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in-a-mountain-pool · 10 months

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Supermassive Black Hole Ch3

Ettore x Reader

pronouns: She/her (afab)

rating: Explicit/18+

warnings: NSFW/minors DNI, mutual masturbation, smut, mentions of violence

word count: ~5500

summary: A cosmic event brings Ettore and Y/N closer together, and it’s only a matter of time before the two collide.

A/N: This was a whopper of a chapter! I’ve not written smut in ages so I found writing this a bit of a challenge! I hope the wait was worth it... Beautiful space theme borders by saradika. As always, comments, likes and reblogs aren’t needed, but always lovely to come online to!

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In the days that followed, Monte had hardly even looked at Y/N. Every mealtime the canteen would be bustling with the crew and inmates, but suddenly Monte was a no show.

It was their evening mealtime, and Ettore was standing in the queue watching her over his shoulder as she sat there alone. He’d watched her do the same thing for three days now, sitting there with a plate ready for Monte, and beside her an empty chair.

The arsehole was avoiding her like a soppy schoolkid.

Even to him it seemed unnecessarily cold. The concentrated way that she’d bite at her plush bottom lip, the way she tapped her foot nervously against the linoleum floor almost made him angry for her. Since her last run in with Monte she’d taken to sitting alone in the rec room with a cheap pair of headphones in her ears listening to music, which were now slung loose around her neck.

Without Monte, it seemed her existence was to be a lonely one.

This was it. This was the perfect chance for him to make a move, ingratiate himself to her and reel her in. It had become more than just about fucking her. More than anything Ettore wanted her to choose him over Monte.

He wanted her to want him just as much as he had craved her attentions.

And when it did inevitably happen, he wanted her to beg and scrape for him just as much as she did for Monte. But he would make sure she got what she deserved and more, whether she wanted it or not.

Yet, in the back of his mind he couldn’t help but think about how much it upset him to see her so lonely like that. She was nice. She was truly sweet. She didn’t seem to belong in a place like this. She didn’t seem that well equipped to deal with the sort of people here either.

The sort of person he was.

He’d wanted to take advantage of her. Afterall, it wouldn’t be that hard. Her innocence only made him want her more and more. But could he really go through with it when the time came? Could he force someone like her when push came to shove?

He was shaken from his reverie when a tray was shoved into his hands, almost spilling the cup of processed water all over his front. Before his mind could keep up with his body, he was already making his way over to her table, taking a seat in the chair opposite Y/N.

“This seat taken?” He smirked, gesturing at the tray she’d brought for Monte, laying cold and untouched. When she shrugs and avoids his gaze, he can’t help but prod.

“A simple yes or no would have been enough, princess.”

He haphazardly chucks his tray onto the table and skims is his eyes over her. “Got a bra on today, I see? Shame. I’d gotten used to seeing those tits of yours.”

When she almost drops her cutlery and scowls up at him, he raises his hands up in a mock surrender and giggles with a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Am jokin’, am jokin’. Sorry. Couldn’t help myself.” With a sly grin he winks at her and digs into his meal, talking with his mouth full.

“So, what’s his name is a no-show again eh’?”

She eyes him warily sighing as she starts to drink the water she’d brought for Monte.

“… No. ‘What’s his name’ is avoiding me like the plague. You’d honestly think I’d killed someone or something.”

Now this was something he was very intrigued by. He used to like to guess exactly what it was that each inmate had done, but to him she was a blank slate. He raises an eyebrow at this and quirks his lips upwards with a teasing lilt to his voice, “Well, did you?”

Y/N gives him a lopsided smile and shakes her head, refusing to say a word and shoving the extra tray towards him playfully.

God she was a mystery to him.

“Eat up. It’ll only go to waste if you don’t. So… Why you are you sat here with me today?”

Her voice drops to a nervous whisper as she leans over the table slightly, pretending to hand him the salt. “You’re not gonna try to blackmail me for breaking the rules with Monte, are you?”

His blue eyes flash to hers intensely for a moment before he shoots her a smug smile, pursing his lips and sucking his teeth as he rakes his eyes over her.

“Now why would I do that? We said it would be our secret, didn’t we? And I never break a promise. Especially not when there’s a pretty girl on the line.”

He starts to wolf down Monte’s dinner with a wide grin on his face, manners long forgotten. “Nah… I just wanted to check in, make sure that you weren’t losing your mind over that loser.”

She sips her water and eyes him over the rim of the plastic cup before she replies with a small cheeky, and not all too convincing smile. “Oh, don’t worry about that. I’m a big girl trust me.”

“Well for what it’s worth, I’ve always thought he was a jumped-up twat, and you deserve better.”

He decides to make small talk as he chews on a rather dry piece of bread, and points to her headphones with an impish look in his eyes. “Wotcha listening to? Let me guess, some Taylor Swift tunes about how much you hate your boyfriend and how he’s ruined your life?”

She doesn’t take the bait, and just shakes her head softly. When she silently takes an earphone and offers it out to him he’s taken aback by her openness. Her fingers brush against his palm for only a moment and he can hardly ignore the sharp, warm feeling inside his chest.

He hadn’t been touched by anyone in weeks, except for in acts of violence, but here she was, gentle and unassuming, being kind to him of all people.

Ettore lifts the headphone to his ear and can only smirk, his eyes wide with surprise when he hears the music playing.

“Oh… classical music, is it? So, you’re one of those rich snobby girls then?”

She shakes her head in disbelief and bites her lip smiling at him. “I’m hardly a posh girl, and definitely not rich. It’s just- nice and calming to listen to in a place like this…” She trails off for a moment before her eyes flash with a look of mischief. “I’m terribly sorry to ruin whatever weird fantasy of me you have rolling around that head of yours.”

With a cheeky laugh he passes the headphone back to her with the same gentleness she’d shown him earlier, resting it back around her neck, his finger catching on a lock of her hair as he does so.

It was nice to touch her. Even nicer to be touched by her.

Ettore coughs awkwardly and licks his lip trying to recover himself. “So… I can’t imagine you as a Catholic school girl, then? With one of those little, short skirts and the knee-high socks, anymore? You’re breaking my heart, Y/N.”

The sweet sound she makes as she laughs does something to him, and for a moment all he can picture is her smile and the way she gazed at Monte that morning just a week before in the canteen.

But this time it was him who’d made her laugh.

This time she was here, eating dinner with him.

Y/N shakes her head at him in disapproval, a bashful look on her face as she picks up their trays and makes ready to leave. “You need to get your head checked out, Ettore.”

Don’t go yet, he thinks to himself.

“I bet you were clever though.” The words leave his mouth before he can even process his thoughts.

He didn’t want her to leave. He wanted to make this last longer, if only for a minute.

“I bet you were a real nerd at school. I’d probably have stolen your lunch money, wouldn’t I?”

That sound again.

She lets out a small giggle, shaking her head at him as she walks away from him, walking backwards so she can face him. “Again, not posh enough for that!”

And just like that, she was gone again.

Ettore exhaled deeply looked down at the empty space in front of him intensely, tapping his finger on the side of the steel table, as he other gripped the side so hard his knuckles turned white.

Why was he being so fucking needy?

He tries to shake the stupid grin off his face for just being near her. He tries to ignore that feeling in his gut, that deep immense feeling of want as she touched his hand.

Why on earth was he making jokes about Catholic school girls and Taylor Swift!?

Just how long could he wait until he just he just took her?

Why the fuck hadn’t he already?!

He didn’t give a shit about Monte, and he wasn’t scared of him, not by a long shot. He was going to have to take her tonight. No more games of cat and mouse. He was the predator, and she was the prey.

And that was that.

But then his agitated movements stopped altogether at once, his breath catching in his throat and his chest tightening almost painfully as his eyes flickered down, the light catching something on his arm… for there on the sleeve of his sweater was a strand of her hair.

And all he can think of is the content of her smile.

The night that follows was a restless one, and not only for thoughts of her.

He’d lain for hours staring at the ceiling twirling the lock of her hair gently between his fingers and agonising over her before he’d finally been able to fall asleep.

But not for long.

*BEEP BEEP BEEP*

The stark blue lighting of ship flickered on and off intermittently, leaving the corridors veiled in darkness before the sound of a shrill alarm startled him awake suddenly. The guards stormed into their cell block ordering them loudly to line up outside their rooms.

Tcherney and Monte were already outside by the time Ettore had stumbled out of his cell. With no time to grab a shirt or shoes, he’d slumped against the wall with only his grey sweatpants slung low on his slim hips. He squinted his eyes at the harsh blue lights in the corridor as Dr Dibs walked hurriedly towards their block to address them.

There had been a rare and shifting phenomenon. The black hole they were orbiting, or the ‘corona’, as she had called it, was emitting X-ray flares. The X-rays released had disrupted the ships generators, meaning conservation of power was of the utmost importance to ensure their experiments could continue. Only half of the ship could be powered for the foreseeable future, meaning the men’s cell block was to be shut down, and the male inmates were to temporarily share with the women.

They filed out towards the women’s cell block, the guards tired and pushing them forward impatiently as Dr Dibs assigned the rooms out loud, struggling to be heard over the piercing sound of the alarms. Boyse was to share with Tcherney, Dr Dibs would take Monte to the labs to assist with monitoring their life support systems, and, to his utter delight, Y/N would bunk with him.

Ettore couldn’t help but lock eyes with Monte at hearing this. He was, in a word, seething, his hand curling into a tight fist at his side and his nostrils flaring as he glared right back at him.

That’s right prick, she’s mine.

A sneering grin painted Ettore’s face. He childishly wiggled his eyebrows at him suggestively as he strolled into Y/N’s cell, accidentally shoulder checking Monte on his way past.

And there she was.

But then his smirk faltered when he finally saw her.

Y/N was laying down on her side upon the bottom bunk, curled up into a little ball. She looked so small and fragile, draped in an oversized shirt (her own this time), with a skimpy pair of shorts peeking out from beneath.

That chestnut brown hair of hers was fanned out on the pillow beneath her, making that now all too familiar ache in his chest return once again as he tried to compose himself. When she speaks, her green eyes search his nervously, her soft voice almost impossible to make out against the alarms.

“Should we be worried…? Are we going to be safe? Dibs- she said they were closing off half of the ship to keep up the life support systems... Has this happened before?”

She was frightened.

A wave of protectiveness hits him as he tentatively sits on the side of her bunk, watching her like a hawk as if he was afraid one false movement would scare her off completely.

His voice comes out hoarse and intense, and for a moment he’s worried that she’ll be afraid of him.

She should be afraid of him.

“… Don’t worry, this shit happens all of the time. The ship is an old heap of junk. Trust me, I’ve seen it all and this… this is fine. We’ll be fine.”

Y/N gazes up at him wide eyed with a look of pure trust, and once again he’s struck with a deep agonising pang of guilt in his chest.

He was a monster.

He was a monster for even thinking about wanting to hurt her, for wanting to force her when she was such a sweet and delicate thing.

She trusted him. He’d ruin her. And he knew it.

The alarms finally stop and a deep quiet fills the cell block as the inmates start to fall asleep. She doesn’t say anything to him, just nods slowly and her eyes flicker down to the bed as she turns over to face the wall.

Ettore is on autopilot when he climbs onto the top bunk, laying there so close to her and yet so far away that he can hardly breath. He lies back with his forearm covering his face and his eyes screwed shut, trying more than anything to focus on sleeping.

All he can see is her, her body, her eyes.

The conflict inside his head is almost as loud as the alarms before, his thoughts echoing loudly in his ears as he tossed and turned. He could have been there for seconds, minutes, hours, he wasn’t sure.

All he felt was the need to be with her.

The deep want to know her better than Monte ever could.

The desire to have her and the perverted thoughts he’d wanted to act upon now that he was alone with her.

But all of this was silenced when she finally speaks again.

“Th-…Thank you. For being nice to me… You cheered me up today. You even made me laugh.”

His eyes flicker open in surprise, as he sits up absorbing her words and nervously biting the inside of his cheek.

There was a mirror opposite them at the end of the bunk bed, and in the dark blue light of the room he could just about make out her form.

And there she was, doing exactly the same as him, sat cross-legged and staring up at his reflection pensively, nervously picking at the nail bed of her thumb.

“… You… you don’t really talk to anyone here. Except me. Why? And… answer honestly, be serious for once.”

Ettore wasn’t sure if it was the fact he was so sleep deprived, so crazed with desire for her, or if it was some side effect of the cosmic event outside, but the words just seemed to flow out of him on their own.

There was no room for hesitation. Not now.

“Well… I talk to you… because I like the way you make me feel. I like… how innocent you are. How soft you look... You’re not like the rest of us. Not like me, anyway.”

And there, just there…. There was something in the way Y/N looked at him in the reflection in front of him that convinced him. He’d felt it every time they’d spoken. He’d seen it in the way her eyes would meet his as they passed by each other outside the box. He seen the way her gaze had lingered on his toned body when he’d entered the room.

She was attracted to him.

Her cheeks were flushed and her lips pouted. It was undeniable.

Her eyes fluttered downwards when his blue eyes flashed to her body, taking in her slim long legs and the delicate trace of her collarbones peeking out from beneath the low collar of her shirt.

In her silence he decides to continue, his voice thick and hoarse, trying hard to think straight as he watches her drinking in the sight of his bare chest once again in the low light of the room, heaving as it feels like all the air in the room has disappeared.

“… Because you're beautiful. Because I think I could make you happy… I could make you feel things you've never felt before. You would never need to ask me.”

He couldn’t help himself as he poured out his want for her all at once, listening to her gasp quietly at his shameless confession.

He watched transfixed as she licked her lip nervously, her doe eyes flitting from his body to the sheet beneath her over and over, thoughts racing through her mind.

“We won’t get this chance again. Just one night. No strings. I can make you forget about him. I promise.” He whispers, his voice gravelly and deep.

Her small voice comes out broken and shy against the darkness of the room. “Dibs… she said we couldn’t touch each other… and there’s Monte… and-” He cuts her off in desperation.

“Look… If you don't want me to touch you, I won't… But that doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy tonight. I can still keep you warm, help you relax. Just let me.”

Ettore’s toned torso shone in the blue light of the room, and he could feel her watching as his hand brushed down against the soft blonde hair that spread below his navel.

His icy blue eyes are fixed onto hers in the mirror, as ever so slowly he reaches down to caress the growing outline of his length in his trousers, his head lolling back a little as he continues to stare at her.

“No one has to know. It’s… just like using the box.” Ettore lets out a soft sigh when he sees her hand stroke softly up her thigh, all wide eyed and flushed.

“We’re not breaking any rules… you’re not cheating on Monte. Let’s use each other… Let me make you feel good.”

When her hand reaches the edge of her shorts the deep exhale that leaves his mouth is almost embarrassing as he starts to plead with her, his hand now gripping himself through his sweats, the bulge there impossible for her to ignore any longer.

“… Touch yourself for me. That's what you want, isn't it? To feel good? To feel wanted?”

Ettore shifts himself closer to the edge of the bunk and dropping forward onto his knees to see her more clearly beneath him in the mirror’s reflection. A devilish smile appears on his face when he takes in the sheen of sweat shining on her body already.

She wanted this.

“You'd like it, wouldn't you? For me to tell you what to do… you love the sound of my voice, don’t you?”

He lets his hand slip beneath the waistband of his sweatpants, he hadn’t bothered to wear any underwear. His cock is impossibly hard and weeping as he grips it tightly at the base, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment before he can gather the courage to continue.

“Take off your shorts for me.”

He can hardly believe his eyes when she disappears from view for a second, shifting on the bunk bed to pull down her shorts, leaving her in a small pair of black standard issue panties.

“Good girl... Now, move closer to the edge of the bunk so I can see you.”

Y/N slides forward to the edge of the bed, leaning on her knees wantonly and gazing up at him with that gorgeous mouth of hers hanging open softly. His breath catches in his throat at the sight of her, his Adam’s apple bobbing slightly as a soft groan escapes his throat. The black fabric of her panties was soaked, the crotch shining with slick even in the low light of the cell.

“Fucking hell, Y/N. You’re so wet and I haven’t even touched you…” He hisses, his voice drops lower still, a jealous flash covering his eyes. “Tell me, has Monte ever got you this soaked?”

He tries desperately to ignore the pang in his chest when she doesn’t reply, pushing it to the back of his mind as he gazes slack jawed at the wet spot forming at her covered centre.

Ettore sucks his teeth and tuts at her shaking his head. “I wish you would let me touch you.”

His eyes search hers shyly as he finally reaches his hands down and pulls off his grey sweatpants to ease the tension there, his flushed cock springing free from their confines.

Ettore spits into his palm, wincing as his long fingers wrap around the base of his stiff length, working their way upwards and stroking his thumb over his swollen pink head. Her eyes were fixed on him pleasuring himself, rubbing his thick and leaking cock up and down slowly.

Ettore chuckled darkly at the way she bit her lip hard enough to bleed as she leered at him.

He knew he was big.

“I shouldn’t have to waste any of my spit when your pussy is wet enough for the both of us…” Blue eyes stare intensely into hers as his tongue flicks out to lick his lips suggestively. “…but I’ll play along for you.”

A faint smile ghosts across her face as she leans forwards to look at his reflection even closer.

Oh god, she was enjoying it. She fucking wanted this. She wanted him.

“Do you like what you see, gorgeous? It’s all for you. Only you.” He croons, his eyes hooded now, as his fist gently pumps his hard cock teasingly. “Pull them down for me sweetheart, and spread your legs wider… I need to see you.”

And she did.

Without a single word, without a single thought, Y/N pulled down her panties, placed her feet down on the bed and spread her thighs wider, leaning back as she revealed herself to him completely.

And she was perfect.

She was beautiful.

“Oh shit, you really are wet… and all shaved and neat for me too?” Ettore’s body shudders, his shoulder slumping forwards as he places his free hand down onto the hard mattress to lean closer to the mirror, stroking his cock to the sight of her dripping cunt.

“Such a pretty fucking pussy… and for what? Monte isn’t even using you… Such a waste.”

He swallows harshly as his fingers traces the underside of his cock, pressing down on the thick vein running along his length. “Now… suck your fingers for me. Get them nice and wet.”

He squeezes the base of his cock with a stuttered groan as she hollows her rosy cheeks, her pink lips framing her fingers prettily as she takes them knuckle deep into her mouth.

“If I was allowed to touch you, I wouldn’t use my hand… but for now, I just want you to just circle your clit. And when you do... I need you to watch me.”

He sees her, and the reflection in her eyes tells him exactly what she’s thinking. Ettore leans even closer to the mirror watching her hesitate.

“Are you afraid of me, Y/N, or are you afraid of what you might like?” He growls.

“I won’t tell, I promise. We both know we need this... So please… play with yourself for me.”

When her small fingers finally slide from her soft thigh to her swollen folds it’s hard for him not to whimper out loud, a half-sob spilling from her throat at the sensation. And just like he’d asked, her sweet face remained fixed onto the sight of him.

“Shh... be quiet, or we’ll get caught.” He gravels out.

His eyes dart between his heavy length in his hand and her fingers sinking into her heat to swipe slick over her throbbing clit in tight circles, soft mewling noises coaxed from her heart shaped lips.

The harsh blue lighting makes the head of his cock shine as he covers himself with a mix of his own spit and precum, gazing down at her glistening core in the reflection of the mirror.

The sloppy sound of her finger now pumping into her wet cunt is almost obscene, echoing in the room and sending a wave of heat straight down to the base of his spine. His voice comes out more desperate than he’d planned it to… he’d never felt this way about anyone.

“… Do you like this? Does it make you feel good seeing how hard you make me?”

“Ah… I… fuck, it does, Ettore. It feels amazing.” Her eyes squeeze shut in embarrassment as she lets of a soft high-pitched whine, covering her mouth and face hastily with her spare hand like she was ashamed by how wanting she was.

Ettore grunts and shakes slightly as he fists himself tightly, struggling to get his words out clearly.

“You know why that is, baby girl? Because you know I’ll take care of you. I know what you need. You might be a good girl out there… but this here, this is the real you. And it’s so fucking beautiful.”

She whimpers again as she fucks herself with her finger, throwing her head back in pleasure as he praises her. He sinks his hand down to cup his balls softly, pinching the soft skin of his ball sack and rolling it between his index finger and thumb, his hard dick on show for her and bobbing in front of the mirror.

His jaw hangs open slightly, his tight abs contracting and relaxing as he works himself, matching the pace at which she pumps her finger into her pulsing heat. “God I wish you’d let me fuck you.”

“Every night I go to the box I think about you, Y/N. Did you know that? God you’ve been so needy this week, like bitch in heat haven’t you?” Ettore groans out raggedly, gripping at his cock.

She’s only able to respond with a pathetic nod of her head, her words failing her at his blatant admission.

“I know… I know, baby girl… You want more don’t you? But it was you who said I couldn’t touch you.” He snickers teasingly as a thought comes to him.

“Get your pillow and put it under your ass for me.”

When she does this he can see her juices dripping down her inner thighs to soak the white fabric underneath her. She’s splayed out for him even better now, her slick pooling into the tight puckered hole beneath her pussy in a way that has him completely transfixed.

The noises in the darkened room are lewd and wet as he fists his cock faster now. Grunts and whimpers fill the air as she adds another finger, sloppily pumping her them into her core, the new angle helping her reach that sensitive patch inside herself, making her mewl pathetically.

“Do you always think about Monte in the box? Or have you ever thought about me? Please… tell me you’ve thought about this cock….”

She let out a desperate whine and screws up her face as the truth spills out of her. “I did… I do… I- I saw you.” She pants out, her hand reaching up underneath her shirt to paw at her tits desperately.

“I saw you in the corridor that day… I knew what you were doing… I’ve thought about it. Thought about you.”

Everything stops for a moment, his movement falters, his breath hitches, and his eyes focus only on her face.

She knew. She’d seen. And she’d carried on like nothing had even happened.

The makes something in him snap and he has to stop for a moment, his hands shaking and his cheeks flushing a deep pink as he desperately tries to hold off his climax.

“F-Fuck, Y/N. I knew it. Oh… you’re such a fucking good girl… Why didn’t you tell Monte?

The way he growls and pants only urges her on further, she can’t even form the words she’s so drunk on the feeling of him, the pleasure, his jealously, the feeling of him wanting her.

“Answer me. Why didn’t you tell him?”

She whimpers yet again and quickens her pace, and he can’t help but laugh out loud bitterly.

She’d been protecting him. She was just as perverted as him. She’d liked it.

“You can’t even say it… Oh… you love my attention don’t you? You want someone to notice you… Naughty girl. Monte’s just a boy and you need a real man don’t you?”

She nods pathetically in the reflection of the mirror, her cheeks pink and her expression wanton and shameless.

“Why don’t you give Daddy your panties and I’ll let you finish?”

Wordlessly she shakily passes her soaked panties to him from the bottom bunk, his fingers brushing her wet fingers and gathering some of the slick coating them. He brings them to his face, visibly shaking when he inhales her scent before sinking his fingers and her juices into his mouth.

“Oh shittt… you taste sweet. Sweetest fucking pussy I’ve ever tasted…”

He grabs his own pillow now, shoving it inbetween his legs. He wanted to finish with her and the thought of touching his cock with his slick covered fingers was just too much to handle.

Ettore hips begin to rock slowly, dragging his length over the fabric as he begins to hump against the soft pillow. His hands rest tightly on his hips as his chest begins to rise and fall jaggedly, watching her eyes squeeze shut in pleasure, her thighs shaking now.

“Oh, you poor girl… you need to cum don’t you? I can see it in your eyes… Tell me.”

“I need- Ah- I need to cum. The box… it’s not enough… I need to cum, I need…”

He continues to rut against the mattress, his cock swollen red as he takes his other hand down to twist and squeeze his balls. He rubs his nose into the crotch of her panties, breathing in her scent and panting pathetically.

Ettore grunts a little angrily now and lets out a low bitter laugh.

“You need to cum… what, baby girl?”

He smirks and snarls a little, licking at her panties crotch and locking eyes with her in the mirror when she finally says the words he’d dreamed of hearing.

“I need to cum…. Daddy.”

With her confession, everything starts to lose control and their movements become more frenzied, Ettore rutting so eagerly against the pillow that the whole bed frame starts to squeak, and he finds he can barely hold on anymore.

“Fuck! Show me your tits and make yourself come. Pinch them, fuck yourself… I can’t hold on much longer…”

She drags her shirt up to her neck revealing her heaving breasts, they’re moving now she’s pumping into herself so hard and fast. When she pinches her nipples her jaw hangs open, her eyes screw shut… and then she’s there.

With a soft high-pitched whine, she’s climaxing hard, squirting onto the pillow and biting her lip so hard she breaks the soft skin.

He doesn’t give her much time to recover, and quickly lays on his side on the top bunk, rapidly fisting his pink flushed cock.

“Y/N, get up, open your mouth and take what I’m gonna give you.”

Doing as she’s told, she shakily jumps up to face the bunk, gripping the frame tightly to steady herself. Her sweet, blushed face is level with his cock as she opens her mouth to him, tongue out and waiting. Within a few seconds he leans forward and spills onto her tongue with a deep guttural moan, coating her lips and chin with hot ropes of his cum.

And just like that the moment is over. He slumps down laying on his back panting, gazing down at her as she wordlessly swallows his spend and licks her lips to clean up the rest.

He couldn’t believe she’d actually done it.

…Had she really wanted this?

Should he kiss her? Would she even want him to?

He can barely think straight, his forearm coming up to cover his face as he lays there catching his breath, sweat cooling on his skin. When he finally opens his eyes again she’s already gone, laying down on the bottom bunk and dressing hastily.

Fuck. He should say something. Say anything.

“… Thanks.” He swallows and stutters awkwardly, staring up at the ceiling. “Did you… you did… finish didn’t you?”

Her voice comes out small and shy again, she’s retreated further back now under the bunk that he can no longer see her in the mirror, and something about this makes his stomach lurch.

“I did, yeah. Uhm… Thanks.”

Silence.

Not another word was exchanged between the of them for the rest of the night.

He’d thought about this for days, how he’d take her, how he’d force her, how he might hurt her, but there and then, in that very moment… he hadn’t been able to bring himself to lay a single finger on her.

He’d planned to make her his.

But somehow, laying there spent and exhausted in the dark, Ettore felt like it was her who had branded him.

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Chapter 4 - Friday

Chapter 5 - Unspoken

Chapter 6 - Tuesday, 27 October 2015 (18+)

Chapter 7 (final) - Taste of regret

The Aftermath

Chapter 1 - Start believing

Chapter 2 - Behind bars

Chapter 3 - Belly of the beast

Chapter 4 - White wolf

Imagines

Being a counselor at the summer camp

The well

Police academy

Dating Travis

SPN comes to the rescue

Don't you wanna kiss me and seal the deal, Sheriff?

Camping drabble

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kindheartedgummybears · 7 months

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dawwww look at these wives taking their dog on a walk aren't they just adorable???🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

#its okay yall!! They dont bite!!!#“w-what do you mean 'they'?”#😁😁😁😁😁😁#Supermassive Games #Supermassive Gays #The Dark Pictures #The Dark Pictures Anthology #House of Ashes #HoA #Rachel King #Clarice Stokes #Clarachel #thats... thats their shipname right????#Clarice x Rachel #Rachel x Clarice #just a couple of gals being pals #and they were roommates...#and they were warmates....

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thewanderingbutler · 2 years

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Travis Hackett x Reader WIP : PART 1

I wrote the first two chapters and wasn't sure if I was going to continue. Because people have expressed such support I have found the motivation to continue. More Chapters out now!

Fast Click to Chapter list

Background info: I’ve basically inserted (Y/N) into Laura and Max’s situation but with a twist. I’ve tried to keep much of the game dialogue the same in some scenarios so you can actually hear Travis Hackett saying it.

Chapter 1: An Impromptu Meet

“Fuck. It’s gotten really dark out” you say as you survey the road.

Maybe driving in a day early wasn’t such a good idea. Especially this late at night. You did call ahead… kind of. You left a voicemail saying you’d be in later so that should have been good enough. I mean, Mr. Hackett always talked about how welcoming the town of North Kill was to new counsellors so this shouldn’t be that… bad.

“Shit. Did I miss the exit?”

You swing your head to look behind you in case you missed any signs. Your eyes shifting from one side to the other. When you turn back around you see something in the road, and you’re approaching it - Fast. You grab the steering wheel and swerve hard to the left. You feel a slight bump and skid off the road. The car crashes through the wooden fence, veering off into the forest. Hitting a stump you lose control of the wheel. The car twists and turns through the forest jostling you in the process. Next thing you know the car has skidded to the side and come to a stop.

You sit there for a time being, processing just what the fuck has happened. Your car makes puttering sounds in the silence.

“Oh my God… Oh my fucking God.” You say in disbelief.

Slowly regaining your composure you unbuckle your seatbelt. It hits your arm slightly as it zips up back into its regular place. You’re amazed that your airbag didn’t deploy after all that. You reach for the car door and open it with a shaky hand. As you take a step outside the vehicle you realize you’re a bit dizzy. Holding onto the car you steady yourself while taking in your surroundings. Yup. You are in the woods. Fuck. You take out your phone from the car and put on the flashlight, walking to the front to check out the damage. Shining the light you see where your front bumper is bent and that the right headlight is out, glass broken around it.

“Shit…okay…okay. Not bad.” You move your flashlight a bit more, now seeing a bit of blood on the car. “But not great”. You say exasperated.

What the fuck was that? It was low to the ground but it looked… hunched? Fuck, how badly could it be hurt? I didn’t hit it straight on…

The wind blowed, rustling the leaves of the forest. For a moment you almost forgot how far you are from the road. Staring into the darkness you feel a sense of unease, as if there was something more than you in this neck of the woods.

Yeah. I gotta get the hell out of here

You open up the hood, hoping that you don’t see any damage you can’t fix easy. Nothing seemed too out of the ordinary… or so you hoped. It was kind of hard to even examine the car in your shaken state. As you close the hood you take a step to your side and catch yourself on a tree root, falling flat on your face.

“Oh God damn it.” You say, struggling to get up.

You wipe the mud off your phone first and then attempt to wipe down part of your shirt, making the stain worse in the process. You sigh out loud and make your way to the driver’s seat. As you open the door you hear a noise. Looking back slightly you hurry into the car and immediately lock it. You relish in the safety of your car, slowly realizing the soreness in your neck. Bringing your hand up to the nape of you twinge. Seems like your little adventure caused some slight whiplash. Although you don’t feel great it’s not as bad as it could be. You sigh once more as you get the keys to start the car up. As you turn the keys the car spits out rapid clicking noises but doesn’t catch.

“No, no, no! Come on!”

A sense of dread fills your stomach. You try again but it’s just the same sound over an over. You put your head down on the steering wheel. Closing your eyes you lift your head up.

“FUCK!” You scream as you hit both hands on the steering wheel.

You grip the steering wheel for a few seconds before opening up your eyes and tilting your head back. Out of the corner of your eye you see a man in the window.

“FUCK!”

The man stands there calmly. You notice the police uniform and you place your hand on your chest, centring yourself.

“Jesus fucking Christ…. Oh my God you scared me”

After you finish swearing and your heart beat isn’t going a million of miles per second the officer speaks.

“Roll it down.”

“Of course officer”

Rolling down the window you can see him more clearly. He’s got short dark hair, a slender face, and piercing eyes that look black in the darkness of the forest.

“Are you injured”, he says in a serious tone.

“No”, you say immediately. “Well, my neck hurts a bit but I’m okay. Just a little shaken up.”

“Mmhmm” he says, looking at you before drifting his attention to the front of the car.

He walks up to where the damage is and you watch him. He slowly approaches where you’ve damaged the car and bends down. After a second of scanning the front he stands back up.

“You wanna tell me what’s happened here?” He says in a very straight to the point tone.

You gulp as he makes his way back to your window. You can’t look him straight in the eyes so you look literally anywhere else as you muster up your answer.

“Yeah, uh, I-I was driving along the road and took my eyes off for just a second a-and when I looked back there was an animal or something right in front of me so I swerved to avoid it but ended up losing control and…” you pause to compose yourself. “And now I’m here.”

You finish your rambling, shaky response by looking at the officer. His facial expression hasn’t changed at all, fully focused on only what you are saying.

“What did this animal look like?” He’s dead serious, it causes you to shiver a bit.

“I couldn’t really tell, it was so dark and it happened so fast that I don’t know what I hit.”

The cop pauses, closing his eyes for a second before speaking. He looks back at you.

“Can you get your car running?”

“No officer. I don’t know why but it won’t start up… Here I’ll try again.”

You reach for the keys, give them a turn and the same clicking sound starts up again with no sign of stopping. He visibly sighs.

“Alright ma’am please exit the car. Let’s get to the road.”

“Oh okay” you say as he takes a step back from the vehicle.

Fuck. Honestly I’m just glad there was someone out here. I did not like the idea of being here all alone.

You open the car door, placing your feet on the ground. Standing next to him felt more intimidating than when you were in the car. Maybe it’s because he’s a few inches taller than you and so the height difference is more apparent. The fact that he looks extremely serious probably doesn’t help though. Before closing your door you speak up, catching his attention.

“Um, would it be possible to grab my bag from the back? If I’m leaving my car I’d like to take my belongings with me….”

He pauses for a second before replying. “Yeah. We can do that.” He waves his hand nonchalantly towards your car then to the police vehicle. “You can put in the trunk. Let’s get a move on. ” He starts walking.

“Thank you.” You say as you turn to your seat.

You take your backpack from the passenger seat with your water bottle and sunglasses. Pressing a button you pop the trunk and close the driver’s side door. Grabbing your bigger bag from the back you shut the trunk. You pat the vehicle, hoping you’ll see your car sooner than later. You fast walk to the cop car and lug your bigger bag into the back, choosing to keep your backpack by your side. You look to the cop. He’s shuffling some things from the front to the back seat area so you can sit. He bends back up, his hand on the passenger side door waiting for you. Closing the cop car's trunk you make your way over. You can feel him staring at you so you mostly stare at the ground while you walk. Near the door you decide to look up at him.

“Thank you again for all your help”, you say giving a slight smile.

You see his facial expression change, he’s not making eye contact but focusing on the side of your face. You’re a bit perplexed but you keep the smile. He reaches to his side.

“Hold still please.”

Now you’re even more confused. Your smile starts to drop and your eyes dart to his hand. He’s taking something out of his pocket.

“What are you doing…?” You say with apprehension.

He brings out a handkerchief, shakes it once to unfold it and brings himself closer to you, arm outstretched. You step back.

“I said, stay, still.” He says assertively.

You freeze. Closing your eyes not knowing what to expect until you feel the cloth at the side of your face.

“Just….yeah…” he says in almost a whisper.

He’s wiping your face. You totally forgot about the fall you had earlier. You must have had some dirt on your face.

“Mhmm…there.” He mutters as he steps back, taking away the handkerchief from your face leaving you with only the tingly sensation of the cloth.

You open your eyes again, meeting his.

“Fresh as a daisy.” He says to you in an almost friendly tone. “Now, let’s get going.”

“Oh yeah, um, okay…” You say as you sit down, still wondering why he did that for you.

He shuts your passenger door. You put your backpack down between your legs and reach for the seatbelt. He walks to the drivers seat and closes the door once he’s in. Without even looking at you he starts up the car and puts it into reverse. He turns his body towards you, reaching his hand toward your headrest and begins to back up. You til your head slightly so you’re not right next to his arm. You try not to look at him directly but as he shuffles in his seat you can’t help but notice the profile of his face. He’s actually quite attractive. He’s got a strong yet lean face, making his other facial features quite distinct. His hooded eyes are what initially caught your attention. Every time he looks at you it’s like he can see right through you, which is a bit unnerving on your side. The police uniform collar fits his neck perfectly, making his Adam’s apple quite pronounced. You realize you’ve probably been staring for a while so your eyes wander away from his frame. He definitely fits the role of tough rural police officer with a face like that. As he reaches the road the car ride starts to smooth out. Rolling to a stop he bring his hand back and puts the car in park. With one hand on the wheel and the other on his thigh he exhaled, looking right at you.

“Now, you wanna tell me, just what in the HELL you are doing, all the way out here, this late at night?”

The tone change made you jump a bit. Now we’re back to serious cop.

“Oh, yeah, I-I was headed up to Hackett’s Quarry summer camp, I’m a new counsellor.” You say with minimal stuttering.

Visibly raising his eyebrow he takes a second to pause, zero-ing in on your face.

“You’re one night early.”

“Yes, yes I am. I called ahead so they knew I was coming. Thought I’d get in early and scope it out”. You turn your head back to where your car ran off the road. “Of course that hasn’t worked out great.” You say with a bit of an exasperated laugh at the end.

The officer doesn’t laugh back. You stop smiling and clear your throat slightly. He looks down and presses his lips together as if he was contemplating something. He looks up at you for a second, focusing of your face and your expression before looking back down.

“You’re not going to make it to Hackett’s Quarry.” Looking up he shakes his head. “Not Tonight.” He turns, focusing on the road ahead.

He taps his fingers on the steering wheel, probably thinking about what to do with you. As he’s taking a moment to pause you look down the road too. You turn your head a bit too fast making you wince from some slight pain. The cop notices this too, looking you up and down as you put your hand to the back of your neck.

“I’ll take you to the station tonight. It’s closest and I need to be out tonight.” He’s taken his hand off his thigh and placed the car in drive before you could respond.

“Oh…okay… that should be fine…” you say hesitantly. He starts a u-turn and begins to drive down the road.

“If you’re worried about what’ll happen to your car I’ll make sure to get it out first thing tomorrow. I’ll bring it to the scrapyard to get looked at.”

“Oh, that’s fine. Thank you.” You say a bit off-put. “I was just wondering… you said you’d be out? Will you leave me alone at the station?”

“Yup. I have things to take care of but I’ll give you a a bed ‘till morning. I’ll take you to the camp tomorrow. Do you understand.” The way he said it was more of an order than a question.

“Yes. Absolutely. Thank you Officer.”

“Mhmm” he replies.

For the rest of the drive you both sat in silence, filling the car with steady breathes and racing thoughts.

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Chapter 2

BTW- this is the first fanfic I’ve ever written. Let me know what you think!

#travis hackett #travis hackett x reader #the quarry x reader #travis hackett smut #travis hackett x you #reader insert #x reader #the quarry #the quarry game #the quarry x you #the quarry fanart #supermassive games #harum scarum #ted raimi

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looktothetree · 1 year

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You: "Hey can you grab that book up there?"

Dylan: "Of course." smirks "Small bean."

He gets the book for you and hands it to you.

You frown and take it.

Dylan: "You're welcome?"

You: fight back a smile "Fuck off."

Dylan: grins "Yeah I love you too."

He leans down and plants a small kiss on your cheek before walking past you.

#dylan lenivy #dylan lenivy x you #dylan lenivy x reader #supermassive games #drabbles #imagine #the quarry #frienship #friends #fluff

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hope-to-hell · 17 days

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Wash it Away. Hector Munday x Reader. What do you think he does in his downtime? Surely he doesn’t just bathe in the blood of innocents; there’s got to be something of the mundane to balance all this out. Maybe he takes his coffee with cream, watching morning mist roll across the lake. And maybe you can find him in the bath after a long night’s work. Smut.

———

How was last night?

Even reflected in the shaving-glass, his gaze cuts deep. But there’s the slightest crinkle in the crows’ feet that have begun to gather at the corners of his eyes; a bruise blooms beautifully down his side, but he moves with almost languorous fluidity. The last few strokes of his straight razor are precise, steps in a long-perfected dance. Went well enough. He leans to set aside the tray that holds his shaving kit, soap and water sliding slickly down his back. Hn. A sigh— a letting-go— slips free as he reclines in the bathtub.

Could be better, could be worse?

As it is with all things.

It’ll be a few days yet before another batch of guests arrives. There’s wallpaper to hang, fuses to replace, and a thousand other little tasks that come with a place like this. Later this afternoon he’ll surely be out working in the curing shed, sleeves rolled to the elbow, surrounded by the sick-sweet odor of formalin and meat. It’s messy work that somehow always gives him an intense appetite for the pleasures of the flesh. As likely as not he’ll chase you down and have you right there on the path, stones and twigs digging bruises into your hands, your face, your knees and thighs— everywhere, really— as you drool and pant into the dirt.

But right now— go on. Get in the tub. Take advantage of this all too brief time when there is no pressing business to take care of yet. Enjoy this. Enjoy him. These moments are so few that each is precious, to be treasured in the long dark nights when he sends you to your room and says stay gone til morning. Well, what are you waiting for? Don’t get lost in pleasure’s absence while it’s right there in front of you. He lifts a hand just so and it's got you stripping down like your clothes are on fire. Climb on in and settle back against his chest. Flick that last little bit of soap from his jaw.

This feels nice, doesn’t it? He’s so warm, so broad, thicker than you ever would’ve guessed before you first saw him out of those clothes— bloody after an unlucky night, stitching himself up with fishing line and looking thunderous like you still living was the icing on the fucking cake— remember that look? Remember what you said to him? You haven’t got a suture kit? What kind of mickey-mouse operation is this? Remember how you could practically hear the gears turning in his mind before he shrugged and turned back to his work?

Remember when that bravado of tired-beyond-tired mouthing-off gave way and left this in its wake? It’s strange how these paths branch and reconnect, how the fearful thrill of survival turns into anticipation. Remember— He chuffs and wraps an arm around you. Don’t get lost in it. The water’s just this side of scalding, such that somewhere beneath these mountains of bubbles he’s rosy-pink except for where he’s a deeply pulsing red. Oh. Oh. Even though you know he’s hard and wanting, it still sends that shock of anticipation down to your toes when he brushes against your ass.

Go on, then. Raise up just a bit, just enough to reach for him and guide him home. There’s a slowness to the drag and burn of him inside you, but give it a moment, won’t you? Relax. Feel his arm barred across your ribs. Watch the subtle clench of his jaw as his free hand traces down your belly and beyond, and with the delicate pinch and roll of his fingers he gives you exactly what you need.

Keep your eyes on him. He remembers how you like it, how to pin you on him, how to coax your thighs just that little bit farther apart. Watch his lips part. Keep your eyes open. It’s tempting to invite the dark, to erase everything but pure physical sensation, but you don’t want to miss this. You’re going to come on his cock one way or another, but think of how sweet it’ll be to see him follow you down; if you watch his face you might yet see the moment when he comes undone, when just for a moment he’s stripped down to his purest self. He's close, seeming to grow somehow even thicker and Fuck. I’m so full of you. I can’t—

You will.

Go ahead. Fall. There’s nothing left to do but feel it happen, so greet the little death and let it in. And that’s a growl, deep in his chest; he grips you tight and pulses inside, but his hand doesn’t stop, not til you’re thrashing in his grip from overstimulation. Shh. That’s it, relax. This is good, isn’t it? The comedown’s slow and shaky; he will hold you tight until he softens and slips free, but for now you remain pinned here, filled with his seed. Breathe slow and deep. In, out. In, out. That’s it. That’s good.

#hector munday #hector munday fic #Hector munday smut #munday #munday x reader #munday x you #the devil in me #the devil in me fic #the devil in me smut #supermassive games #Hector munday x reader #hector munday x you

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multi-fandom-imagine · 2 years

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It’s 4am, on break and I couldn’t help but think of this.

Imagine:

Giving Travis Hackett a blow job as he’s driving his car and he’s just so distracted and not paying attention he hit’s / runs over Silas.

And during the next full moon Chris and his kids never changed so everyone is just like wtf.

Meanwhile Travis just keeps it to himself that he killed the werewolf because he was to distracted from a blow job by you.

#travis hackett x reader #the quarry travis #travis hackett #Travis hackett x you #the quarry #the quarry x you #the quarry x reader #supermassive games #supermassive games x you #supermassive games x reader #supermassive games the quarry #supermassive the quarry #supermassive #supermassive x you #supermassive x reader

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thefanficmonster · 1 year

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Hey! I have a request, could you write something with M!reader being Jacob's bi awakening?

Oh hell yes I can, dear Anon 😌 Enjoy 💕

Pairing: Jacob Custos x Reader (Male) [The Quarry]

Warnings: Sexually Confused Jacob Custos (this man needs a warning no matter the scenario and I love that for him)

Genre: Fluff, Humor

Jacob Custos is chaos

If chaos were adorable, wore a snapback and walked on two legs

He's also Oblivious - capital O

He tries his best though, I swear he does

And that applies to everything in his life

Feelings included

That being said, it's safe to say this manchild spent many all-nighters trying to figure out those aforementioned feelings

Like why his hands would become just a tad less steady or competent with you around

Or how he damn near forgot how to breathe when you swept the cap off his head and put it atop your own

Jacob is not afraid to admit a fellow guy is easy on the eyes

Hell, he's called you hot to your face

But never has that made him pale in the face like it did with you

And the smile you gave him in return?

Dude, are you trying to kill the poor guy?!

If yes, let me tell you - you almost did

On several occasions, that is

But especially that night you two stayed behind to clean up after everyone left the bonfire

That night when you took his breath away with one teasingly spoken:

"If you wanna kiss me, just do it, Jakey."

I don't know who was more surprised

Him, for your upfront remark

Or you, because he actually did

In conclusion, Jacob Custos is equally a simp for girls and guys

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amberpriceenthusiast · 2 years

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Dylan, over text: we’ve only gone on a few dates but I feel like he’s losing interest in me :(

Ryan, in person: I think I fell in love back at camp but I don’t know how to tell him

Kaitlyn, contemplating throwing her phone across the room: yeah uh huh that’s so sweet

Kaitlyn, in her head: I am going to fucking murder one of these boys

#Kaitlyn hates these two idiots!!#but ‘hates’ in a loving way #‘Laura can you take my shift with handling Ryan and Dylan I can’t do this anymore’#the quarry #supermassive games #dylan lenivy #ryan erzahler #kaitlyn ka #radioheads #ryan x dylan #dylan x ryan #ryan/dylan #dylan/ryan #the quarry incorrect quotes #incorrect the quarry quotes

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clarichoupie · 2 years

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Just them... ♡

Oh and of course, Happy birthday to our amazing Dylan! He must be so tired of carrying the whole game on his shoulders... poor guy...

#The Quarry #the quarry spoilers #supermassive games #ryan erzahler #dylan lenivy #ryan x dylan #dylan x ryan #drylan #rylan #radioheads #or whatever you call this ship #i love them so much #Oh and of course no hate towards Abi and Nick #They too deserve all the love in the world and are cute #abigail blyg #nick furcillo #abigail x nick

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in-a-mountain-pool · 9 months

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Supermassive Black Hole Ch4

Ettore x Reader

pronouns: She/her (afab)

rating: Explicit/18+

warnings: NSFW/minors DNI, smut, violence, dubious consent, toxic relationships, abuse

word count: ~5500

summary: The morning after. Y/N has to decide who she wants more, Monte or Ettore. Reader’s POV.

A/N: I’m so sorry for the delay on this one! Life got in the way, but after a whole bunch of procrastination, here she is! And the first chapter through the Reader’s POV... Huge thank you to the lovely @ewanmitchellcrumbs and @bottlesandbarricades for reading through this mess. Dedicating this one to you Ange <3

As always likes, reblogs and comments are not a requirement, but lovely to come online to.

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Masterlist

It was night still on the prison ship when you finally stirred awake, the harsh artificial lighting low, casting a dark blue hue in the space around you. The room reeked of sex and musk, the sheets beneath you still damp and sweaty from the events of the night before. The muscles of your body ached in such a delicious manner that you’d almost come to forget, your limbs tight and spent in the best kind of way. A cool draft nips at the bare skin of your legs as they twist into the thin fabric of the covers, a lazy smile spreading onto your face as you remember exactly why, and exactly who was responsible. Tentatively your finger trails a path from your cheek to your lips, the hot sensation of him spilling into your mouth just a few hours before replaying in your mind, over and over.

You could still hear him snoring softly from the bunk above you. The man who’d made your body sing without even touching you.

Ettore.

From here you couldn’t see him, but oh how you wished you could. His tattooed arm was slung languidly over the side of the bunk, long fingers trembling every now and then like he was dreaming, reaching out for something, or maybe even someone. You couldn’t help but wonder whilst you gazed at those hands of his, did he have anyone to hold his hand? Has anyone ever laced their fingers with his?

You couldn’t resist, as slowly you sat up on the bed to get a closer look. For a man so loud and confident, Ettore’s hands told a very different story. His hand was large and careworn, the nails bitten down and cuticles raw from nervous picking. Small thin white scars decorated his palms, catching the light and shining ever so slightly in a way that had you captivated. Perhaps he’d been a working man? A builder? Maybe even a carpenter, once upon a time? Before he’d done whatever it was that had landed him here with the rest of you.

But here, the past didn’t really matter anyhow. He was just a man. A man with hands you so desperately wanted to touch you.

Breathing in, like the slightest false movement might shatter the moment forever, you reach up to tenderly stroke the pads of your fingers down his palm. You find yourself following the lines there with such reverence, wondering if they could tell you something, anything about him.

You’d spoken a few times now, even shared a meal, but you didn’t know the first thing about him. Ettore was always like that, making jokes, saying lewd things, but never really saying anything about himself.

But he’d called you beautiful.

You’d never had any doubts about how he seemed to feel about you.

You can’t help but chuckle softly as you trace the inside of his wrist, remembering the first time you’d noticed him on board, before you’d gotten close with Monte.

It had been a lazy Sunday morning, the second week you’d been incarcerated on the ship. You’d watched Ettore saunter into the canteen bold as brass one morning, calling someone this, that and the other and frowning like a petulant little boy. When he’d finally sat down to breakfast (after quite a bit of bitching), you’d watched his face cycle through four different emotions whilst eating his porridge: Pain, he’d burnt his tongue (the greedy little shit), disgust when he’d finally tasted it, disappointment, and then surprise when the porridge had slipped off his spoon and splashed his front with milk.

‘This was the Ettore everyone was so wary of?’ You thought to yourself. ‘The guy who had started fights with pretty much every man on the ship?’

The tattoos on his arms and neck may have fooled most, but underneath that, if you looked closely enough, Ettore was strangely delicate. Soft blonde hair dusted his chest, and the sweetest constellation of freckles decorated his torso in a way that was almost ethereal. He couldn’t be much older than 21. He was still a boy who hadn’t really grown into himself yet, limbs too long for him, and baby-blue eyes which would often betray the hard scowls on his face. If it wasn’t for the mouth on him, he’d be cute.

You’d watched him every morning during exercise, trying to pretend you hadn't felt his burning stare on your body, or watched the way he’d lick his lips at you in the reflection of the windows of the lab. It was obvious that he’d been interested, his red ears had been the first give away, but he’d never said a single word to you then. He’d never so much as bumped into you during the morning roll call. It was almost as if he didn’t really know what to say, let alone do with you.

At least, that was until you’d started to hang out with Monte.

Until you’d caught Ettore in the act.

Monte had been so sweet to you. The first person to even say hello to you on the ship, and with a smile like that, who could blame you? It was so easy to be with him, and the more time you’d spend together, the more you’d realised just how well you seemed to fit.

The routine had been the same for the past two weeks, every morning he’d be there waiting for you outside of your cell, leaning against the wall with his hand out ready to take you to breakfast. Evenings had been spent just talking in his room, sharing stories of better times on Earth, with fleeting touches and stolen glances. He’d even given you the shirt off his back one night when you’d been cold, brushing a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. But that was the last time he’d really paid attention to you.

Since then, since the kiss, Monte had acted like you didn’t even exist. Days had turned to into a week, and nothing. Maybe he’d regretted it? Or maybe he’d just thought you weren’t even worth the risk of being caught?

The loneliness had been the worst part of it. The lack of human contact was excruciating in a way that had to be experienced to be believed. Every time you had tried to touch him he’d flinch like you’d burned him. Like it wasn’t him who’d reached out to you in the first place.

But maybe you’d been looking for a connection in the wrong place, in the wrong person, you think to yourself, as your finger traces the prominent vein running down Ettore’s arm, soft hairs brushing against the pad of your finger.

There was something about Ettore, something about the boyish look in his eyes, the way he always tried so hard to talk to you that made your chest tight. He wasn’t the sort to shoot the breeze or waste his words on just anyone, but for some reason, he had wanted to speak with you. To tease you. To know you.

Afterall, it had been Ettore who had reassured you when you had been frightened. Ettore who’d given you warmth without even touching you.

And he wanted you. So badly he hadn’t been able to help himself around you, twice.

As morning on the ship crept in, the lights in the ship slowly became brighter and warmer. Your hand pauses reluctantly, ceasing your fingers' tender path along the edge of his bruised knuckles.

No more games, you think to yourself.

I want to be the one to hold his hand.

Your eyes flicker over his form, stealing a quick look at him dozing before you can slip out of the cell. His curved lips were parted, soft breaths blowing at the sparse blonde hairs on his chest. The thin sheet covering Ettore was low on his hips, leaving very little to the imagination. Before you can chicken out, your fingers shake a little as you pull it over his shoulders to keep the cold of the morning at bay. A lazy smile graces his face in his sleep, a small one to mirror your very own.

Like this, it was hard to imagine him ever being violent or aggressive at all.

It was still so early that not a soul was awake as you walked through the winding corridors of the ship. You have to take the long way around to the labs, since they'd shut off half of the ship the night before. As you walk, it's hard to ignore how the fabric of your shorts brushes against your bare ass as you walk, or the slight breeze between your legs.

The cheeky bastard had kept your panties.

Smirking to yourself you push open the double doors to the lab… and the picture that greets you makes you freeze on the spot.

Monte was stood at a lab bench with Dibs behind him, draping her arms around his neck and whispering into his ear. Her lips were so close that they traced the shell of his ear.

"... I'm not saying you have to do anything. Just think about it, hmm? Think about me."

Dib's long hair trails down her back, spider-like in her movements as she fondles at his shoulders.

Monte? Monte… and Dibs?

Were they… involved?

A sharp gasp escapes your lips before you can stop it, your shoes squeaking on the floor as you move to hurry out of the door. Your feet carry you on autopilot down the corridor and to a quiet corner. Your back slides against the wall as you slump down to sit on the hard floor, completely stunned. It's not long before Monte appears in front of you, his eyes wide and panting hard.

"Y/N! It's… it's not what you think. We're not-."

You cut him off before he can finish.

"So she's the reason you've been ignoring me? … Monte, what the fuck is going on?" The look on your face is incredulous, angry, and more than anything, tired.

Silence passes over you both for a few moments. The tendons in his neck twitch and his jaw grinds like he was trying to work out exactly what to say, before reluctantly he joins you, sinking to the ground beside you.

"... Yeah. She is actually. But not because of what you’re thinking." Monte mumbles, fiddling with the aglet on his shoelace aimlessly, avoiding your gaze.

"You see, she… she's always had a thing for me. Always gone after the girls I've been friends with. In one way or another."

The last part hangs over you heavily as he whispers it. You stare him down, your hand on his shoulder, begging him to look at you.

"... What do you mean by that? 'In one way or another?'"

"I was friends with Elektra… before she got pregnant." Monte whispers, casting a brief look at you to gauge your reaction.

"You got her pregnant!?" You gasp out. Was this why he had never really touched you?

"No! No, no it wasn't like that. Not like it is between us… But Dibs thought it was. So she punished Elektra by choosing her as her… specimen."

The word sends shivers down your spine. When you had arrived, the woman, Elektra, had only just had her baby, but you'd just assumed that maybe she'd been sent there pregnant, or maybe she'd even had a fling, or a lover on the ship. But you'd never have assumed something like this. He continues his story with a grave tone to his voice.

"Dibs drugged her. And one night, she… injected it into her whilst she slept… And it was all my fault."

Monte suddenly grabs your hand that was resting on the floor, looking into your eyes intensely. His words tumble out in a panicked mess.

"She'll do the same to you if I don't stay away from you… I shouldn't have kissed you… I'm just so sorry."

Monte’s blue eyes search yours desperately, his grip on your hand getting tighter. You struggle to find the right words, to say something to make it better but you can't.

"So what? You're just not allowed to get close to anyone for fear of what she'll do? For the rest of your life?" You utter in sheer disbelief.

"You've seen Boyse. She's not just… away with the fairies, Y/N. Dibs, she keeps her that way. She makes her doses higher than everyone else's because Boyse fought back just one time. She questioned her methods, and now she's barely even in the room when you're speaking to her." Monte's voice is strained, his eyes bloodshot and piercing into yours.

All you can do is listen as he whispers to you frantically, begging you with his gaze.

"...So, that's why I'm ignoring you. I'm trying to keep you safe. I don't want her to do something like that to you," he gulps slightly, pursing his lips before he finishes his sentence, "so you and I are… it's done. We can't be close. Not anymore."

The whole situation makes your blood boil, and bile rises into your mouth. Monte looked so defeated, so pale and withdrawn. And Dibs would always win. It was hard to be angry with him after all was said and done. Even if he had fought for you, it would be a losing battle. And after everything with Ettore, you knew deep down you had no right. After a short moment, you break the heavy silence.

"... You know none of this is your fault? Please, tell me you know that?" Your lips tremble as you speak, your hand squeezing his back reassuringly.

"What she's doing, it's not just unethical, it's… it's evil." And then the thought hits you, striking fear into your heart.

"She's not making you… do anything for her, is she?" As soon as you say this, Monte's eyes shoot up to yours, his thumb stroking your palm to comfort himself as much as you.

"No. I wouldn't let her. She wants me to, but I'd sooner die before that." He murmurs, with a finality that makes your chest ache.

"... I'll never be with anyone again. Ever. Not even you," Monte whispers, "I'd thought about it, wanted it in fact… but my mind's made up. I care about you too much to take the risk."

With a solemn nod, he stands up from the floor, dusting off his trousers and swaying awkwardly on his feet.

"I'm sorry I pushed things… and wanted things you couldn't give me." You admit, your voice is just above a whisper.

Monte gazes down at you with an affection that's impossible to ignore, cracking an unexpected smile. He steps forward to breach the gap between you, his large hand cradling your jaw as he leans in to press a tender kiss to your forehead.

"No… I'm sorry. Wanting these things, it just means you haven't lost your humanity in here… and Y/N, that's the most beautiful thing about you. Please don't lose it."

Before he can part from you to return to the lab, he turns on his heel, his brow furrowed and his eyes dark.

"Y/N. I know you think he's your friend, and I've seen the way you look at him, but be careful with Ettore."

Your eyebrow quirks up at this, trying to not let your face betray you.

“What do you mean by that?”

Monte grimaces and shakes his head at the ground.

“Ettore isn’t a good person. It’s not just that he’s angry, it's that he’s… well, nothing has ever happened, and it’s none of my business but,” He mumbles, biting his lip like he was considering whether or not he was even going to tell you the next part, “... he’s got an unhealthy relationship with the girls on board.”

This peaks your interest. Ettore was strange and quiet, there was no denying that, and nobody here was a saint by any means, but what exactly had he done?

Before you can stop yourself, you find you’re defending him, trying to convince yourself that he had to be wrong.

“He can be… forward. Yes. But he’s never laid a hand on me. I promise you. He’s different with me. He’s… nice.”

It was technically true.

You try not to let the heat rise in your cheeks as your mind flashes to the way he’d looked at you before he spilled into your mouth the night before. The look in his eyes had been feral and needy in a way you had found utterly beautiful. The thought of never getting to see him like that again at this point was unbearable.

“Yeah well… he’s unpredictable. He snaps. And he likes to stare at the girls. Just watch yourself around him, alright? I’ll see you around.” Monte says, gently giving your hand a final squeeze before he walks away, and turns the corner back to the lab. And back to her.

When you return to your cell, Ettore has already left for the day. The day’s lab duties and the morning exercises, which you had recently come to thoroughly enjoy, had been cancelled in light of the solar flares. Any staff on the ship had been diverted to maintaining the ship, meaning by all accounts the day was a free for all. But you needed quiet, you needed time to reflect, a moment to yourself to decide how you really wanted to play this.

On Earth, before you’d been sent to the back end of nowhere, you’d often found solace in running, no thoughts except simply placing one foot in front of the other. Towel in hand you make your way to the ship's gym.

That evening, you run and run until your lungs sting and you can hardly breath. Your mind whorls with thoughts of Ettore, and Monte’s warnings. You just couldn’t marry the two, Your Ettore, and Monte’s. The way Ettore would look at you, his eyes searching yours so desperately only to dart away whenever he’d catch you staring right back at him. The shy smile that had warmed his face when you’d touched his hand for the first time. The way you swore you’d seen him blushing at you before you’d even taken off a scrap of clothing. The way he’d tasted…

Ettore made you feel more alive than you’d ever felt with Monte. You wanted, no, needed, to see him blush again and again, just like that.

Sweat is dripping down your back by the time you finally stumble off the treadmill and into the showers. The changing rooms were lonely tonight, the sound of your bare feet echoing against the cold tiles as you strip down and make your way to a cubicle. The hot water hits your body in pleasant streams, undoing the tight knots in your muscles and washing away all of the sweat, the fear and regret if only just for a moment.

Monte made his choice and he’d have to live with it. But that didn’t mean that you had to be alone.

You find yourself washing your body quickly, the thought of seeing Ettore again and truly letting yourself go with him etching a small smile on your face…

Until you feel it.

The presence of something behind you.

Someone behind you.

All of a sudden, a pair of forceful arms grab you from behind, sharply pressing against your neck to place you into a headlock. You try to scream, but the choking sounds leaving your throat are faint and pathetic, and the rush of the shower is so loud that you know in your heart that no one can hear you.

No one can save you.

The clothed body slams you hard against the tiled wall, grunting against your ear at your futile attempts to fight back. Your chest presses against the cold tiles, dragging as a hard knee pushes your thighs apart violently. Any attempts to overpower the Stranger grow weaker still as your brain screams out for oxygen, and your sight becomes blurred around the edges. Strong hands move to grip at your throat from behind, the other snaking down to push down their soaking trousers.

“Please! Don’t- you don't have to do this!” You sob out, your cheek shoved harshly against the wall.

Nothing.

“Please!? Who are you?! Please don’t!” You scream frantically, but you hear nothing from the person behind you but a deathly silence.

Without warning, a rough calloused hand grips you under your knee to hoist you up against the tiles. A sudden white-hot burning sensation rips into your thigh as your skin catches on the scalding hot faucet protruding from the wall, making you wail out in pain like a dog who’d been kicked.

Immediately the Stranger’s grip on your throat falters, dropping you to the floor of the shower and stepping away to leave you slumped over, with hot tears streaming down your face.

Why?

What was happening?

Why was this all happening?

Blind panic grips you as you scramble to catch your breath, trying to turn around to meet your assailant, but the room is spinning uncontrollably. And then you hear a voice… you hear him.

“... Y/N.” Ettore gravels out. You are barely able to hear him over the constant rush of the shower, but you’d know his voice anywhere.

You clamber up on shaking legs, cornered and vulnerable as you turn to face him. Desperately you try to cover your bare chest, searching for a way out. You find yourself staring into his eyes, praying you’d see a flicker of the Ettore you’d come to know so well, only to find nothing behind them.

Gone was the blonde-haired boy with the blushing smile.

“D-Don’t hurt me. We can talk about this. Please, just tell me what’s wrong?” You cry out, but no matter how hard you try, he just won’t look your way. Ettore’s eyes were fixed to the soft skin of your thigh, staring at the place he’d burnt you like a man crazed. Frightened whimpers escape your lips as he steps forward, watching with horror as he shakily reaches down to trace a circle around the raised skin on your thigh with a sudden look of distress and horror decorating his face.

You know you should run, you should fight him, but you find you’re stuck there, frozen to the spot.

His eyes flicker from the burn to your face frantically before he speaks once more.

“... Don’t you fucking dare hide yourself from me.” Ettore rumbles.

With firm hands he pulls your arms away to reveal your breasts to him once more, and with a deep growl he pins them above your head on the wall.

An uncontrollable desire seems to overcome him as his lips descend onto your neck, licking and biting at the soft sensitive skin underneath your ear. He takes your earlobe into his mouth, groaning wildly when he hears the soft involuntary mewling noises that tumble from your lips.

This is wrong, so wrong, you think to yourself, yet something compels you to stay, to let him do it to you. To give yourself to him. He felt good, he felt warm, and more than anything, you knew he wouldn’t hurt you.

He’d never hurt you surely?

You strain your wrists against his hands to touch him back, astonished when you find his grip tenses before loosening around you, as if the whole thing was for show. Like he couldn’t bring himself to mar your skin. He’s still tasting your neck and collarbones when you thread your fingers into his soaking wet hair, scraping your nails against the soft nape of his neck in a way that has him shivering and purring under your touch. Ettore’s large hands begin to grope and squeeze blindly at your breasts and the curves of your body with an unmistakable urgency. You try to return the favour, desperate to touch and explore his body more, but all you can feel is the drenched coarse fabric of his uniform bristling against your body.

Forever so close, yet so far away from you even now.

For a while you forget yourself, giving yourself over to him completely and letting Ettore paw and bite at your body under the heady spray of the shower. You find yourself moulding your soft body against his hard chest, pliant and submissive to him as your hands gripped his soaked sweater over his shoulders. His head darts down to capture your pert pink nipples between his lips and teeth, sucking and pulling each one with a smacking noise that makes your toes curl and your centre ache with desire. The sudden sensation of his thigh pushing in between your legs has you quivering, even more so when he grabs at your hips to grind your pussy over the hard muscle there.

With panting breaths he leers at the way your lips part as you whine, blue eyes darting between your face and the sight of you needily humping his thigh. Your own legs shake as he brings you closer and closer to your release, your mind racing with conflicted feelings, your head lolling back onto the hard surface behind you.

“Put your arms around my neck.” He grunts, hooking his hands under your bare ass to hoist you up against him and the wall.

Ettore lifts you effortlessly, with one hand slipping down to release himself from his boxers. He gives himself a quick stroke before roughly slapping the head of his cock against your clit. You don’t have long to look at him, or even prepare yourself before he thrusts home inside of you, the stretch of his cock making you wince and cry out into his shoulder, drawing a high pitched whine from your mouth. He's thick and heavy just like you thought he'd be. You'd wondered as you'd watched him stroke himself to the sight of you the night before, if it might hurt to have him fuck you… and now you knew.

Ettore doesn’t wait, doesn’t kiss or embrace you like you’d hoped he might. Hard angular hips pound into yours relentlessly, all the while he watches himself, mesmerised at the picture of his hard length disappearing into your heat over and over. It had been so long since you’d been with someone, so long since you’d been fucked like this that the sensation of him inside you makes your eyes water, the pain and pleasure mixing into something you couldn’t quite define.

He doesn’t make a sound apart from the occasional groan. You desperately try to look at him, to catch his eyes with yours as you let him take you, but you find nothing. He just buries his face into your shoulder, thrusting into you and coaxing strangled moans and sobs from your throat. The way he’s jackhammering his hips into yours now you know he won’t last long, and you doubt you’ll find your own release before he does. Until with a shift of his hips, Ettore’s hard length bullies at that soft spot inside of you that makes you lose all control, your nails biting half-moons into the pale skin of his neck. Despite the pain, you’re soon clenching around him, tightly milking his cock as he fucks you into the wall, your breasts uncomfortably rubbing against the fabric of his soaked sweatshirt.

“Et- Ettore, please, I- I need you…” You keen, nose nuzzling into his hair as you paw your hands against his back needily.

But still, nothing.

His hips pound upwards into you erratically now, and you can feel the muscles in his arms tremble as starts to chase his climax, his hard length pulsing against the soft walls inside you. You can feel his lips murmuring against your neck, silent patterns and vowels tracing against your skin, too quiet for you to make out no matter how hard you try. With a deep groan he hastily pulls out of you, awkwardly trying to hold you up whilst he violently pumps his flushed cock in his fist.

“Fffuck…” Ettore growls, spilling hot ropes of his cum onto his hand and onto your cunt.

Your eyes snap closed, drunk with pleasure when you feel him rubbing the thick head of his cock against your clit, smearing the mixture of his cum and your slick in lazy circles until you’re soon unravelling. You almost forget where you are for a short blissful moment, Ettore’s arms enveloping you to cradle your moaning and quivering frame against his chest. For the first time his touch is tender, his nose rubbing against your temple and into your hair, breathing in your scent.

It hits you then, just how small you were compared to him, just how vulnerable and delicate you are in the arms of a man everybody had told you to fear. It was obvious he could break you if he wanted.

But he hadn’t.

Ettore’s palm strokes gently down your side, tracing the rivets of your ribs and the swelling curve of your hips, until finally his fingers reach your pussy. He delves in between your swollen folds to gather the wetness there. His eyes are hooded, gazing down at you in awe as his fingers trace the edge of your parted lips, pushing past them and onto your tongue. Wordlessly you hollow your cheeks to taste his seed, your tongue curling deftly around the thick digits coated in your combined release. Ettore’s eyes flutter watching you, his cat-like lips pouting and twitching almost as if he wanted to kiss you. Slowly he drags them out of your mouth, never once breaking eye contact with you. With trembling arms he lowers you back to the floor of the shower, the echo of rushing water the only sound surrounding you both.

This is it. You think to yourself.

No more holding back.

Ever so gently you reach up your hand to cup at his prominent jaw, pushing up onto your tiptoes. The moment seems to drag, as your eyes close and your lips purse in anticipation to kiss him…

But the only sensation you feel is a sharp blinding pain as Ettore jerks away suddenly, shoving you back against the hard tiles of the shower, smacking your head against the wall.

“Don’t you fucking touch me!” He spits out, backing away like you’d burned him. His whole demeanour had shifted in the blink of an eye once more, his lips snarled and his eyes frantic, lunging forward to seize your chin with his fingers painfully.

“That’s not what this is,” he snaps, laughing cruelly, though the look on his face is anything but happy, “you’re just a warm place for me to put my fucking cock in, you understand? … Go back to your fucking boyfriend.” Ettore shoves you back down onto the hard floor of the shower, abandoning you there like you were nothing. You don’t make a sound, hot tears pouring down your face as you feel your chest tighten and your breaths quicken to an unnatural pace until you're hyperventilating.

And all that plays in your head, over and over, is Monte’s voice.

“Wanting these things, it just means you haven't lost your humanity in here… and Y/N, that's the most beautiful thing about you. Please don't lose it."

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Taste of regret (Chapter 2)

Summary:

After many Wednesdays comes that one Thursday

Chapter 2 - Thursdays

"Y/N", your name escaped his lips as a moan followed by deep growl before he whispered your name again.

His eyes felt heavy and it took Travis several attempts to open them, immediately regretting it as the sharp rays of sunlight pushing their way through his shutters resembled God's divine light, blinding him for merely daring to look at it. Never again, the thought hammered against the inside of his skull along with a thudding that made waking up feel like an impassable obstacle, Mount Hangover waiting to be climbed while Travis stood at the base slowly dawning on him that he had forgotten his climbing gear. He grunted and carefully lifted his torso like it was a fragile crystal vase. As soon as his eyes adjusted to brightness of the room, his glance fell on his hand laying on his hard member. It took a few seconds for the memories of the dreams to hark back to his mind. The last dream lingered bittersweet behind closed eyes, you lying in front of him, an undraped beauty with your legs spread wide open his name rolling off your tongue in pleading whispers. His hand gripped his cock harder, pushing his hips up to feel more of the friction and then he froze in mid movement. He just met you, barely had a few hours of intoxicated conversations and silly jokes. How did he dare to indulge in this lewd dreams and actions? You were too precious to be stained by his dirty old mind. And so Travis threw himself again into his usual Thursday morning routine, the clumsy dance of stretching tired legs off the bed and feet onto the floor, shivering firstly at the touch of the cold tiles, before rising up with outstretched arms to keep the balance. A cold shower, downing a whole bottle of water, putting on the black police uniform, attaching the gear and throwing a last glance of disgust at his reflection before heading to the precinct.

A few months had passed, followed by the same rituals, the same shame about the same dreams. Your Thursdays kicked off in a similar manner, waking up from licentious dreams about the sheriff. What was it about this man that made him ever-present even in your subconsciousness? As if you weren't already punished enough by catching yourself regularly thinking about him during the day, secretly casting an imaginary spell to make time pass faster until the next Wednesday. Oh and those wonderful Wednesdays always came just as the sheriff always arrived precisely at 9pm at your bar, smiling as soon as he saw you, educing a toothy grin from you.

"So any exciting events during your shift today", you asked as you put the usual drink in front of the sheriff.

Travis gulped down the entire glass of whiskey at once, waiting impatiently for that boisterous drunk voice to take over his doubtful mind again.

"The different week, same thing, makes me feel like Bill Murray on Groundhog Day but on a weekly scale."

You burst out laughing, blushing slightly, praying that he wouldn't notice but the sheriff did notice that light red tint on your cheeks, wondering if he could really be the reason for it. He mentally shook his head and tapped on the empty glass. Hours passed, you refilled his glass, he emptied it immediately, recounting his days, sharing jokes, throwing in the occasional sarcastic comment, an artless dance of pleasantries, laughter and untroubled chatter. A few minutes past eleven, you took the glass away, giving Travis a serious look.

"How about a deal?"

"What kind of deal?", he eyed you suspiciously.

You threw one hand up, enunciating while pressing your thumb against your middle and ring finger, "I'm make going to make you an offer you can't refuse."

Travis chuckled at your gesture, raising his hands in surrender.

"Please no horse head in my bed, I don't want to go through all the paper work."

The sly smile he gave you melted your heart, leaving nothing but a puddle of warmth in your chest.

"No more drinks for you today, you go home early and", you hesitated for a moment wondering whether he would even consider your proposal or laugh straight at you, "maybe, if you want, you, I mean we could have lunch...like uhm tomorrow?"

You scolded yourself mentally for loosing your confidence so quickly mid sentence and making the whole deal sound weird. It was just lunch, it was not like you'd asked him to fuck you senseless right here on the counter as he did in your dreams every night, it was a harmless lunch between two persons who knew each other or might even count as friends after all those Wednesdays they spent together talking.

While you were engulfed in your own doubts, Travis' brain halted all thoughts at once, turning itself into the bridge of the Enterprise on red alert. An inner dialogue unfolded, requesting clarification on the subject of this lunch. Lunch as an activity itself was pretty harmless, no matter how he turned it around, analysing every possible outcome, he didn't detect any valid reason to decline lunch. You would just eat grab a bit. He cleared his throat, swallowing heavy and taking a deep breath before looking squarely into your eyes.

"Ok, but only if you let me take care of the food."

You blinked in disbelief at his response, all your doubts washed away by a thrill of anticipation.

"You got yourself a prime deal, sheriff", you proclaimed as your fist gently punched his shoulder.

Travis' lips twisted into a charming but devilish grin.

"Ma'am, you just assaulted an officer!", he laughed as he got up, "you will have to accompany me to the precinct, tomorrow at noon."

"Yes, Sir", your voice beamed, "I'll be on time and I promise to not leave the country in the meantime.", crossing your fingers innocently.

You both started laughing out loud, Travis said goodbye and walked out of the door. The fresh breeze outside was a bliss on his heated face. You actually asked to see him outside of your work, and, to make it even sweeter, you did ask first. He had the very same question on his tongue for the whole last month, rehearsing it in front of the mirror, every Wednesday before he headed to the bar, hell even Hank started mocking him for it and told him to just ask the damn girl out, but even as he gave himself liquid courage, he always aborted the mission last minute, throwing the question as far away into the depth of his mind as possible while hoping that Hank wouldn't take the matter in his own hands as he saw him fail Wednesday after Wednesday. Maybe you would never reciprocate his romantic feelings, but, with this prospective lunch, he deemed it at least possible that you could become friends.

You were sure that you wouldn't be able to sleep this night. Your mind was racing, imagining all the clothes you owned in all possible variations, wondering what would be best suited for this date. No it's a lunch, you scolded yourself, not a date! But it could be, a faint voice hushed from the back of your head. You fell on your bed, closing your eyes, feeling your excited heartbeat that would keep you from rest tonight, no dreams about the sheriff, but it didn't matter, you didn't need the dreams tonight, you'd be spending time with the real him tomorrow.

Chapter 3

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