked at her hand resting on his chest, his gaze began to drift to her wrist, and up her arm, to the rest of her. The outfit she wore complimented her shape well, he thought. 

“This looks really good on you,” he told her, eyes lingering on the way it hugged her waist and flowed around her as she moved. 

She smiled, “Thanks! It has pockets!” And she stuffed her free hand into a pocket to show it off. 

Echo smiled back, and laughed at her enthusiasm. 

Behind him, Hunter, Tech, and Crosshair entered the room. Tech was already part way through explaining how his ingenious proximity data wiping device worked. Crosshair had several clothing bags slung over his shoulder. He silently thrust one at Echo. 

“Your turn, Echo!” Wrecker bellowed. “If we did everything right, it should match hers!” He pointed proudly at her. “Woah!” Wrecker realized she was already ready to go. “I thought you were pretty in just normal stuff already, but this is really pretty!” 

“Aww, thanks, Wreck!” She replied. “I haven't even put on any makeup yet.” 

Echo’s scomp brushed her chin and tilted her face upwards towards his own. His eyes raked her features with a respectful hunger, tracing from her cheeks, to the graceful swoop of her hair, to her nose, lips, and back to her eyes. 

“You don’t need makeup, Mesh’la,” his voice was quiet, “nothing can compare with you on a normal day anyways,” 

Her eyes widened, and her lips parted, at a loss for words. Echo smirked. He liked being the reason she was rendered speechless. 

Tech’s final round mission briefings continued, and he turned to the pair, seemingly none the wiser to what was going on as his head was still clearly in his datapad. “Now, this will likely require any and all types of stall tactics to get enough passes to wipe the data without allowing the target to catch onto anyone. You two,” he points to Echo and the woman still standing just a little too close for friends “will be paired together to increase the likelihood of one of them being able to wipe the data while the other stalls the target. Hunter and Crosshair will also be in attendance, individually. I shall monitor from here, and Wrecker will be the getaway driver, ready to get you all out should anything go wrong, or awaiting the end of party signal for the multiple, individual pick ups at the end. I shall provide you all with earpieces when you are ready to go.” And he shuffles off, attention already on the workstation that he will be using to hack into the security system of the lavish residence. 

The boys disperse to dress, and she takes a few moments to step into the fresher and finish up, but inspired by Echo’s compliments, manages to stick to only a little bit of makeup for this evening. But she couldn’t resist a dark lipstick, just for something a little different and fun. 

A few moments later, Echo appears in the doorway to the fresher. His collar popped, and an untied bow tie draped over his shoulders. “Uhhhh, do you think you could give me a hand with this? I seem to be short one too many to figure this out.” He sighs, and finally looks up. His eyes widen, “Stars! Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes!” 

She smiles and giggles, and Echo is mesmerized. 

Her attention turns to the blue fabric Echo was struggling with. He watches as she takes one in each hand, and uses them to teasingly tug him a little closer before tying it into a bowtie quickly and skillfully. She lets her hands linger on his chest, playing with the royal blue lapels that matched her own gown, enjoying how he once again, subconsciously puffs his chest out a bit at her touch. 

“Woah, guess I came to the right person,” he mutters. “Thank you.” He mental shakes himself, and his suave, flirty side reappears as he scoops up one of her hands in his, and brings it to his lips to kiss. “Is there anything these beautiful hands can’t do?” He asks. 

“Well, they could do to be a little softer. I do spend a lot of time working with power tools and utilizing my meager self-defense skills.” 

He rubs a thumb over her fingers. “They’re still remarkably soft, my Starlight. And if it’s self-defense that you feel you’re lacking on, I’d be happy to train you… if… that was… something you wanted, Gorgeous.” 

The thought of sparring together, glistening with sweat, and taking turns slamming each other into the mat with deliberate, drawn out touches, and the chance to hear what the other sounds like when breathing heavy and maybe even catch a few moans, if they’re lucky, distracts them both. Unbenounced to them, they’re drifting closer together. 

“That would actually really help,” she muttered, distracted by how close Echo is standing. 

“You’ve got it, Mesh’la. We can start tomorrow if you’re up for it?” He suggests. 

“Sounds like a plan,” she returns. “But for tonight, we should head on our way. We don’t want to get there after the target, and have to listen to Hunter’s lecture about punctuality tomorrow, would we?” 

She’s here on behalf of the senator from Alderaan. That way if anyone recognized Echo’s face (not likely amongst the higher class though) they could easily use the excuse that Senator Organa was hiring clones for his security detachments - which was actually true. He was aware the clones needed homes and had more than adequate training to serve as royal and senatorial guards. And he gave them wonderful salaries. In fact, he insisted on paying up front for this mission at double the rate that had been suggested, and buying all the attendees custom outfits because “that’s what privileged senators do for good friends”. And then he promised Echo that should he ever need repairs or adjustments for his mods, he was welcome on Alderaan and would be seen by the same doctor as the royal family. And should any of the clones need medical care - since they were not covered by imperial medical care they could not go to most medical facilities - he had a secret medical facility that would accommodate them. 

It wasn’t long before the speeder pulled up to the scene of the party, as Wrecker dropped them off, Echo made haste to step out first and reach out his hand to help her out of the speeder. She smiled up at him, and he beamed back. As she stepped out, a cool breeze came up, and he could see the goosebumps forming on her arms and shoulders. Instinctively, he pulled her towards him a little more, to shield her from the wind. Wanting to get her inside quickly, he nodded at Wrecker, who gave him a thumbs up, and then returned his attention to the road, as he pulled away. 

Echo turned back to his companion for the night. She stood next to him, nervously watching the guests enter. Echo shifted to her other side, so he could gently place his real hand on the exposed skin of her lower back to both reassure her and warm her up. He knew the metal of his scomp link would be cold, and she still had goosebumps. Besides, he needed to feel her skin on his own. Just this once. 

“Eyes on me, Sweetheart.” He was determined to wipe the nerves off her face before they entered. 

She looked up at him, brow knitted, only to find a calm steadiness looking back. 

“No need to rush it. We are here, whenever you are ready.” His voice was comforting and even. 

Tech had tried to convince her to take this mission alone, but she had refused, requesting a partner. Echo had volunteered without hesitation. Any chance to support her he jumped at. 

She took a deep breath, keeping her eyes on him, and letting the exhale sweep away as much of the dread as she could muster. 

They entered the gala to find a setting more luxurious than either of them had ever seen. Tall pillars lined the hallway, leading to a grandiose ballroom. Gold filigree and mirrors decorated everything. As they entered the ballroom, they could see that the pillars continued around the main dance floor, and up through three more floors that looked out over the dance floor and out over the extensive gardens that set a stunning backdrop behind the orchestra. It seemed like every exterior wall here was more window than wall. 

They exchanged glances, making an effort not to gawk too much. But both of them feeling out of their element. Used to armor and battlefields, dance floors with slow concertos for waltzing was a complete 180 from their normal. 

Echo’s eyes drifted easily back from the ballroom to the gorgeous woman on his arm, and smiled. Still the most beautiful thing in the room, he decided. He watched as her eyes drifted to the fourth floor, following her gaze to the glass ceiling and dark ambience up there, allowing guests to see the stars with less distraction from music. He looked back at her. 

“That seems like a good place to start, my Starlight. Likely candidate for someone wanting to hide away and smuggle data into the wrong hands unseen.” 

She looked up and him and smiled. “Oh Echo, ever the clever ARC. I’ll follow you, these shoes don’t exactly allow me to do much else.”

He spared a quick glare at her shoes, as though his stern soldier’s stare could convince an inanimate object to change it’s ways. And gently lead her away from the stairs and towards the transparisteel lift, like he’d been doing this all his life. 

They both gaped at the room as the lift doors opened and they found themselves on the periphery of what appeared to be a personal museum, owned by whoever was throwing this lavish party. Each object of interest lit from below with red light. 

“Red light,” she whispered as they perused the items “smart idea. Red light allows the eye to adjust to lower light levels in night-like environments and still be able to see what is lit without hurting the eye. Old astronomy trick.” 

Echo smiled. He loved finding topics she had random bits of trivia on, it was his clue that he’d found a topic that was interesting enough for her to dig into in her spare time. While he would sit and read up on reg manuals (so they wouldn’t be caught unawares the next time they had to infiltrate an Imperial base, of course), she would often sit and research with him. And now he knew just a little more of what she was researching at his side. 

He could feel her ever so slightly tugging them towards the telescopes near the window. She likely wasn’t even aware that she was pulling him in that direction. So he took the initiative and slowly but deliberately lead her to the telescope in the far corner. Besides, neither Tech nor Crosshair had seen their target arrive, so what was the harm in letting her heart lead them around for a few minutes? Echo relished in the chance to get to know her a little better. 

She bent down and peered through the telescope. He admired the open back on her dress, and the way her hair danced over her shoulders as she did so. He needed to distract himself before he started staring at the way her outfit fit her ass just right, so he hastily asked her a question. “What do you see, my Starlight?” 

She smiled, straightening back up, her cheeks warm as Echo’s new nickname for her sank in. He’d called her that at least twice tonight already, and it was hard not to love such a sweet nickname from a man like him. “Remember that ringed planet Tech pointed out on our way into the system? You should take a look, it’s quite pretty.” 

Echo laughed lightly, “I doubt anything could compare to the Galaxy in front of me right now.” The adoration in his eyes caught her off guard. She blushed and shyly tucked her hair behind her ear. Echo reaches out and curls a finger beneath her chin to redirect her gaze back up from the floor “Chin up, ‘My Lady’, tonight you are as royal as anyone else here.” 

Her smile was all the motivation Echo needed. His attention slipped to her lips as she did so. 

She caught the movement in his eyes and could feel the tingle of excitement race through her limbs to her core. She straightened up, relaxing her shoulders, tucking her tailbone down, and allowing him to draw her chin upwards. And tossed a confident smirk his way. Echo almost decided to forgo the mission right there. But something in him stopped him. Something that wanted to draw out the teasing and flirting for as long as he could. He didn’t know where this night would lead after they discreetly wiped the data from the disk during the handoff tonight, but he could make this part as fun as possible. And considering the spark of wild confidence he could see stirring in her eyes, she didn’t mind the fun and games one bit. 

“The suspect has arrived” Tech’s voice crackled the comms in their ears to life. 

Her eyes remained trained on Echo’s, and his on hers. 

“Confirmed. They are heading for the bar on level 2,” Crosshair hissed, doing his brotherly best to one up Tech, just a tad. “I’ve got them for now. Echo and y/n are on level 4.” 

“Yes, I see them too,” Tech responded, either oblivious to Crosshair’s competitive streak, or attempting to ignore it. “Though I question whether their attention is really on the mission at hand…” 

She spared a quick, annoyed glance away from Echo’s expressive eyes, at the nearest security camera, before returning to Echo’s captivating gaze. Echo’s eyes lit up as he laughed and wrapped his hand around to the small of her back. 

“The data disk is not up here” she spoke softly, but her voice held the power of royalty. She played her part well, Echo thought. 

“I am merely stating that—“ Tech started, but was cut off as Hunter interjected. 

“—Let ‘em be for now, we just need to know when the target moves.” 

“Yessir” came Tech’s curt, but nonchalant reply. 

Echo’s signature smirk from his 501st days with Fives had returned. And as far as she was concerned, she would make a point to keep it there all night long. He wore it well. 

Echo used the hand on her lower back to guide her towards a table with tall stools near the wall farthest from the stairs. “I thought you might like a chance to sit for a moment, ‘My Starlight’, those heels of yours can’t be comfortable.” 

She smiled and took a seat, glancing around. This spot was farther from the security cameras, Tech couldn’t be as nosy while they sat here. 

“You should sit too, this might be our only chance all night.” 

Two floors down, Crosshair was busy being a brother in a different way. He subtlely bumped into an already tipsy bar patron, who knocked into the tray the bartender was holding, upon which perched an array of drinks, amongst which sat the target’s drink. All of which topped to the floor, and the sticky contents splashed everywhere. The wobbly bar patron apologized profusely to the bartender and Crosshair used the distraction to comm the others. 

“Service is a little slow down here, why don’t you two hold your station up there. Hunter has some time to reach the gardens, those are the most likely locations for the exchange.” 

There was a muffled grunt in Tech’s voice, and distant and poorly suppressed laughter from Wrecker behind h im. It seemed Tech had been about to point out that Crosshair was not going to get his drink any faster when he did that either, but Wrecker had just punched Tech’s shoulder to keep himself from laughing and Tech from delivering his annoyed speech. 

Back up on the fourth floor, she and Echo were admiring the stars and exchanging war stories, and she was attempting to get him to try the slice of decadent cake he had retrieved from a buffet table for her. They spent a solid half an hour chatting and laughing together. 

The comms in their ears crackled to life again as Crosshair cleared his throat. “‘Scuse me,” he muttered, as sounds of shuffling made their way through his transmitter, “yes, four as well.” He must be in the lift, likely with the target. 

She looked up at Echo and raised a brow. He nodded descretely. So that was Crosshair’s signal. How very Crosshair. 

“How about a walk in the gardens, Handsome?” She asked Echo, who nodded with a smile and reached out a hand for her to lean on as she hopped down from the tall bar stool, keeping her on his arm as they walked to wait for the lift. In their ears, Tech read off the amount of data wiped every 10th percentile. 

As the lift doors opened, Crosshair’s eyes met Echo’s. One exchanged glance, and Echo paused. She could feel him bracing for impact. 

“52% data erasure,” Tech whispered. 

As the lift occupants exited, Crosshair feigned a drunken stumble, and knocked into the target as they passed Echo and y/n, clearly sober enough not to spill a single drop of his own drink. 

“Sorry,” he mumbled and walked off. 

Y/n and Echo paused, to ‘help’ the target. 

“Are you alright sir?” She asked. 

“Quite fine, thank you, my dear” the man answered. “My apologies for bumping into you two.” He turned to Echo “didn’t mean to run into you, my good man. Please accept my apologies.” 

“Consider it accepted,” Echo responded. 

“Have a good evening young lovebirds” the man chirped happily, and moseyed off. 

They stepped into the lift and the doors closed behind them. 

“65% data erasure, all large files removed, it should go significantly faster from here. I estimate a maximum of 3 more passes to complete the data erasure process.” Tech supplied. 

Echo added into the quiet of the lift they now had to themselves “Seemed like a nice guy, too bad he’s nice to the wrong people. Doesn’t seem like the type I’d have thought was selling data to our enemies.” 

“I watched him receive the package near the door,” Hunter’s voice joined the conversation. “I don’t think he knows what he’s selling nor who he’s selling it to. Seemed rather oblivious to anything but the credits transferred into his account. He’s just a middle man. A front.” 

“Well at least he’s got enough money to bail himself out when his luck runs out here shortly,” y/n added. 

The doors to the lift opened, and she and Echo exchanged places with Hunter on his way up to level 4. Continuing with the plan to have as many of them rub shoulders with the man as possible to lower the likelihood that he could point a finger at any one person, nor a group of people. 

Out in the cool air of the gardens, Echo could feel his date clinging more tightly to his arm and taking smaller, more deliberate steps. He guided her to a bench, muttering about those damn shoes. 

She laughed. “I’d complain about them myself, but it seems like you have that covered” she giggled as he knelt and gently scooped up her ankle with his scomp so he could remove the troublesome accessory. 

She was supposed to look up, to watch the exchange of places by Hunter and Crosshair and make sure they weren’t spotted by the target, but she couldn’t take her eyes off of how sweet Echo was being as he slipped her heels off, and massaged her feet a bit to loosen the knots he could feel in them. 

She sighed as he rubbed her feet, relaxing and leaning towards Echo as he shifted towards the to place the heels neatly on the bench next to her. 

He’d been half hard all night, especially with the way she’d listened to his stories so intently, asking questions that recognized each of the clones he described as real people worthy of all the same things everyone else in the galaxy took for granted. Not to mention the way she’d been playing footsie with him under the table through the whole thing. Despite having metal lower limbs, he could still tell when someone nudged his legs or tangled theirs with his. That, at least, Tech wouldn’t have been able to see from the camera angles he had access to. 

But when she sighed with relief right next to his ear! Echo could feel the heat rising along his neck. Oh, what he would give to hear her make more noises like that from his ministrations alone. 

She pressed her forehead to Echo’s temple as he sat there so sweetly continuing to massage her sore feet. Trying desperately not to pant into the comm device in his headset. 

Speaking of the comms, snippets of conversation were making their way through the two hazy minds. Hunter seemed to be idly prattling on with the target, bits of small talk about the gardens and displayed artifacts. Something about “nice comfy benches farther from the noise of the party in the eastern wing of the gardens” in Hunter’s voice filtered through the emotionally controlled fog of their brains, and they both looked towards the now-alluring eastern paths heading east, deeper into the gardens. 

She reached for her heels making to put them on again, but Echo snatched them up before she could do so. 

“Not on my watch, my Starlight. It looks to be paved with nice large, flat stones the whole way. You won’t need these anymore, if I have anything to do with it.” He offered his other arm to her, and she beamed as she allowed her hands to slip around his arm a little more sensually than she would have with any other man. 

As they walked, Hunter’s small talk with the target drew to a close, and Tech provided a status update. “92%, well done, Hunter. One momentary pass amongst the artifacts should be enough to complete the mission.” 

Upstairs, Hunter decided to bide his time. For the sake of his own cover, of course. It had nothing to do with the sexual tension he could practically feel radiating off of Echo and his date when they passed him at the elevator earlier. With his heightened senses, it was hard to miss. 

The walk to the garden benches was quiet and beautiful. The peaceful nature of the gardens felt like it deserved only the quietness of whispered voices as they strolled. Pointing out the glimpses of brilliantly colored plants lit by strings of lights that wove above and through the gardens. Vines wove patches of canopy overhead, punctuated by trees with broad leaves and arching branches. Low foliage spilled onto the edges of the large polished stone slabs they walked across. Reading off the names of plants that caught their eyes. 

Each one they read off was quickly researched by Tech, and rapidly followed by a summary of whether the plant was safe to touch and smell, and if the critters that harvested from it were dangerous or even present on this planet. By the sounds of it, many of the plants here were imported and had no natural predators here. 

As they reached the benches Hunter had spoken of, conversation became more and more sparse. They were certainly secluded. Far from prying eyes and only monitored by distant cameras. There was even soft music playing through hidden speakers. It was as if the host was aware of the handoff and had made the perfect spot for the handoff to take place. 

Well, too bad. They couldn’t use it for a handoff if it was already occupied by a preoccupied couple, now could they? 

Echo spoke up. “Since you four seem to have that last 8% or so handled from here, I think we will tune out for the night. We will keep this garden handoff site occupied for a while so it can’t be used by the opposition here. We will let you know if we run into trouble, but I don’t think anything in these gardens seems particularly dangerous. Catch you boys in the morning.” 

To keep up appearances, they had all decided to leave the ball at different times, and by different means. Echo and y/n would wait to rendezvous till the morning, just to be safe. Which meant that for the rest of the evening, they were off the hook. 

“Understood,” Tech chimed in, taking a moment to orchestrate their movements for the next few hours. “As planned, Crosshair will pick you both up from the hotel at noon tomorrow. Wrecker is on his way to the first meet up site for Crosshair now, and will return for Hunter shortly, before the expected end of the party. So, we shall see you both tomorrow.” 

Echo clicked a button on the side of his headset to turn off his comm, and saw her discreetly do the same via a button hidden in her pocket. 

Tapping his foot to the music playing, Echo stood back and watched as his date bent down to smell some flowers Tech had informed them were safe to humans. She looked beautiful and happy enjoying the scenery and luxury not usually afforded to them. 

So what if they were only here for a mission. Echo knew the importance of making the most of what life deals you, and he wasn’t about to let this moment slip away from him. He set down her shoes on a nearby bench and returned his attention to her. 

“Care to dance, my Starlight?” He asked, extending his hand in her direction. 

He enjoyed the look of delighted surprise on her face when she turnd his way. And he watched happily as she gracefully swooped across the space between them to take his hand. 

“I didn’t know they let troopers learn to dance.” She teased, hand gliding into his. Her steps so smooth, and her outfit so fluid, he felt as though she floated to him like an ethereal being. 

“Well, technically I don’t really know how, but you look so beautiful I had to try it. Just to see what all the hullabaloo was about.” He pulled her to his chest. Scomp arm settling at the small of her back, careful not to press the metal into her skin. 

“Well that’s lucky,” she giggled, “because I don’t actually know how to dance either. But I’ll gladly try anything, so long as your with me.” 

They continue to sway for a while, until the romantic setting gets to them. 

Echo’s hand cups her cheek, and slides back towards her ear. Gently, and discretely taking the earpiece from her ear, and moving it to her pocket, as his hand makes its way to her waist. 

When the kiss breaks, their foreheads meet, and he watches her hand slide down his chest, a flower she’d picked and had been toying with drops into the pocket of his suit jacket. 

His hands hold her waist. And he begins to let his hand squeeze her waist a bit and begin to slide towards her back. Finding the edge of the open patch at her back, he lets his fingers swirl patterns over the fabric and dance at the edge of the exposed skin of her back. 

She shivers and hums with delight, and Echo does everything he can to maintain appearances that he is an upstanding gentleman worthy of a lavish gala like this. If they weren’t here - oooh if they weren’t here - the things he wants to do with her. 

She can tell from the way his hand tightens around her hip that he’s right on the edge. This is one grip, she wouldn't mind leaving a mark for later. 

He swallows hard, and slowly allows his fingers to once again find the spot where the skin of her lower back peeks through. He’s delighted to find that she lets him continue exploring her like this, relaxing into him with every brush of his fingers. Her skin is so soft, and his hand shifts so that more and more of the opening at her back is covered by his hand. 

When the whole of his hand rests skin to skin, he presses her into his chest. His other arm, holding her upper back to him, gentle but confident that he wants this, and so does she. Not only is she allowing him this, the twinkle in her eyes, the way she’s panting, and the smirk on her lips is teasing him to keep going. 

He raises his eyebrows and tilts his head down a touch, as he gazes into her eyes, as if to ask if she’s still okay with this. 

She beams, and nods once, her eyes never leaving his own. 

Slowly, carefully, he allows his hand to continue around her waist, until his fingers find the other side of the opening, and begin to slip beneath it. Echo is mesmerized by the way she breathes in happily, and leans her forehead against his, her gaze still magnetized to his own. His breathing gets faster as his fingers begin to slip between the fabric and her skin. 

She hums in contentment as his fingers continue their path to get to know her. Closing her eyes, she allows her head to tilt forward and settle on his chest. 

Echo hugs her tight, finally allowing himself to enjoy the realization that she really loves him, and maybe he can allow himself the luxury of loving her up close and not just from a distance anymore. So he stands there, her form wrapped tightly in his arms, his hand still resting between her skin and the dress, squeezing tightly to reassure them both that this is real. 

He loosens his grip after a few minutes, leaning back slightly. 

She notices and leans back a bit too, a concerned expression on her face. Hoping this isn’t Echo’s nerves pulling him away from her already. But what she finds instead, wipes all worry away. 

Half lidded eyes stare back into her own. And the cool metal of his scomp rises to bring her chin up towards his own, while his eyes move to her lips, and his own part. 

She smirks, and tilts her head to one side as her own gaze moves to his lips. Closing her eyes, as their lips finally meet. 

She presses into him, and he pushes back, melting at the way her lips fit between his like they belong there. He begins to move his lips against hers, and is delighted when she complies. The pressure from her lips against his own, a welcome push into a new world for the two of them. He is all too willing to learn her rhythm, not just that of her lips, and learn to dance through life by her side. 

All too soon, the clock bells ring through the night, declaring the end of tonight’s escapade. 

Slowly, they separate, still wrapped tightly together in the cool night air. 

When he finally opens his eyes, he finds a smile lighting up her whole being. She giggles and presses a kiss to his cheek. 

“Whoops!” She laughs, looking at the spot she just kissed. “Forgot I was wearing lipstick!” 

She pulls a small container from her pocket, and extracts a makeup wipe to brush at his cheek. Still smiling brightly, she moves to wipe at his lips. 

“I wouldn’t mind wearing your mark all night if you let me, my Starlight.” He laughs back. 

He didn’t think her smile could get any brighter, but it does. 

She leans forward, pressing her cheek to his so her lips are next to his ear. “Then let’s get back to the hotel room, Love, so I can take this makeup off and kiss you all night long.” 

“Yes Ma’am!” Echo breathes, a tingling excitement running from his core to his extremities. 

“But first lemme fix my lipstick.” She shifts in his arms, but doesn’t break out of them. Pulling a small mirror from her other pocket, and using the makeup wipe to fix the edges of her own lipstick enough to be seen as acceptable in the uppity company of a gala like this. 

Echo just watches while she does, certain he’s the happiest man in the galaxy right now. Reciprocating a kiss to her cheek and making her giggle again. That’s a sound he would never tire of hearing! 

As she tucks the items in her hand back into her pockets, and puts her troublesome shoes back on, she shivers. It had gotten rather chilly, and without Echo’s body heat wrapped around her as tightly as it had been, she was beginning to succumb to the chill. 

Echo hadn’t missed the small movement, and swooped his jacket off, wrapping it around her instead. It still carried his warmth she noticed, pulling it tighter around her shoulders. 

He remained practically attached at the hip the entire way to the hotel for the night. Taking every opportunity to just look at her, the gorgeous woman at his side, wrapped in his jacket. Making silent vows to himself the whole way. All the little things he wanted to make sure they experienced side by side every chance they got. 

He kept his hand in contact with her as much as he could along the way. And she enjoyed the warmth of being tucked into his side for the entirety of the journey. 

[NOW FEATURING a part 2 that picks up at the hotel, serving up a romantic evening for our favorite ARC and his gala date!]

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[laurelslegacy]

Been out in a depression funk with losing my job and just health issues once more with both me, the Pup and the nephew. but a friend convinced me to keep writing. I have rewritten and added to a part unposted for MoonSunflower series which has a Fem!Zeb and Kallus. I kinda have fallen in love with the Character Clarazeb (kept her name, just in Female form to honor her former self think the difference between micheal and michelle) not the best writing because my brain is still under a lot of axsiety, depression and prozac which kills many pleasures.... like imagination.

The springs were clearly raw hot springs combined by the fresh spring running past, only  stones set as a wall between the two. Zeb took a breath and boldly…. Just took off her jumpsuit and walked into the water. She shifted the stones, a small grimace that Kallus caught- but she made the springs deeper, larger in a few moments. She lingered in the water, a large yawn before leaning back.

 Kallus slowly removed his clothing so he could join her in the water. It was hot and took a moment to get used to. He took a long deep breath out, the heat was welcomed in his leg’s ache, unconsciously he rubbed at the deep scar. He noticed zeb slowly standing and flexing.It wasn't the first time he had seen her nude, but there was something about the moonlight and he was ... what was this feeling? The slow meticulous movements, long stretches, arches of the joints and curve of the body. It looked nearly like a Kata of sorts but how she moved in the blue light, dark stripes and wet fur only made it look like a dance.

Zeb paused and looked to a half submerged Kallus her lip up turned to a smirk “too hot for ya Agent? I could move the rocks and get more cool water in if ya need.”

He glowered and slowly sunk deeper.  “That will be unnecessary.” stars it was glorious; Hot, comforting…easing his aching joints.

Zeb dunked her hair back, clawing a little at her fur, a light lick at the oil marks, pawing at her fur, combing, cleaning it. There was a small smile, a light laugh that caught Zeb’s attention. She looked over, midlick to Kallus. The blond hair in the moonlight looking almost exoticlly white, the light smile and soft look on his face, the moment he looked at her she felt the flutter in her stomach, her fur shivering with a blush. “What?”

“It was a long time joke, that Lasat were large Space tooka… and where I let it slide a slight thought of it as a slander. Just now, with the tongue…” his thoughts flashed inappropriately and he swallowed “you looked just like a tooka.”

Zeb splash him “Oh yeah! Just like ya humans look like hairless Ryn!”

Splashing her back Kallus slowly got out of the water just to his knees “I’ll take that as a compliment, quite clean kept and musical.”

There was a laugh from Zeb “At least the Ryn I knew didn’t turn red after a hot bath.” She half yelled and laughed when Kallus splashed at her a few more times just for good measure.

It didn't last long, Clarazeb was in front of him “About that massage….”  fangs gleamed playfully in the moon light.

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

HIIII MACKINTOSH goob morning,,, pd episode 11 update ASHE MOMENT hi. hi oh my god. everyone HAS to be obsessed with him right?? he has to be like a fandom favorite guy HES GOT A CURSED GRIMOIRE!!! awsome. awesome sick i love him.

REALLY chewing on all the dakota & william stuff this episode... what will said about his wisp form being kind of terrifying because he never knows if he'll really be able to return to his body... ohh man thats so good. kid who's soul is just kind of held in by a thread rattlin around in there... + also this ep was great re: the trivia point u mentioned last night ab dakota & will clashing morality!! bc yeah!!! wild that wiwi's hesitance to Torture People wasn't because of the Torturing People part but just bc he's afraid of himself... dakota just having to Leave partway through... aughh. vyncent also holy shit!! all of these guys are having such a bad time.

I LOVE ASHE oh my godd. such a specific type of alt kid i love him. type of guy i would befriend like a shy stray cat at orchestra camp after complimenting his red jumpsuit apparatus hoodie. also there HAS to be insane amounts of discourse re: wavelength (holy shit. mark. mark. shrieked at that. i feel like i cant call him that its too weirddddd) parenting methods?? there HAS to be people who r like well i can excuse the murders but i draw the line at homeschooling ur bound-to-a-demonic-book kid. yeah youre right he & tide r so divorced 2 me. single dad & single mom. why is he so intent on getting tide back hmm??!!

anyway... hghghbk. good episode i won't make this even longer & start talking ab the spirit world stuff (!!!???!!!?!!?!!) BUT i hope u r having a good dayyyyy <3333

FUCK YEAAAAAH IM SO EXCITED YOUVE FINALLY MET ASHE I LOVE HIM SOOOOO MUCH. I LOVE HIM SO VERYMUCH . AUAGHGHHH. ashe winters my boy forever... i KNEW u would like him i could feel it in my BONES. hell yes. love love love a grimoire guy :]

I CANT WAIT 2 SEND U THE TRIVIA FOR THIS EP i started writing it out at the beginning of my shift this morning and then had to go to like a billion meetings so you dont get it until i get home. but theres some TASTY behind the scenes characterization discussion. ohhh thays my favorite. esp irt dakota this ep :] i love him so much . i love all of them so much

ANYWAY. william ashamed of his powers mkment!!!! my boy he is made of catholic guilt. anyway. i fucking loved how he ghost shaped his spirit form for intimidation instead of actually using it. hes so smart hes so cool hes everything to me if i start thinking about william wisp for too long ill go fucking bonkers crazy.

MARK. MAAAAAAARK. DUDE IM SO FUCKING GLAD YOUVE FINALLY LEARNED HIS NAME BC IVE ALMOST CALLED HIM MARK IN UR NOTES SO MANY TIMES AND IVE HAD TO CORRECT MYSELF. wavelength who. this is my deadbeat dad best friend mark winters. HES NOT A DEADBEAT DAD. IM SORRY. ok ok ok. i cannot say much irt him rn but there IS a reason hes like this hes not just shitty for the sake of it. he does care very much hes just bad at it. uhhhhhhghdgdgdgggdgdrrrghg i love him. a lot . #1 mark winters apologist blog right here. im not even sorry. luckily..luckily i have not seen the discorse about him yet but i know its out there somewhwre. sigh.

u know whats funny. youll hear this a little bit but its mostly in the bts stuff. grizzly fucking HATES mark. and that bleeds into how he plays dakota which makes sense but its SO FUNNY in the rolleds just how much he gets mad at mark. which !!! understandable he sucks hes terrible. but im built different i love him.

AND TIIIIIIIIDE. hey. hey remember when william was interrogating mark the first time. in the holding cell. and he tried to use a ghost shaped tide at first but mark called bullshit right away because "tide's never spoken to me like that before" hey . fellas.

[elvis-fangirl87]

This is smut so if you don't like it or are under 18 please don't read. It's my 1st attempt at smut so im sorry in advance 🤣

I can't believe my luck that I'm here in Hawaii standing front row and ready to see Elvis Presley. He has been my idol since I was a child and now I'm getting ready to see him in the flesh for the 1st time. Suddenly the lights go down and the space oddesy music started to blast threw out the convention centre and I felt the hairs on my arms stand up straight. I haven't seen Elvis yet and I already felt overwhelmed. Elvis suddenly appeared and I felt all the air leave my lungs. He was so beautiful in a pure white jumpsuit adorned with crystals shaped into American eagles. I feel like I have left my body because before I know it the show is nearly finished. Elvis was singing love me tender and a lot of women were rushing towards the stage as Elvis was giving away kisses and I built up enough courage to walk towards the stage.

I honestly felt silly standing there just waiting while he made his way towards me. By the time he got to me the song was ending and Elvis looked at me and said "I'm sorry honey" I felt my heart drop and I made my way back to my seat feeling disappointed and embarrassed that I was the only girl who never got a kiss. The end of the show was here and the opening of Cant help falling love with You began to play and I was memorised by him. He was amazing and I could not stop staring at him. At the end of the song he took his cape off and threw it into the audience and I feel like it all happened in slow motion. His cape was coming straight in my direction and it hit me right in my face knocking me off my feet as it was heavy. I was praying that Elvis had never seen this as it was so embarrassing and what made the situation way worse was that some girl stole the cape from me. When I got on my feet I saw Elvis standing on the stage staring at me. I wasn't sure what I was meant to do so I just smiled at him and he nodded his head and told the crowd thank you and left the stage.

Everyone left the stadium rather quickly and I felt that even though I now have a very sore head and that I never got a kiss I still had the most amazing time.

I stood up and got myself ready to leave when I felt someone grab my arm making me jump

"I'm sorry I  made you jump" a man I didn't know said to me.

" oh it's ok"

"I'm Joe Esposito and I work for Elvis  and he would like to see you backstage"

" he wants to see me? Why?" I ask so surprised

" He wanted to see if you are ok after you got hit by his cape"

" oh no did he see that?" I ask embarrassed

" he did and he wants to see that your alright"

"oh ok" is all I can say as I feel shocked.

Joe leads me backstage and I walk into a room full of people. There are a lot of beautiful women here and I feel like I'm a square peg among circles.

I see Elvis still dressed in his jumpsuit his hair stuck to his head with sweat and surrounded by beautiful women all fighting to get his attention. I find a spot at the back of the room and I stand there hoping to blend into the background

" Hey Joe" Elvis shouts once he sees Joe walk past him

"Where is that girl I asked you to get?" he asks

" she is here. I don't know where she is hiding as she is a shy one" he says his eyes scanning the room. He suddenly spots me and then points me out to Elvis.

I see Elvis walk towards me. His walk oozed strength and confidence and sexiness and I felt my stomach flip

"Hello darling," he says when he reaches me

I look up at him and I stare at him wondering how it's even possible that he was even more beautiful close-up

"Are you ok?" he asks

" your beautiful" I blurt out feeling mortified the second I hear the words leave my mouth

"I mean hello and I'm fine" I add my face turning red from the embarrassment.

Elvis starts to laugh. His laugh is adorable his laugh does a little hitch like he's trying to catch his breath

" Why thank you for the compliment. Your very pretty yourself"

" oh gosh thank you"

"How are you feeling after I knocked you off your feet with my cape," he asked his face showing he was trying hard not to laugh.

"oh, I'm ok.  I think I'll just about live" I giggle showing Elvis that I wasn't angry or hurt and that I found the humour in the situation.

Elvis broke up laughing and I joined in.

"I'm sorry doll but all I saw was you then suddenly all I saw was your legs in the air" he laughs

"oh god I'm not graceful" I laugh covering my face with my hands.

"come with me honey," he says while taking my hand and I felt the electricity pass threw us

"where are we going?"

"Somewhere more  private"

My heart felt like it stopped.  Why does he want me alone?

We stepped into a bedroom which he used as his changing room and he closes the door behind us.

Elvis looks at me and sees that I'm nervous and shaking.

"Don't be scared little one.  I won't do anything to hurt you" he says rubbing his hands up and down my arm trying to calm me down but it had the opposite effect.

I felt like my body was fire and he was now looking at me like he wanted to devour me whole.

"I saw how disappointed you were when you didn't get a kiss from me onstage and I want to make it up to you"

Elvis is now leaning close to me and I can smell the peppermint on his breath from the chewing gum that he has in his mouth.

His lips are now on mine and they feel so soft and plump and gently he slowly begins to enter his tongue into my mouth and I let out a soft moan. He kisses me with such passion that I was melting in front of him.  When he pulled away I felt something in my mouth.  I realised that I now had Elvis chewing gum in my mouth and I giggled while I began to chew it.

I saw Elvis' eyes scan my body while he bit his bottom lip and I grew shy that the man I have loved and admired since I was a child was now admiring me.  I felt my arousal growing and the need for him was growing strong and I knew that I wanted him.

Elvis took me in his arms and was feeling my waist when I feel his hands snake round and grab hold of my bum while he released a moan.

"you know I'm strictly an ass and leg man," he said breaking the silence

"oh really?  I'm strictly an Elvis girl" I giggle making him pick me up bridal style and carry me on the bed while he lay me down gently.

Elvis was now straddling me while staring at me with such passion in his eyes.

" Will you let me love you? " he asks his voice low and husky with desire

" please love me Elvis" I whine.

That is all Elvis needed to hear as he quickly removed my dress. He began smirking when he saw that I was wearing white underwear.

"White panties mean that you're a good girl," he says approving of my underwear choice.

Elvis kissed my neck slowly and began to drag his lips across my collarbone and placed wet kisses on my stomach.  He took my legs and spread them apart and he licked his lips when he saw my panties were already wet by my desire for him.

"looks like you're ready for me baby? " he smirks

I was so overwhelmed that words have failed me and all I could do was nod my head.

Elvis ran his hands up my body and I felt Elvis's fingers brush against my vagina and I moaned at the sensation.  Elvis grabbed hold of my panties and pulled them off him in one quick swoop. Once he had thrown my panties across the room he unhooked my bra with one hand and took it off me so quickly I hardly realised that he had done it.

"wow you have done that before" I giggle

"I've had a bit of practice over the years, baby"

He now has my boob in his  right hand while his left hand is rubbing my stomach and I honestly felt like I might just explode.

He began the descent to the part of me that needed him the most.  Elvis Presley's face was between my legs and I wish it was acceptable to take pictures as I would want that image to look back on.  He looked up at me with that crooked smile of his and I couldn't take no more.

"please Elvis I need you now" I beg

Elvis smiles again and places a sloppy kiss where I wanted it most.   He got to work on running his tongue over my flaps and was sucking on me like a lollipop and I thought I was going to pass out with the pleasure he was giving me when he took his two fingers and told me to suck on them.  When Elvis felt that his fingers were wet enough he took them and began to finger me slowly, to begin with, but then faster and faster until all you could hear was my wetness and my moans.

"Elvis im going to cum" I moan so loud that I can hear the people next door start to giggle but at that moment i didn't care. Let them hear and let then know how good he is.

"cum for me baby"

Once I hear those words leave elvis's mouth my orgasm comes quickly.

"good girl" elvis tells me

To be continued 

[more-than-a-princess]

Continued from here for @ult-mechanic!

It was a rare pleasure, Sonia found, whenever she was able to explore Japan as herself. Not the Princess of Novoselic, fresh off a tour of a museum exhibit dedicated to European art (there were several Novosonian artists with works on display, including an oil painting of an ancestor from the 18th century). And not as the Ultimate Princess, her Hope's Peak uniform left newly cleaned and hung in her dormitory suite's closet.

No, with her royal obligations complete for the day and it being a weekend, Sonia had strolled into the café as herself. As casually as she could manage in a favorite dress and pair of heels, the prospect of experiencing an aesthetically-pleasing Japanese café for herself was exhilarating. She'd seen them in dramas, or on social media through video bloggers sharing the wonders of purchasing their own beautifully-mixed drink and a sweet treat to enjoy at their leisure. No private kitchens, no family patissiers (as wonderful as they were), no regimented, official meal plan (that was less-than-wonderful).

Just Sonia, a slice of strawberry roll cake, a small canelé, and...

"Lavender earl grey latte!"

"Yes, thank you!" She beamed, reaching for the white ceramic teacup and saucer the barista passed to her over the counter: frothy and fragrant, they'd added the foam in the shape of a flower before indicating for her to pay at the register with rather exaggerated hand gestures. Sonia nodded to indicate her understanding: she couldn't blame them. A different employee had taken her order and, no matter where she went as a normal person, there was a general assumption that her Japanese was poor until she opened her mouth and proved otherwise.

But it didn't matter: after the joy of paying for her treats with crisp bills and shiny coins from her own wallet, something that was still a novelty for her, she'd occupy one of the small tables by the window and finally have a taste of the pink berry cream that so many raved about online.

That is, if she got through another shade of pink first: a shockingly bright shade of pink hair, with a familiar hat, and jumpsuit, and state of panic that could only belong to Kazuichi Soda. Sonia blanched, coming to a halt a comfortable distance from his back. It hadn't been her intention to choose a place where she thought she'd run into him, if just to spare herself from another series of uncomfortable praises and compliments from her classmate. But thankfully, he seemed too preoccupied with his order than to notice the likes of her.

Something that made Sonia frown. Not his lack of attention, but his current predicament: Kazuichi seemed, from how he counted and re-counted the coins in his hand, that he was short the requisite payment for his drink. And by quite a lot, from the irritated look from the young woman behind the register. It seemed to be an honest mistake, and despite her better judgement to keep her presence unknown to him, she couldn't allow a fellow classmate to remain in peril when she could help.

That, and the growing number of customers with trays waiting to pay were about to give Kazuichi a piece of their minds.

"I shall be paying for both of these orders," Sonia set her tray down next to Kazuichi's coffee and gave the young woman on the other side of the counter her most pleasant, yet firm-lipped royal smile. The sort that, if someone were wise, they'd know better than to contradict. "Thank you for waiting. I admit my drink was a bit complex in its creation, but it does look delicious!"

Besides, she was able to hand over both a crisp 1000 yen bill and a 500 yen coin onto the plastic payment tray with both receipts. "Is everything all right, Soda-san?" She asked quietly as she received her change. "You look...rather out of sorts today."

[nadiegesabate1990]

Is Nadiege making a presence on the internet!?

She is presenting her work, selling her creations, awaiting a soundtrack competition and even revealing her favorite recipe (Nadiege, of course!)

In cyberspace, what gets me? I love shopping in the coolest stores (dying for a new sofa, but the shipping is expensive!) and checking out UFO websites.

And I'm hunting for a website that sells hair dye. I want green or red! Oh, and a lot of people ask: "Aren't you afraid of showing your belly button and those videos with a black ring?" Fear? No! I'm scared of tattoos, actually. And I don't want to get my skin dirty.

But I love my Nikes that let me walk the streets without pain. And my crochet coat is delicious. I'm young and these frills don't really appeal to me, tradition isn't my thing. Oh! But I also have a semi-transparent blouse, which could be used as a painting, thick wool dress socks and boots.

And there's a photo of me with a jumpsuit or layering, where I wear the shorter, skinny piece over everything; like, a jumpsuit over pants.

When I saw and heard excerpts about the cult of the logo and the brand, I changed sides. Those idiot artists flaunting luxury were as "out" as wearing designer clothes. I like practical pieces, I think about comfort.

We have Nadiege; Elegant and simple, my beauty is kind of pale and thin. I walked around the house barefoot, without makeup and in a t-shirt. Just like many of my colleagues. At that time, I got some "interesting" compliments, like "trash".

I think the phrase "Artists need to adapt to new times" has everything to do with it! And I, Nadiege, prove this, changing with the tides and becoming successful in my own way. I am an example of an artist who embraces new ways and trends.

[dunadaan]

Man I am so overwhelmed going through my closet. I have so many clothes I bought at the beginning of the pandemic that no longer fit. Stuff I don’t wear much anymore bc I’m not doing crew in theater and I never wear black. I pretty much only wear shorts and jeans and a few tops. White tennis shoes and cushy sandals bc retail destroyed my feet. That’s it. And I want to revamp my wardrobe bc I want to like…idk…look nice. But idk what I want!!

I really like wearing white. I like wearing bodysuits bc i don’t like the feel of my shirts riding up, and I like being able to wear shapewear. I like rompers, and apparently I like the color blue cuz it’s in a lot of my clothes. My warm months clothes are simple pieces- rompers, jumpsuits, or athletic wear. My winter ones are just long sleeved bodysuits, jeans, and tennis shoes or boots. I wear darker colors like brown and oranges and some whites.

But I also kinda like dressing kitschy. I have three plush chicken purses that I adore. I have a big strawberry bag that I also love. I have a white cardigan with strawberry’s embroidered on it, and I love gingham so I wear a red gingham shirt with that. I have a blue sweater with yellow stars on it. I love my big sunhat too. So sometimes I feel like I dress childishly but I like it sometimes.

But lately I’m like. I kinda want something nice. Not expensive but like…shows I put a little effort into it. Maybe some decent pair of pants like office pants. But with color. Light blue maybe…maybe dark brown. But also I don’t want to look like a boring beige girl. Or the kardashian style…but looking in my closet I’m like idk how to style what I have!!

I’ve got multiple white fluffy ruffle shirts (think pirates/18th century) bc I love them. I have some elegant lace ones…but almost no pants. I have a gingham pair that’s cute but I need to add a lining bc it’s SEE THROUGH. But if I buy busy, patterned pants I don’t have many tops or a coat to compliment it. Fashion is sooooo frustrating. I feel like I have nothing to wear 😭😭😭😭😭

I wanna be cute but comfy but elegant but a million other things.

[kelsywrites]

Time & Space Colliding

Chapter 1

“Oops.” The word stumbled out of her mouth as she landed looking up and seeing a man on a skateboard coming straight towards her. With no time to react, she braced herself for impact.

         Glancing up in time to see her he quickly shifted his weight causing the skateboard to skid to a stop. Their bodies collided as he rotated, catching her as they fell to the ground.

         “Shiznits…” his voice came out airy as he untangled his limbs from hers, his gaze wandering over her body, “I’m sorry…are you hurt?”

         Her response started with a giggle as she took his hand and recovered to her feet, dusting herself off, “shiznits…what year are we in? I’m quite all right, thank you.”

         “Glad you’re okay, I’m usually a lot more careful around here with all the foot traffic.”

         “Where exactly are we? I was trying to make it to 12th and Rowe…”

         His right eyebrow curved up at her remark, his eyes taking in her twisted dark auburn side braid and her ocean jasper eyes. Something about her caught him off guard, maybe it was the olive-green jumpsuit she wore, the way she talked, or the way she seemed to come out of nowhere. “It’s actually a few blocks that way…” He paused and pointed across the street, “Three blocks that way then one block left…you’ll cross over the train tracks and go one more block before taking a left.”

         “Thank you,” she smiled and looked over her shoulder in the direction he gestured.

         “I’m Terrence…Terry…my friends call me TJ.”

         She glanced back at him and noticed his extended hand. “Deni…CJ..."

         His brows furrowed together as a quirky smile broke across his face, lighting up his dark brown eyes. “Let me walk you…that side of town isn’t the safest…I’m assuming you’re not from around here Deni…CJ?”

         “Just popped in for a quick trip. And you don’t have to I’m sure I’ll be all right.”

         “I insist,” he started walking carrying his skateboard in his left hand, Deni following slightly behind on his right.

         “I like your jumpsuit…it’s different.”

         “This old thing…” She twisted as she tugged at the zipper and pulled the sleeves off, tying them around her waist, revealing a dark grey tank. “Didn’t realize it was going to be so hot here.”

         The more she spoke the more he found himself enamored with her.

         “I like your flannel,” Deni said giving him the one over. He wore a white shirt, blue jeans, and had a grey-blue flannel wrapped around his hips. TJ gave her nostalgic 90s vibes and made her question what era they were in.

         “Thanks…it was my dad’s.”

         Her eyes searched his momentarily, “Was? As in he passed?”

         TJ nodded.

         “Sorry for your loss.”

         “What about your parents?”

         Instead of answering she gave a nonchalant shrug as they crossed over the second block nearing the train tracks.

         “You’re not much for talking about yourself?

         “There’s not much to say about me…”

         “Got nothing? Not even where you’re from? What you do? Favorite color?”

         “Purple.” Smiling she glanced from him to the sidewalk, “what about you?”

         “Not to sound super corny but your eyes are very unique…Swear I’m not hitting on you…maybe I am.” His laugh was carefree, “No just haven’t seen eyes that color before…reminds me of this jasper ring my grandma had. Beautiful green and blue, like the ocean.”

         Deni found herself blushing, “That’s quite the compliment. What were you listening to?” She glanced back up at him.

         “Here,” he pulled the headphones from around his neck and handed them to her as he hit play.

         Immediately the music started playing and she couldn’t resist the way it made her want to sway. As the lyrics started, she found herself walking and twirling to the rhythm. “We get it almost every night. And when that ol’ moon gets big and bright it’s a supernatural delight. Everybody was dancing in the moonlight…”

         TJ found himself grinning uncontrollably watching her feel and enjoy the music. It seemed to free and loosen her. When the song came to an end, she turned to him beaming, her eyes shimmering.

         “Thank you. I haven’t heard that one before I really rather enjoyed it.”

         Laughing he took his headphones back peeling his eyes from hers, trying hard not to get lost in them, “Well she likes music…Do you have a favorite song or artist?”

         Deni was walking slightly ahead of him now and he watched as her shoulders shrugged again. After a moment she glanced back at him pausing to let him match her pace.

         “I enjoy experiencing new things.” She glanced around their surrounding and stopped in front of what looked to be an old pawn shop.  The store itself had black paper over the windows and looked dim inside. “Here we are. I appreciate you escorting me, I very much enjoyed your company TJ.”

         He bit his lip momentarily thinking and gathering up his courage. “Deni it was very nice to meet you.” Pausing he shook his head slightly, his eyes never wavering from hers, “You’re someone I’d like to get to know more.”

         The genuine smile that spread across her face and lit up her eyes seemed to warm the space between them. “I’d like that…” she pulled her gaze away and glanced at her off-brand grey sneakers as she bounced on her heels. “But I’m not here long, I’ll be leaving soon after this stop.”

         “I figured…what are you doing in there anyway…Seems sketch?”

         “You ask a lot of questions.” At that, she turned and walked inside. The glass door made a thud as it shut behind her.

         Her sudden disappearance left him stunned and he stared after her, the warmth of her presence gone with her leaving a chill over him. TJ shook his head in disbelief wondering if all that had just transpired had really happened, something about it felt more like a daydream than reality. After a few moments, he finally forced himself to turn and head back.

         Two steps and a bang erupted from behind him, it sounded like gunfire but different. His heartbeat thudded in his ears as he stepped back towards the shop knowing for sure it had come from inside. There was a sudden bright flash from inside the door and then darkness. Instinct rather than logic had him pulling the door open and crouching through glancing around for Deni.  Seeing no immediate threat to himself and no sign of Deni he quickly looked around the clearly vacant and ancient shop. Empty counters separated him from the back of the shop. Old newspapers and trash littered the floor, dust caked the walls and counters, and danced through the little daylight that trickled in.

TJ quickly searched around for the girl that had moments before seemed to touch his world and then vanish. Was it just a dream? Rounding one of the counters he found her laying across the floor clutching her side and struggling to breathe. Her eyes clenched shut in apparent pain.

“Deni,” he whispered urgently dropping to her side.

Her eyes flung open, and worry filled them, “You’re not supposed to be here…what are you doing here?”

“I heard something and was concerned you were in trouble. Shit…you’re bleeding.” His brow furrowed together; his eyes darkened with emotion.

“You need to go.”

He ignored her as he whipped off his flannel and pressed it against her gaping wound.

“Terr…no…” her voice caught in between her jagged breaths, “Your flannel.”

“Shhh. Come on. My sis works at a clinic not far from here.”

At first, she went to protest but his serious gaze and her weakened state caused her to give in.  He quickly picked her up, his arms cradling her tightly against him, as he hurried back out the door and to his right up the street.

Busting through the clinic doors, Deni was unconscious but breathing, TJ breathing heavily fought to find his voice as Edith glanced up from the desk.      

“Mira…”

Edith was already up and moving towards the doors to the exam area, “Bed 3 is empty. I’ll grab Mira.”

By the time he had laid her down on the gurney, Mira had rounded the corner. “TJ what’s…” Seeing the dire situation she zipped her lip as she quickly assessed the girl’s condition. Edith helped to get vitals on the girl as Mira addressed the wound, “What happened TJ?”

“I have no clue sounded like a gunshot but doesn’t look like a GSW.”

“Haven’t seen anything like this. Thankfully it looks like even though the wound is deep there is no serious damage.” Mira stitched the wound, “Edith I want whatever tests we can run.” She glanced at the girl’s vitals once more, “She seems to be rebounding quickly so…” she paused glancing back around, “Tj…” her hands reached for the blood-soaked flannel. “You did good…she could have lost a lot more blood…I’ll see if Patty can get the blood out of this for you.” Her voice was soft as she glanced up at him. “Who is she?”

“Her name’s Deni…CJ. I don’t know just met her today. She asked for directions and then…I don’t know what happened.”          “What do you know?”

He found himself shrugging as he glanced over at Deni and then back to his sister, “I think she’s alone…”

Mira’s eyes softened and she nodded knowingly. “You can stay with her. We will run these tests and monitor her vitals. I can’t keep her overnight…you know…but once I’m sure she’s stable you can take her to Stanley’s for the night. I’ll be there tonight so I can keep an eye on her.”

“Thank you, Mira.”

Hours ticked by as Terrence watched over Deni anxiously. His sister and Edith kept an eye on vitals and ran tests. When she finally stirred, he jumped to her side grabbing hold of her hand without thinking. Her eyes struggled to open and adjust to the lights.

“Terrence?” her magical eyes seemed somewhat dimmer than he remembered as she blinked at him.

“You’re safe. Mira, my sister took care of you. You should be good to go soon.”

He watched her eyes search the room and then land on his hand clasped around hers. TJ went to pull away suddenly, feeling like he had crossed a line. Her grip tightened on his, and he glanced from her hand back to her eyes. They were closed. He watched her swallow and struggle to form words.

“TJ…I’m scared.”

In response, he squeezed her hand. “I’m right here, Deni…you can rest. I’ll be here.”

She nodded slightly, gently squeezing his hand in gratitude. He watched as her breathing evened out and became soft as she fell asleep again.

Mira cleared her throat from behind him and he turned around. Something about the way she looked at him made him uncomfortable, then she motioned for him to step outside the room.

Nearing her she spoke softly, “she’s healing quickly…she should be good to go soon. Her blood results have left me with more questions than answers though…” her eyes danced from his to the girl laying there. “And the way she’s healed.”

“What do you mean?”

Mira shook her head softly and her eyes seemed distant, “I’m not sure…doesn’t really make sense…I’ll give her some more time to rest and call Stanley to come to pick you two up. I’ll discharge her in an hour or so.” There was a long pause before Mira turned then stopped again and looked over her brother, “Be careful TJ…I know you and I resonate with people that are on their own…but you need to be careful.” She chewed on her lip as she held his gaze pleadingly.

“I know and I am Mira…I promise.”

[loudlyunladylike]

respectfully went with none of y'all's ideas but that's ok

what does one wear to an anti jubilee picnic

[mypoisonedvine]

𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫 || dark!Bucky Barnes & dark!Steve Rogers x reader

summary: a little fresh air never hurt anyone, right?

word count: 10.3k (yes, OVER TEN THOUSAND WORDS OF FILTH what is wrong with me)

warnings: noncon smut (incl. anal, oral m and f receiving, dp, and spitroasting), bondage/restraint (and a gag), some mild violence, lots of slapping, pussy spanking, forced orgasms, degradation/derogatory language, kinda kidnapping, a touch of stockholm syndrome?, very brief breeding kink, period-typical sexism (this is set in the late 60s but you wouldn't really be able to tell aside from that and the lack of technology)

a/n: the song that plays on the radio, and the song that just so happens to be the title of the fic, is by john lee hooker in case anyone wants the proverbial vibes

You needed a chance to clear your head every once in a while, that's what camping in the woods was for.  It was the perfect time of year for it, too; the leaves were changing, the woodland animals were beginning to prepare for hibernation, and the weather was almost warm with a refreshing breeze that promised to bring the winter chill soon enough.

It was far from your first time in these woods, you knew the drive like the back of your hand by now, just as well as you knew how to hike down to the best places to set up camp.  

You set down your pack and took in a deep breath of the crisp autumn air.  No sounds except for the wind in the trees, the trickle of the creek, and your own thoughts which you found pleasantly blank.  You'd chosen a spot by the creek, where you could spearfish on evenings that you felt especially adventurous, with a nice dirt patch perfect for a fire.  The most dangerous thing about camping in the fall was that the dry leaves could catch flame so easily, so one of the key stages of setting up camp was raking away any foliage from your firepit, lest it become unintentional kindling.

The next order of business was finding a few dozen smooth stones to surround the fire, along with some logs and sticks to burn.  

A knife and flint was just enough to speed up your firebuilding so that you had something solid going by nightfall, shedding your jacket to better feel the warmth as the flames grew and the sun set.

Sure, the woods could feel a little… creepy, at night, for lack of a better word, but it was more tranquil than anything.  Most of the wildlife that was so active during the day stilled and silenced, bar the occasional owl’s hoot, so the loudest sounds were the crackling of your fire and the ever-present trickle of the creek.  You heated your kettle for a cup of chamomile tea, something to help you get to sleep on the admittedly uncomfortable sleeping bag in your canvas tent.

The mug warmed your fingers as you filled and held it, and the steam warmed your face as you took a sip; but the contents warmed your chest, and your soul, as you contemplated the flavors; is it possible that tea tastes better when enjoyed in the quiet woods, mid-autumn?

You were already yawning by the time the mug was finished, so you set it aside and crawled into your tent, shedding the excessive layers and slipping between the fluffy down-stuffed layers of your bedroll.  It was chilly at first but you knew your body heat would make it toasty all too soon, so you ignored the way you shivered as you fluffed your pillow and laid it under your head.

It was dark with only the fading light of your fire seeping in through the thick-weave canvas; and it was quiet, being the middle of the forest and all.  One sound you didn’t expect were distant sirens, barely audible, which made you wonder if something had happened, but you couldn't know what so you didn't pay it much mind as you drifted to sleep.

The next morning came early, of course; as early as the sun rose, warm sunlight flooding through the canvas of your tent.

You enjoyed staying in the bed for a while, not so much because it was very comfortable (it wasn’t) but just because you wanted to relish having no need to get up yet.  No job, no cleaning, no chores… though you were pretty hungry so that inspired you to get up and see about breakfast.

Slipping on a few more layers to protect yourself from the morning breeze, you opened your tent and stepped out into the woods, finding your fire had been reduced to a pile of embers meaning that you would need to find more wood to get it going for breakfast-cooking purposes.  And that’s what you were about to do when you heard a snapping of twigs echo through the woods, making you glance up to the source of the noise.

Your back straightened instantly at the sight of two men, one with short blonde hair and the other’s dark and nearly to his shoulders, walking down the hill nearby just across the creek.  They were still pretty distant, and yet they were much too close for comfort; close enough to see that these were not men one would want to encounter while alone in the woods.

They had new clothes— baggy and loose, almost certainly stolen— but it wasn’t enough to hide where they must’ve come from.  They might as well have still been in jumpsuits with numbers on their chests.

The prison, just over five miles away.  Had they really hiked this far?  You kicked yourself now for ignoring the sirens last night.

You froze as they turned and caught your gaze, the three of you locked in a stare for a brief moment before one of them took a step forward: that was all the cause you needed to run like hell, turning on your heel and starting so fast you nearly slipped on the leaves beneath you.  You heard them call out, chasing after you, but you focused on staring ahead and trying to remember the path back home, or at least to the road where someone might drive by to help you.

A root nearly caught your foot but you kept running, hating that you could hear them gaining on you since it didn’t actually seem to help you run any faster.  You looked back and saw them much too close for comfort, but when you looked back ahead it was too late to avoid the tree right in front of you; you swerved but it still made you slip and almost fall.

But you didn’t fall.  Someone caught you, and grabbed you, and pulled you into his oppressive form.

His arms held you painfully tight as his hand covered your mouth.  "Gotcha," the man growled against your ear, licking the shell of it as you struggled against his grip.  

Everything everyone had told you about why a lady shouldn’t camp alone in the woods suddenly flashed in your mind, your eyes squinting shut as you wished you had listened.  All you could do now was kick wildly, swinging your legs in the air which didn't even do anything.

"Pretty little thing, aren't ya?” he purred as you saw the second man come into view— the blonde one, so you knew it was the one with long, dark hair that must’ve been holding you, giving you such a twisted compliment.  “Just beggin' to be fucked right."

"Don't look so scared, sweetheart, we're not gonna hurt you…” the blonde man explained, “just play nice and we will too."

"Speak for yourself, Rogers," the man holding you snarled.  "Been a long time since I got to feel a pussy, I wanna tear this little bitch up."

You sobbed and writhed as the one apparently called Rogers hushed you soothingly, trying to calm you.  "Hey, just do what we say and it won't hurt alright?  Just take it easy."

He stepped closer, reaching out towards you while you grunted and whined with every kick, smiling in a way that would’ve been soothing in nearly any other situation.  He motioned to his partner who slowly lowered his hand from your mouth, and though your instinct was to scream you just heard yourself panting and whimpering instead.

“Did you hear me?  We’re not gonna hurt you.  We haven’t even introduced ourselves yet… I’m Steve, and this here is my cellmate— uh, friend— Barnes.”

“But you can call me Bucky, dollface,” the man behind you added with a little smile that you could hear and feel with him pressing up so close to your face.

“See, he and I just came from an awful, terrible place—”

“I know where you came from,” you cut him off with a snarl.  “You’re criminals!  You’re scum!”

Bucky just laughed and held you tighter until your arms started to ache from struggling against him.  

“Hey now, you don’t know what you’re talking about,” Steve corrected firmly— not angry, but stern.  “I was framed, I served seven years for something I didn’t do.  You’re innocent, too, right Barnes?”

“No,” he instantly answered, making Steve look disappointed.  “Oh, uh, sure.  Yeah, I was framed.  Real sob story,” he suddenly decided, not sounding like he was trying that hard to convince you.

“Point is, we were all alone for a long, long time, and we thought maybe you’d wanna be nice and take care of us, huh?” Steve offered.

“Fuck you,” you hissed.

“That’s sort of the idea,” Bucky whispered playfully.

“Let me go,” you demanded as Steve’s eyes widened and his nostrils flared, anger finally coming out when he suddenly grabbed your chin and held your face to look up at him.

“Let me make one thing very fucking clear,” he explained, nearly whispering so you were forced to stay still and quiet to hear him.  “You don’t get to pick what you want.  But you get to pick if you’re gonna make this easy, or difficult.”

You spat in his face; he slapped you for that, so hard that your ears rang for a moment while he grimaced and wiped his face with his sleeve.

“Difficult it is,” he announced with ill-restrained loathing, coming even closer as Bucky covered your mouth again to muffle your screams of protest.  “Buck, I’m goin’ first.”

“Fuck you, pal, I was in longer and I saw her first,” Bucky replied frustratedly.  “I’m not gonna take long anyway, you can go after me.”

“I just got spit in my face!” Steve reminded him.  “And the breakout was my idea!”

“Your idea?!” Bucky repeated incredulously.  “What, you think you’re the first guy to think ‘hey, what if we just left prison?’ because trust me, if it wasn’t for my screwdriver—”

Their argument caused Bucky’s focus to slip, that must have been why the hand on your mouth loosened and you could speak again.

"You won't get away with this, my father's a sheriff!" you yelped, interrupting their negotiation.

They both laughed darkly and you instantly regretted saying it.

"Oh, sweetheart, your old man's a cop?  That's too bad,” Steve sighed.  “You know what they say: sins of the father…"

"Fuck the daughter,” Bucky finished with a cold, hollow laugh as he suddenly bit down on your ear making you wince and shudder, tears streaming down your cheeks already.

He tossed you down and pinned you to the ground, his strong, heavy body on top of yours knocking the wind out of you as he began to tear at your clothes and, annoyingly, not seeming to find them much trouble at all.  You whimpered when you felt your pants torn down your legs, hating how exposed and vulnerable you felt, hating the undeniable fact that you couldn’t stop this.

You tried to get up when he reached down to open his belt and jeans, but Steve’s boot came down on your shoulder and held you still again.  Bucky was rushed and brutal as he pushed his pants down and pressed his cock against your ass, guiding it between your legs as you hissed and tried not to think about what was about to happen.

He pulled back briefly to spit on your hole, spreading the forced wetness with the head of his cock before suddenly pushing into you as you gasped and choked on a sob.

"Oh, that's it baby,” he groaned, “scream if you want, nobody can hear you but us."

Already he was thrusting with wild abandon, his hips slapping into your ass as his hot breath came down against your ear and neck, his face pressing yours into the cold ground.

"Fuuuuuck,” he moaned lowly, “so tight, Jesus Christ… fuckin' missed this, went almost ten years without burying my cock in a wet little cunt like this.  Shit, it's even better than I remember."

You just cried and bit down on nothing, pain making violent shivers run up your spine as the width of him split you open, pushing deeper than you’d known anything could go.

Each thrust seemed somehow rougher and deeper than the last, pushing you further past your limits, making your toes curl inside your boots.  He was unabashedly using your body, treating you with less care than some men might a blow-up doll, moaning loudly as he split you open with every moment.

So why did it almost begin to feel good, now that the worst of the pain had faded?  Why was the ridge of his cock brushing over your g-spot just right each time he moved?

He pinned more of his weight on you as he changed his angle slightly, enough to add just that much more brutality to every stroke, the loud slapping of skin echoing through the desolate trees.  You could tell he wasn’t lying about how long he’d been celibate in prison, because he fucked you with every ounce of pent-up frustration, hissing through his teeth and holding you tight enough to bruise.

Everything he did, he did enough to bruise.

“Yeah, take it, bitch,” he moaned when you made a particularly pained noise.

“I thought you said you weren’t gonna take long,” Steve remembered, staring down at the two of you from where he was leaning against a tree with his arms crossed.  

“I’m almost done, you waited this long you can wait five more minutes,” Bucky dismissed, voice a little strained as he kept fucking you.

“Just stop and give me a turn and then you can get back to it,” Steve suggested.

“Nah, no fuckin’ way,” Bucky laughed, “feels way too good to stop.  Trust me, Stevie, this pussy’s worth the wait.”

“Get her on her knees then,” Steve instructed as he came closer to you and kneeled in front of your face; Bucky manhandled your hips into place while Steve pulled your hair until you yelped and brought your head up.  “I wanna fuck this pretty little throat.”

He cut off your protests with another hard slap to your cheek, tugging your hair again as you struggled to hold yourself up on shaking arms.

“Gonna teach this mouthy bitch a lesson,” he explained as he hit you again before using one hand to open his belt and jeans.  “You know what’s gonna happen if you try to bite me, right?  I’ll just knock you out and fuck your throat anyways.  So you’d better make it good if you wanna breathe.”

You tried your best to nod with his fist tugging your hair, gasping slightly when he pulled his cock out and stroked it right in front of your face.  

“Come on, baby, open up— this is the most you’ve kept your mouth shut all day,” he laughed, tapping the swollen head of his cock on your lips until you finally opened them.  The flavor of his skin on your tongue made your lips curl in disgust but he held your jaw and pushed deeper, quickly hitting the back of your throat.  “Fuck, so warm… come on, suck it, make it good for me.”

“She’s gettin’ wet,” Bucky informed Steve with a chuckle.  “She likes it— don’t you, little whore?” he prompted as he slapped your ass suddenly, making you cry out around Steve’s length.  “You like choking on a cock like you deserve?”

You made some sort of gurgling sound, and apparently they took it as a ‘yes.’

"Aw yeah, fuck, gonna fill up this little cunt,” Bucky promised.  Funny thing is, you weren't sure if "this little cunt" meant your hole, or you.

“You’d better not, m’supposed to go after you,” Steve reminded him.

“Fuck, I dunno if I have the heart to pull out,” Bucky admitted with a laugh, slapping you on the ass to make your walls suddenly clench around him.  “I know a sweet body like this just needs to be bred.”

Your sob was louder around where Steve’s girth stretched your lips, making Bucky laugh darkly.

"Oh shit honey, what would Daddy Sherriff say if he found out you got knocked up by a couple'a criminals, huh?  By murderers?"

Steve pulled his cock out just enough to let you sob weakly before shoving back in and penetrating your throat.

"Yeah, you like it don't you?” Bucky continued to taunt you.  “You like being bred by some strangers who caught you in the woods… dirty bitch."

Steve's head fell back as he started to thrust into your mouth faster and harder, the base of his cock flexing against your tongue.  You assumed it was a sign that he was close and it made you hopeful that this would be over soon, but he suddenly pulled out with an exhausted laugh.

"Oh no you don't," he breathed, "not gonna come yet, still need to feel that tight little pussy of yours… if Bucky would hurry the fuck up."

"Fuck, I'm close, I'm close," Bucky rasped.  "Shit, babydoll, this wet cunt is gonna make me come, aren't you so proud?"

Steve held your mouth open and rubbed his cock on your tongue, occasionally shoving two fingers in with it which were salty with his sweat. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuck," Bucky hissed, "oh god, fuck, I'm—!"

He pulled out suddenly, rubbing his cock against your clit as his seed shot onto the ground beneath you.  You sighed with relief although you hated the way your body was actually disappointed, craving more and clenching around nothing in protest.

Bucky was hardly even finished when Steve reached under your arms to pull you up and flip you onto your back, groaning as he settled between your legs and rubbed his cock over your folds.  He didn't waste any time pushing into you, and apparently being fucked by Bucky wasn't enough to warm you up for Steve because you hissed at the sting as he filled you.

"Fuck," Steve mumbled as he grabbed your wrists and pinned them down beside your head.  Already he had begun to pull back only to spear into you again, reaching deeper inside you than Bucky had until you were gasping and choking on nothing.

Bucky stood up and stepped back, pulling his jeans up as he watched you two on the ground.

"You got any cigarettes back at camp, sweetheart?" Bucky asked you, and it was hard to focus on his question but you shook your head.  "Damn," he breathed, pondering for a moment before coming up with his next question.  "You got any candy bars?"

"Do you mind?" Steve hissed, still thrusting into you— a bit slower than Bucky but not exactly more gentle.  "We're kind of busy here."

"No, I don't particularly mind," Bucky smirked.

"Can't you just entertain yourself for a few minutes while I finish this?"

"Why should I entertain myself when I've got this pretty little thing to entertain me?" Bucky smirked, kneeling down beside you as Steve buried his face in the crook of your neck.  "Wanna help me out here, dollface?  I'm still hard…"

He freed one hand from Steve's grip and brought it up to the front of his jeans so you could feel the hard bulge there.  He opened them for you, reaching in and pulling his hard cock out to wrap your hand around it.

Feeling the thickness of it in your palm now, you couldn't imagine how it ever fit inside you.

"Yeah, that's it, I'll teach you how to stroke it right…" he groaned.  "You know how many times I had to do this to myself, just imagining claiming a little slut like you?  Your hands are so much softer, sweetheart…"

His hand tightened around yours and guided every movement, which was good because you had no chance of focusing on anything while Steve was slamming into you and moaning right by your ear.

"So wet," he whispered to you, "so warm.  All mine…"

You felt your insides grip him harder and he smiled, lips tickling your sensitive skin.

"Yeah, you like bein' mine.  You like being owned, I can feel it.  I can feel that this is exactly what you needed.  Is that what you were hoping for when you came out to these woods all by yourself?  That a big strong man would show up and stretch out this pussy?  Well I'm here now, angel, and I'm just about ready to fill you up real good."

A few more thrusts, faster and harder than ever, were enough to send Steve over the edge as you felt each pulse warm you from the inside out.  Steve groaned loudly and buried himself as deep as he could possibly go, painting his come right onto your cervix while you gasped at the sensation.

Bucky stopped moving your hand and looked down at Steve.  "Are you fucking serious— did you just come inside?"

Steve took a moment to catch his breath before answering: "duh."

"How come you get to come inside but I don't, huh?"

"Cause I went second!"

"Yeah, that's some bullshit," Bucky scoffed.

"Will you just leave now, please?" you whimpered weakly from the ground.  "You got what you wanted, now just go."

"Oh, sweetheart, we are nowhere near done with you," Steve promised, sighing as he pulled out of you slowly.

You wanted to try to get up, but your limbs were weak and numb, and your head heavy with confusion.  It made it easy for Bucky to scoop you up and carry you back the way you'd run, your tent quickly coming into view which made you realize how pitifully short your chase had been.

“Looks big enough for the three of us,” Steve noted as he tilted his head to look at your camp.

“We’re not going in yet, I think somebody needs a little creek bath first,” Bucky smiled as he started to set you down on your shaky legs.  “Go ahead and strip, doll.”

You shivered, considering resistance but deciding it wasn’t worth the trouble as you started to peel off your shirt and jacket, then your boots and slightly torn leggings.

They both smiled and watched you, Bucky snorted a little when he saw how hard your nipples were.  “It’s chilly,” you defended meekly.

“Sure it is,” he nodded, “don’t stop, get in the water when you’re done.”

You nodded slightly as you tossed the clothes aside, trying to cover yourself with your arms as you slowly walked into the stony creek, wishing the water weren’t so clear so it would cover you better.

You made a weak attempt to clean yourself, watching goosebumps cover your skin from the cool water.

"Wash yourself up good,” Bucky instructed firmly.  “I don't want any of Rogers' jizz still in you when I take that pussy again."

With a grimace, you washed between your legs and winced when your touch reawakened the sting of soreness there.

“You’re gonna have to push it out, honey, it’s real deep,” Steve grinned pridefully.

You did your best to clean up, not for Bucky’s benefit but for your own, because you hated how it felt to have Steve’s spend still within you.

“How am I supposed to dry off?” you asked nervously as you looked around, knowing you hadn’t brought a towel as you hadn’t really planned on a full creek bath during your trip.  You hadn’t planned on any of this during your trip, shockingly enough.

“You can drip dry,” Steve suggested.

“So you want me to stand naked in the cold for an hour while I dry?” you realized, irritated but still scared.

“Something like that,” Bucky confirmed.  “Unless you want us to keep you warm…”

“I’ll freeze,” you decided, stepping out of the water as Bucky snatched your clothes away to make sure you couldn’t dress.  “Gimme those!”

“Come and get ‘em,” he challenged, leaving you to huff and cross your arms, teeth chattering as the wind picked up.

You couldn’t imagine why they cared so much about testing your will when they’d already proven that they could take you however they wanted.  Perhaps it was just that they wanted to know you’d accepted that.  Better yet, they probably hoped you would participate willingly if you understood that you never had a choice.

Closing your eyes didn’t help, you could still feel their hungry gaze on you; rubbing yourself with your hands didn’t help because it just spread the cold water around on your skin, rather than actually warming you up.

It was probably less than a minute but it felt like half an hour before you relented, walking up to Bucky and looking down to avoid his stare as you meekly requested, “can I have my clothes, please?”

“But I can think of so many better ways to keep you warm,” he whispered as he wrapped his arms around you, Steve moving behind you to press his chest against your back.  You sighed with relief because even this was already making you feel better,  the warmth of their bodies taking out some of the chill while their size blocked you from the wind.  You mewled, ever so quietly, when you felt Bucky’s lips on your neck, your eyes falling shut as your head fell back onto Steve’s chest.  

They showered you in gentle touches and teasing kisses as they picked you up and carried you into your tent, the small space beginning to warm quickly with the heat of three people inside— or was it just you that was getting hot from what they were doing to you.

Steve was groping your tits and pinching your hardened nipples, while Bucky focused most on sucking your neck or biting just beneath your ear.  It was overwhelming, and impossible to ignore though you wanted so desperately not to be aroused.  There were only four hands exploring your body but it might as well have been a hundred because you couldn’t tell the difference, they were touching you everywhere all at once.

"Now, are you gonna behave or do we need to tie you up?" Steve asked quietly.

You shook your head wildly, tensing up just imagining that.  "Then say it," he instructed.

"I-I'll be good," you promised weakly.

Bucky grinned and slid his hand up your thigh, and though you didn’t mean to, when Bucky reached between your legs you tried to shut them and squirm away, it was instinct.

"Ah ah ah," Steve tutted.  "You said you'd be good."

"Think we oughta tie her up," Bucky nodded, feigning disappointment.

"No, please, I'm sorry—"

"Too late for sorry, dollface," Bucky smirked, grabbing a shirt from your pack and tearing it into strips like it was no effort at all.  

Steve held your wrists together for Bucky to tie, and they even tied your legs up bent and spread wide, finishing it off with a gag in your mouth.

Now you were helpless to Bucky pinching your clit, circling it with his thick and calloused finger, applying pressure to it until your eyes watered.  At first it was exploratory, delicate, but once he’d found the most sensitive places he began to rub your clit hard and fast, laughing every time you moaned and flicking the sensitive bud to make your body jolt.

"Yeah, this little cunt's getting all wet, y'like having your pussy played with?" he smirked.

He accentuated his question with a few sudden spanks to your clit that made you jerk and yelp.  The worst thing was that each slap made a wet sound that made you sure you were soaking by now.

“I know you want it so bad, don’t worry doll, I’m not gonna make you wait anymore…”

He caged you in and opened his jeans one more time, the process going much more quickly since he didn’t have to hold you down— you could squirm and cry, but that was about it.  

With a little grunt, he pushed into you, and with how wet you were it actually went it much more easily.  It was by no means painless though, especially since he was already moving and giving you no time to adjust.

"Yeah, that's better," he sighed, grinning as he watched you whine into the gag.  "Now I can really take my time with you, show you how good I can make you feel."

He was certainly more relaxed than the first time, his pace measured and calculated as he made sure his hips met with yours fully at the end of each stroke.  His width wasn’t as challenging in this position but his length certainly was, bumping into your sore and delicate cervix until you were forced to bite down onto the gag to cope.

But, in spite of the pain, or perhaps because of it, something deep and strong was forming inside you, tightening and twisting until it took all your effort not to let it spill forth.

He reached down and roughly rubbed your clit again, forcing a muffled scream from your throat as he grinned down at you.  “Close already, huh?  Good to know I haven’t lost my touch after all these years.”

You almost heard Steve scoff beside you, but it was hard to hear anything when your ears felt like they were full of cotton, only your own echoing heartbeat ringing louder than anything else.

"Yeah, I wanna feel you fuckin' come,” Bucky growled.  “Bet you get even tighter every time."

As much as you wished not to, you fell over the edge, back arching until your chest bumped into Bucky’s where he hovered above you.  He coaxed you along in his words and movements, your walls clenching in a nonsensical rhythm.  More than anything you just wished he would stop moving so you could catch your breath, but his pace never faltered and it felt like you’d never stop coming if he never stopped fucking you.

“That’s it, good fucking girl,” he groaned, “makin’ you feel so good, aren’t I?  Answer me.”

You hesitated, and sniffled, but finally nodded.

Even worse, your clit was so swollen now that he didn’t even need to rub it with his thumb anymore; his cock rubbed against it with each movement, the ridges of his shaft massaging you there until it felt like every part of your body had become the most sensitive place possible.  You shook violently beneath him, each wave of pleasure stronger than the last until you felt like you had lost all sense of time, and space, and really anything that wasn’t being fucked in this tent like the fate of the world depended on it.

"Get outta the tent, Steve,” Bucky instructed suddenly.

"Why?" Steve protested with a scoff.

"I can't come with you starin' at me!"

"I'm not looking at you, dumbass,” he sneered, “I'm lookin’ at her.  So pretty when she cries…"

"Whatever, either way, just go outside please?" 

Clearly irritated but relenting anyways, Steve grunted under his breath as he got up, stepping unceremoniously over both of you.  Bucky sighed with relief when Steve zipped the tent flap shut behind him, turning his attention back to you.  “That’s better, isn’t it?  Just me and you… way it oughta be.”

“I heard that!” Steve called from outside.

“Then stop listening!” Bucky suggested through his teeth before leaning down to whisper in your ear, holding your hips tight so he could fuck you harder than ever.  "I don't give a fuck what he says, I'm coming in you this time.  Not pulling out until I know every drop is in you, wanna see this pussy stuffed to the brim with my come… you want it too, huh?”

Another electrifying pulse inside you made your channel flutter around him, and how cruel that the moan he made actually turned you on more.

"Fuck, that's it, squeeze my fuckin' dick, honey.  Wanna milk all the come outta my cock, don't you?"

You nodded again, hearing him moan in that perfect way one more time before you started to feel him pulse and swell within you, streams of hot come pouring into you.  The amount was pretty impressive since he’d already come once, although you didn’t exactly feel ‘impressed,’ so much as horrified and confused.  And numb, from coming so many times.

Bucky smiled down at you with an exhausted sigh, smacking you lightly on the face a few times to try to rouse you from your blissed-out state, but all you could do was hum sleepily into the gag.

“M’gonna untie you now, you’re too out of it to try anything,” he explained, releasing the gag first before working on your wrists and your legs.  A rush of warm come oozed out of your abused hole when he pulled back, making your face heat up as he smiled and held your legs up to see it better.  “Yeah, filled you up real nice,” he informed you.  He gave a reassuring pat to your thigh before getting up and getting out of the tent, leaving you to stare blankly into nothingness for a while.

Eventually, you knew you had to face the world again, though you were more sure than ever that you weren’t prepared for it.  Grabbing a blanket from the floor of the tent and covering yourself with it, you took a slow breath to try to stabilize yourself.

For how slow time seemed to have passed so far, you were surprised to see the sun setting when you opened the tent flap and stepped outside.  You realized, with a sick feeling in your chest, that they had been using you nearly all day now.  And considering they were waiting for you around the fire, giving you a glance up and down as you emerged from the tent, they still might not stop for a while.

In fact, they’d made themselves very comfortable from the looks of it.  The fire was burning stronger than ever, three logs positioned around the sides of the firepit to sit on; a pot was over the fire, and you recognized the contents as some of the food supplies from your pack.  Best of all, Steve had found your battery radio and adjusted the station, blues quietly playing from the speaker as he used your hunting knife to whittle a stick.

Serves you right to suffer, the smooth voice crooned from the broadcast, serves you right to be alone...

For a moment, the three of you sat in silence as you took in the scene.  But when the wind changed and the heat of the fire no longer reached you, you remembered you had business to attend to.  

“C-Can I have my clothes back now?” you asked Bucky quietly, seeing them draped over the side of one of the logs.

“I think if you get dressed you’ll try to run again,” Steve mumbled, not even looking up at you.

“No, I won’t, I’m too tired,” you explained.  “I just don’t want to be cold.”

“Fire’s hot enough,” Bucky dismissed.  “Why don’t you just lay down a while, hm?  Get some rest.  You earned it.”

You weren’t just tired physically, but mentally, which is partly why you didn’t put up more of a fight before going over to the log and laying beside it, the blanket around you protecting you from the cold ground while you used your clothes as a sort of pillow on the log.

It couldn’t have been that you were asleep, because you could still hear the fire and the radio and Steve’s whittling (a constant reminder that he had a knife), but with your eyes closed and the darkness getting darker it was almost like sleep.  A draining, restless sleep that did nothing to shelter you from the memories of what you’d become.

So, you opened your eyes, staring into the flames instead and venturing the occasional glance at Bucky or Steve; the former always met your stare, the latter would only look up if a sound got his attention.

“You gonna take a turn?” Bucky asked Steve casually, motioning to you by cocking his head.

“Not yet, need a while to... you know, build up some energy,” Steve explained.

“Mind if I have another go then?”

“She’s all yours,” Steve approved, making Bucky grin as he got up and circled the log you were slumped over.  

“Y’hear that, dollface?  All mine,” he cooed, picking you up and adjusting you until you were bent over the log, facing Steve and the fire.  Your clothes kept your naked torso from rubbing against the bark, thankfully, but nothing could spare you from Bucky’s incessant touch, running up your back, over your butt which he spanked a few times for good measure, and finally to your entrance which he pushed two fingers into first.  “Mm, we stretched you out pretty good… you’ll be back in shape by the mornin’, but until then, I just slide right in…”

And he proved himself right with one long stroke that pushed his cock to the deepest parts of you, pushing your hips forward into the log as you tried your best to keep your breathing steady.

He was uniquely quiet this time, still moaning and grunting occasionally but otherwise sparing you from the constant taunts and filthy whispers.  Steve, meanwhile, was doing his best to look unaffected, but the subtle adjustment of his legs along with the increased vigor of his carving made it clear he was distracted by the sight in front of him.

Bucky’s strong hands on your hips were sure to leave marks, fingertips digging into your curves and pulling you back onto him, spearing you on his length.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he sighed, “gonna come.”

And it was actually a relief because this was going to end (for now), which was definitely the only reason you moaned in response.  He got more talkative after that, smacking you on the ass a few more times as he chuckled darkly behind you. 

“Fuck, take it, doll… take all my fuckin’ come.”

It was sort of a meaningless instruction, since you had to, but he seemed to enjoy reminding you that he was about to take his pleasure from your body one more time.  He made a weak little moaning noise, almost pained, as he filled you once again, slumping down on top of you and for the first time really showing signs of exhaustion after coming three times in a day.  You were so out of it that you hardly noticed his weight on you, or the little kisses he gave to your ear, whispering praises that tried your best not to hear.  

He pulled out and came back around to look at your face again, pulling you up slightly by your hair so you looked up at him.

“Such a good fuckin’ girl,” he groaned.  “Open your mouth sweetheart,” he instructed, spitting onto your tongue as soon as you’d done it, then lifting your jaw to make you close your mouth and swallow.

He tugged your hair harder before he kissed you, more possessive than affectionate, but unexpected regardless.  His tongue tangled with yours as he reached down to circle his hand around your neck, feeling your pulse but not going so far as to choke you.

A little groan from Steve caught both his attention and yours.  "You wanna fuck her, Stevie?"

"Oh god, I want that ass, I want that fuckin ass," he answered through his teeth, making you gulp as Bucky laughed.

"Go for it, man," he encouraged, and only a second after he stood up you both heard and felt Steve appear behind you, one calloused hand spreading your cheeks; you whimpered from embarrassment when you felt a finger circle your tight rim, before slowly pushing in.

"Fuck," you whispered, and it sounded much more like a curse of pleasure than you intended.

"Yeah, you want it don't you?" he asked through his teeth, giving you a hard spank that made you cry out.  Bucky slapped you when you didn't answer, grabbing your jaw roughly.

"He asked you a question," he reminded you firmly, the sound of Steve spitting into his hand and coating your hole and his length distracting you slightly.

"Yes, yes, I want it!" you sobbed.

"Where?"

"In my ass!"

Your body put up significant resistance against his swollen head, but it was no match for his rough thrust forward, the tip of him popping inside and stretching you painfully.  You bit your lip but it was impossible to stay quiet when he slid the rest of the way in.

You cried out as he moaned with satisfaction, already moving so much faster than you could handle (which, to be fair, was a low bar).

"Oh my god," he breathed.  "So fuckin' tight…"

The pain was sharp, and it felt like the base of his cock was impossibly thicker than the rest of him since you whined every time he pushed in.

"Aw, does it hurt baby?  That's my cock ruining your little hole, sweetheart…"

"Stop," you rasped, "please… please stop…"

"Nah, I think you like it… I think what you really needed was just to be put in your place, fucked in every hole so you know exactly what you're meant for."

Bucky appeared in front of you again, stroking himself in front of your face, still slick from behind inside you.

"See what a mess you made on my cock, dollface?  I think you need to help me clean it up," he groaned, holding your jaw open to stuff his cock into your mouth and stifle your sobs.  The taste of your and his come was potent and musky on your tongue, his head pushing right into your open throat when you tried to gag.

Steve held you tighter as he thrusted a bit more vigorously, Bucky simultaneously using your throat as he stroked your hair and cheek.  

You couldn’t remember how to do anything but just take it now.  At times their paces synchronized and you felt like you were being filled to the brim at both ends.  Other times they were in a syncopation where one pushed in just as the other pulled out, meaning you had no real breaks at all.

Bucky was too weak to come again, that much was obvious, but he was happy to choke you anyways; and Steve, well, Steve was moaning more now than he had from your mouth or pussy, apparently trying to hold himself back even though he had no reason to try to prolong this— unless he actually wanted to see you in pain more than he wanted to finish?

“You want me to come in your ass?” Steve interrogated you with a spank to your thigh.  “Beg for it.”

You shook your head around the length in your mouth.

“It doesn’t stop until you beg me for it, isn’t that what you want?  You want it to stop, right?”

Had you really fallen into his trap that easily?  

Bucky pulled back to give you the opportunity to meet Steve’s request, and you sucked in a lungful of air before finally whimpering: “Please, Steve… please come…”

“Where?” he pressed, ever-determined to make you remind him where he was fucking you.

“Please come in my ass…”

“If you say so, sweetheart,” he snickered before starting to thrust faster and more erratically, chasing his peak which you prayed was close.  It was, thankfully, though never close enough, and you forgot that the swell of his pulsating cock would stretch your tired hole even wider.

And, you forgot that he had no reason to pull out just because he’d come.

“Fuck,” he groaned, “that was good.”

You tried to kick him away but it was impossible with how hard he’d pinned you down to the log.

“Just stay still and keep my cock warm in this pretty ass of yours, alright?” he instructed, all the while Bucky stared down at you with a satisfied smirk on his face, combing your hair a bit with his fingers.

“You’re tired, huh?” he noticed.  “We’ll get you to bed soon.”

“Will you leave?” you instantly returned.

“We need somewhere to make camp for the night, too.  And since there’s already a perfectly good camp right here…”

“No,” you whined, “no, you’re never gonna leave me alone, are you?”

“We’ll talk about it in the morning, alright?” he offered.

//

It was truly a testament to how physically exhausted you were that you managed to fall asleep squished between your two personal monsters.

Bucky was behind you, essentially spooning you while Steve had an arm draped over your chest.  And even with the heavy weight on you, physical and metaphysical, you would’ve slept through the night easily if it weren’t for the feeling of Steve running his hands over your body, groping you wherever he could reach.

You opened your eyes but it was still pitch darkness, giving you no distraction from the physical sensations of Steve's fingers delicately grazing over your skin.  Behind you, the quiet stability of Bucky’s breathing made it clear he was still asleep and unaware.

“Steve,” you whispered hoarsely.

“Shh,” he soothed below his breath, right by your ear.  “He sleeps like a rock, we’re not gonna wake him up with a little fooling around.”  

Amazingly enough, that wasn’t exactly what you were worried about.  But you discontinued your dissent as he lightly suckled the lobe of your ear, fingers tracing abstract shapes over your hip.  You heard your own breath catch, and he must have too because he smiled and nibbled on your neck.

You shivered when he started to pull you closer, laying you back to reach between your legs and toy with your overly-sensitive folds.  His fingers found your clit and rubbed it in slow circles, making you writhe and jolt as shocks of pleasure shot through you.

“So sensitive,” he praised darkly, pushing against you harder.  “Gettin’ wet, honey?  Want you dripping before I put my cock in you.”

Bucky stirred beside you, pulling you closer in his sleep though Steve kept a strong hold on your lower half.  It was nearly claustrophobic being sandwiched between them like this, made even worse when Steve adjusted your hips and you felt his cock rub against you.

“Tell me you want it,” he whispered in your ear, cradling your face in his large, rough hands.

“I— I want it,” you whispered back, biting your lip to stay quiet when he pushed in.  You were still sore, but the wetness helped ease his way as he filled you to the brim, groaning softly and thrusting much more gently than you expected.  It was all very relaxed, and languid, and… sleepy.  It was so much easier to pretend that you wanted this when it was gentle and patient like this, when you couldn’t see his face

“You two got started without me?” Bucky interjected, making you both gasp.   

"You seemed pretty busy snoring over there," Steve explained with an unamused tone.  “You know, Barnes, I actually broke out of prison so I wouldn’t have to sleep in the same room as you for the rest of my life.”

“Leave if you want, Rogers, I’ll keep the girl and you can take her battery radio, ya limpdick.”

“Limpdick?  Were you not here for the past twenty-four hours?” 

“Yeah, I was fucking this sweet little thing while you were out there by the fire doing your arts and crafts.”

And just like that, your sweet and gentle sex was gone; Steve was determined to claim you now, fucking you harder and faster until you couldn’t hold back your broken moans.  "Yeah, you like that?" he growled against your ear.  "You like gettin' fucked?  Say it."

"Y-yes, I like it," you gasped.

"We're gonna be on the run for a while…" Bucky mumbled against your skin as he kissed your shoulder, "sure wouldn't mind takin' you with us, keeping our own little pet to fuck whenever we want."

You tried not to stop breathing entirely when he said that, distracted by Steve slowing down slightly, offering some reprieve.

"Been so long without touchin' a woman," Steve added huskily, "I don't know if one day is enough."

"Yeah, plus we've already got you obedient, trained, fucked braindead and full of come," Bucky replied, biting down on your skin to make you whimper and he chuckled happily.

"Are you sure you can share, Barnes?" Steve pressed.  "I know if you had it your way she'd be ripped to shreds by now."

"Whatever man, you're the one who tore her ass up."

Steve scoffed slightly, while Bucky continued.

"You wanna come with us sweetheart?  We'll be real good to you, keep your holes wet and full for a couple months straight at least.  You won't have to worry about a thing, won't have to lift a finger, just keep your legs spread and you'll be peachy."

"Hey, that's what we'll call you: Peach," Steve decided.  "It's perfect, isn't it?  'Cause you're sweet… and soft… and I could just eat you up," he purred.

"Wanna be our girl, Peach?" Bucky prompted.

"No, please…"

You expected anger, you expected them to hurt you, but you didn't expect them to laugh.  "Looks like our sweet little Peach hasn't had a chance to realize how good it's gonna be with us," Steve announced.  

"Yeah, let's show her how much she wants to be our girl," Bucky snickered, holding your hips as Steve started to move inside you again.

Bucky, meanwhile, was grabbing handfuls of your ass and groaning as he rubbed his cock against you.  One finger explored your rim and slowly pushed in.

"Looks like you're still a little loosened up from when Stevie here gave it to you, huh?  He was real mean, wasn't he?"

You nodded, clutching harder into Steve's chest as he fucked you faster.

"Then taking me should be a breeze."

Truly, you had no idea how this was possible.  I'm the dark it all felt like a fever dream, but when Bucky pushed into your available opening while Steve was still fucking you… it was definitely real, the feeling was too overwhelming not to be.

'A breeze' was definitely an exaggeration but it was undeniably easier, especially since being half-asleep made your body so much more relaxed.  You still hissed when Bucky's hips met your ass, you still choked on a breath at the feeling of two cocks buried all the way inside you, but it wasn't from pain as much as being full beyond your wildest dreams

"You were right about this ass, Rogers, goddamn…" Bucky moaned, holding your hips tight and beginning to thrust.

"Fuck, can hardly believe you're takin' both of us," Steve sighed against your ear.  "I know you love it, Peach, I know you love bein' so full…"

Your lips fumbled with the desire to moan a name but not sure whose to say; so instead you just babbled mindlessly, sounded just as dumbfounded as you felt.

But they weren't having any problems speaking, in fact they were more talkative than ever, each whispering in a different ear and making shivers crawl up your spine with every word.

"You're making us feel so good, such a good girl, aren't you Peachy baby?"

"Such a perfect fucking whore, so wet already just from being used."

"Want us to come inside, huh Peach?  Wanna be full of come?”

Each time you arched your back, it only somehow pushed them both deeper, so deep you couldn’t think about anything else anymore.  Bucky was moving at a much slower pace than Steve, such that they would only occasionally thrust all the way in at exactly the same time— and when they did, you heard yourself moan but refused to believe it was you making the sound because it sounded nothing like you, it didn’t even seem like something you would do; enjoying this that much, that is.

“You’re close, huh?  Gonna come for both of us?”

You found yourself nodding, even though they couldn’t see it, but Bucky must have felt it against his shoulder because he laughed a little, grabbing your face and turning you back to kiss you hungrily.  When he moved his kiss down to the back of your neck, Steve captured your lips instead, less dominating than Bucky’s but no less intense.  The moan that undeniably signalled your orgasm was nearly lost against Steve’s tongue, but they both heard it and began to pump into you faster, keeping you suspended in your pleasure.

Steve lost it first, spilling into you with a choked groan and a tight grip on your arms that was sure to bruise.  Bucky was close behind, panting with each hurried thrust until he finally moaned and filled your ass with ropes of hot come, a sensation you never could’ve imagined, let alone predicted you would experience twice in one day.

Bucky rubbed your thighs while he caught his breath while Steve peppered your face in tender kisses, both of them showering you in affection you had no idea how to handle.

“Whaddaya say, dollface?” Bucky prompted as he kissed just beneath your ear.  “Y’like bein’ our little Peach, don’t you?”

You stammered over a few different responses, none of them very good, until Steve finally instructed you: “say yes.”

“Yes,” you repeated instantly.

“I can tell you do, you soaked my cock real good,” Steve praised with a grin you could feel against your cheek and hear in his gravelly voice.  “We’ll head out in the morning, alright?  Soon we’ll be somewhere where nobody knows who we are, what we’ve done… doesn’t that sound nice, Peach?  A chance to start over?”

A fresh start never hurt anyone, right?

//

Months on the run made the night all blend together, you didn’t even know what state you were in anymore and you couldn’t find the energy to care.

It was definitely harder to hitchhike with three people, and a disturbing amount of truckers offered to take you alone but not your companions— and obviously they would never allow such a thing.  At this point, you were better off with the devils you knew, anyways.  At least with them you knew what to expect.

Specifically, you could expect Steve to be aloof and brooding until he occasionally snapped and became possessive over you again, asserting his dominance over you and Bucky however he could manage— usually by covering your body in his marks and every once in a while by covering your face with his come.  You could expect Bucky to taunt and mock you, cornering you into consenting to his relentless barrage of pleasure and pain, over and over again watching you struggle to maintain your sense of denial and disgust, reminding you that you loved being fucked just how he wanted.

In fact, today was a pretty typical day while the three of you crashed in a motel, Steve staying silent and distant while Bucky kissed his way down your stomach that rose and fell shakily with each breath.

“Bucky, p-please,” you whispered, closing your eyes so you could more easily pretend it wasn’t you begging him for more.

"What's that, Peach?  Want me to lick up your juice?" he grinned.

You shuddered and he chuckled as he knelt down between your legs to give a long, slow lick over your sex.  Your entire body jolted when his rough tongue slid over your swollen clit, so he focused there until your legs were quivering and your head fell back.  

"Mm, so sweet…” he cooed.  “Come getta taste a’this, Steve.”

“I’m busy,” Steve refused, turning the page of his newspaper.

“Are you fuckin’ serious?” Bucky sighed, standing up straighter and leaving your pussy ignored; you whined a little, but it fell on deaf ears.  “I’d love to see what you’re reading that could possibly be more interesting than this.”

“There’s an article about us,” Steve answered sternly, looking up from the paper to meet Bucky’s gaze, before glancing to look at you.  “All three of us.”

Bucky huffed and stood up, leaving you naked on the bed as he crossed the room to tear the paper from Steve’s hands.  His eyes scanned the page until he landed on the part Steve must have been referring to.  “Holy shit,” he breathed.  “Look, Peach, you made the papers!”

He brought over the article for you to read, and you sat up straighter when you saw that a photo of yourself had been included alongside the mugshots of Steve and Bucky.

Two escaped prisoners, one missing woman, spotted in woods near Schenectady, NY...

“When is this from?” you asked nervously.

“The paper’s from today, but we were in Schenectady two weeks ago,” Steve explained.  “They aren’t anywhere near us.”

It brought back memories of TV broadcasts you’d seen in hotels, radio news Steve had turned off before you heard too much.  Phrases like ‘statewide manhunt,’ ‘federal investigation,’ and ‘trafficked woman,’ which had once been foreign to you, now represented your deepest anxieties.

Bucky saw the fear on your face and knelt down on the bed beside you, stroking your face gently.  “Aw, Peach, don’t be scared… they’re not gonna find us, I promise.”

“If they did… what would happen to me?” you asked weakly.  You truly had no idea if you’d be returned home and treated as the victim of a crime, or if you’d be arrested and charged as a perpetrator, as a collaborator who aided in the escape and continued flee of two violent criminals.  They’d already gotten you in on a few robberies, even one bank— could you defend yourself by saying that you were forced to do it?  

“Nobody’s gonna take you away from us,” Bucky assured sternly, not quite answering your question but making it clear that was all you were gonna get.  You reached up to rest your hand atop his where it held your cheek, letting your watery eyes fall shut before you looked back up into his enrapturing gaze again.

“Kiss me, Bucky, please,” you whispered, making him laugh and shake his head.

“No, Peachy, I would but I know where that mouth has been.  Steve woke you up in the middle of the night to choke on his cock, thought I wouldn’t hear, huh?”

You gasped a little and Steve crossed his arms where he sat in the chair.  Bucky turned his attention back to Steve with a look of challenge on his face.  “She’s scared, Stevie, won’t you come over here and make her feel better?”

Steve sighed but relented and stood up, crossing the room to stand beside the bed and stare down at you.  For a moment you didn’t know what he intended to do, until he knelt down and grabbed your hips, pulled your spread legs closer to the edge of the bed where he latched his lips onto your slick and swollen folds.

“Oh god,” you moaned, reaching down to tangle your fingers into his hair, his tongue pushing inside you right away, twisting and thrusting and licking right over your g-spot until your eyes rolled back in your head and your back arched up off the faded quilt.  Bucky grinned as he watched you, leaning down to kiss your neck, then suckle on a hardened nipple, then lick over your hips until finally he bit down on the inside of your thigh.  You yelped a little and felt him smile against your delicate skin.

“I told you we’d take care of you, babydoll,” he mumbled, voice all deep and throaty like it got when he was about to spend an hour reminding you who you belonged to.

Sometimes you dreamed of the life you had before this, of the person you were when you only belonged to yourself, but that life was gone forever and it wasn’t coming back.  Each day you mourned it in a different way.  At first it was just the loss of dignity, then it was the loss at any chance of gaining that dignity back.  You missed your friends and family, but you realized they wouldn’t welcome you back with open arms after this long.

You realized it was well and truly over the first time a man on the news called you an accomplice to the ‘rampant crime spree’ of Bucky and Steve.  Just a few weeks later, the stories changed from two prisoners and their kidnapping victim, to three prisoners.  And yes, you were a prisoner, but the police didn’t see a difference between you and them anymore.  You had no reason to run, no motive for escape.  They were the only thing keeping you alive and free now, even if this freedom wasn’t exactly overflowing with liberties.

So, you accepted as quickly as you could that this was your new life; every morning you banished the memories of who you used to be, and every night you prayed that your lovers wouldn’t be caught.  And it wasn’t so bad of a life to have, even if it wasn’t the life you would’ve chosen for yourself— there was something nice about it, really, never very calm but still having its moments of peace and domesticity.  Like falling asleep in the backseat of a stolen truck while Steve played blues on the radio.  Like sitting in Bucky’s lap as he told you all about the beautiful tropical islands they’d take you to someday.  Like when Steve robbed a jewelry store and told you he’d picked that one because they had the ring he’d seen in a magazine ad, the ring he decided he wanted you to wear from now on.  Like being Mrs. Barnes when Bucky introduced you to his criminal connections, and being Mrs. Rogers when Steve did the same the next night.

Maybe you’d forgotten how to be anything else but their sweet, quiet, obedient Peach, but maybe it wasn’t such a bad wrap after all.

[holdmecloser-gandydancer]

“theme park employees...one wears a stupid mascot suit and the other is crushing hard” dealer’s choice on who I just really like this idea <3

From this prompt list! (still accepting!)

Taako’s had a lot of shitty jobs. A roller-skating server, receptionist at a gym for the most obnoxious gym rats, teacher’s aide for a youth gymnastics class, and a mall elf over Candlenights have been some of his most beloathed gigs. But when Lup sang the praises of her current job and begged him to apply, he figured it couldn’t be that bad.

He really should stop begging the universe to prove him wrong.

The Adventure Zone is, strictly speaking, your average amusement park; it’s full of overpriced, under-seasoned food, sodas the size of your head, thundering rollercoasters that will ensure both of those items make a reappearance on the person next to you, and shitty souvenirs being sold by unenthused workers in uncomfortable polos and khakis. Truly the happiest place on earth.

All of that is shit Taako can and has handled before. But Taako’s bad luck can never let him be. It wasn’t until after he was hired and doing his paperwork that he got the slightest inkling the job could be more than he signed up for.

“Now, son, you’re not claustrophobic, are you?”

--

“Shoulda just lied and said I was claustrophobic,” Taako grumbles to himself as he pulls on the scratchy jumpsuit. He stands in front of the mirror in the staff room and frowns at his reflection. He swears that management had to get the most pathetic looking lion costume in all of existence. It’s simultaneously cartoony and bloated and a bit too realistic. The head is so much worse, though. He shoots it a murderous glare as it sits on a table and watches him with soulless, plastic eyes.

His standoff with his new identity is cut short by the hinges on the staff room door protesting loudly.

“Afternoon, Taako!” Davenport, his manager says brightly. Taako sends him a dead-eyed look before getting a glimpse of perhaps the most gorgeous man Taako has ever seen. Like, Taako’s heard people describe seeing their partner for the first time, saying that the rest of the world just falls away and it’s like angels are singing and he’s always thought it was bullshit. But right now, all Taako can attend to is this handsome dude with a bright smile and an even brighter polo. He thinks he might even hear little bursts of harp music.

“Taako, did you just hear a single word I just said?” Davenport asks, snapping him out of his stupor.

“Uh. No,” He says, feeling his face heat up. Handsome absolutely caught him staring.

Davenport sighs a little, probably already regretting taking Lup’s endorsement of Taako. “This is Kravitz. He’s going to be your handler.”

“My handler?” The last thing Taako needs is someone cramping his style, no matter how handsome.

“Host is probably the better term. Basically I’m here to make sure toddlers don’t yank on your tail and to keep angry parents from literally ripping your head off,” Kravitz says easily, smile still fixed on his face.

Oh god, Taako’s gotta keep himself from mentally planning a wedding. Or mentally jumping his bones. Or both, actually.

“Cool.” Taako reaches over and grabs the head off the table. “Let’s get this show on the road, then.”

--

“God, I cannot believe that kid started crying, I actually feel kinda bad,” Taako whispers to Kravitz as they both wave at a family leaving the area.

“I have a feeling that’s gonna be happening a lot. You don’t exactly have the most welcoming face.”

Taako scoffs melodramatically. “Now, you can’t see my face right now but just know I’m giving you such a bitchy look. Are you saying I’m ugly, Kravitz?”

Kravitz ducks his head. “No! You know what I meant, that lion’s head is an affront to god. Didn’t take you for the type to fish for compliments, Taako.”

“You’ll find that I don’t need to fish for them. People hand them to me constantly.” Flirting while wearing a rejected Lion King Jr. costume isn’t exactly something Taako has experience with but he’s all for trying new things.

“Hmm. Guess we’ll see if that holds true. But between you and me, you’ve already got some points docked.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I mean your ugly as sin fursona here is not doing you any favors,” Kravitz says airily.

Taako gently smacks Kravitz on the shoulder with his humorously oversized paw. “Oh my god, I’m not a furry! This is not my fursona! I’m getting paid for this!”

“The furry doth protest too much, methinks.”

“I hate you,” Taako lies. He very much does not hate Kravitz.

He’s determined to get something good from this shitty job.