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iblameashley · 9 months

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Market Mingle and *Tea*lights.

Civilian | Male | Gay

2,593 words

Content: None really. Pure fluff.

Follow up to The Gift of Giving.

Simon 'Ghost' Riley | Male/GN Reader

!!!SFW!!!

You happen to run into Simon at the local market and take the opportunity to spend some time with him shopping. Who can resist a little mingling and maybe a spot of tea after?

(Tea-lights is a stupid play on Delights...)

(Special shout-out to @mysticalzombiecheesecake who asked to be tagged.)

(Thanks to @loneghostwolf for permission to use this image)

What better way to spend your day than outside and at the local market? It was a little later in the day than you expected, but sleeping in is also nice. You were lucky to have a remote job and generally didn't have to deal with office life. This afforded you a lot of leeway when it came to work-life balance, but nothing was better than actual time off to get out and do things for yourself.

The market itself was a great place. Vendors were always swapping out and there were a variety of trinkets, tools, clothing, food and more up for barter. The fact that it also bordered a nearby park helped for escaping the crowded stalls at a moments notice. You hiked your bags up on your shoulder.

What you didn't expect to find at the market was Simon. But there he was, three vendors down in his usual mask, a dark hoodie and jeans, and standing taller than most everyone else around him. He seemed fixated on something you couldn't make out from your position.

Wanting to be sure it was him, and you weren't suffering some visual hallucination, you pull out your phone and send a message

You: Hey Simon! How goes today? What are you up to?

You see him reach in his pocket and pull out his phone.

Simon: It goes. I'm out right now. Simon: Are you looking to meet up again?

You smile as you read his message. Putting your phone back in your pocket, you slowly make your way over to him. You step lightly and walk slowly, hiding behind people as you closed the distance. You were sure you were going to get the drop on him, when he turned around suddenly to face you; his fist pulled back to his side.

His eyes softened as he realized it was just you and he relaxed his fist.

“Hey.” He says in his flat, gravelly voice. “Shouldn't try and sneak up on me, could get hurt.”

“Nah,” You say, waving away his warning. “You'd never hurt me.” You smile.

He looks at you with a furrowed brow.

“Mind if I join you?” You ask. “No pressure.” You add, raising your hands up.

He nods.

“Sure. Just planned to wander, so might be here a while.” He says, returning his attention to the item that had caught his attention.

You crane your head and move around to get a better view of it. Its a multi-tool. It looks old and is rusted, likely not useful for actual use, but if he's focused on it, it means something to him. You take in his interrogation of the tool as he looks it over several times.

“Gonna buy it?” You ask softly.

“Dunno.” He shrugs.

'Always giving away so little.' You think before taking position up beside him. He gives you a side eye, but stays silent.

After a few more minutes of looking over the tool and other wares, he turns and starts to walk away. You pivot on the spot and start walking with him, keeping pace to his longer stride.

Simon briefly stops at a stall selling blankets and gives them a look over, running his hands over the soft fabric and examining the colourful patterns. He looks at you again and simply says, “Not as good as my throw.”

Your heart skips a beat and your soul astral projects around the city before crashing back into your body. Your breath hitches in your throat as you take in the fact that, in his own way, he just gave you a compliment. He liked your throw, and now compared it to every other one he came across. You had no way of hiding your pleased embarrassment as the red spread across your face, but you managed to get out a low, “I'm glad you like my gift.”

“Mmm." He replies without looking at you.

He moves on to the next stall, this one selling a variety of books that must be well out of print. You can smell the earthy, musky aroma of the old pages as you both step up to the stand. Your eyes dart over the selection of old material; the vendor offering a bit of everything from manuals to romance novels to kitschy sci-fi books.

It was only by happenstance that you looked up to see the glimmer in Simon's eye as he also took in the fascinating sight of the selection before him. He reached down and picked up a particularly damaged booklet. The words on the cover were worn mostly off from age, and the spine had clearly seen better days. But you were able to make out a faint image of a series of guns and what looked like the picture of a World War II uniform. You smile warmly, it's very in line with what he seemed interested in.

“You should get it.” You say as you finger the pile of sci-fi books. You grab a few and begin reading the back.

“You think?” Simon asks genuinely.

“Yeah.” You give him an enthusiastic nod. “Would go well with the collection you already have.”

“Hmm.” He ponders the possibility of the purchase.

You can't help but chuckle at some of the synopsis of the books you have and stack them in your arms. You are definitely getting these.

Simon still seems unsure of the booklet, so you reach over and take it gently from his hands and add it to your stack. “We'll take these.” You say as you turn to the elderly woman tending the stand.

She flashes you a crooked smile and quickly tallies the books total.

“That'll be five pound twenty-five.” She says with a hoarse voice. “Need a bag, love?” She inquires as you rummage through your wallet.

“No, thank you.” You smile, handing her the exact change.

You turn back to Simon who simply stares at you as you hand the booklet back to him. “That was unnecessary.” He grunts, though still taking the booklet from your hand.

“You're welcome.” You say, ignoring his comment. You shove the books into one of the bags tucked under your arm, and see that Simon is already heading off to the next table. Though his eyes are still very much on the booklet.

Simon stops in front of a stand selling cured meats and starts placing an order, clearly having been here before. You watch as his mood shifts; he's not quite pleasant, but he's much nicer to the man currently filling several wrappers with a variety of goods.

You stand there quietly as he the friendly man hands over the meats in a bag and Simon pays. You're interest is piqued by his selections, offering a small look into the man who keeps himself well guarded.

“Having a party?” You ask with a hint of cheekiness as he notices you staring.

“Maybe.” He grunts.

“Am I invited?” You say, pressing him.

“No.” He huffs, once again making off for his next destination.

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After a few more stops, he makes his way to a shop that takes you by surprise; soaps and shampoos. You had to admit that he did always smell great, but he didn't seem the type to buy such things in front of people – friends – so carefree.

His eyes tactically scanned the offerings as if looking for something specific. You couldn't resist taking a look as well, picking up a bar of soap labelled 'Nomad.'

“Earthy and adventurous with a smoky note and hint of pine.” You say, reading the label. “Huh...” You take a sniff. “Smells nice!” You smile.

You set it back down and pick up another one; 'Midnight Forest.'

“Deep moss scent with cedarwood, and a touch of herbs.” Again you sniff it. You purse your lips, unconvinced.

Simon's attention is split between his search and your inquisitive exploration of the soap.

“Going to buy one?” He asks.

You shrug, picking up another one.

“Stealth.” You say.

Simon's eyes lock on the bar of soap.

“An invigorating mix of sandalwood, black peppercorn and a citrus zest.”

You see his hand twitching at his side, quickly realizing you found the one he was looking for, but he's too damn prideful to tell you. You smile, and enjoy the moment. You play with the bar of soap, examining it closely. “What do you think, Simon? Should I get this one?”

“Get what you want.” He says with annoyance. You can see he's grinding his teeth.

You look the soap over once more before deciding to put it down, instead you grab a bar of the 'Nomad,' and pay for it. Shoving it in the bag with your books.

“I'll wait for you over there.” You say, pointing to a quiet area where the market thins out.

You walk away before he can respond. As fun as it was to tease him, you decided to give him a little privacy to make his purchase. You understand its just soap to you, but to him its one more glimpse into his private life.

You look at your bag and books and chuckle at the realization you didn't get much of anything, despite the list you had in your head when you arrived. 'Oh well.' you think, you can always come back.

You see Simon make his way towards you with his usual steady, confident pace, he gives you a nod before stopping a few paces in front of you.

“Got everything I need.” He says with his gruff voice, pulling the bags up briefly to show you. “How about you?”

“No...” you admit, shaking your head, “but I can come back tomorrow, its getting late and I should be heading home.”

Simon nods, and jerks his head to the side, a silent signal that he will walk you to the other side of the market. You smile and nod back, once again walking by his side.

“It was good to see you here, Simon.” You say as you two weave through the crowd.

“Yeah.” He says. His voice is so low and soft you almost didn't hear him.

“Want to get together soon?” You inquire as you two reach your parting destination. “Its been a while.” You add.

“Yeah.” His voice still quiet and soft. “Soon.” He speaks up.

“Perfect, message me when you want me to come over. We can do a movie night or something.”

“Sounds good.” He says. He goes to walk away but stops. Simon examines the bags in his hand and then gazes back at you. He lets out a heavy breath. “You live close by, yeah?” He inquires.

You nod. “Yeah... maybe a ten minute walk?”

“Show me.” Simon commands. “Show me where you live.” His voice is low and gravelly.

“OK, wow... that was a bit threatening...” You say, jerking your head back in surprise. “Why do you want to go to my place?” You ask, furrowing your brow.

“You know where I live.” He says flatly. “You've seen my flat. I want to see yours.”

You consider his request as he stares you down. You know you both do and don't have a choice. If you told him no, he would probably respect it... but it risked bucking the relationship you two had. You take a deep breath. 'Fair is fair.' You think.

“Alright, Simon.” You agree. You motion in the direction of your flat with a wave of your hand before taking off, leaving him behind as he did to you earlier.

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The walk to your flat was mostly uneventful. Simon spent a majority of it taking in the sights, sounds and people; likely never having been to this part of town before. Not a big surprise to you, he likely didn't venture far from his flat on the best of days.

“Not a bad place.” Simon mumbles as you both approach the small building.

It was a pretty basic building; ten units per level over four levels. Small balconies dotting across the exterior. A typical grey-black facade blended the building into the rest along the street. Small shrubs and flowers ran the perimeter of the buildings and filled the air with fragrant scents.

You usher him toward the entrance, typing in your code to enter the building. Simon follows strangely close behind you, but you try not to give it too much attention.

As you enter the flat, you gesture to the bag in his hand. “I'll put it in the fridge until you leave.”

He hands the bag over.

“Take a look around.” you say, giving him permission to roam freely.

Simon sets about your place in a tactical manner, following a path he created in his mind the moment he crossed the threshold of your doorway. He passed the kitchen with little interest and made his way to the living room, taking in the more lived-in feeling of the place. Pictures of your family are spread over the wall between paintings of forests and lakes, and children's art. Your TV stand and bookshelves are filled with reading material and figurines and trinkets. The room is overwhelming to him, the feeling of warmth and coziness curated causes his stomach to twist. He turns quickly and makes his was slowly but steadily towards the hallway.

He disappears from view and you let out a relieved sigh that you cleaned the flat. While he explores your bedroom and office, you put the kettle on and start making some tea. You grab some biscuits from the cupboard and plate them, setting them on the table.

You place two mugs on the counter as the kettle starts to whistle. The sounds seems to stir Simon's interest and he makes his way back to the kitchen. You stand there with a mug in hand, tea bag steeping.

“Thought you might stay for a cup?” You ask softly, handing him the hot mug.

He takes the mug from your hand, briefly touching your fingers.

“Have a seat.” You say, your heart jumping a bit at his touch.

You grab you own mug from the counter and take a seat across from Simon. You take a biscuit from the plate and dip it in your tea before taking a chomp out of it. You lean back in your chair and swallow the sweet treat.

“So whats the verdict?” You ask with a bit of playfulness. Its your flat, so you don't have to give a shit about rules one or two here -or any of them really - but especially those two. Your dynamic was changing and the rules were already bending, but being in your flat still gave you a bit more control. A bit more power.

“I can see several security concerns.” Simon replies flatly, moving his mask down to sip his tea. “But I suppose for a civilian, it will do.”

Was he joking?

You raise an eyebrow.

“Homey.” He adds, not looking at you.

“Well... you're welcome to visit any time.” You say.

He lets out a guttural growl.

You just look at him warmly, knowing you're assaulting him with a lot of stimulus. His mind must be working a mile a minute, so you let him think.

You take another drink of you tea. Sometimes just sitting in silence is enough.

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absurdthirst · 2 years

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Only Room in the Inn {Pero Tovar x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 9k

Warning: Bathing, nudity, prostitutes, mentions of self pleasure, nipple play, fingering, oral sex (female receiving), loss of virginity, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, mentions of children.

Comments: When there is only one room left at the inn, you are forced to accept sharing it with a stranger, a man named Pero Tovar. It is no problem, after all, he thinks you are another man. Until he walks in on you bathing and everything changes.

|| MasterList ||

Co-written with @storiesofthefandomlovers

Sweet, sweet comfort is nearly in sight. Your shoulders sag as you see the lights from the inn shining through the darkness. Hearing the boisterous and rowdy crowds from the tavern next door. Hot food and ale just waiting to be eaten and drank. Except, all you want is to secure your room, order a bath and a meal to your room and sink into the water. Unbinding your breasts for the first time in weeks and pulling off the restricting clothing that made you look like the man you are pretending to be as you travel.

Your saddle bag tossed over your shoulder, no one gives you a second glance as you open the door and step inside. Given much more freedom as a man than you would have if you had been in the skirts you set aside, you swallow, preparing to pitch your voice down. The innkeeper in sight, you step up to him right as another man does. “Need a room.” You demand, not even bothering to see who it is that you have run across from your group, staying away from most after you had joined them in Cologne.

Pero is exhausted. Days of traveling alone, William long gone on his journey back to the wall to woo his general, leaving Pero to seek the treasures of the world by himself. He’s been riding for days, sleeping on the ground and eating whatever he can kill. He wants a warm bed and a hot meal. Maybe a hot cunt if he can find one he can pay for. When another man mentions needing a room, he doesn’t think much of it but when the innkeeper responds and says there is only one room left, Pero’s eyes widen. “No. No. I was here first. The room is mine.” He growls, not in the mood for bartering for a room.

You scoff, shaking your head. “Too bad.” You tell the dirty, scowling, mercenary. Obviously not one of the men you had been traveling with. You would remember that scar that traveled down over his eye. And noted that armor. The leathers were worn, but obviously of high quality. This is a man who kills for his coins. “I demanded it first and it is mine.” You challenge, turning back to the innkeeper. “I’ve traveled many miles and just want a bed and a bath. I will be staying for several days.” You tell him, sweetening the prospect of having a tenant for days rather than one night.

“I am looking to rest too. For several days. I can provide more coins.” Pero picks up the pouch of coins from his belt, “lots of coins.” He looks at the inn keeper, hoping his gruff nature aids him in his quest. The innkeeper looks between you and Pero.

“I need to rest.” You growl, getting pissed off.

“So do I, amigo.” Pero hisses back.

“What if you were to share the room?” The innkeeper suggests.

Immediately you are shaking your head, you can’t explain why that would be a bad idea. Although the other man is nodding. “Yes.” He tells the innkeeper, right as you say “No.” The stranger frowns, narrowing his eyes. “Why not? We both have cocks, I will not even bring a whore back to the room to fuck while you are sleeping.” You blow out a frustrated breath, knowing that you can’t protest too much, otherwise someone will get suspicious. “I like my privacy.” You try one last time.

“As do I, amigo, but I favor comfort over privacy. If privacy is what you are after, you can go out to the woods and sleep on the cold ground. You’ll have privacy there.” Pero snorts, knowing he won’t give up on this room. He needs a good night of sleep. “I don’t care if we share. I just want a bed.”

A bed…you know there will be only one bed in the room, but you can’t stand the thought of another night camping. “Fine.” You spit, throwing the stranger a glare. “But I want to have my bath and meal alone.” You warn him. “And go first.” You add. “You can take your meal at the tavern and consort with the whores.”

Pero frowns, not knowing why you want to be alone. Strange fellow, wanting to bathe alone. “What are you? A woman?” He snorts, not noticing the way your eyes widen slightly. He chuckles and rolls his eyes. “Fine. For tonight, I’ll have my meal and my dessert in the tavern.” He smirks, cock twitching at the thought of sinking into a woman.

Nodding in agreement, you turn back to the relieved innkeeper. Obviously the man was happy about not having to worry about a fight breaking out in his establishment over the last room. “A hot bath and a meal, brought up right away?” You ask when he tells you where the room is. You cannot wait to pull your clothes off and free your breasts from the material binding them. It hurts after so long but it keeps you safe from molestation.

Pero huffs, “can I at least put my shit in the room before you go and soak your cock?” You nod and he huffs when the innkeeper hands him the key. He snatches it and grabs his saddle bag, making his way up to the room.

You wait until you see the man that you will be sharing a room with is coming back down, having used the excuse of paying your coins to keep you from engaging with him further. Following the boy carrying the wash tub up the stairs and hating that you can’t wear the gauzy, loose nightgowns that are shoved at the very bottom of your saddle bags while you are here. You will have to sleep in breeches and your bandages around your chest like you have been. It won’t kill you, but it won’t be as relaxing as you had imagined before.

Pero gulps down the ale, his belly full of stew and he loves it. The best thing he’s eaten in God knows how long. His belly has been lined with rabbit he caught on his journey so to have a stew full of vegetables and ox, it has him ready to sleep. He wishes his room was empty so he could find a whore and fuck in his own bed before passing out, but you’ve put a hold on that. Instead, he slams his tankard down and seeks out the brothel, deciding to fuck on a full belly before he stumbles to the room to pass out.

You groan, slipping under the water with a pleased sigh. The steam curls up from the tub and you have the sliver of scented soap that you had bought weeks ago sitting on a drying cloth on the floor next to you. Your hair has been scrubbed clean, a feeling you have relished and your muscles relaxing for the first time in weeks. The perfect ending would be to slip into your nightgown, but the clothes you had washed first are drying in front of the fire while you soak, wanting them to be ready for you to put back on when you decide you are done. The other man shouldn’t be back until later, no doubt using the brothel that the innkeeper had directed to him. Sighing, you lean over and grab your mug of ale, taking a long sip of it and leaning back to close your eyes in bliss, your mug balanced on the wooden rim of the tub in your hand.

Pero grunts, thrusting deep into the woman he bought for the night. “Mierda.” He curses, rocking into her while his fingers dig into herr hips, keeping her still while he seeks his own pleasure, uncaring if she finds hers. That’s not what he paid for. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” He hisses, pulling out of her before wrapping his fingers around his cock, pumping himself as he spurts his hot seed onto her ass and lower back.

The water is cooler, but you are not wanting to get out, your fingers and toes pruned up and shriveled as you soak. Even your meal was eaten in the water after you had cleaned every inch of your body with the sweet smelling soap. Hesitant to get out and don your disguise. It was risky to soak, but you know that your roommate for the next several days has to be in his cups and probably passed out in the brothel.

Pero tosses a few coins towards the whore, thanking her with a grunt before he makes his way back to the room. The key jingles as he opens it to find the tub still in the middle of the room and he sees you on your cot, back to him. He grunts, ignoring you as he slumps down on his own bed, kicking off his boots and stripping off his armor to leave him in his breeches and blouse. “Buenas noches, amigo.” He grunts before he passes out.

You had been awake when he had come into the room, your dagger within arms reach. Only relaxing when you hear hun roll into the bed and almost immediately start to snore. You exhale softly, burrowing down into the blankets and bedding of the first real bed you have had in weeks and close your eyes, quickly falling asleep as well.

The next morning, Pero decides to sleep in. Days upon days of riding have exhausted him so he continues snoring long after breakfast has been served. He seeks lunch once he is awake, making his way to the tavern to fill his belly once more. You were gone when he woke up, making him frown before he dressed.

You sit down, already hot and sweaty after spending the morning taking care of your horse. The stallion needed to be reshod and his bridle mended. The blacksmith had new shoes, but there had been no farrier in town, so you had done it yourself, already needing another bath. Since you had the room you were sharing with the other man, you could afford another one, not having to spend nearly as many coins on your lodging. Your stew is nearly done in front of you when the door opens and you see the man who had been sleeping when you left the room.

Pero strides into the tavern, his stomach grumbling from lack of food over the past few months. He grunts as he sits down opposite you, deciding he might as well speak to you since you’re supposed to be sharing a room. He orders a stew and an ale before he fixes his dark gaze on you. “Are you going to say anything amigo or shall we spend our time in silence?” He snorts.

You spoon up another bite of your stew and glance up at him. He’s handsome up close, obviously taking some time this morning to use the bucket of water you had left in the room to clean up slightly. “You snore.” You grunt, shoving the stew into your mouth and grabbing for your tankard of ale to wash it down. Forcing a belch out after you swallow everything down. Men are disgusting and having dainty manners would give you away so you wipe your hand on the back of your shirt sleeve. “And you need a bath.” You tell him with a smirk. “But I’m taking one again this afternoon.”

Pero chuckles, tilting his head as he looks at you. “Such a strange hombre. Taking baths every day. I never - I have never known such a clean man. Perhaps you’re secretly a woman.” Pero laughs, tossing his head back and you fidget when his dark gaze focuses back on you. “No. No. You don’t have any tits.”

You scoff, insulted - but you roll your eyes. “No tits.” You murmur as you look back down at your stew. “I just wish not to smell like an ass, the women seem to like it better when you bathe before visiting them.” You smirk at him as if you had visited the brother yourself this morning. His meal arrives before he can say anything else and you shake your head when the serving wench asks if you want another ale. “No, but I wish to have another bath brought up to my room.” You tell her, pressing another coin into her hand to pay for your meal and the hot water.

The wench nods before her eyes drift over to Pero, “would you like a bath?” She asks him and he feels a little offended at first before he realizes he does need to wash off. Probably cut his hair and shave. He looks like a caveman. “Yes. Bring me hot water after he has bathed.” Pero says, “the lady would like some privacy.” He jokes, gesturing to you.

You try to scoff again, but it gets stuck in your throat and you cough as you quickly stand. “Nothing wrong with not wanting to stare at another man’s bare ass and cock.” You throw out. “I will give you the same consideration. An afternoon nap is well deserved anyway.”

Pero snorts, “precisely amigo. We shall retire to our room and sleep. Then I wish to seek the next cunt I can pay for. Are you agreeable to a wet cunt or do you prefer the alternative?” Pero asks, having no issue with that but he would prefer to know.

You swallow, having been asked this question before since you do not eagerly run for the nearest brothel when you are in a town. “No alternative.” You shake your head quickly before lifting your ale to your lips. “In fact, I might go seek out the brothel after my bath. Give you some privacy.”

Tovar hums in response, knowing that you will be buried in a cunt. Every man needs to find pleasure after traveling so far. He fancies another whore for himself but first, he needs to wash. “Sounds like a plan amigo.”

You stand up, finished with your meal. “Good, I’ll go bathe then. Spent the morning reshodding my horse.” You explain, not that you need to. “That way I can find my pleasure faster.” You swallow down the last of your ale and set the tankard down, turning and walking out of the tavern.

Pero grunts, watching you go and he realizes his eyes are focused on your ass. It’s round and perky, unlike any man’s ass he has ever seen. He catches himself, shaking his head. He doesn’t need to get involved in fucking his roommate. He looks up at the bar wench, grunting out a request for another ale.

Back in the room, servants have emptied the tub of water from last night and start bringing in buckets to fill it back up. Two hot, steaming buckets for every cold one. Making sure that the bath would stay nice and hot for you. It was a luxury, two baths in two days and you are going to enjoy it, knowing that you will probably not get another chance before you have to move on. When the last pail is poured in and there are two buckets left to rinse off with, you shut the door, quickly stripping off your clothes and moaning in pleasure when you unbind your breasts and sink into the water.

Tovar huffs when he pats his side, searching for his money pouch. He knows he had it earlier. “Fuck.” He growls, realizing he left it in the room. Rubbing his face, he knows he has to make his way back to the room to get his pouch. He stomps his way upstairs, banging his fist on the door in a brief warning before he opens the door, his eyes widening when he sees you sitting in the bathtub.

The scream you give out is decidedly not masculine, yelping in surprise as you try to sink down under the water and hide the way your breasts had most definitely been seen if his wide eyes are any indication. “What are you doing?” You screech. “I wanted privacy!”

Pero’s eyes are still wide as he stands in the doorway. His gaze taking in your hair, your feminine form and his ears still ringing with your less than masculine scream. You’re a woman. His roommate is a woman. “Mierda.” He growls, shutting the door behind him as he walks towards you. “A fucking woman? What - where is your father? Your husband? Your brother? You cannot be alone.”

Because you are a woman, you never stray too far from your dagger, snatching it up and quickly standing, water streaming down your body as you hold it in front of you, dropping your hand from your breasts to move into a stance to defend yourself. “Stay back!” You order harshly, fear and adrenaline flooding your system. You knew this would happen when you were made to share this room. “I will kill you if you touch me.”

Pero raises his hands, a snort of amusement escaping his lips as his dark eyes trail down your figure. He hasn’t seen such a beautiful woman in a while. “Easy chica, I am not going to touch you.” He promises, keeping his hands high so you know he isn’t reaching for his own dagger.

You relax slightly, lowering the dagger slightly and you feel your cheeks heat up when you realize that you are completely naked in front of him. Dropping quickly down so you can get into the water again. “I don’t have a father or a brother.” You tell him, answering his first questions. “I don’t have anyone, that is why I pretend to be a man.”

Tovar understands it’s a man’s world but he doesn’t understand why you feel the need to pretend to be a man. “Why aren’t you married? You’re a beautiful woman. You could easily find a man to protect you.” He tilts his head, slowly lowering his hands.

You snort and shake your head. “No.” You spit flatly. “I don’t want a man to set me up in his home to wash his clothes and cook his food while he goes off and spends what little he earns on whores in the next village.” You had seen plenty of what men were like.

Tovar shrugs, “fair enough. Most men are pigs to their wives. Cheating, abusive, possessive. That is why I never married. I cannot offer a stable home to a wife and a family, that’s why I travel, selling my sword. You want a man who will be loyal to you and only you?” He asks, mostly from curiosity.

You shrug. “Is that so much to ask?” You offer. “I would bear his children, warm his bed. Is it unreasonable to ask that he not fuck anything that would spread their legs for him?” You snort. “I would be expected to only let him in my body.” You relax into the tub, feeling better now that he has said that. It makes you think he isn’t as bad as the men you had ridden here with. You had already decided that you would part ways with that group, not liking them very much. You had already collected your coins and were ready to find something safer.

Pero takes a risk by sitting down on his bunk closer to the tub in the center of the room. “No, it is not too much to ask but it is not the way of the world. Most men would want their wife to only fuck them while they go and sire bastards in every nearby village. I would give anything to have a home, a beautiful wife to return to and worship with my cock - her cock. Only hers. Not having to pay for a woman whose only cry of passion is faked to try and make me cum faster. I would prefer true passion, a woman who soaks my cock with her juices because she is feeling real pleasure.”

“It sounds like a dream.” You admit softly. “I’ve decided that I am going back home.” You reveal. “The cottage my father built before fever took him and my mother.” You had been miserable and needed to leave, but you know the house was still there. The kind old man across the woods had promised you he would look after it.

Offering you a smile, Pero stretches out his legs. “Are you planning to find a farm hand? You’ll need someone to help maintain a cottage. Especially if it has land.” He is intrigued by your moxie, admiring how independent you are.

You hum, thinking about what you will do. “Perhaps I will find some scruffy youths.” You muse. “Offer the ruffians a place to sleep and food in their belly in exchange for learning what my father taught me.” You smile softly. “My brother died when he was a babe and my father always swore I was better than any son he could have asked for.”

“And if these ruffians decide to take your land for their own? Or decide to woo you to get you to marry them to take over your land as their own? These are things you need to think of hermosa. Let me guess…you are a virgin. You know nothing of pleasure?” He guesses.

Arching your brow, you send him a knowing smirk. “Let me guess, you are willing to show me pleasure?” You give a small shrug of your shoulders. “I have not spread my legs or allowed a man’s cock in my body, but I do know how to give myself pleasure.” You aren’t ashamed of that, having had to accompany the men to a brothel one day and one woman had seen through your disguise. She had chosen you to take to her room and taught you self pleasure. Worth every coin.

Pero is taken back by that news, intrigued by the prospect that you seek your own pleasure. He’s never known a woman to be so forward, so self assured. “So you are not intrigued by the thought of finding pleasure on a cock?”

You pick up the soap and start washing your body, since he has no intention of leaving it seems, you will continue on. “I am.” You admit, dragging the bar over your skin. “But I also am not just going to trust my pleasure to a man.” You look over at him with a raised brow. “The last woman you paid for, did you give her pleasure?”

Pero chuckles, “that’s not what I pay for. Now, if a woman comes into my bed voluntarily, I would endeavor to make her cum as many times as possible. I am not a selfish lover unless I pay for the pleasure. You’ve never had a man show you what you can feel. Your feeble fingers could never compare to thick digits pushing into your cunt.”

Your stomach flutters and your cunt clenches at his words but you don’t make a sound as you continue to wash your body. Your eyes slide over to where he is sitting on his bed, watching you. “And I see that you are volunteering to show me?” You ask in amusement. “Eager to save the coin you would have spent in the brothel?”

Pero raises his eyebrows. “You tell me, hermosa. You want me to slide my tongue into your cunt? Make you cum from my mouth before I slide my fingers into your pussy? Make you soak them before I take your innocence? Make you cum on my cock? That’s your decision, hermosa.”

You can’t deny that it sounds wonderful but he is scruffy and unkempt. You snort and raise a brow. “Do you proposition everyone you share a room with?” You tease lightly. “If I am to consider it, you would need to bathe.”

Tovar hums in satisfaction that you are even considering it. He smirks, shifting over to the tub to lean over you, his hands on either side of you. “Well it’s a good thing I am next to bathe. I am going to shave and cut my hair too. If I am to your satisfaction, shall I expect the permission to bury my face in your cunt?”

You shiver slightly, knowing that if he were a different type of man, he would just force his will. But he’s giving you a choice and that is incredibly attractive, even if you had already thought him ruggedly handsome. You lean in, your lips mere inches from his own. “If you are, I will let you show me pleasure.” You promise with a smirk of your own.

Pero chuckles, “better hurry up and finish your bath hermosa so I can get in and clean up.” He winks at you, a little confused that you aren’t slapping him in the face and telling him to fuck off. “If you wish for me to fuck you, you will need to let me bathe.”

Your bath is almost over, so you quickly finish, standing up and reaching for the drying cloth. You know his eyes are on you as you step out and start drying your body, moving over to your saddle bags so you can pull out the gauzy nightgown you have been eager to wear. Since he knows you are a woman, there is no reason you should not wear it now. “So bathe, unless you want fresh water.” You tell him as you turn around and watch as he starts to get undressed.

He’s bathed in muddy rivers, he is happy to share bath water with you. Untying his armor, he lets it fall to the floor before he unties his blouse, shrugging it off until he pulls off his boots, keeping his eyes on you as he unties breeches.

You have seen cocks before. You don’t travel with men, pretending to be one without seeing it. They tend to whip it out and piss wherever convenient, even thinking you are odd when you want privacy. But watching him undress is breathtaking. Smooth skin littered with a smattering of scars, dark, coarse hard around a thick cock that was not quite flaccid.

Tovar doesn’t act embarrassed about his currently hardening cock. He knows he is attracted to you. He can see your tits through the gauzy gown and he is eager to touch you. Knowing he has to clean up, he kicks his breeches aside and steps into the tub, lowering himself slowly as he keeps his eyes on yours.

At least he will bathe. You watch curiously, smirking slightly when he picks up the bar of soap that you had used. He will smell like flowers when he is done. You lift a brow and motion to your saddle bag. “Do you wish to use my shears?”

“Yes please. That would be good.” He settles back into the metal tub, sighing at the still warm water. He is happy to be able to clean up, to cut his hair and feel clean for the first time in God knows how long. “Would you mind helping me with my hair?” He asks once you have the shears.

Nodding, you move over to the tub and kneel down behind him. Combing through his wet hair with your fingers, you start to cut his hair off in large hanks to work it into a manageable length. “I’m sure you will feel better.” You comment lightly as he continues to wash.

His stomach twists at your gentle touch, hacking away at his tangled locks until his head feels better. “Thank you, hermosa.” He murmurs, closing his eyes for a moment before he begins to wash himself up with the soap.

“I don’t think that I learned your name.” You admit softly, giving your name right after that. “If I am considering letting you into my bed, I would like to know.” All you know is that he is Spanish, a mercenary and likes to spend his coin at the brothel, although he says that he would be faithful to a wife. He has more honor than most men you have met.

“Tovar. Pero Tovar.” He reveals, repeating your name with a soft smile. It’s beautiful and it rolls right off of his tongue. “You are considering me in your bed?” He teases, a smirk on his face as he reaches for the razor blade so he can shave his face.

“Depends on how you look without that beard.” You tease back, gathering up the hair you had trimmed and standing so you can throw it in the fireplace. “Although right now, I have to say that you are going to be in my bed rather than your own after you get out of the water.”

Tovar chuckles before he begins to shave, knowing he has to get the mass off before he can style it. “Can you get me that mirror, hermosa?” He asks, looking at you with a smile.

Reaching for the silver backed glass, you bring it over and had it to him. “Do you need me to hold it for you?” You don’t know why you offer, but you do, wanting to watch him shave.

“Yes please, hermosa.” He says, watching as you collect it and hold it out towards him. He is methodical, quickly shaving off the excess until he is left with the mustache he prefers. A satisfied hum escaping his lips as he admires himself for a moment before he stands up, his semi in your face as he reaches for the rag to dry himself off.

You don’t know why, but you reach out and touch his cock. Making him jolt in surprise when your fingers wrap around it curiously. It’s intriguing, both soft and hard at the same time, pulsing in your hand and making you chuckle quietly.

Tovar groans, looking down at your fingers wrapped around his cock, and he groans, his length twitching in your hand. “Hermosa.” He grunts, letting you explore home

You smirk, realizing he likes your touch. Your other hand comes up to cradle the soft sacs underneath his cock. Gasping when they move and your eyes dart back to his face to make sure you didn’t hurt him, but his filthy moan makes you think he likes that.

Pero wants to touch you. This is about your pleasure. He gently reaches for your wrist, taking you off of his cock, and he steps out of the bath, water dripping off of his skin. “Come here, hermosa. I want to kiss you.” He reaches for you and pulls you close, pressing his lips to yours.

You’ve kissed before. Once. It was a sloppy, unpleasant affair with the butcher’s boy. His lips were slimy and his breath fetid, but this is nothing like that. Pero’s lips are warm, slightly chapped and the edges catch against your own as he brushes them back and forth slightly. Making you reach up and hold onto his broad shoulders while your stomach flips pleasantly and your mind gets fuzzy.

His hand grips your waist, pulling you closer, and he slides his tongue into your mouth, tilting your head with his free hand to take control of the kiss when you relax against him.

Your gasp is swallowed by him, making you melt and he can explore. His tongue is demanding and exciting as he slides it around and makes your pulse speed up. Your heart pounds in your chest and the heat between your thighs tells you that this man is already making your sex weep.

Tovar groans into your mouth, kissing along your neck. He knows you need to cum on his fingers, he needs to feel it. His hand trails along your side until he is squeezing your tit, loving how you react when he pinches your nipple, swallowing the squeal you push into his mouth.

You love the feeling of the large hand cupping your breast, squeezing and massaging it in his hand. Letting your own hands wander over his shoulders, his chest. Scraping your fingernail over a nipple and making him groan.

His other hand trails down your side, caressing the skin before he bunches up your gown in a fist, ducking his hand under it so he can cup your cunt. He groans when he finds you wet and he quickly locates your clit, rubbing slow circles on the bundle of nerves.

You have to give him credit for knowing that your pleasure comes from that little button of nerves. Moaning softly and letting your fingers dig into his flesh when you feel him rubbing it with determination. He was right, his fingers are bigger, covering more of you and your knees tremble slightly. “Fuck.”

He groans at how wet you are, rubbing your clit a little faster as he massages your breast. He is already intoxicated by you. He is eager to give you pleasure, show you how good it can be. He wants to show you what a lover should be.

You let him work you, tilting your hips towards his hand and whimpering quietly. Wanting to see if the pleasure you could find at your own hand would be even better at his. “Pero.” You gasp, twitching when you feel even better after a particularly good swipe of his fingers.

Pero leans in to kiss along your neck, his voice raspy as he coos, “does it feel good, hermosa?” He rubs your clit a little faster, wanting to hear you cum. He wants you to feel as much pleasure as possible.

“Yes.” You gasp out the word, knowing that your body is starting to get ready. Your stomach is clenching and your nipples tighten even more under your nightgown. Standing in the middle of the room you are sharing with him, you tip your head back and cry out in pleasure.

“Good girl, hermosa.” He slides his fingers down to circle your dripping cunt, dipping his fingers in before he presses his thumb against your clit. “Cum.” He orders, needing you to cry out louder

“Pero!” Your cry of his name is loud, no doubt alerting the other guests that at least one of the men who were staying in this room had brought a woman in. You don’t care though, too busy riding out your high against his hand.

Pero works you through it, kissing along your neck and groaning at how wet you are, soaking his fingers with your cum. He doesn’t push for more, not wanting to take advantage until you tell him you want more. “How did that compare to your fingers? Your self pleasure?”

“It was good.” You admit. “I did not control it, so it was very good.” You turn your head and press your lips to his. “Have you done that often? Pleasured women with your fingers or your tongue?” You aren’t judging, just curious to know how he had learned to pleasure a woman with something other than his cock. The women at the brothels talked, most agreeing that men only cared about their own pleasure.

Pero smirks, “I’ve pleasured women with my tongue. Are you looking for me to make you cum on my tongue?” He asks, his fingers swiping through your cum slick folds as he waits for your answer. His lips continuing to kiss along your neck before he pauses, wanting your response.

“You might as well show me.” You tease. “You promised me after all.” You tilt your head to give him more room, reaching down to touch his now iron hard cock. “Especially since I want to see if I can cum on that next.”

Nodding, Pero guides you back towards your cot, gently laying you down. He reaches for the hem of your gown, tugging it over your head once you lift up and he tosses it across the room, groaning at the sight of your naked flesh. He wastes no time in leaning down to wrap his lips around your nipple, biting down gently before he sucks.

You gasp, squeezing your eyes closed and moaning his name when he soothes it with his tongue. Keeping your body taunt underneath his and not minding when your nails dig into his skin. “Oh fuck.” You whine, loving the attention on your tits.

He hums, enjoying your reactions as he switches to your other tit, repeating the action as he bites down on your nipple. “Fuck, hermosa.” He rasps against your skin, his breath hot as he exhales over your hardened bud, waiting to hear your cry of enjoyment.

“Pero.” You moan softly, reaching down to tangle your fingers back into his much shorter locks. Scratching your short nails over his scalp and hearing him growl. “You like that?” You ask breathlessly, scratching into his hair again.

“Fuck. Yes. I do hermosa. Mierda.” He groans and kisses the skin between your tits. “Do it again when my tongue is buried in your cunt.” He orders, kissing down your stomach until he settles between your thighs, pushing them open so he can admire the curls that cover your sex. “Fuck.” He hisses, leaning in to inhale your scent. “You smell good.”

You don’t know what you expected but the heat and firm lap of his tongue against your wet folds is surprising enough that your back comes up off the bed. Fingers tugging on his hair. “Oh, oh fuck!” You cry out, nearly sobbing the words as your hips push down against his mouth. “Oh God!”

He smirks, knowing you are already enjoying this, and it makes him want to go even faster, deeper, harder to make you cum. He flicks his tongue over your clit, dark eyes watching you as he flicks it again, waiting for your reaction.

“Peroooooo.” Your eyes burst open from where they had been closed right and your entire body lurches as if that one little spot controls the entire thing. “Again.” You beg, wanton and moaning again, your nails scratching his head just like he had told you to do.

He growls into your flesh, loving how you cry out and he repeats the action before sucking your clit into his mouth. His eyes close when the tang of your arousal hits his taste buds and he loves it, sucking harder.

It’s unlike anything you have ever been able to do yourself and you love it. Moaning again when you look down and see the top of his head, his mouth buried in your cunt in obvious enjoyment. He likes this too. That thought makes you even wetter, a clenching of your stomach that makes you push your hips down even more. “Oh fuck.” You whine softly.

Pero slides his tongue lower, pushing it into you with a groan when he tastes how wet you are. “Fuck yes.” He hisses, lapping at your folds, flicking his tongue over your clit, desperate now for you to cum apart on his tongue.

It doesn’t take long until the pressure is about to burst inside you. Your legs pressing against his head as your thighs close around it. “Pero, Pero…oh shit, I-“ You wail as your entire body locks up in pleasure, flooding your system in sweet heat.

He grunts into your flesh, completely smothered by you and he fucking loves it. Working you through it, he swears he nearly cums himself from the intensity of your orgasm. He fucking loves how you cry out his name. Pero decides he needs to do this again. When you push his head away, he kisses along your inner thighs.

“Oh fuck.” Your chest heaves and your fingers unfurl from his hair. “That was- that was wonderful.” You tell him honestly. You had never pleasured yourself as well as that and you wouldn’t lie. You pity women who don’t get to experience that.

Pero rests his cheek on your thigh, his cock is throbbing but he doesn’t rush you as he kisses your lower stomach, waiting for you to relax and tell him you want him to fuck you. “Satisfied, hermosa?” He asks, his cock pulsing against the cot beneath him.

“Is it better?” You ask with a small giggle. “If your cock is better than your tongue, you might kill me.” Your joke is accompanied by a smile, lifting your head up to look down at him and lifting a brow in surprise that he is not already inside you.

He raises his eyebrows as he smirks. “You’ll be the one to decide that. I swear to God I will try to make you scream my name so loud, the fucking King hears you.” He promises, shifting to hover over you, his hard cock pressed against your thigh. He is desperate to be inside of you but he won’t do it without you telling him you’re ready. “Are you ready?” He asks.

You have heard what to expect, there will be some pain, although you don’t know if that will be the case. You have been riding a horse for too long to expect that your innocence is still intact. You bite your lip and nod, bracing yourself for the rough thrust into your body. “I am ready,”

He nods, shifting his weight onto one arm before he reaches down to grip his cock, positioning himself at your dripping entrance, he looks into your eyes as he pushes slowly into you. He pauses, waiting for any sign of pain, and continues when you don’t cry out. You’re so tight already, taking his breath away.

You have never felt this full. Tilting your head back and moaning softly when his hips are pushed against your pelvis and it feels like his cock is up in your throat. “Oh fuck.” You pant breathlessly. “No wonder there are so many babies.” You murmur, knowing full well that sex is what leads to birthing a child.

Tovar chuckles, nodding in agreement. “I will pull out and spill my seed on your stomach, hermosa. We will not bear a child anytime soon.” He vows, knowing that neither of you live a life conducive to having a child. “You feel marvelous .” He exhales, leaning in to bury his face in your neck.

You groan softly, relieved that he will not get you with child, yet you wonder how it would feel. It’s not like you’ve experienced it before, being filled - or bearing a child. Your legs slide up, wrapping around his thighs as they rest open, his body pinning them apart so he can grind into you deeper. “I- I feel you deep.” You whisper. “So deep inside me.”

Pero pants, closing his eyes as he tries to summon some stamina. You’re so tight and it’s overwhelming, being with a woman he hasn’t paid. Something he hasn’t done in a while. He slowly pulls out of you, pushing back in even slower so you feel all of him. “You are - es cielo.” He rasps, starting a steady pace now that you are okay.

You love the drag of his cock inside you, feeling it pull and push you deeper into the bed. Your nails scrub down his back in pleasure and you moan again. Closing your eyes and feeling him move over you. Turning your head and kissing his shoulder.

He loves this. You aren’t faking any cries or pretending to cum. You are real. This is real. It makes him desperate to feel you cum around him. “Feels better than your self pleasure?” He teases, kissing your neck before he playfully nips the skin.

Gasping when you feel his teeth on your skin, clenching down around his length moving inside you. “Yes.” You admit breathlessly, shamelessly. It is better than anything else and you won’t deny that.

He continues working his cock in and out of you, repeating his bite that made you clamp down on his cock. “Good. It should always feel like this. Never let a man touch you without the intent of giving you pleasure.” He declares, thrusting a little harder and deeper inside of you.

It’s curious that he is telling you this when he freely admits that he does not give the women he pays pleasure. Such a juxtaposition makes you wonder how many other things don’t match up with this mercenary. Instead, you groan in agreement and tighten your legs around him, holding on for the ride.

Thrusting deeper, he groans when your walls flutter around his cock, making him groan out. He shifts, needing you to cum, and reaches between you to rub your clit. “Cum for me hermosa.”

You whine at the extra stimulation, tucking your legs around his and tilting your hips up. “Oh God, Pero.” You whimper quietly, feeling your body start to tense up.

“That’s it. That’s it. Just let go.” He orders, thrusting into you a little harder as he works your clit. When you clamp down on his cock, he grunts and closes his eyes before he opens them, desperate to watch you fall apart beneath him.

Your head tilts back, exposing your throat as you cry out. Stars bursting behind your lids in pleasure. Your body tightens up like a bow string and your walls grip him as your cunt spasms. Making you feel better than you ever had in your life.

He can’t say anything, his mind blank to anything but the sheer pleasure of feeling your cunt grip his cock. Soaking him with your cum. It’s intoxicating and he doesn’t want this to end. He wants to cum but the need to feel you cum again has him working you through it to push you onto the next orgasm.

You can’t believe that he was still going. Most of the women had told you that men were done within moments, if not just a minute. This was more and you were overwhelmed and grateful that it was lasting. “Oh fuck, oh fuck!” You squeal when he thrusts roughly and hits something amazing inside you.

Pero thrusts into you, a deep groan escaping his lips, and he needs you to cum again. He pulls out of you abruptly, grabbing your hips to flip you onto your stomach. He straddles your thighs, gripping his drenched cock as he thrusts back into you.

Clawing at the bedding, you cry out again. The angle is different and it’s rougher, faster paced than before. Making you gasp and sob his name while pushing your hips back when his cock drives you down into the bed. “P-p-pero!” Your stuttered squeal is accompanied by your toes curling and you feel your entire body seize up in exquisite pleasure.

Pero growls, the soft and gentle side of him abandoned as he thrusts deep and hard into you. “Mierda, hermosa. So good. So fucking good.” He growls, his hand reaching for yours and he squeezes as his hips slam against your ass.

You didn’t know a man could be both rough and gentle at the same time. His hand holding yours was sweet while the way that he buries his cock inside your body is anything but. Still, it makes your walls flutter around him and you know you are about to cum again. “Shit, I- Oh Peroooooo!” You practically scream as your orgasm washes over you and every thought but the way he feels shredding up inside you disappears.

He rests his forehead on your neck as you clamp down around him and soak his cock. “Jesus. So - so - fuck.” He groans at how tight you are. He’s so fucking close and he can’t hold back. Rapidly thrusting his hips, he works you through your own high while seeking his own. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuckkkk.” He roars, barely remembering to pull out of you and he doesn’t even have time to wrap his fingers around his cock before he cums, painting his seed over your ass and back while his chest heaves.

Your body trembles, cunt missing the feeling of him filling you up already and you wonder how that would have felt if he had been deep inside you when he came. Panting, you turn your head to rest your cheek on the cool sheets and close your eyes, sighing in complete bliss. “Th-that was - wow.” You giggle breathlessly.

Pero kisses along your spine as he hovers over you before he shifts to lay down next to you. His fingers stroke your shoulder as he looks at you. “So you enjoyed it?” He teases, loving that you seem so boneless.

You moan in approval as you nod, opening your eyes so you can look at him. “I did.” You admit it easily. “It’s hard not to enjoy it when I get so much pleasure out of it.” You giggle again and struggle slightly to push yourself up to your elbows. “No wonder men spend all their money in the brothels. If it feels half as good as that, I would be there too.”

Pero chuckles, “it depends on the woman. Sometimes, it’s just a release. Tonight, for me, it was pleasure beyond anything I’ve ever known.” He admits with flushed cheeks. He has never felt like this when he touched a woman but you ignited something within him that made him feel like he’s on fire. “You should never settle for a man that won’t make you feel like that.” He reminds you, stroking your cheek.

Humming, your eyes flutter at the soft touch. “Except, I would have to let the man touch me to find out if he brings me pleasure.” You lay back down and his hand follows you, making you close your eyes again and just let him caress you how he pleases. “I should just save myself the trouble of finding another man and bring you.” You find him handsome, he has been kind to you and he is honorable despite being in a position not to be. What more could you ask for in a man?

“Is that an offer?” He asks, trying to act playful but his heart flips in his chest. If you would accompany him, he would protect you.

You offer him a soft smile and he swears he would follow you anywhere if you looked at him like this. “And if it is?” You counter, making him smirk.

“Then I would accept. I’d be happy to accompany you wherever you want. My sword is yours, hermosa. You simply need to say yes. You could continue pretending to be a man or you can dress however you want. I’ll protect you either way.” He promises, cupping your cheek

“Would you still want to roam, to sell your sword?” You ask softly, knowing he might not want to give up his life as it is now. “I want to return home and tend to the garden that has lain fallow since my father’s death, and air out the cottage he built.” You wonder if that kind of life would appeal to him. “Sleep in a warm bed every night and have cover from storms.”

Pero ponders it for a moment. He imagines it, tending the land for you, repairing the cottage and lighting the fire at the end of the day before he gives you pleasure. Or he can continue riding the lands, selling his sword despite being of an advanced age, his back starting to ache and his hair going gray. Pero always knew he’d die in battle but he imagines dying in a warm bed, surrounded by a family. Perhaps you could give that to him. “I think I would like that too.” He responds hesitantly, biting his lip.

Your smile is wide, making you lean in and press your lips to his and soothing his teeth from the bottom. “You will enjoy it.” You promise. “There is plenty of game in the woods to hunt.” You smirk. “Plus the creek is nearby to make sure we take baths often.”

“That sounds wonderful, hermosa. Perhaps, we can continue sharing a room?” He teases, leaning in to kiss you once more. “I want you to be mine. I will protect you, cherish you, and pleasure you.” He promises, “I want to make you happy.”

You sigh happily and nod. “I want that.” You tell him softly. “I am inviting you back to my father’s house to build a life with me if you are willing. Perhaps children one day?” You ask, lifting your brow in question. He might not want children, even if he had talked about a family earlier.

Nodding, Pero smiles at you. “I’d like that. A life together. A family. You’re a firecracker and I know you will keep me on my toes. I don’t want a boring life, hermosa. I want a life I can look back on when I die and know it was lived to its full potential. I know you can help me achieve that. I want to be yours, you be mine. I don’t have much but I can offer you my body, my mind, and eventually, sometime soon,” He predicts, “my heart.”

That surprises you but you smile back at the man you had been hesitant to share a room with just a couple of days before. “I will offer you the same thing.” You promise him. “We will look back and laugh at how we met later on. Sharing a room has turned into so much more.”

He chuckles, nodding in agreement once more. “My future wife was dressed as a man when I first met her.” He hums in amusement. “I pray you don’t bind these beautiful tits anymore. I want to have easy access to them.”

He rolls you over so he can attach his lips to your nipple, making you moan. Pero is ready to make you cum again. He will have to give more coins to the innkeeper to allow him another two days to satisfy his future wife. He never imagined that sharing a room with a strange man would lead to his life changing forever. Pero is not a Godly man but he will forever be thankful for you coming into his life.

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Choosing was super hard because there are so many insanely good quotes in the books and I love several of them for very different reasons, but I'll try and give it a go anyways. So: five of my favorite Six of Crows quotes (because I still haven't read the SaB trilogy), in no particular order:

Kaz and Inej, on getting back up after a fall:

Get it together, Brekker, he scolded himself harshly. It didn’t help. He was going to faint again, and this would all be over. Inej had once offered to teach him how to fall. “The trick is not getting knocked down,” he’d told her with a laugh. “No, Kaz,” she’d said, “the trick is in getting back up.” More Suli platitudes, but somehow even the memory of her voice helped. He was better than this. He had to be. Not just for Jordie, but for his crew. He’d brought these people here. He’d brought Inej here. It was his job to bring them out again. The trick is in getting back up. He kept her voice in his head, repeating those words, again and again, as he stripped off his boots, his clothes, and finally his gloves. -Ch. 22, Six of Crows

Matthias asking for mercy for monsters/the "we are all someone's monster" observation:

“Nina,” he said, hand still pressed over the smooth skin on his chest where a bullet wound should be. “Nina, please.” “You know they would not offer you mercy, Matthias.” “I know. I know. But let them live in shame instead.” She hesitated. “Nina, you taught me to be something better. They could be taught, too.” Nina shifted her gaze to his. Her eyes were ferocious, the deep green of forests; the pupils, dark wells. The air around her seemed to shimmer with power, as if she was alight with some secret flame. “They fear you as I once feared you,” he said. “As you once feared me. We are all someone’s monster, Nina.” -Ch. 41, Six of Crows

Wylan and Kaz's entire conversation about disability and vulnerability while cracking Van Eck's safe:

He thumbed quickly through the ledger and said, “When people see a cripple walking down the street, leaning on his cane, what do they feel?” Wylan looked away. People always did when Kaz talked about his limp, as if he didn’t know what he was or how the world saw him. “They feel pity. Now, what do they think when they see me coming?” Wylan’s mouth quirked up at the corner. “They think they’d better cross the street.” Kaz tossed the ledger back in the safe. “You’re not weak because you can’t read. You’re weak because you’re afraid of people seeing your weakness. You’re letting shame decide who you are. Help me with the painting.” They lifted the portrait back into place over the gaping hole in the safe. Martin Van Eck glared down at them. “Think on it, Wylan,” Kaz said as he straightened the frame. “It’s shame that lines my pockets, shame that keeps the Barrel teeming with fools ready to put on a mask just so they can have what they want with no one the wiser for it. We can endure all kinds of pain. It’s shame that eats men whole.” -Ch. 18, Crooked Kingdom

Inej vs. Dunyasha on the Church of Barter rooftop, refusing to be cowed on her own turf:

“The blood you spill is the blood of kings,” seethed Dunyasha. “You are not fit for such a gift.” Inej almost felt sorry for her. Dunyasha really believed she was the Lantsov heir, and maybe she was. But wasn’t that what every girl dreamed? That she’d wake and find herself a princess? Or blessed with magical powers and a grand destiny? Maybe there were people who lived those lives. Maybe this girl was one of them. But what about the rest of us? What about the nobodies and the nothings, the invisible girls? We learn to hold our heads as if we wear crowns. We learn to wring magic from the ordinary. That was how you survived when you weren’t chosen, when there was no royal blood in your veins. When the world owed you nothing, you demanded something of it anyway. Inej raised a brow and slowly wiped the blood of kings on her trousers. -Ch. 35, Crooked Kingdom

And Inej at the harbor...hopeful, in love, and ready to take on the world with her boy and her ship:

Had she really thought the world didn’t change? She was a fool. The world was made of miracles, unexpected earthquakes, storms that came from nowhere and might reshape a continent. The boy beside her. The future before her. Anything was possible. -Ch. 44, Crooked Kingdom

#asks #six of crows #crooked kingdom #soc duology #inej ghafa #kaz brekker #wylan van eck #nina zenik #matthias helvar #there are soooooo many good quotes and I honestly wanted to use some of the funny and romantic ones #but these ones jumped out at me upon thinking about them #(the way I wanted to quote the entire kaz-van eck conversation from SOC Ch. 3 about exposing Van Eck's hypocrisy...rip to me)#(also there's a couple of jesper quotes I hold very close to my heart but these ranked just a tiny bit higher)

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Hi! Who from YTTD cast would use 200 tokens to escape alone and who wouldn't, if they magically could obtain them all?

Sara Chidouin - I feel like this would be an optional ending...so maybe depending on how you play her! The Sara's who are currently somewhere with Nao would likely be open to this option, but the Sara's who spare Kanna would not be as open minded.

Joe Tazuna - I don't think Joe would. He was hesitating to escape when he could have escaped with his best friend in the world, I don't think he could bring himself to escape if it meant abandoning Sara.

Gin Ibushi - No. Gin says in 3B that it bothers him that the group help him all the time and he can't help them back, so I really don't think he'd leave his friends to die.

Keiji Shinogi - My gut instinct says no, but I still think he would do something sleezy with the coins. Like use them to his bartering advantage and also as a way to gain trust from the others.

More Undercut

Alice Yabusame - No. Alice wouldn't abandon his allies.

Reko Yabusame - No. Reko wouldn't abandon her allies.

Nao Egokoro - I don't think she would UNLESS she had the sacrfice card in her hands and literally no other option to survive. I think she would save herself in that case, but she says herself that she didn't want to betray anyone when she had the sacrfice card. So I don't think she would leave and doom the others unless there was no other way out. Though I think would hesitate a lot if she knew that Sara couldn't come with her.

Kazumi Mishima - I can't see Mishima leaving everyone for death. Especially if Nao was alive.

Q-taro Burgerberg - I just have this weird feeling that he would.

Kai Satou - No. Because that would mean abandoning Sara, the only person he wants to protect.

Kanna Kizuchi - Her guilt in the game is surrounding the death of Kugie and not being able to save her. I couldn't see her being willing to kill other people so she could survive, and I think it would likely be a trigger to her trauma to even consider it.

Shin Tsukimi - I'm going to say no, but not because he's just such a good person. He cares enough about Kanna to throw his life away in her name. I don't think he would turn his back and leave her to die. No matter how scared he is of death.

Dolls

Ranmaru Kageyama - Actually. No. I don't think he would. The reason he wants to kill all of the other participants is to escape with Sara. He sees Sara as a friend, and he's such a lonely person that he heavily values her companionship to unhealthy levels. Therefore, I don't think he'd want a lone victory. I think he'd be much more likely to try and escape using the sacrfice card.

Naomichi Kurumada - At the start of his arc, yes. He believes in winning and thinks it's worthless to have allies. Both of those traits would push him toward the vending machine. However, once he grew to care about the other participants, I don't think anything could have convinced him to leave them for dead.

Anzu Kinashi - Maybe on accident. She would think she was getting an actual soda and then accidentally kill everyone. Oopsie. Maybe that's why she has such a high win rate.

Mai Tsurugi - She absolutely would anywhere in her arc before she stabbed Q-Taro. While Mai's not cruel by any means, she says it herself she wants to live. However, like Q-Taro, her heart tends to waiver, and I don't think would do it after her stabbing arc. Yet, I think it's decently likely she'd still consider it for a second before rejecting the idea.

Shunsuke Hayasaka - I think he'd consider it, but then come to the conclusion that he couldn't kill Gin.

Hinako Mishuku - I don't think she would since she's a ASU-NARO agent, and would likely to be told to not do anything so the games could have an actual participant win.

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Steve’s No Good, Very Bad Day

This is something a little different from what I usually do so I hope you guys like it! Please leave your thoughts and title ideas in the comments!

~*~*~*~

Steve was just wrapping up at work one day, getting ready to run some errands when the kids stampeded through the door. He hardly even had time to sigh before Dustin was trying to negotiate for him to give them a ride to the community pool.

“Steve, it’s eighty four degrees outside right now and the community pool is a mile away. If we bike there in these conditions, we could get heat stroke and die. What kind of friend would you be if you let us die when you could’ve prevented it? Since we all know you’re my best friend, you should give us a ride.”

“Dude, no. I have errands to run and I’m really not in the mood to babysit,” Steve said, shaking his head. He had better things to do than drive them around town all day. Like buying himself groceries and toilet paper, interesting stuff.

“Please, Steve? We’re counting on you! Just give us a ride and we’ll leave you alone for the rest of the weekend!” Lucas bartered.

“I’m hosting DnD at my house tomorrow,” Steve said, completely deadpan.

“And we’ll leave you alone until then!” Dustin jumped in. “Please?”

“Son of a bitch, fine! Go wait by my car. Jesus Christ, you’re truly annoying. You know that, right?”

“Thanks Steve!” Dustin called and ran to wait by his car.

Steve just sighed and shook his head. He didn’t sign up for this. He loves those kids but goddamn, he just wanted one day to himself after working customer service and faking smiles all morning. Nevertheless, he climbed into his car and cranked the AC before heading towards the pool.

“So where’s Will, Max, and El? Are you guys hanging out with them today too?”

“Of course we are,” Dustin answered snootily. “They’re our friends.”

“They’re meeting us at the pool,” Lucas added.

“Well, thank you Lucas for answering my question,” he turned to look at Dustin in the passenger seat. “You need to lose the ‘tude, Henderson. I’m doing you shitheads a favor. Tone it down.”

“Sorry,” Dustin muttered.

They traveled the rest of the way in silence with only the soft tones of Simon and Garfunkel playing softly through the radio. When they turned into the pool’s parking lot, something felt off. Steve couldn’t put his finger on it. Nothing looked out of the blue but something was wrong, he was certain.

“Stay in the car, I’ll be right back.” He opened his door and Henderson opened his as well. “Dustin, please. Just stay in the car for a minute.”

“Wha- but…”

“Dustin!” He gave him a confused look but shut the door regardless.

Steve saw Max, Will, and El rounding the corner and ran up to them. They looked fine too but something still felt off. His stomach was twisting in warning and he didn’t know why.

“Hey guys-”

“Steve? I didn’t know you’d be coming. We could’ve used the ride,” Max snarked.

“Listen, something feels off. Get in my car,” Steve told them. His heart started beating faster and he could feel sweat dripping on his forehead. His adrenaline was going crazy and he didn’t know why.

“Steve, there isn’t enough room. We won’t fit-” Will tried to explain but he was cut off by the sound of gunfire. El threw up her hands to telekinetically redirect the bullets and Steve tackled Max and El to the ground.

He lightly smacked his head on the cement but he picked himself up soon enough. When he looked around the parking lot, there were dozens of government agents facing El with their guns drawn.

“Eleven. We are with a secret department of the United States government. If you come with us peacefully, we’ll let your friends live.” As the woman in charge was talking, Steve noticed a man standing behind El raise his gun to her head.

“El!” He jumped up from the ground the pushed her away from the path of the gun as it fired. He felt a sharp, searing pain in his shoulder and then he was back on the ground.

“Steve!” She looked over at him but he just shook his head with his teeth clenched.

“Kill them!” He felt bad about ordering a kid to kill the fifteen agents, not for them but for her. She didn’t deserve to carry their deaths on her conscience. But as he saw all of their necks snap in unison, he couldn’t help but feel a little relieved.

All of the kids surrounded him worriedly. The boys looked slightly nauseous while Max and El were looking at his shoulder in concern.

“Steve? Are you okay, buddy? I’m pretty sure you got shot.” Dustin told him gently, just as he had in Billy’s Camaro all those years ago.

“El… you okay?” Steve asked her quietly. It was getting harder for him to speak. It felt like there was a fog over him that was pulling him under.

“Of course I am okay, Steve. You were the one that was shot,” she told him matter-of-factly.

“Hmm, yeah makes sense. Fucking... figures,” and then he lost consciousness.

~*~*~*~

When he woke up, it was to a bland hospital room. His head ached, his shoulder throbbed, and his throat was dry. As annoyed as he was with the situation, Steve was glad that he had been there for the kids. Who knew what would’ve happened if he hadn’t gotten there when he did. Would El have that man’s bullet in her head? Would Max and Will be dead due to a slew of bullets? He’s glad he would never have to find out.

He was so lost in his thoughts of what could have happened that he didn’t notice Hopper stepping in until he spoke.

“What the hell were you thinking?” Hopper hissed angrily.

“What do you mean?” Steve asked in confusion. It almost seemed like Hopper was mad at him but he was pretty positive that he had no reason to be.

“Why the hell were you taking the kids to the pool? You know that people are after her and you just took her out into the open? How could you do something so stupid?!”

Steve’s entire body flinched at his comment. “Hop, the kids were going anyway. The only reason I was there was to give Dustin, Lucas, and Mike a ride. The other kids were meeting them there. I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“You’re the adult, Harrington! You should’ve told them no and then none of us would be in this situation!”

“Hop, I’m sorry. Next time I’ll be more careful. I know it must’ve been scary to see your kids like that…”

“You’re not my son!” He screamed at him in fury.

Steve’s blood turned cold. “Wh-what?”

“El is my daughter and your actions almost got her killed! And you put all the other kids in danger too. I don’t know if Joyce and I can forgive you for this, Harrington.”

Hopper shook his head derisively one last time and stalked out of the hospital room. Steve just laid there in shock. He didn’t know why Hopper was so mad at him or why he decided that Steve wasn’t worth any effort anymore. He didn’t know why he always pushed away his parental figures but this was three people now that he managed to disappoint so it had to be an issue with him. All he could do was close his eyes and cry at the unfairness of it all.

~*~*~*~

Between visits from Eddie and Robin, Steve was alone. The kids were banned from seeing him due to what Hopper had coined ‘reckless endangerment’ and it wasn’t like he had anyone else interested in visiting him. So it was a surprise when a chastened Hopper entered his room.

“Hey kid, how are you doing?” He asked him softly.

Steve just stared at him. He wasn’t sure where he and Hop stood after he screamed at him just a few days prior.

“Look Steve, I want to apologize. I uh, I didn’t have all of the information and I blamed you when it wasn’t your fault. I know now that you were there to protect the kids and you did a great job other than getting shot and getting another concussion. I’m sorry.”

“I meant Will. When I said you were worried about your kids. I meant Will and El. I know you don’t consider me your son, why would you? Literally no one wants to be my parent so I get it-”

“Steve, I do consider you my kid. I shouldn’t have said that and I only did out of anger. You didn’t deserve that and I’ll make it up to you. You’re going to move into the house with us until you get better,” he promised him.

Steve just shook his head though, “don’t worry about it. Eddie is going to stay at my house until I can use my arm. You don’t have to worry about it.”

“Harrington, I don’t care if I have to kidnap your sorry ass. You’re staying with me, Joyce, and the kids until you’re better.”

“This is part of your apology, threats of kidnapping? What the fuck, Hop?” Steve exclaimed, absolutely perplexed.

“Yeah, did it work?”

Steve huffed, “get me some orange Jello and I’ll consider it.”

They had a ways to go until they were back to where they were but they’d get there. Steve would forgive him in time and Hopper would forgive himself eventually too.

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 1 year

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How's about follower kallamar with a squid reader that is the head doctor and a former follower of his

On the day of your indoctrination...an ugly plague was currently infesting he entire cult. It definitely wasn't the best first impression.

You saw so many sick followers shuffling around, trying not to throw up (although some failed miserably) as they went about their daily tasks.

Lamb excuses themselves to go yell at the healthy followers who didn't bother cleaning all the puke lying around, before sending the sick to their beds and shoving thermometers in their mouths.

And of course, an elder decides to die right next to the goddamn shrine...resulting in those still hanging around to vomit at the sight.

Once everything's slightly under control, Lamb rushes back to officially welcome you into the cult, but you're not impressed at all.

"You promised me sanctuary, Lamb. But all I see is illness and death here...was I right to trust you?"

"....you can blame your "bishop" for all of this......I promise this is a safe haven."

You give them the benefit of the doubt, considering they did save you from being sacrificed to Kallamar.

But when asked why his followers chose you, you explained that you're actually a doctor who treated a lot of sicknesses back in Anchordeep. Sore throats, stomach bugs, flu, pox, etc. You were seen as sort of a miracle worker.

Unfortunately Kallamar saw your skills as a threat to his power, insisting only he can perform "miracles" and decide who's worthy of healing...and his fanatics were inclined to agree.

Luckily, your new leader allowed you to take on that role once again without fear of persecution, and you got the plague under control practically overnight.

You've implemented a system where every follower got a regular checkup. Even if they looked or felt fine, it's better to be safe than sorry.

When Lamb started bartering with ???, they gifted you a gold immortality necklace to ensure you didn't die of old age (seriously, they needed your medical expertise).

You already had a skull necklace, but were grateful nevertheless.

Ironically, Kallamar became the most troubling patient when he arrived into the cult, getting sick right off the bat just from his spiraling anxiety.

He hid behind a tree upon seeing you.....and Lamb found him, literally having to drag him over to your medbay (now a small building instead of a single shrub hut) and order you to treat him.

Great Ones forbid he caused a plague as both bishop and follower. They weren't going to tolerate that.

Ofc, he was hesitant to say anything to you, but after quietly treating his stomach ache and changing his bandages...he breaks down sobbing on the cot, begging for forgiveness.

"I-I was wrong. You do..s-so much good work. You were thriving, performing all these miracles, and....a-and I tried to take that all away....why heal me?"

"Kallamar, I'm not holding that against you anymore." You reassure him. "You're free of the Blue Crown's influence. I know you didn't really want me dead, did you?"

"..n-no, my...followers suggested it. Cult morale was low a-after what happened to Leshy and Heket so...I had to do something!"

Whether that revelation made you feel better or worse, you find it in your heart to forgive him, never denying him treatment even if others in the cult disagree.

You wanted to help him. One squid healing another.

To this day, he still feels bad visiting your medbay, but with time he becomes more comfortable approaching you whenever he gets sick.

Soon enough you find out one of the primary causes of his stomach pains.

It's cauliflower stew (while there's a 5% chance of sickness for everyone else who consumes it, his is always at 100% for some reason).

As it turns out he, ironically, has a severe cauliflower intolerance.

Poor guy never knew that was a thing.

#clanask #anonymous #cotl x reader #cult of the lamb x reader #follower kallamar #kallamar x reader #cotl kallamar x reader #headcanons #tw vomit #hurt/comfort #platonic

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 1 year

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Ticket for One

Sequel to One is the Loneliest Number, One on One, One Little Thing, Only One I See, One Thing Leads To Another, One Message Waiting, One Day Closer to You, I’m the Only One, Plus One

Warnings: none, Professor Steve (that’s a warning in itself)

The screening is busier than you expect. The event is set up in the auditorium, rows of chairs lined up and the smell of popcorn from the stand just outside wafting in. Jake leads you along the middle of the seats and stops.

“How about here, not too close, not too far,” he asks as he turns and examines the plastic chairs, not ideal for nearly a two hour movie.

“Sure,” you unzip your coat and put your purse on the seat in front of you, “I’m good right here.”

You take off your coat and hang it over the plastic back rest. You take a deep breath, basking in the buttery scent, “I can’t help myself, you want some popcorn?”

“My treat,” he insists.

“Nah, I got it. You got us the tickets, least I can do is pay for my extra butter,” you grin and grab your purse, “I’ll be back, okay?”

“I can come with you, I don’t think anyone would take our seats–”

“Really, it’s cool… I’m kinda wanting to scope out the candy,” you confess guiltily.

“Ah, you a milk duds girl or maybe… licorice? Red vines?”

“Actually, I’m a Twizzlers girl,” you counter.

“Ugh, ew, Twizzlers!?”

“Shhh,” you hit his arm, “right, I’ll get the snacks and you save our seats. I mean it, any pretty girls come up tryna barter mine off you, just keep your eyes forward.”

“Pretty girls? I only got eyes for one.” Your cheeks burn as he looks away bashfully, his own glowing as if he can’t believe what he said, “I mean, yes, ma’am, I will be here,” he sits, “waiting for you.”

You can’t help but giggle before you spin on your heel. It’s definitely a date. Inez is going to tease the fuck out of you. Especially when she finds out you ditched her to watch some old 1970s horror comedy with the biggest nerd she knows. Well, that’s not true, you’re the biggest nerd she knows.

You go back out into the hall and join the zigzagging queue for the popcorn stand manned by the movie buffs who run the film club. You keep your purse hooked over your elbow as you take out your phone and scroll mindlessly as you move with the line before you. As you get closer, you’re jostled slightly and you turn around to see what’s going on as another coed pushes through as he escapes with his bucket of kernels.

“Oh, hey,” Steve startles you as he steals your attention from the aimless student, “I wasn’t sure that was you, you had your face in your phone.”

“Oh, hi, Professor,” you peek around, “I… I didn’t think faculty came to these sorts of things.”

“Well, you know, I got a buddy, he helps out with the film club,” he checks his watch, “you know him, Professor Barnes. Well, he’s late.”

“Ah, makes sense,” you turn back and follow the slow progress to the counter.

“And you? You’re here with Inez?”

“Um, no, she’s working on a paper,” you say evasively, eyeing the single bag of Twizzlers left in the case.

“So you’re here alone?”

“No, I’m… I’m with a friend,” you squint, tearing your attention from your growling stomach.

“Hm,” he grumbles, “have you seen the movie before? It’s a classic.”

“Oh, yeah, one of my faves,” you assure him, “Gene Wilder’s hilarious.”

“I figured, you’re a Shelley fan,” he smiles but it falls quickly as he shifts and reaches into his pocket. He takes out his phone and tuts, “well, looks like I’m going stag tonight…” he stares at the screen, “buddy’s got something going on with his… girlfriend. She’s got, um, she’s got some issues– she’s nice though but, uh, yeah.”

“That’s too bad,” you frown, “but hey, you won’t even notice once the movie starts.”

“Sure, you’re right,” he says, “you know, I was just looking forward to… not being by myself. This time of year, I tend to lock myself up in my office like a hermit.”

You nod and give a sympathetic hum. You can’t imagine how busy it is for professors. You never really thought of it before but you suppose they have just as much work as the panicking students.

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” you twist around, “oh, my turn.” You step away and nearly squeal as you see the licorice still in place, “ooh, can I get those Twizzlers,” you chime, and two popcorns, and, uh, oh shoot, um, two cokes.”

As the girl behind the counter gets your order, you take out your card and wait patiently. You sense Steve not far behind you, a twinge of pity as you see him step up a few feet away to get some popcorn. You pay and balance your haul in your arms, hugging the popcorn and Twizzlers to your sides as you hold the cups.

You hear Steve thank the server as you step away. You pause and look back, his eyes on you, a reluctance. Dammit, you feel bad. He looks even more pathetic with his single popcorn and bottle of water.

“Hey, you wanna sit with me and my friend?” You wait for him just along the edge of the queue, “I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.”

“Oh, he wouldn’t?” He asks doubtfully.

“Yeah, yeah, it should be cool, the more the merrier right?”

“As long as I’m not imposing,” he says hesitantly, “thanks.”

“Well, it’s too bad Professor Barnes couldn’t make it,” you tilt your head.

You turn back and continue on with the flow of students into the auditorium. You peer around and find Jensen among the rabble. You lead Steve down the center aisle and sidle your way towards your date. Or friend. You kind ruined it.

“Hey,” you say as he stands and takes one of the drinks from you, “I hope you don’t mind, I ran into Professor Rogers.”

“Uh, no,” Jensen says, “that’s cool.” He takes a popcorn and you barely keep the licorice from falling, “hi,” he nods at Steve, “I’m Jensen.”

“Rogers,” he counters, “she just said that, sorry.”

You sit in unison, stiffly as an awkward silence forms a bubble around you in the din of the auditorium. You put your popcorn between your legs and sip your drink before hiding it behind the foot of the chair. You tear open the licorice greedily.

“Dessert first? I didn’t take you for the rebellious type,” Jensen kids.

“Oh and what type do you take me for?” You snicker.

“The Twizzlers type, I guess,” he chides, “I’m still… surprised by that one. I thought you had better taste.”

“Well, I’m here with you, aren’t I?”

You laugh and he joins in. You feel a shift at your other shoulder, “damn, you’re the one who got the last package,” Steve says, “I love Twizzlers.”

“Oh? You want one?” You offer, turning back and holding out the open bag.

“You don’t mind?”

“Of course not, I won’t be able to eat it all and this bozo is a Red Vines guy.”

“You mean I have class,” Jensen snips.

“Sure, Jens, if that’s what you wanna call it.”

Steve slides out a Twizzler as he gives an awkward smile. You feel bad. He must feel so out of place with the two of you. You feel worse for Jake, he probably thinks you’re using the professor as a buffer. It’s all a bit confusing, if not a little disappointing.

#steve rogers #dark steve rogers #dark!steve rogers #jake jensen #oop he's in the tags now #the losers #mcu #marvel #professor!steve #au #captain america #avengers #drabble #dark drabble #dark!drabble #series

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razrogue · 3 months

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thanks to you (Astarion & Tav)

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Summary: A simple visit to a vendor sparked something bigger than he could have ever expected…

Astarion couldn’t recall as a spawn or from his previous life, having anyone on his side that looked after him. Took care of him. Believed in him when others doubted. Gan had been honest about what they wanted even when he hadn’t been so forthright. Even when he was set in his old instinctive ways and trying to keep up his mask, they just chipped away at it at every turn. Many nights they'd walk off from camp, talking about whatever. It was superficial at first, he played the cards he knew. Smile, flirt, seduce, manipulate, it was all familiar for him. Over time though, his usual tactics began failing him. The fractures continued and the facade began to fall away. Then they reached Moonrise and it all seemed like it was ready to come down at last.

She’d introduced herself as Araj Oblodra, trader in the sanguineous arts. A bit over the top he thought to himself but nothing wrong with a little flair. As she chatted away with Gan, he’d noticed her eyes kept darting over to him while they talked stock and potions. Gan noticed it too and finally asked what was her deal.

“You haven't stopped looking at my companion since we walked up,” Gan replied, mildly annoyed. The trader finally spoke up about her sideways glances.

“Perhaps we could discuss your friend. He’s a vampire, no? A spawn perhaps?”

Astarion swiftly threw up his hands innocuously, "Oh don't worry, we're all friends under the Absolute. I won’t bite."

“Oh but I’d prefer if you did. I assume he belongs to you, no?”

Gan glimpsed over at Astarion before answering, barely masking their disdain, “...he’s his own person.”

Araj clapped as if she'd been told a cute joke, “How utterly adorable. You actually let him believe that.”

The audacity of this lady knew no bounds. Gan sensed Gale moving a little closer to them, ready to diffuse if things got a little heated. She proceeded to address him, “do you have a name, spawn?”

“Astarion, b-bb-but wait…” He leaned back. The tension was becoming thick and unnerving, he should have just walked away.

“Good. Now Astarion, I’ve dreamt of being bitten by a vampire since I was a young girl.”

"I’m sorry, what? You want to be bitten?? Actually bitten???" In most situations, people were afraid of that happening and here she was lusting for it.

“To feel your life’s blood slipping away? To dance on the edge between life and death?” The drow closed her eyes as she uttered a barely perceptible moan.

“Yes, I want it. Your efforts won’t go in vain. I can provide you with a potion of legendary power.” Araj crossed her arms as if she was putting up her best and final bartering offer.

“It’s not for sale. I will only part with it if you bite me.”

His response was prompt, though not the one she wanted, "I will have to decline."

“Excuse me?? This is a once in a lifetime opportunity and you’re squandering it.”

His tadpole reached out for Gan’s, teasing at the edges of their mind, the sensation quickly building from uneasy to disgusted.

"I gave you my answer," he huffed with finality.

Astarion watched as the vendor ignored him and continued prodding Gan to make him comply with her request. As the minutes passed, a sinking feeling began weighing on him. He was sure he'd just have to work his way through it for all of their sake. Having traveled with Gan for many weeks now, knowing that they hardly ever hesitated when it came to their own wants and needs, he didn't expect what unfolded in that moment. Gan tilted their head at Araj, listening to the drow sulk about Astarion not fulfilling her wish, speaking about him as if he was a thing for her to play with. Astarion had said no. Gan had backed him up. The vendor had ignored them both. He watched as Gan began closing the distance between them. Araj, still prattling on, was oblivious to the small rogue's motions as she approached. He watched in shock as Araj abruptly quieted, eyes widening a bit in terror as she stared at the hooded elf. The drow slowly stepped back and crashed into the table behind her. Bottles and flasks tumbled over and she took the moment to turn around and attend to the mess. Astarion quickly composed himself before Gan turned around to the party and motioned for them to depart.

Leaving the tower, they had a small trek to get back to Last Light Inn. It gave him time to ponder what had happened and why it'd affected him so much. Almost any other time, he would just check out but he didn't. When he was about to slip back into that darkness, they'd kept him out. Astarion wasn't exactly sure why it touched him in such a way. They didn't really do anything amazing. Not like he’d been swept off his feet. No grand gesture or anything. No sweeping declarations of love which the thought of made him queasy to be honest. They just stood up for him. Didn't walk away when he'd needed them most. And he thought to himself they had a habit of doing that. Whether it was someone by his side, a bandage for his wounds, dining together , or just a good laugh, they'd been there. It was all quite frustrating honestly. No one helped worms like him. Not when there was gold to be had and least of all when they gained nothing in return. Even though their first meeting was by dagger, Gan didn't hold it against him. And after they'd told him it might be useful to have a vampire by their side, he always knew where he stood with them.

All these thoughts racing through his mind, he found it hard to settle once they were back at the inn. Shadowheart and Gale were perched on stools while Gan played bartender and topped everyone off. Astarion sat over by himself, nursing his wine goblet. Why was he feeling this way? What was this? He knew he wouldn’t be able to rest until he’d given them a piece of his mind. He quickly knocked back the goblet and strode towards the bar, determined to get this off his chest and out of his mind so he could think clearly again.

Astarion sidled up next to Gale, faking interest in whatever the three of them were chatting about. When he saw an opening, he nodded, hoping they’d picked up his signal. Still engaged, he saw their eyes quickly dart towards the side door, not missing a beat in their discussion with Shadowheart. He remained for a little bit longer, teasing Gale and debating Shadowheart until he was able to slip away during a natural lull in their discussion.

He headed towards the small cliff just outside the inn by the lake. It was just outside of Isobel’s protection but the fairy’s blessing still illuminated him so he felt safe enough anyway. Astarion didn’t know how much time had passed but between his thoughts and the gentle lapping of the water, he didn’t notice that Gan had finally joined him.

They stood closely beside him, peering out across the water into the vast darkness in silence. The two of them continued to stand there, hands almost grazing, until Astarion couldn't stand it anymore.

"I think we need to talk."

He'd turned to face them, ready to get this bit of unpleasantness over with. He'd say what he had to say, listen to them laugh him off, then all of this could be behind them.

Astarion was gearing up to deflect their response because surely this was going to be a disaster but he wouldn't let them see him suffer. He wouldn't give them the satisfaction.

Gan turned to face him, sliding their cape hood down, freeing their coppery red coils from their hooded confinement. Astarion gasped quietly to himself. This was going to be tougher than he thought and he was wishing he'd drowned the thoughts out with wine so he didn't have to deal with this. They looked up at him and for a quick second he lost himself in their brown depths, until their voice finally broke through the fog.

"Are you all right?"

He didn't expect this to be easy but hearing them ask about his well being was just another crack among the others in his crumbling facade. It wasn't like they'd never asked him before but maybe with the state he was in, this moment felt like a little more than those times. They weren't fresh out of a battle, everyone looking over themselves to make sure no one was injured seriously. This was close and intimate and Astarion decided he better finish quickly.

"What? Oh yes, I think."

He closed his eyes briefly. The scrutiny was too much even though all the pressure was from his own imagination. With a quick breath, he continued.

"I just wanted to thank you."

Gan stood quietly for a minute before finally asking, "thank me for…?"

He swallowed over the building knot in his throat.

"When we were in the tower…" Astarion paused, "...that vile drow." Her insistence turned demand, how she disregarded his response then his presence carried shades of things he didn’t like remembering and could never forget. As they all stood there, the moment growing tense, Astarion was moments away from just saying it was fine. He'd just suffer through it like he always did.

"I spent two hundred years using my body to lure pretty things back for my master." Nights in taverns plying fools with alcohol, lacing every honeyed word, sinking hooks into them until they'd found themselves back in the palace, unceremoniously dumped as food for his master.

"I was a slave. My wants didn't matter. I was there to do his bidding. That was my worth." When you have something repeatedly instilled into you, being told you're unworthy, your value is less than the dirt you walked upon, it becomes a persistent thought in your mind. The bravado was all an act. An act that he played well. He knew his place and his role as a plaything for others. Then a late night in an alley in Baldur's Gate changed everything.

The nerves were getting to him. He fussed with a loose thread on his sleeve, trying to settle them so he could just get through this unfortunate chat.

"You could have asked the same of me. Throw myself at her and get whatever she was offering us. It was probably going to be useful! And we need all the tools we can get..."

Astarion threw his head back. Gods, he just wanted to walk away and drown the rest of his thoughts in the poor excuses for wine inside the inn. He'd go hunting but shadow cursed lands aren't fertile grounds for food.

"Look, you didn't ask me to do something I didn't want to do. And I'm grateful."

Gan, listened and watched as he went through a battery of emotions, before they finally spoke up again.

"I didn't really do anything. You make your own choices now, Astarion."

That one little statement spoken and his knees felt like they'd buckle beneath him. He was making his own choices. There was no master out here since he walked away from the nautiloid crash. No one compelling him to act and behave however they wanted. It was all him now. These were his decisions to make, for better or for worse.

"This is a novel concept, I must admit. And a little intimidating." He turned back to the water, swallowing his discomfort. They'd given him something to ponder without realizing it. Were these feelings he thought he had really about them? Was this about Gan and him coming to terms with something they may have? Or could this be about the newfound freedom he found himself thrust into? A freedom he was trying to understand because centuries had been spent without it. When you're under an overbearing presence that rules your life and it's suddenly snatched away, how do you navigate without it? How do you move about when that domineering hold is all you know?

Astarion cleared his throat. "Yes well…thank you…truly."

Gan stood there quietly for a few moments more before finally turning to leave, "You're welcome."

With a quick pat on his back, they set back off towards the building. Before they'd gotten too far, they called back to him, "Astarion?" He turned towards them with a solemn look.

Gan remarked with a sly smirk, "no one tells my personal attack vampire what to do but me." And with that, Gan walked off, leaving a chuckling Astarion to his thoughts.

#Ilina Gavren #Gan #Astarion Ancunin #Astarion #Astarion x Tav #Astarion romance #BG3 #Baldur's Gate 3 #BG3 spoilers #BG3 tav #BG3 OC #Ganarion #otp: hand in despicable hand #long post #razrogue writes #pleases me to finally post one of my razwrimo fics lol

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To The Edge - 8

This work is mine and I do not give consent for my works to be used, copied, published, or posted without my permission. I am sharing chapters as I work on this story but it is copyrighted material that I plan to rework and publish when completed.

story tags: scifi romance, hijinks in space, rogues learning to trust, violence, blood, guns, death, explicit language, so much kidnapping,

Works organized and easily found over on the patreon. <3

TO THE EDGE - CHAPTER 8.

Rory contemplated some of the worst hours of his life to reassure himself that being duct-taped to a chair in his own ship, unable to do anything but wait and see if his bounty came back alive or not, wouldn’t make a list of his top ten.

There was the first time he got in a fight with pirates and got his ass handed to him. He’d almost lost an arm.

There was that time when he was working salvage and got stuck outside a wreck of a ship in a malfunctioning suit. Hypoxia had set it and if someone on his team hadn’t gotten the hatch open and dragged him inside, he would have died. He’d never felt his heart beat that hard before.

And then there was the first time he went to space—the first time he left the planet where he’d been born. He hadn’t been able to see the stars, packed into the cargo haul of a rickety ship, shoulder to shoulder with a hundred other desperate souls. It had shaken so hard, the hull creaking and screaming as they broke atmosphere. He had never been more scared before or since. That was the worst hour. The one where he thought he’d die crammed into that dark room, so close to escape, without a single star in sight.

This was not the worst.

This was not even close.

But it definitely felt like the worst when he considered just how much trouble that strange, naïve primer could be getting into on Styx. Where were they even going? If they wanted to piss off their family by running away, why this way? Why not go to Eaton? Why not go any damn direction other than the edge? The Solar Court had given up on this stretch of space—had found their limit and abandoned settlements along the border, like skeletons to mark the beginning of no-man’s-land.

The ship door opened, his ears popping and his head whipping to the side to try to see the entrance hall. “Stardust?”

It could be anyone. His primer could be anywhere.

“Did you enjoy your time alone?” they called, sounding chipper.

Rory laughed. “I spent the last two hours contemplating my mortality and just how quickly life can go to shit…”

Nodding, the primer walked onto the bridge. “You’re being dramatic.”

He huffed a laugh but forgot what he was going to say when he saw them. “Oh, look at you. I wasn’t expecting this much leather. Okay, I’m willing to admit that you might look better in that outfit than you did in my clothes…” Because he definitely wasn’t ready to admit how much he’d liked seeing them in his clothes… Did they get their hair cut too? That side shave was clean.

Stardust smiled and even did a little turn for him to get a good look at those leather ankle boots and tight pants, the faded t-shirt and leather jacket.

“What size is that jacket?” And where had they found it? He’d been looking for something like that for years. “Wait…How did you buy all of that?”

They blinked at him like they didn’t understand the question.

Rory shook his head. “There’s no way you had time to barter my stuff for that… Did you get into my account somehow or…” He sagged into his bindings. “Oh, Stardust. Tell me you didn’t use your own accounts.”

The primer pressed their shoulders back and their chin up. “It’s not like it’s a family account,” they said. “I have my own.”

“Not the family account? You think they don’t have tabs on your private one?”

Stardust rolled their eyes and waved a hand at him dismissively. “It doesn’t matter.” They settled into the pilot’s seat—his seat—and tapped at his controls, bringing his ship to life.

Rory ground his teeth, tugging at the tape he knew wasn’t going to budge but couldn’t stop himself from trying. “You really didn’t put much thought into running away, did you? Just figured that since you were already this far away, might as well keep going? Or did you like being in cuffs?” He grinned cruelly, hoping to get a reaction out of them. “You know, if that’s the case, I can cuff you again.”

He saw their hand hesitate over the keys.

Rory leaned forward as far as he could. “In fact, I promise that I will,” he whispered.

Stardust whipped around in the chair to glare at him, but when they opened their mouth, the ship beeped.

Incoming call. L-Class Yacht.

He saw the way their eyes flared at that announcement and barked a laugh. “That’ll be one of your relations. At least they’ll be able to tell from your shopping spree that I wasn’t taking advantage… Although I am definitely going to try on that jacket when I get loose.”

“Shut up! You’re not going anywhere, Cosmic. You’re in that chair until I’m done with your boat.”

He jerked at his restraints again and bared teeth at the back of their head. “Oh, I’m getting loose. See, you don’t know this yet because you have no fucking idea what you’re doing, but no one stays kidnapped forever. I mean, just look at yourself! By all rights, you should still be in a pirate’s storage compartment, but here you are, getting comfy in my seat, touching my controls, flying my damn ship—”

Another beep. Incoming call. L-Class Yacht.

He leaned back into his seat. “Are you going to get that?”

Stardust angrily tapped a key. The ship beeped. Call declined.

Rory gaped. “Are you out of your mind?”

The primer huffed a laugh, fingers flying over the controls. “Are you scared they’ll be mad?”

“Scared? Yes. Yes, I am scared of what your nightmare family might do if they think I fucked up this job. Have you met your grandmother? I haven’t and would like to keep it that way. Why do you think even pirates won’t go into the prime quad?” He didn’t need to wait for their response. “Because your family is there and they’re too snobby to step foot past their territory lines. So, assholes like me bring damsels like you back!”

Stardust tsked and he wondered if they’d rolled their eyes at him too. “I think we can both agree I’m not a damsel… and if you’re right, then I’m free and clear.”

“No. No, that does not mean that if you stay out of the prime they won’t get to you.”

The ship beeped. Detached from dock. Resuming course.

Rory sighed. “You’re not listening.”

The ship jostled as it decoupled from the station, stars gliding past the window and engines humming. “Don’t worry so much,” Stardust said, another tap at the console and they were off—cutting a line through space. “You’re going to be fine.”

“If they think I double-crossed them, or just botched this job, they will put a bounty on my head and hire someone else to drag you back. There’s no getting out of this.” Was he really trying to reason with this spoiled brat again? “And didn’t you want to go home? You made me promise.”

They shook their head but stubbornly wouldn’t look back at him. “You said you’d take me home. I never said the prime was my home. But I’m not holding you to that promise, okay? So just, sit back, relax, and you’ll have your ship back soon enough.”

Rory watched their shape bathed in starlight from the window, like a shadow being tested. “Prime isn’t home? Since when?”

They didn’t move. They didn’t answer.

He scoffed. Fucking primers. “Fine. Fine!” He pulled at his restraints again. “But when I starve to death in my own ship, that’s on you, Stardust. You’ll be a murderer as well as a thief!”

They finally looked back at him, eyes shining. “Then I guess we’re the same.”

Rory laughed cruelly. “Fuck you. We’re not the same!” he snapped but they both smiled. They were not the same—not by a long shot. And Stardust wasn’t a killer. He wasn’t even convinced they were a good thief, though admitting that in his current state would be too embarrassing to bear. “Seriously… Do you have any idea how humiliating this is?”

They kicked the lock on the floor and spun the chair around to face him. They looked way too comfortable in his seat, leaning into the side and putting a boot up on the cushion. “It’s not that bad.”

“I can’t get kidnapped by my own kidnappee. This will wreck my reputation.”

Stardust shrugged, trying not to smile and failing.

“Oh, you don’t give a shit about that? I’m really starting to regret patching you up.”

The primer put their elbow on the armrest and their chin in their palm, watching him squirm.

“You are officially my least favorite kidnappee.”

Stardust grinned.

No primer should have a smile that crooked.

#to the edge #defying gravity #sci fi romance #ride or die in space #audio script to novel #adventures of stardust and cosmic #<3 #own work #dominimoonbeam #clover down

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Sausage sighed at the clutter of shulker boxes on the floor of his storage building. Unfortunately, no amount of staring dejectedly at them would make them clean themselves up. He’d tried.

He’d just finished up building something new in Sanctuary, and used basically the last of his energy picking everything up to drop in here. His poor brain was fizzled out. And Pepe was really only good for getting things into shulkers, not out, which you’d think was the same skillset but apparently not.

Sausage put his hands on his hips and sighed again. He could just leave it until tomorrow, but then he’d forget to pick it up or he just wouldn’t want to and then he’d add to it and it’d become a bigger mess and take longer to do and he really wouldn’t want to clean it and on and on and on.

“Man,” He said, mostly to himself. “I wish we had some sort of a cleaning empire. Now that would be helpful.”

Sausage scratched his chin and just about gave up trying to clean the mess when a rhythmic knock came from the door.

“Knock knock!” An almost sing-song voice rang through, clear as day. “Cleaning lady’s here!”

Sausage froze, staring at the door and then at Pepe. “Did you hire somebody?”

Pepe tilted his head. How would I do that? It’s been three seconds.

“You’re right, you’re right.” He nodded. “I’ll just let them in. Maybe they need a little help or some cookies or whatever.”

Sausage was halfway to the door when the cleaning lady decided they were impatient and shoved the door open. They were tall with long limbs, wheeling in a mop and bucket and wearing a black shirt, green overalls and an orange hard hat. They smiled, and Sausage’s heart fluttered briefly. He imagines it was the anxiety.

“Hello!” The stranger called, almost too loud for the small distance. “I heard you were in need of a cleaning lady service?”

“Uh…yeah! I guess so…I don’t know how you found out since I only thought it about thirty seconds ago, but sure! Come on in!” Sausage grinned, stepping aside to let the stranger wheel their cart in. “My name is Mythical J Sausage, the J is silent.”

“Well, lovely to meet you, Mr. Sausage.” They stuck out a hand and, after a moment, Sausage shook it. Their grip was surprisingly strong. “Typically I take appointments but I figured this was a special occasion.” They left the cart by the wall and stepped into the center of the building, surveying the area.

“Oh, well, that’s nice.” Sausage chuckled nervously. Were they a fae? Or someone sent by the tyrant king? He found himself dismissing the thoughts immediately. Something about them was trustworthy.

“It is!” They smiled and circled around the shulker mess. “Is this one it?”

“Uh, yep! It’s bit cluttered in here, and putting it all away is such a chore, my goodness.”

They nodded and pulled a notepad out of their pocket. “This definitely is just a small monster, practically a cute little baby one! I usually get Scar-size monsters, and some people don’t even have storage units.” They glance around the room, nodding. “It’s very pretty in here. Nice design.”

“Thank you! I really do think it’s pretty, even just for a storage building, you know.” He pauses for a second. “What does Scar-size mean?”

They shrug and turn back to their notepad. “Imagine this monster but about a million times the size.” They tap a page and nod. “This’ll just cost you fifteen diamonds, and I’ll discount you if it takes less than an hour.”

Ah. Payment. Sausage was pretty sure he owned fifteen diamonds but there wouldn’t be much after that. They’re not used for much in Sanctuary, it was more of a barter and trade economy going on, but everyone else really seems to like them. “Well…no, of course, I can do fifteen, but maybe I can just do an IOU? Or something?”

They stare at him for a moment, then down at the shulkers. Their gaze isn’t necessarily intense, but more heavy. As if those eyes have seen more than a regular person, and Sausage is pretty sure that they aren’t a regular person.

“You know what.” They snap their fingers. “If it takes less than an hour, it’s free. Call it a friends and family discount.” Sausage opened his mouth to try and protest but they just shook their head. “Nooo, don’t argue here. Everyone loves free stuff!”

Before he could even try to say anything, they were opening shulkers and sorting things around, laughing or making little “oooh” sounds whenever they found something of interest. They fumbled around for a minute, but eventually they seemed to get the hang of the storage system and moved more confidently.

Sausage could only stand and watch. The stranger didn’t try to make conversation, so he didn’t either. And what would he even talk about? Maybe try and figure out where the heck they came from, or how they just showed up randomly like they read his mind. Besides, something about the way they held themself had his attention. From the way they walked to the funny little noises they made, he was far too busy trying to puzzle out the deja vu to talk.

“Do I know you?” Sausage blurted out, almost regretting it as they turned their heavy gaze on him again.

“I only just got here, silly goose.” They smiled. “How would you?”

“Where did you come from?”

“Hmm…somewhere pretty far away. You wouldn’t know the name.”

They went back to their organizing, stacking the empty shulkers on top of each other, and Sausage was stumped into silence. They didn’t seem to mind questions, but refused to actually answer. It was making him near crazy.

“What’s your name?”

The stranger paused and chuckled. “It’s on my name tag.” They tapped a small plastic badge on their overalls. The letters were all scrambled, but Sausage just nodded as if he understood. He wouldn’t get anything else out of them even if he pointed it out. At this point, he was just letting this happen.

It couldn’t have been much over half an hour when the stranger finished cleaning. They brushed their hands off on their overalls and tucked their hard hat under their arm. “Well, that went by quick! I’m used to larger appointments, this was lovely.” They smiled. “Do you build much around here? It’s really pretty.”

“The whole place!” Sausage felt a surge of pride despite the situation. “Designed and constructed mostly by yours truly, right here. Of course, others help out but most of it’s me.”

The stranger nodded, looking around the storage room again, then out a window. “You’ve done an incredible job! It’s so colorful and lively here. I especially like the cathedral.”

“I’m glad you do! It’s the biggest building here in Sanctuary!” Sausage opened his enderchest and pulled out a handful of diamonds. “Here’s a tip for a job well done.”

“Don’t bother! I told you, free if it’s under an hour. Friends and family discount. You got ears in there, don’t you?”

Their teasing tone squeezed at his heart, but he shook his head and held the diamonds out. “Well, I don’t know if we’re friends or family, but it’s a tip! Not payment. Go on, take it.”

“Well…alright then.” They took the diamonds and pocketed them. “I won’t say no to a bit more riches! It was lovely meeting you, Mr. Sausage. Maybe I’ll see you around again.” With that, they pushed their mop bucket right on outside, not looking back once.

Sausage stared at the door a minute, then at Pepe who looked just as confused as he was. Sausage knows he really shouldn’t trust strange folks coming out of nowhere offering free and suspiciously convenient favors, it’s probably a scam or a fae. But for some reason he couldn’t put his finger on, he knew that the stranger meant no harm. Maybe he did know them, back in the old kingdom, or maybe he was just good at reading people.

Either way, he found himself wanting to see them again as well.

#empires smp #mythicalsausage #pearlescentmoon #arenaduo #YEETING THIS OUT BEFORE THE CROSSOVER MAKES IT REAL

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Happy Holidays Maddy! 💕 Alright, so in the spirit of christmas can we do a Kirari x Sayaka x Reader where the reader invites her girlfriends to their home for the holidays while their parents go visit family? The reader basically teaches them how to have a normal, calm, and small christmas without gambling and stress. Just nice and fluffy <333 (and maybe kirai would be a little clueless to the idea of a normal christmas since they probably had to gamble for their own gifts-)

A Normal Holiday

Kirari Momobami x Sayaka Igarashi x She/Her Reader

A/N: Ignore the fact that it’s January please. If I didn’t have fifty requests to sift through, I would have tried to have this one done earlier. Anyway, hope you like it! Word Count: 2,555

“(Y/n), what is your favorite winter holiday tradition?” Kirari asked out of the blue. Presumably because she was looking for any excuse to not look over the dull election challenge propositions Sayaka had placed before her.

“My favorite tradition?” (Y/n) sat back in her chair as she thought, “I guess I like decorating cookies, the food in general is really good. Sledding can be fun too if there’s enough snow, watching movies, hanging out with the family… it’s too bad, with the election still going on, I’m not going to the family get-together this year.”

“You shouldn’t have to skip out on family time to monitor election matches,” Sayaka voiced, her brow furrowed in concern, “Do you need me to talk to Yomozuki-san to get you time off?”

“No, it’s fine. Besides, I wanted to spend the holidays with my two favorite people. I thought it would be nice.”

Sayaka blushed, a small smile working its way upon her lips. Then, back from her unnoticed pondering, Kirari chimed in,

“I am confused.“

“What about?” (Y/n) asked.

“Does your family not take part in the time-honored tradition of gambling for your right to the family banquet? That’s my favorite and then watching the younger children test their skills to earn desirable items.“

“Oh, uh, no. No, we don’t do that.” (Y/n) was well aware that Kirari’s upbringing wasn’t like most to say the least, but she always managed to catch her off guard with the little insights about her life she would casually drop as if some of the things she said weren’t the most horrifying things (Y/n) had ever heard.

“A shame,” Kirari seemed genuinely put out, “And you, Sayaka?”

“I usually study in preparation for the new term. My parents are away so it makes a conducive study environment.”

Again, (Y/n)’s heart twisted uncomfortably in her chest. Though Sayaka’s family life lacked the extreme eat-or-be-eaten mentality Kirari’s had, they were quite cold and withdrawn. It was no wonder to (Y/n) why Sayaka tried to be number one in all that interested her, number one of (Y/n) and Kirari’s hearts especially since her parents seemed so uninterested in Sayaka’s academic accomplishments.

“This is exactly why you two should come stay at my house over break. I think it would be good for you to try to have a normal holiday where you don’t sit at home alone or watch small children cry because they had to gamble away their toys. Ririka is encouraged to come too if she wants.”

“She told me she was staying with Saotome for break, actually,” Kirari disclosed, “I thought it would be interesting to see how Saotome lives, but she said if I came to her home, it would be, ‘on sight’, whatever that means. Ririka clarified that it was a form of threat. However that’s neither here nor there I suppose, I’ll be happy to join you for break, (Y/n). And you, Sayaka?”

“Of course I’ll come!” Sayaka nearly yelled. She couldn’t fathom loosing out on quality time with either of them.

“Great! Okay, do we want to exchange gifts? If so, we should establish a price limit.”

“Exchange gifts?” Kirari cocked her head to the side, “As in bartering?”

“If it’s easier for you to think of it that way, then sure. You give Sayaka and I something you think we’d like and we each give you something we think you would like. And Sayaka and I give something to each other.”

“Fascinating. And where does the gambling come in? If we lose, do the gifts meant for us get destroyed before our eyes?”

“No, no, there isn’t any destroying. Just giving.” (Y/n) wanted to be as precise as possible for Kirari, but she knew that her words could easily go in one ear and out the other with her.

Kirari hummed, she appeared to be elsewhere in her thoughts, but the little displeased pout of her blue lips at least gave (Y/n) an indication that she had been heard. Whether or not that would matter was yet to be determined.

Sayaka on the other hand looked very invested. (Y/n) could see that she had taken out a notebook. What she could possibly have to take notes on related to gift giving, (Y/n) was unsure.

“What were you thinking for the price limit?” Sayaka asked, a perfectly logical question.

“How about no more than 3,000 yen per gift?”

“Only 6,000 total? That hardly seems adequate.” Kirari chimed.

“It’s plenty for a couple sweet little presents. Trust me.” (Y/n) assured.

After the incident of their six month anniversary where Kirari bought Sayaka and (Y/n) a spaceship ride to the moon, the literal freaking moon, (Y/n) thought it would be a good idea to make sure they stayed in Japan, or at the very least, on Earth by limiting Kirari’s spending.

“If you say so… what can you even get for 3,000 yen? A carton of milk?”

“More than that.” (Y/n) answered with the patience of a saint.

Turning back to Sayaka, she could see the girl had taken out her laptop and a calculator. Her eyes ablaze with determination, she was no doubt treating this as a challenge. (Y/n) reached across the table to still Sayaka’s hands over the keyboard.

“Don’t take it too seriously, sweetie. We’ll love whatever you get us, right Kirari?”

“Anything I receive from Sayaka is sure to be unexpected. I will cherish it always.”

If at all possible, steam would have spouted from Sayaka’s ears from the combined touch and praise. She released a strangled noise of understanding and when (Y/n) pulled away to sit back down in her chair, Sayaka was more interested in slightly swaying in her chair with a giddy smile on her face.

“I had better see if Runa needs me for any last minute gambles before I go home. I need to get the house set up and I have presents to buy,” (Y/n) got up from her chair once more and maneuvered around the table to give Kirari and Sayaka their customary departing kisses, “Come over around noon on Saturday and be prepared to spend the night.”

When Kirari and Sayaka voiced their understanding, (Y/n) left them under the soft blue light of the humming fish tanks, excited to get to work.

***

It was all set.

Nothing too extravagant, but she did put up some decorations and lights around the living room and made the couch into a comfortable fort of sorts, her presents for Kirari and Sayaka placed next to the selection of movies they could choose from. She had sugar cookies baked and cooled, ready to be frosted with a sampling of colors. There would be the usual feel good holiday snacks and dinner as well. There wasn’t much snow outside, but they could make little snowmen if they wanted too. It was sure to be a good experience for the girls. (Y/n) hoped it would have a good impact on them.

The doorbell rang and (Y/n) leapt to the door. She grinned when Sayaka and Kirari came into view. Sayaka was carrying two overnight bags over her shoulders, one presumably Kirari’s, and two presents in her hands. Kirari also had two presents in hand and (Y/n) let out a silent sigh of relief at their ordinary sizes. (Y/n) hugged them both and practically dragged them inside.

“Come on in!”

“I feel as though your home gets smaller every time I see it.” Kirari drawled.

(Y/n) playfully rolled her eyes. She knew better than to be offended by Kirari’s blunt observations.

“It smells very nice in here.” Sayaka complimented softly, the warmth and gentle calm of the space already making the usually stiff and anxiety riddled girl feel more at peace.

“Thank you! Here, I’ll take those bags. You can put the presents by the tv over there.”

(Y/n) put the overnight bags away, then the fun began. They started with decorating cookies. Kirari looked quite interested at the prospect having never had to do any food prep in her life.

Kirari’s cookies looked every bit as if a small child made them. More frosting seemed to get on the counter than the cookies themselves. Meanwhile Sayaka’s looked immaculate, but she had only decorated four out of the thirty cookies (Y/n) had baked in the time it took her girlfriends to do ten each. They helped her out of course, and sampled their work.

“It’s quite good,” Kirari marveled, “I shall take a few back to Ririka when we reconvene. She would enjoy this sort of thing. It is missing the thrill of possibly being poisoned by Miyo and Miri, however.”

“I could mix some salt or something spicy into the frosting of one of the cookies if that’ll help.” (Y/n) half-joked, but seeing the gleam that came across Kirari’s eyes, she found herself desecrating a perfectly good cookie to please the decidedly stranger one of her two girlfriends.

She mixed a teaspoon of salt into a leftover frosting bowl and slathered one of Kirari’s messy cookies with it before putting it in a small line up for Kirari to choose from. Sayaka and (Y/n) watched expectantly as Kirari picked a cookie and took a bite.

“Safe.” Kirari hummed, her tone almost disappointed, before taking another bite.

After washing up, they decided to get cozy and watch a movie. Sayaka had never looked more pink than she was sitting between the other two while sharing a giant, fluffy blanket. She was definitely the most touch-starved out of the three, and when Sayaka seemed to freeze up, (Y/n) was worried they were overwhelming her. But when she tried to give Sayaka more room, her hand reached out to pull her back in.

Sayaka actually ended up falling asleep before the movie was even halfway through. Kirari and (Y/n) spoke softly about the plot over her head as the film progressed, occasionally getting sidetracked by how cute Sayaka looked.

Once the credits began to roll, (Y/n) and Kirari brainstormed what to do next. After spending so much time warming up beneath the blankets, the chill the outdoors promised seemed less appealing. (Y/n) proposed playing a board game and then having dinner.

Kirari was enticed by the idea of a game so (Y/n) let her pick whatever she liked from the cupboard while she tried to rouse Sayaka with a few kisses and sweet words. Her cute, sleepy confusion was so different from the usual serious expression she wore at school.

“(Y/n), what is this Catan game?” Kirari asked, while Sayaka rubbed the sleep from her eyes.

“Oh that one is pretty fun. Basically, you play as a settler and try to collect resources by rolling dice—“

“So it’s gambling?”

“Uh, fundamentally yes. I suppose it is. You want to build settlements and cities near resources with numbers that have a better chance at being rolled, but if someone rolls a seven and you have more than seven cards, you have to give up half of them. It’s both parts strategy and luck.”

“We shall try this one then.” Kirari nodded with finality and strode confidently to the table with (Y/n) and a blanket burrito named Sayaka trailing behind her.

It wasn’t terribly surprising that Sayaka would come out as the winner. She had listened very intently to (Y/n)’s explanation of the rules and took as pure of a strategic stance as she could, not taking chances in placing her initial settlements on unlikely numbers. She also made sure to put them on diverse crossroads to ensure a possibility at every resource available. And she took advantage of the ports, and proposed very diplomatic tradings and got development cards and… yeah she was a beast.

Kirari, conversely, put her initial settlements in questionable places. (Y/n) could defend her first choice of placing a settlement right on the port for two resources instead of three, but then she put her second one between a twelve, a two and the desert. On the bright side, she seldom had to worry about the robber taking her cards when a seven was rolled. In fact, Kirari probably rolled the robber more than anyone which was good for her since it gave her the opportunity to steal a resource card for her meager pile. Then when it came to trading what little she had, she was very…personal about it.

“Sa-ya-ka,” she’d croon, “if you have an an ore to give me, I’ll give you a kiss.”

“Kirari, you can’t just—“ (Y/n) had tried to argue at first, but Sayaka was already pushing the card towards her, biting her lip in anticipation.

(Y/n) pouted and crossed her arms over her chest as she watched Kirari reward Sayaka with a lingering kiss. This behavior would not have flown if this was one of the election gambles that she needed to oversee on a daily basis.

“Done?” (Y/n) asked with a bit of snark when Kirari returned to her seat, leaving Sayaka a little out of breath.

“Not quite,” Kirari smiled, leaning forward, “(Y/n), if you have a grain you are willing to part with, I’ll trade you a kiss.”

(Y/n) sat still for a few beats then quietly slid a card towards Kirari’s pile.

Honestly Kirari probably could have won if Sayaka wasn’t Sayaka.

They left the game out with the intention of playing again later and then got dinner ready. Sayaka was more of a help than Kirari on that front, but thankfully nothing went terribly wrong. They had a pleasant meal and then remembered that there were holiday gifts to open.

First they opened the gifts (Y/n) gave and then the ones Sayaka gave, each was thoughtful and sweet and each recipient made sure to voice their gratitude, but then the time to open Kirari’s gifts came. Sayaka and (Y/n) shared a confused look as the pulled matching sleek keycards from their boxes. At first, (Y/n) though Kirari had ignored the price limit and got them exclusive limitless credit cards or something, but then Kirari supplied,

“You will be able to access my home at any time with those keycards. I trust you’ll make a habit out of using them often. Day,” Kirari smirked, “or night.”

“Kikikikikikiki—“

“I think you broke Sayaka.” (Y/n) managed to say, though she seemed at least a little flustered as well.

“She’ll reset herself soon.” Kirari assured.

(Y/n) leaned over to plant a quick kiss against Kirari’s cheek in thanks, “We will be sure to come bug you often.”

“I would hope so.”

***

They played another round of Catan and then moved back to the couch for another viewing of whatever caught their eye and eventually both Sayaka and Kirari fell asleep. (Y/n) carefully got up from the pile so she could take a picture with her phone. As she looked down fondly at the new photo, she blindly reached for a cookie from the counter.

She was really glad they had been able to get together like this. Hopefully they would continue to do so for years to come. Perhaps they could even get Ririka and Mary in on it, but with how much Mary hated Kirari it probably wouldn’t be likely.

“Oh! Bleh! Gross!” (Y/n) quietly yelled, spitting into the garbage. Of course she would be the one to end up with the salty cookie.

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Gamblin' Man

Summary: He’s not going to let it drop, not until he gets what he wants.

Prompt: John Winchester, in church, vibrating panties

Pairing: John Winchester x female!reader

Word Count: 3924

Warnings: sexual wagering, smut, sex toys/vibrating panties, inappropriate public behavior (in a church, and other places), teasing, edging, unprotected smut, exceptionally brief anal play, begging, dirty talk/degrading language, fluff (sorta), slight Daddy kink, age gap (reader is around Dean’s age), hunting (canon-level violence and gore).

Dedicated to @impala-dreamer who always encourages dirty John thoughts.

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The wet thud of the werewolf’s head on the ground was more satisfying than it probably should have been, but you and John had been tracking the pack for over a week now, so it was a good feeling to finally put them down. They had left a trail of carnage across the Midwest, leading you on a hell of a chase; you hadn’t even been sure how many of them there were.

A gunshot made you turn just as the last werewolf dropped from the silver bullet, revealing John standing behind him. You grinned, lifting up your machete triumphantly. “And you said I wouldn’t need this.”

He chuckled, walking over to the decapitated monster, putting a single silver round in his chest just to make sure. “You lost,” he pointed out.

The comment made you frown. “Huh?”

“You said it was four at most.”

“Really?” you asked pointedly. “You’re holding me to that.”

“Bet your sweet ass I am,” he smirked. “We shook on it.”

“I thought you were joking.”

“Well I wasn’t.”

With a groan, you turned away, surveying the scene. There had been six werewolves altogether. The other four were inside the house, and you knew there was no leaving until the two on the lawn were inside with them, and the whole building was torched. Luckily, the farmhouse was miles away from town, so the fire wouldn’t be noticed quickly.

John didn’t press the subject of the bet while you covered up the slaughter, and by the time you were in the truck on the way back to the motel, you could barely keep your eyes open. He waited, of course, until you were inside, closing the door and locking it.

“About my winnings,” he started.

You grunted, turning your head to look at him in disbelief. “Seriously. It was a joke, we didn’t even say how much.”

“I’m not after money.”

The way he said it gave you pause, but you were far too tired to continue with any bartering. It was nearing dawn, and you needed a few hours of sleep before getting into conversations about supposed bets. Not that he’d let it go even when you woke up.

“John, I’m exhausted. If I agree you won, can we just go to bed?”

His smirk widened. “Fine. As long as you agree to whatever I want.”

“Whatever,” you yawned, barely managing to get your pants off before you tumbled into the covers, “just lemme sleep.”

It took only a few minutes for you to doze off, just long enough for you to feel the dip of the bed as he climbed in behind you, one strong arm encircling your waist. You smiled and slipped into unconsciousness, forgetting all about the bet.

His warmth was gone the next morning when you woke to the sound of the door closing. You sat up and yawned, smiling sleepily as John as he approached with a drink in one hand and a bag with a cartoon bagel on it in the other. “Breakfast,” he offered, handing it over.

You opened the bag, inhaling the deliciously warm scent from inside. “Mmm, thank you.” Eating in bed only seemed uncomfortable, and you needed to pee anyway, so you got out, dropping your food and drink onto the table before heading for the bathroom. When you came out, John was at the table waiting, sipping his usual black coffee.

“Where are we heading today?” you asked, pulling out your breakfast.

He tapped a folded paper next to his unwrapped sandwich. “Duluth. Got a lead on something. Flimsy but it’s enough.”

Biting into your bagel, you groaned at the taste, chewing slowly to enjoy it. “These are almost as good as the ones in that little deli we found - where was it?”

“Colorado. Brent’s Bagels.”

“Yeah. We haven’t been to Colorado in ages.”

He chuckled, watching you as you ate, a pensive expression on his face like he was waiting to say something. You didn’t pay much attention to it, too hungry to think beyond filling your stomach. Once the last bite was gone, you licked your fingers clean, then looked at him properly, smiling brightly.

“You haven’t forgotten what we talked about last night?” he murmured, leaning back with one hand on the table.

You rolled your eyes, picking up your drink. “No,” you replied.

“Good. Because I decided what I want.”

The way he said it made you guess that whatever he wanted was sexual in nature and you weren’t surprised. Despite his stoic outward attitude, in private John had the capability to be incredibly kinky, and there wasn’t much you’d let him do that you didn’t enjoy. No doubt he’d thought about what he wanted a lot, and you knew when he got up to go for his bag, that he had definitely thought ahead.

He pulled something from the duffel, turning around and returning to drop it on the table. It was a rectangular box with a female model on the front, showcasing the contents - a single pair of black panties. You picked them up, reading the box, realizing quickly that they were vibrating panties.

Looking up at him, your eyebrows lifted. “Really? You want me to wear these?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Right now?”

“Twenty-four hours.”

“John -”

“I can pick something else if you like,” he interrupted, the leer on his face getting a little wider. “And I got plenty of ideas, sweetheart.”

The expression on his handsome features spoke volumes - this was probably the least of the ideas he’d come up with, and John Winchester was not short on imagination where it came to sex. You swallowed, looking at the box again, still thinking of excuses.

“I can’t wear these if we’re on a case,” you stuttered. “What if we get into a fight with something?”

He chuckled, pulling the remote out of his pocket. “It’ll only go off as long as I’m holding the button,” he explained. “You won’t even notice them.” Pulling the panties from the box, you ran your fingers over the soft material. “See,” he prompted, “inconspicuous.”

You sniffed, your hesitation clear. “How loud are they?”

“Baby girl,” he chided. “I’m a little more subtle than that.”

Fixing your gaze on him, you pulled a face, remembering just how subtle he’d been when he’d fucked you in the parking lot of a Denny’s, right over the back of his truck. “Not always.”

“I promise,” he reached out to take your hand, “no one will know except you and me.”

He wasn’t wrong about how discreet the panties were. Before you’d put them on, you’d asked him to turn them on, just to see how loud they were, and you had to admit, for how powerful the vibration was, they were fairly quiet. Once you had them on, you found them to be comfortable and soft, and though you could feel the pad of the vibrating insert pressed up against you, it was no worse than a sanitary towel.

Of course, John had to test them out. The sudden vibration had shocked you, and after only a few seconds, you felt flustered and aroused, and John chuckled as he turned them off and pocketed the remote.

A four-hour drive only provided him with more “testing” time. He’d tried every setting, taking great pleasure in watching you writhe in the passenger seat of his truck, trying to catch you off guard with it. By the time you reached Duluth, your pussy was aching, desperate to be filled by something, anything, so you could cum.

“How are you feeling?” John asked, pulling the truck into the parking lot of the latest motel you’d call home.

“I hate you,” you shivered, still panting from his last round of torture.

He laughed, and you scowled, folding your arms across your chest and ignoring him as he got out of the truck. You waited while he checked in, and when he returned with the key, he was still smirking. “Let’s go,” he ordered, grabbing his bag from the back seat.

“What’s our first stop?” you asked, still slightly bitter as you climbed out of the truck.

“All three victims were members of a local church group. I figure we start there.”

“Great.”

You hated wearing the fed suit, and having vibrating panties on underneath them didn’t make it any better, but John didn’t set them off again. Working a case made distraction easy, and you’d almost forgotten about your kinky underwear when you followed him into the church where a choir was practicing loudly. He took the lead, engaging with a priest by the name of Father Teddy, introducing himself as Agent May and you as Agent Taylor.

“Apologies for the noise,” Father Teddy said, leading you away, but not far enough that you couldn’t hear them. “Unfortunately, the good acoustics in here mean that the sound is inescapable.”

“Ah, it’s not a problem,” John drawled, all charm. His hand snaked into his pocket, and you went still, hoping he wasn’t going to -

The panties buzzed to life. You tried to keep your composure, focusing on the questions that John was asking, but after a few minutes, you were feeling the heat in your face and the wetness the vibration was provoking. There was a pew behind you, and you took a slight step back to grab it, hoping to stave off the quivering in your thighs. John’s eyes slid to you, the curve of his lips turning gleeful as you shuddered from head to toe.

Your action caught Father Teddy’s attention, the absolute last thing you wanted to happen when you could feel the buzzing get stronger, your pussy gushing in response.

“Are you alright, Miss?” the priest asked softly, reaching out one hand to you when you gripped the pew tightly to balance yourself. “You look a little flushed.”

The choir rose to a louder volume on the final chorus and you fixed a shaky grin on the elderly gentleman. “I think I need a little air,” you gasped, turning your attention to John with an urgent look. “Agent May?”

John was barely containing his smirk, and the vibration at your core ceased as he pulled his hand out of his pocket. “Thanks for your help, Father.”

The priest nodded, though he seemed thoroughly concerned with your disheveled state. “Of course, Agent. If there’s anything else I can help with, please let me know.” His head turned to you again. “I hope you feel better soon, Agent Taylor.”

Your smile was tight and you couldn’t get out of there fast enough now your composure was returning. You hurried down the carpeted walkway, bursting out of the huge oak doors with John hot on your tail, his mirth bubbling to the surface once you were outside. Whirling on him, you slapped at his shoulder, scowling when he only laughed harder.

“You’re an ass.”

“What?” he snorted through his laughter. “He didn’t know what was going on!”

“We were in a church,” you seethed, almost hissing at him. “Ugh, you’re such a pig.”

“Didn’t seem like you weren’t enjoying it,” he retorted, voice turning to a low rumble that had exactly the effect on you that he was expecting. With a strained groan, you turned away, striding to the car with the intent of ignoring him, but you’d forgotten one thing.

He still had the remote.

The panties buzzed to life, and the shock of it made you gasp and trip; the truck door broke your fall, palms holding your weight against the sun-warmed window as John turned the vibration up to max. You sucked in oxygen, the arousal you’d felt moments before in the church returning ten-fold.

John approached slowly, and you saw him look around in the glass reflection in front of you before he pressed up against your back, running the hand not on the remote down your side and over your hip. “Tell me how wet you are now, baby girl.”

Your breath fogged against the glass. “J-John -”

“Uh-uh,” he scolded, letting his hand slide around to your front, holding steady right over where the panties were driving you crazy. “You said you’d play the game, princess, and I’m not done yet.”

You moaned, unable to stop your hips rutting back against him. Even though it was broad daylight and outside a church, you would have given anything to have him take you right there. His name left your lips again, needier this time, a higher pitch to reflect the want in your core.

“You still got eighteen hours,” he reminded you, and you exhaled a shaky cry as the vibration stopped, but John didn’t move away. “How about a new deal?”

You didn’t move. “What?”

He chuckled again, grazing his lips over the back of your neck. “I bet you can’t last the whole twenty four hours,” he taunted. “I bet, you break before it’s even dark, and beg me to fuck that pretty little pussy until you can’t see straight.”

A lump formed in your throat, a mixture of your desire to get fucked and your reluctance to let him “win”. “W-what do I get if I win?”

“What do you want?”

You had no idea, scrambling to think of something, anything. “Uh -”

“Why don’t you think on it?” he murmured, lips against the shell of your ear now. “We still got witnesses to interview anyway.”

“John,” you whispered desperately.

“What?”

“Please don’t use it when we’re talking to people,” you begged, turning in his hold when he gave you the space. You looked up at him pleadingly. “I can’t… I can’t think straight when I’m horny. It’s dangerous.”

His smile dropped away, genuine concern on his handsome face. He lifted his hand, caressing your jaw gently. “I promise, baby girl. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you.” You smiled, placing your hand against his chest and leaning into him. “Can’t say it wasn’t adorable to see you all flustered like that though.”

You groaned, ducking out of his hold to walk around the truck to your side. “You’re an asshole.”

It took around four hours for you to realize you weren’t going to win. He’d behaved around the witnesses, though you couldn’t say the same for the trip to the morgue, after which you’d decided you needed a break, and persuaded him to let you go to the grocery store while he checked out the town’s history. The hunt was most likely a spirit, and no one had died yet, so the need to find whatever or whoever it was wasn’t as pressing.

Your hour alone was blissful, and you picked up enough supplies for a few days, finishing up way before John was supposed to pick you up. There was a bench outside, far enough away from the entrance that no one would bother you, so you took advantage of the pleasant afternoon sunshine to wait for him.

Around five minutes after you had sat down, the vibrator in your panties began to buzz lightly. Your head shot up, eyes scanning the lot for his truck, but there were too many larger vehicles obstructing others to be sure he wasn’t there. Maybe the damn thing was malfunctioning.

The buzzing got stronger, and you tried to ignore it, gritting your teeth as you clutched the edge of the bench, still looking for him. It had to be him, and he was fucking with you again, probably watching you gleefully. You wanted to get up and go look for him, but you couldn’t focus, panting heavily as the vibration only grew more intense.

Grabbing your phone, you couldn’t help the whine that left your lips, drawing a curious stare from an employee wheeling carts back to the store. You could barely type a message out, telling him to stop, and you were relieved when only a second later, the panties stopped, except your whole body was still electrified from the stimulation. Looking up, you spotted his truck, pulling out from behind a large white van; he was on the phone, smirking at you infuriatingly as he drove closer.

“Thanks, Bobby,” was all you heard as he rolled to a stop and hung up. “You look a little flustered, princess. This thing’s got good range, huh?”

You glared at him, dumping the groceries in the back before climbing in without a word. He only laughed, pulling away from the curb as you stewed beside him.

The back roads were quiet. You stared out of the window, feeling your irritation fading. John hummed along to the radio, both hands on the wheel where you could see them. After a while, he looked at you, a hint of concern in his voice when he spoke. “You know,” he began softly. “If this is really that bad, we can stop. It’s not exactly fun if you’re not enjoying it.”

You clenched your jaw then relaxed it. “I don’t wanna stop,” you muttered, twisting in your seat. “I just wanna cum.”

His eyes widened, then a smile spread across his face. “That’s why you’re all grumpy?”

“I’m not grumpy,” you growled. “I’m horny. If I’d known it was gonna be this bad, I’d have… fuck…” You threw your head back against the seat, groaning loudly at your own stubbornness. It wouldn’t be hard to just let him win, let him fuck you, to just beg for him like he wanted.

“All you gotta do is ask,” John drawled casually, reaching into his pocket. “If you think about it, you’re torturing yourself.”

The panties came to life, buzzing against your sensitive sex. You cried out, grabbing for the door as if it would ground you, even though it did nothing as he turned the vibration up. “John!”

“Say the magic words, baby, and I’ll give you exactly what you want.”

“You’re an -” You grunted when he turned them up to the highest level. “ -aaaaass.” The word turned into a low moan, and you ground yourself into the seat, fruitlessly seeking more friction.

He wasn’t even watching you, keeping his attention on the road. “Now I just wanna see if you can get off like this,” he murmured. “But I gotta admit,” he shifted in his seat, “I’m starting to get uncomfortable.”

Speaking felt impossible. Your whole body was alight with desire, and you could taste your orgasm, within reach. The truck moved to the left onto a bumpier road, which only added to your torment.

“John,” you groaned, too far gone to even consider holding your ground. “Oh, Jesus, fuck, John…”

“Got something you wanna ask, baby girl?”

You cried out, nodding as the truck came to a stop. “Fuck me, please, I can’t -” The buzzing stopped. “Oh -”

He was out of the driver’s seat in the next second, and you barely had time to realize what was happening before your door was flung open, and his strong hands were hauling you from the seat. You ended up on your front, legs dangling out of the truck, hips pressed against the edge as John pulled your pants and the panties down to your ankles.

The sudden realization of where you were made you panic. “John, wait, where -”

“No one can see,” he promised, shoving you down when you tried to lift up. The sound of his zipper lowering made you shudder, and you looked over your shoulder as he fisted his cock, drawing it free from his pants. “I need that tight little cunt wrapped around my dick.”

He didn’t waste time, stroking two thick digits through your slick folds and sinking them into you, groaning when he felt how wet you were. You gasped and then whined, clinging to the seat as he twisted his fingers inside you. “J-John!”

“Fuck, princess, you’re soaked,” he chuckled, working his hand back and forth. “Gonna make you cum on Daddy’s cock.” Pulling his hand free, he slapped your bare ass, then pressed the thick blunt tip to your dripping hole.

You weren’t sure if it was the constant arousal or just him, but it felt bigger than usual, the stretch of accommodating him making you struggle to think straight. He stopped when his cock met slight resistance, pulling back to coat himself in your juices a little more before trying again. This time, he penetrated you completely, and you cried out when his groin met your ass, whimpering as he held himself as deep as possible with a sigh of relief.

“You feel fucking fantastic,” he groaned, rubbing one hand over your ass. “Should get you strung out more often. You’re so tight around me, gonna milk me dry. You want that, baby girl? Wanna be my horny little cockslut?”

It was hard to talk with the pressure in your belly, the pleasure of being so filled making your train of thought completely derail. All you could manage was a grunt of a “yes”, and he laughed in return, rutting against you.

“Look at you,” he purred, beginning to pull back a little more, thrusting lightly. “All cockdrunk, ready to be used, huh?”

You nodded listlessly, hovering on the edge of your climax, sure you’d fall apart any second. John started to move faster, holding you down with one hand when he leaned back to look down and watch your body take him over and over. The sound of how wet you were filtered through the blood rushing in your ears, and you couldn’t stop your eyes rolling back.

“Lemme feel it,” he murmured, tugging his shirt up when it got in his way. “Lemme feel you squeeze me, princess.”

His strokes got harder, almost forcing you across the seat. You cried out over and over, unable and unwilling to do anything but let him use you, and within seconds, your pussy was fluttering around him, the pleasure curling into an almost unbearable throb in your core.

“That’s it,” he praised, grazing his thumb across your asshole.

The dam inside you broke. Your cries turned silent, body shuddering from head to toe as you came, feeling the upholstery underneath you grow damp. John groaned, tipping his head back, fucking into you harder and harder, leaving you dazed as he used you. Finally, he slammed into you, his grunts stuttering as you felt his cum fill you to overflowing, dripping down your thighs.

He slumped forward, panting out a laugh against your back. “Fuck,” he groaned.

“Uh-huh,” you managed, mouth slack against the seat. There was a ringing in your ears and your heart was pounding; if you were honest, you wanted nothing more than to sleep.

With a groan, he moved, withdrawing and leaving you where you were hanging. You were exposed and ruined, and despite the somewhat open area he’d chosen to take you in, it was hard to get yourself to move.

“I guess we should get on with this case,” he said, buttoning up his pants as you pulled yourself off of the seat, trying to fix your pants.

“Yeah,” you mumbled, yawning as you attempted to make yourself look like you hadn’t just gotten yourself fucked in a picnic area. Failing, you stumbled back, using the truck for some stability when your head swam. “Fuck, I don’t think my legs work anymore.”

John laughed, coming closer and leaning in to kiss you. “Guess I’m doing the digging.”

“You bet your ass you are,” you grumbled.

He grinned. “You sure you wanna be making more bets, sweetheart? I mean, I’m a gamblin’ man -”

You groaned and hauled yourself into the truck. “Never again.”

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