- Ettore
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ah...um...i have no excuse for this one, just my mental illness. seriously wanted to name this Dark Matter but I already have a fic named thatđ Happy Valentine's Dayđ. Please, please mind the warnings.
Summary: Being forced into deep space as part of some twisted experiment, tensions rise with a fellow inmate.
Warnings: DARK (no really, dead dove: do not eat), minor spoilers for High Life, serial killer!reader (also a bit of a psychopath), nihilism, brief mentions of witnessing CSA, graphic descriptions of murder, mentions of The Boxâą, Ettore being a creep obvi, mild vore if ya squint? (does it count if said voreist doesn't swallow?), sexual violence, Reader and Ettore takes every chance to beat each other up honestly, SMUT (MINORS DNI), switches between con/noncon, hatefucking (they will try to kill each other), choking (but like, actually almost to death), slapping, punching, degradation, some misogyny, blood kink, pain kink
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You were a dangerous killer, but you knew you didnât belong here.
You never couldâve fathomed how brutally cold and dark being in deep space truly was. Even inside the ship, no one could ever really escape the constant chill. At first, you thought this was the obvious option, joining this experiment. It was either this, or death row. But this was death row, in its own way. No one believed theyâd come out of this mission alive. But you supposed dying in a black hole was more interesting than being pumped full of poison. Less boring. Now, you wouldâve preferred death row on Earth. At least that would guarantee you a painless death. Welp, too late now.
At least you werenât completely alone, if you prefer being in the company of other dangerous and evil people rather than isolation. Youâd rather have to constantly look over your shoulder than go mad with loneliness. The crew was an eccentric bunch, as you could imagine. All of them are some type of murderer, like you. Some of them had good reasons, but most of them didnât. What was more distressing was the fact that the doctor, Dibs, frightened you the most out of them all, but it was mostly due to the fact that the witch was on a personal mission to get one of the females pregnant even though the fetus would die from radiation. Even though she was here because she killed her own children. She was the biggest hypocrite of them all, though you had no room to talk, having a bit of a god complex made you one just as much as she was.
You knew you were different from other people, even at an early age. You didnât see the world like others did, you never could find the beauty in anything. The first blossoms of spring, the sun rising over the horizon, the miracle of life, the kindness of strangers; you didnât see any of it. All you could focus on was the evils in the world and you found that the world was overrun with it. Children starving, needless wars, homelessness, animals being tortured and killed for entertainment; it was all there was, it was wrong. It was all wrong.
Your parents had taken you to therapy multiple times, but nothing ever seemed to work. You were diagnosed as depressed and they hopped you up on all kinds of medication, but you werenât depressed, not really. Just because you saw the world for how it really was didnât automatically mean you were depressed, you just refused to be ignorant of it. You didnât see the point of being a cooperative member of society when it wouldnât take care of you. It had nothing to offer you, so you just refused to play along. The first anyone noticed something was truly wrong was the first day of kindergarten. You had beaten a boy near half to death because you saw him pushing another kid around. They werenât fighting back, so you did it for them. Your parents had to pay the bratâs hospital bills. You didnât understand why the doctors helped save the life of a kid whoâd grow up to be an even bigger bully. A waste of oxygen, you thought. You barely paid attention to the severe scolding your parents gave you about how âviolence was never the answer.â Bullshit, you knew that, even your parents knew that, they just wanted to follow the so-called moral rules to be accepted. But that wasnât you, you didnât need social acceptance. Not by anyone, not even your own family. But there wasnât much you could do about it at the time.
You grew into your teenage years without so much of a punch to anyone, not even to defend yourself. You were beaten up by so many of your fellow students, you couldâve gotten a punch card for every time you had to be sent to the nurseâs office. You just bottled up everything.
The first time you ever felt a semblance of love was when your little sister was born. As soon as your mother placed her in your arms at the hospital, you knew you had to protect her. You never wanted her to be like you, you didnât want her to end up like you, ostracized and bullied. Youâd lay down your life and kill for her if need be. You made that promise to yourself. So, when you walked in on your father with his hand down her pants, you had no idea how to react. Fathers werenât supposed to touch their children that way. He had all but flung her off his lap once he saw you, claiming that they were just playing a game. But you werenât a naive child anymore, you knew what he was doing.
Before you could think on it any further, you ran to the kitchen and grabbed a knife, but your father was close behind to stop you. He had wrestled you to the ground, trying to take the knife away, but you blindly thrusted the blade upwards, hearing a sickening squelch before something wet hitting your face. The world seemed to go dark for a brief moment, before coming back into view and seeing your fatherâs horrified face. You followed your arm to the blade in your hand, your heart leaping out of your chest. You had aimed for your father above you, but your sister mustâve followed you and tried to stop the fight. Tears filled your eyes as you saw your knife stuck in your little sisterâs chin, her tiny body going limp and crumbling to the floor, your arm frozen in place allowing the blade to come free as she fell.
Your father screamed and screamed at you as he wailed with his baby girl in his arms, trying to stop the blood copiously flowing from her neck and making a red sticky puddle on the tiles. But it was too late, the life had already drained from her once bright innocent eyes. You didnât mean toâŠit was an accidentâŠbut you knew your father would spin the story in his favor. So, you did what you only thought you could.
You buried your blood coated knife into your fatherâs back, hearing him exhale a choked breath in shock. The blade was long, so the one hit wasnât enough. So you did it again. And again. And Again. And again. Again until he fell to the floor, unable to yell or cry as you kept stabbing. You couldnât count how many times you dug the blade into his chest, enough until you couldnât tell what was his shirt or his skin. You were drenched at this point. You knew you had to leave. You threw up, thick tears and painful sobs escaping your throat as you looked upon your mistakes.
You showered, rubbing your skin raw and hastily packing a bag and running from your childhood home. You didnât want to think about the look on your motherâs face when she ultimately got home from work, calling out for her husband and two precious children whom she loved dearly. She wouldnât know that he was a predator or that he preyed on his own daughter. She wouldnât know why she walked onto a bloodbath in the kitchen, you nowhere to be found. She wouldnât believe the police when they say you should be considered a suspect. You were odd and violent when you were little, yes, but you could never kill your own family. She saw your face of awe when you looked down at your newborn sister in your arms. Sheâd never believe you to be the culprit, until the DNA came back matching yours. You werenât her daughter anymore. She wasnât a wife or a mother anymore. She was nothing, much like you.
You didnât bother to control yourself anymore. You had nothing to live for. You were nothing. You werenât a protector, now that you had nobody to protect. But you soon realized that wasnât necessarily true. There were other kids in similar situations, you could try to protect them. Like a light bulb when off in your head, you suddenly had a purpose once again. Like your father, youâd find and punish those whoâd hurt their children. And thatâs exactly what you did, until you got caught of course. But you had a good run, ridding the world of some of the filth it had to offer. You were bloodthirst, you craved to see the looks of horror on these menâs faces as they knew they would be punished for their misdeeds. If you had time, youâd torture them. But you rarely had that luxury of taking your time, but you still felt better knowing one less evil person was in the world. It was ironic that you were now on a crew full of evil people.
Monte didnât seem all that bad, a bit temperamental. He didnât hesitate to knock your lights out if you pissed him off, you learned that firsthand. Well, most of the inmates did that. Ettore though, was one you had trouble figuring out. He was quiet, observant, not particularly violent though like the other inmates. He was a pervert though, hypersexual. It definitely put off all of you. He used the Box every day, but that wasnât unusual. You were instructed to never talk about why you were here, but gossip was like breathing, you couldnât go without it. You learned he killed someone in a particularly violent way when he was a teenager, much like you. He was a minor but was charged as an adult, got the same ultimatum like the rest of you; death row or deep space.
Youâd honestly thought heâd try to talk to you, given that you both were around the same age and the âbabiesâ of the crew, but he never did. But maybe that was for the better, attracting the attention of another inmate didnât seem like the best move. For the most part, you just kept to yourself, trying not to bother anyone. But the witch doctor seemed to have it out for you, she hated you, but you knew that was because you couldnât participate in her own experiments. You knew you never wanted to have kids, so you gave yourself an injury that made it so that you were barren. You almost died then, but you figured it was worth it since you didnât have to be seen as just a walking womb to be played with.
Over time, you got yourself into a bit of a messy schedule. Not having a schedule was just something else that would make you go crazy. There wasnât much to do in this space prison, but there was a rec room with games and books. You had exhausted all those resources pretty quickly. A rubikâs cube you were fond of was what you chose to be part of your schedule. Every day cycle, youâd try to solve that cube before going to sleep. It was one of the only things that helped you relax, besides the Box. But similarly to Monte, you didnât really indulge all that often. The Box, even when you needed it, almost always left you numb. You werenât one for human touch, but you werenât immune to craving that intimacy. So the rubik's cube it was. You hogged it constantly, but that only got you a broken nose from Boyse due to it being one of her favorites too. But it didnât matter. You claimed it for yourself, and nobody else cared enough to fight you on it.
Months into the mission, you started to notice Ettore around you more often. Most of the time, heâd justâŠstare at you. Openly. Youâd never gotten attention from him before, so this sudden display startled you, but not enough to do something about it. It was only until he started to purposely bump into you in the halls did you start to worry. He was already a creep, but he only got creepier as he started to catch your gaze just to smile at you. Smiling didnât suit his character, no matter how pretty it was. His lips were one of the first things you noticed when you met him, how soft and plump they looked. But a smile on them just looked out of place for the likes of a murderer. You certainly never smiled, you never had anything to smile about. You knew youâd get some odd looks if you were to suddenly flash your teeth.
You were just so on edge one day, the rubikâs cube wasnât helping, so you went down to the Box. It was just a quick and easy session, just to relieve some tension. And it worked, until you ran into Ettore as you came out of the machine. You watched his already dark eyes darken even more as he saw the state of you. Sweaty, breathless, disarray. He looked like a wolf ready to pounce on you, but it was only the rules that held him back. No inmate was allowed to have sex with each other, hence the reason for the Box.
Ettore hummed as he placed a stray piece of hair behind your ear, letting his touch linger until you pushed him away roughly, but it only made him smirk and push you up against the cold wall of the Box. You glared as you felt his hard on pressing against your thigh, his hands keeping you firmly in place. âI bet your pussy would feel so good around my cock.â He almost moaned at the thought, biting his bottom lip. âIf it werenât for that cockblocking witch, Iâd have you on every surface of this fuckinâ ship.â
You hated how your recently stimulated clit throbbed at his words, your body betraying you for the most primitive urges. Much like how good it felt to take a life, you knew it would feel good to fuck your fellow inmate. You wanted to tell yourself that he was a perverted murderer, you should not want to fuck him. But you were no better than him, no better than anyone here. But you pushed him off anyway, punching him in the gut and casually walking back to the ladder. âEnjoy the Box.â You spoke before climbing up, leaving the young man aching and angry.
You tried avoiding Ettore after that encounter, but of course thatâs hard to do when youâre on a small ship with nowhere else to go. He didnât hide the glares directed at you and he always seemed like he was about to do something, but never did. He was unpredictable, and you hated that. Everything about this mission was unpredictable, but you did have some control over what happened to you, Ettore was just another variable that you couldnât control. You wanted him dead, but you didnât know how you could get your way without ending up dead yourself.

Wandering the halls with nothing to do, you found yourself on the bridge looking up at the stars. The view always freaked you out, the sight of stars moving backwards even though the ship was moving forwards. It made you nauseous and a panic attack not too far behind. But you kept looking up through the large windows anyway. At least it made you feel something. Feelings tended to be sparse in deep space. You often wondered what it would be like to be stretched and compressed by a black hole. How badly would it hurt? Would you feel anything at all? Would it last for a second or an eternity? No one knows, and no one who finds out would be able to tell since theyâd be reduced to atoms. Black holes are probably where Hell is located, you figured, if the theory that youâd be in unimaginable pain for all eternity is correct. You wanted to stop thinking about it, but you couldnât. Not until you felt a warm presence come up behind you.
You didnât have to guess who it was, by the stiff length that was pressing against your ass, you could already tell it was Ettore. The young blonde couldnât take a hint, could he? You didnât move away, for some reason that was unknown to you. Even as you felt his hands traveled around your waist, holding onto your hips with a bruising grip, you didnât push him away. He took deep inhales of the scent of your hair, his hands traveling up to grope at your breasts as you continued watching the stars. You started to think about your sister, how she might react to the stars. You remembered the first time you pointed out a constellation you knew, teaching her about various different ones, knowing she was too young to remember. But it was one of your only fond memories. You held onto it, remembering her toothless grin as she got excited about learning something new.
You gasped as Ettoreâs hand brushed against your clothed core, cupping it roughly until you winced. âWhy waste time looking at these stars when I can make you see much prettier ones, hm?â He hummed in your ear, licking up the side of your neck, unwanted goosebumps rising all over your body.
âNo.â You scoffed, pushing him off you, but he stopped you from walking away by grabbing your wrist.
âYou want to.â He smirked smugly.
âNo, I really donât.â You tried pulling away, but his grip only tightened.
âLiar.â
âFuck off!â You yelled, wringing your arm back and swiftly connecting your balled up fist to his nose. You grinned when he stumbled back, holding his hand to his face but seeing his blood flow through his fingers. He looked back up at you with a glare before leaping at you, tackling you to the floor, one hand around your throat and the other wailing on your face with his fist. Your ears rung as his fist landed right in front on your ear and feeling your nose and mouth fill with blood as he punched you. You spit your blood back in his face when you sensed a pause in his beating, leaning your head down as much as possible to bite his forearm of the hand that was grabbing your throat. You bit hard and didnât let go until he recoiled with a shout, cradling his arm that now had a bloody teeth indent and a small chunk of flesh missing. You could still see the outline of his cock stressing against his orange jumpsuit. You couldâve laughed, the bastard was still turned on.
âCunt!â He growled, but all you did was spit out the skin you took from his arm. âYou canât deny me forever.â
You raised your brows unimpressively, standing up while wiping the blood off your face with your sleeve. âWatch me.â
You stormed up with an aching face yet again, but you didnât bother to visit Dibs, you didnât feel like being scolded for defending yourself. But you ended up getting yelled at anyway for biting Ettore the way you did, your dose of medicine only being increased as a punishment. Seeing the bloody bandage around his arm almost made it worth it though.
The next few day cycles were a blur, the drugs making you sluggish and tired all the time. You didnât even try to hide your disdain for Ettore every time you had to be around him and it made everyone feel tense, like they were waiting for a bomb to explode. You knew you couldnât avoid him forever, but you sure did try. It was only a week later until that bomb finally exploded.
You had gone to the rec room before bed like youâd always done to try and solve that damned rubik's cube. You were so close, almost having solved all sides. But looking around the room, you couldnât find it. You felt a panic attack start to bubble up in your chest, frantically searching everywhere around the room until you heard someone clear their throat.
âLookinâ for something?â You frowned as Ettore came into view, him casually leaning against the doorframe, holding the small colorful box in his hand.
âGive it back.â You growled, your skin flushing with anger.
He only smirked, which made you ball your fists and stomp towards him. âNo, I donât think I will.â He chuckled when you tried to grab it from his hands, but he was taller than you and held it up where you couldnât reach. You tried to repress a shiver when he ran one of his hands up your side where your shirt had ridden up, but you instantly pushed him away.
âDick!â You seethed, the urge to punch his stupid face getting stronger and stronger.
He smiled softly. âI know. But if you give me what I want, Iâll give this back.â He juggled the cube back and forth between his hands, giving you an expectant look.
You stood as close as possible to him without touching, getting right in his face, not missing the way his eyes trailed down to your lips. âYou can go fuck yourself.â
Ettore surged forward, roughly pressing his lips against yours with a growl, the sound going straight to your core; but you wouldnât tolerate his behavior. You pulled yourself away and threw your fist against his face, then wound up to hit him again but he caught it this time. He grabbed your wrist tightly and pulled you to his chest, disregarding the rubikâs cube. âIâm getting fuckinâ sick of you hitting me.â
âThen stop acting like someone who deserves to be hit.â He cut you off by slapping you, grabbing onto your neck before kissing you again. You bit his bottom lip, hearing him let out a pained groan as your teeth cut into his sensitive flesh. âLet me go, or Iâll scream.â You demanded.
Ettore grinned evilly. âGo ahead. Scream. Itâll make it better for me.â You struggled as hard as you could against his hold on you, dragging your feet as he pulled you further into the room after shutting the door.
âIâll fucking gut you, you piece of shit!â You yelled, clawing and kicking until he kneed you in the stomach, knowing the breath out of your lungs until you were wheezing. âFuckâŠyouâŠâ You coughed, crumpling to the floor.
Ettore kneeled with you, powerless to stop him from removing your shirt, exposing your breasts to the cool air. You winced as he groped them roughly, forcing you on your back with one hand while the other ripped your pants and underwear off. Unwanted tears sprang to your eyes as you fought, just recovered enough from the blow to your stomach to scratch his face, droplets of blood pooling to the surface of his cheek. âCunt.â He slapped you again, straddling your hips as he removed his own shirt but only unbuttoning his trousers.
âYou disgust me.â You spat, glaring up at him.
You let out a yelp as Ettore shoved two of his long fingers inside you with no warning, his smirk making you feel more uncomfortable than the digits stretching your walls. âReally? Why is your pussy so wet then, eh?â
âKnowing that I hurt you gives me more satisfaction than that fuckinâ Box.â You hissed as he pinched your clit with a sadistic chuckle. He forced your legs apart, kneeling in between that as he took his hardened cock out of his pants, lining himself up with your entrance but with a great struggle since you didnât stop wiggling around. Your head jerked to the side as he punched you a couple times, making you unresisting enough that he could fully sheathe himself inside of you. You let out a cry as he hit the ends of you, your walls clamping down on him, trying to expel the intrusion.
âFuck!â Ettore groaned. âSo much better than that Box. So warm. So tight.â He stuttered, moving his hips back and forth without giving you time to accommodate. The stretch burned and you couldnât keep in your painful whimpers. Your cries only seemed to spur him on further, thrusting his hips at a faster pace, way too fast so early.
âStop!â You cried, beating your fists against his chest erratically.
âNah. Youâre gonna take it. Youâre gonna take it until I say weâre done.â He laughed, speeding up his thrusts to purposely make it even more painful for you. But instead of it hurting more, it had the opposite effect. His cock started to brush up against that sensitive spot inside you, eliciting a whine from your lips.
âYouâre gonna fuckinâ die!â You growled angrily, baring your teeth like a cornered animal.
âYeah?â He mocked, giving your cheek another slap just for good measure before continuing his brutal pace.
Eventually, your cunt produced so much slick, it was soaking his cock and your inner thighs, his pelvis shimmering in the dull fluorescent lighting of the ship. Lewd noises coming from your intimate union forced heat to spread across your cheeks, the wet suction echoing off the walls with every jolt of Ettoreâs hips made an unwanted pang of pleasure shoot through your body, making goosebumps rise along your skin.
You hated that you were feeling pleasure from this. You were so ashamed, but god, it felt so much better than the pain of his cock splitting you open over and over again.
You felt so hot, a thin layer of sweat covering your entire body. Ettore on top of you made it even worse, his sweat coated body pressing up against yours, your breasts being squished under the weight of his chest. You were breathless as his dick kept brushing against your g-spot as he kept moving in and out of you rapidly, feeling your slick dripping off the curve of your ass and pooling onto a puddle on the cold floor. You couldnât keep your moans in and against your hatred for the man, you allowed your body to relax and indulge in the euphoric sensations. Ettoreâs smug smirk made it difficult however.
You looked to your right, seeing the discarded rubikâs cube sitting idly on the floor next to you. You didnât hesitate to grab onto it tightly, hitting Ettore over the head with it again and again until he was weak enough to push him off of you. But instead of running like you shouldâve done, you straddled him, pushing his cock back inside you and riding him, chasing that release that had already begun building in your core.
Ettore groaned with a smirk, looking up at you in a pleasured haze (and possible concussion). âI knew you wanted to fuck me.â You replied by punching him square in the jaw, busting his lip open deep enough that a small trail of blood slid down the side of his face. You shocked him by leaning down and licking the red substance, the metallic bitter taste coating your tongue and making you move your hips faster. His furrowed brows from the pleasure and pain spurred you on further, raking your nails down his chest hard enough until little droplets of blood beaded on his pale skin, his groan filling your ears and making your clit throb.
You placed both your hands around Ettoreâs neck as you continued to thrust against him, squeezing harder and harder the closer you got to your climax. You smiled with a loud moan as you heard his choked gasps, his face getting red as he attempted and failed to breathe in the recycled oxygen. The sight of him struggling to breathe edged you closer and closer. But eventually, he started to fight against you, grabbing onto your hands to try and pry you off. You tried to dig your fingers tighter against his skin, determined to make him pass out at least, but he knocked you off him with a single strong punch to your cheek. âYou canât kill me that easily.â Ettore coughed out hoarsely, his near death experience not even being enough to take a break from fucking you. He took a deep breath and resumed plowing into you like you didnât just almost kill him. âGod, youâre so pretty beaten and bloody like this.â He moaned, grabbing onto your neck and squeezing like you had down previously, though not enough thatâd you pass out. The lack of oxygen made the pleasure all the more intense, your walls clamping down on his cock as your release was right there. âSuch a fuckinâ whore, arenât you? I bet youâve wanted this all along. You just needed to be put in your place, right? Donât worry, Iâll never let you forget where you belong, what youâre good for. Youâre just a pretty little toy whose only purpose is to be fucked and filled.â
You moaned as his words finally made that wave of ecstasy wash over you like a tsunami, powerful and unforgiving as it destroyed you, making your mind go blank as the only thing you could feel was that throbbing pleasure that knocked the breath out of you. Ettore groaned as your walls seemed to pull him in deeper, pulsing rhythmically as you rode out your high with shuddering high pitched moans and trembling limbs. It didnât take long at all for him to reach his climax as well, pumping you full of his cum with a load strained groan, sweat dripping down the side of his face and mixing with his blood as he slumped against you to try and catch his breath.
You came out of your daze enough to feel him against you, hearing and feeling his deep breaths fan against your skin, making you panic and quickly push him off you; there was nothing he could do about it since he was so weak from his orgasm. You sat up with a huff, dressing yourself frantically, refusing to look at Ettore.
âI bet youâve never come that hard before.â He voiced arrogantly, making you roll your eyes.
âI have.â
âLiar.â
You turned back around to glare at him. âIf you try this shit again, Iâll kill you. Thatâs a promise.â
Ettore, still naked, stood up and pulled you to him by your waist with a smirk. âForgive me if I doubt that. You sure seemed to enjoy yourself, slut. I wouldn't be surprised if you came crawling back for more soon.â
You scowled, unable to voice any retort like you usually did. You blamed your post orgasm haze. Ettore only hummed, dressing himself and walking past you, bumping your shoulder. You bit your lip hard until you tasted blood, hating yourself and him.
âWell, whenever you feel like you wanna be filled with a real cock again, you know where to find me.â

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It was his idea to go out to dinner first, in fact heâd insisted on it. Going out to dinner in times like these was a bit iffy, but thankfully the place had outdoor dining and youâd both already tested negativeâ for more than just the virusâŠ
It was a beautiful evening to eat outside, but it made him even more anxious that any passerby might know him either of you from your respective works; so far, no one had said anything though.
As he watched you take a sip of your sparkling water, he realized that he hadnât had a crush on anyone in a long, long time. He hadnât had sweating palms and a racing heart and a dry throat over someone since probably high school. By the time he was in his BFA program, he was so focused on his craft that he didnât find himself worrying much about that sort of stuffâ and if he wanted to get someone into bed, it didnât seem like much to stress over.
This was different. This wasnât an issue of getting you to sleep with him, although he certainly hoped you wouldnât renege on the intentions youâd stated beforeâ this was about getting you to like him, maybe even (as he wouldâve put it back when he last had a crush) âlike likeâ him.
âWas your flight okay?â Dieter asked compulsively to fill the silence, proud of himself for thinking of something to say.
âStill good,â you nodded. âYou asked me that when we first got here.â
âRight,â he sighed, âsorry. I forgot.â
âItâs fine,â you laughed, setting your glass down on the white tablecloth. âIâm nervous, too. But in a good way.â
He smiled. âYeahâ Iâm just really excited that youâre here. And itâs still kind of weirding me out that youâre⊠you know, real.â
âItâs definitely trippy,â you agreed. âWhen you see somebody over video chat a lot, they look sort of surreal in real life.â
âAre you⊠speaking from experience?â he wondered, lowering his voice a bit.
âYeahâ but not this kind of experience,â you clarified. âIâve never met anyone from my work beforeâ I told you that.â
âRight, yeahâ I believe you,â he assured. âHave you ever flown overseas just to meet someone before?â
You laughed, looking down for a second. âNo, I havenât,â you answered, âbut this isnât the first time Iâve been, you know, wined and dined by somebodyâŠâ
âWell, I figured this wasnât your first date,â Dieter scoffed.
âNo, I meanâ well, yeah,â you hummed, âbut I, um⊠before I started camming, I was actually a sugar baby. So Iâve had my flights paid for before, is what I mean.â
He widened his eyes a little, but noddedâ hoping to look more intrigued than overwhelmed. âOh, wow, thatâsâ I donât know a lot about that, honestlyâŠâ
âI was about to ask if youâd ever had a sugar baby before,â you smirked, âguess not.â
âYeah, no,â he shook his head, ânot myâ not for me. Not before, I meanâ is that what you want?â
He got a little nervous that you would only want thatâ a relationship built on money. He was more than happy to drop some cash on youâ heâd offered to pay for everything for you on this trip, it only seemed fair when you had to come all this wayâ but he got a sick feeling in his stomach imagining that that was all you wanted from him.
But then again, he just said he didnât know a lot about it, maybe it wasnât like that⊠he just felt like it was another performance, and that was the last thing he needed from anybody.
âO-oh, noâ not with us,â you answered quickly, blinking a few times, and he sighed with relief. âI mean, it was niceâ it wasnât all old guys and crazy finance douchebags like people think,â you explained with a laugh, âbut it was⊠it was hard work, in its own way. âCause another misconception is that itâs sex in exchange for money and giftsâ itâs not, not the way I did it at least. Those guys wanted the âgirlfriend experienceâ... thatâs the most profitable thing, whether itâs online or in-person.â
Dieter cleared his throat; canât blame them, I guessâŠ
âBut, you know, they didnât have the time for a genuine relationship, so it was like giving that emotion but never receiving it,â you continued, âand that was exhausting. Not to mention most of them had other girls involved⊠Iâm not a jealous person, but you know, thatâs obviously not what I want for myself in the end. So I switched to camming, worked out well with the pandemic and everythingâŠâ
âIâm sure,â Dieter agreed. âSo, um⊠maybe this is kind of a forward question, for a first date, but⊠what do you want for yourself in the end?â
You seemed to get a little more shy, then. âWellâŠâ you began softly. âDespite what youâve seen me do, Iâm a pretty traditional girl. I want a serious relationship, I want a lifelong commitment, I want⊠a family, probably.â
It was hard not to feel a lump in his throat when you said that, even if his emotions were conflicted at best.
âI meanâ that doesnât have to be you,â you rushed out, âIâm just saying⊠thatâs the end goal. I have a lot of time for that, in my opinion.â
âNo, right,â he agreed. âSo then, I guess the obvious questionâ and probably a much easier oneâ is whatâs your goal for tonight?â
You raised an eyebrow. âI already told you my goal for tonight.â
He swallowed thickly. He remembered your last message before getting on the plane pretty clearly: boarding now. hopefully i can get some sleep but iâm pretty wired ngl. just thinking about getting there and jumping your bones. i want you to fuck me so hard i canât walk (or think) straight.
âHonestly, I wouldnât have minded at all if you just took me straight to the hotel,â you smirked, âbut dinner is nice.â
âYeah, Iâ I thought about it,â he admitted. âBut⊠can I be honest?â
âAlways.â
âI wanted this to be more than just⊠that,â he said. He wasnât sure if it was a good idea to tell you, but he hoped it wouldnât bother you too much. Thankfully, the gentle smile creeping up your face seemed to indicate that it wasnât particularly offensive.
âSo, what do you want this to be?â you pressed.
âWe can figure that out as we go,â he offered, âwe should get to know each other betterâ for real. But that night that we stayed up until three just talking after what was supposed to be a one-hour callââ
He saw you smile even wider as you remembered it.
âI havenât felt close to anyone like that inââ he began, but it all stopped as the waiter suddenly appeared from thin air.
âYour tortellini, maâam,â he said as he set your plate down in front of you, and you offered an intrigued âoohâ as you examined the dish, âand your langoustines alla busara,â he finished as he set Dieterâs food down.
âThank you,â you offered the server with a polite nod, but Dieter could only muster a humâ he was a little miffed that the guy had managed to interrupt such an important moment.
âAnything else I can get for you two?â he asked, looking back and forth.
You looked over at him to check first, before shaking your head and replying, âNo, I think weâre alright.â
âExcellent,â he beamed. âAndâ can I just say one thing?â
You both paused, not sure what to make of that. âUh, sure,â Dieter decided, since the waiter seemed to be looking at him.
âI loved you in Hunger Strike,â he said excitedly; Dieter tensed up, wanting to look at you to gauge your reaction but suddenly too afraid of what heâd find.
âOh, thank you,â he mumbled out, âthat⊠means a lot.â
âI mean, it really moved me,â the waiter insisted, even though Dieter just wanted this interaction to end promptly. âYou were soâ Iâm really not trying to intrude, but is there any way I can get your autograph?â
Then he looked at you, and he couldnât quite read the expression on your faceâ amusement, maybe, with a hefty dose of discomfort as well. You looked away and took a long sip of your drink. âUhh,â Dieter choked, looking back at his adoring fan, âyouâll get my autograph when you bring the check.â
Seeming to realize that he had gone too far, the young man straightened up and cleared his throat. âRight, uhâ enjoy your meal.â
Scampering away, he left the both of you behind, along with all that tension heâd created. How come he got a escape a situation that was his own fault, and Dieter was stuck here wondering if you would be upset that he didnât tell you who he really wasâ or if youâd reveal you were a crazy stalker-fan the whole timeâ or if knowing he was famous would change your interest in being with him (if you even had any)?
âIâm⊠sorry about that,â Dieter finally offered to you, and you started to smile.
âDonât be,â you chuckled, âit was kinda funny. Do you usually react so⊠badly, to that kind of thing?â
He coughed a bit. âNo, Iâ are you notâŠ? Do you knowâ?â
âI saw the movie, Hector, I donât live under a rock,â you admitted.
âOh.â Not sure what to say next, he blurted out the first thing that came to mind: âWhat did you think of it?â
Shrugging, you answered with a simple âehâ. There was a pause before he began to crack upâ and then you did, too.Â
âSo, Iâve been worrying about all you finding out about my career for nothing?â he assumed, and you nodded.
âI didnât recognize you right away,â you explained, âbut I put it together before we planned all this.â
âWhy didnât you say anything?â he wondered.
âI mean, I didnât think I needed to, really,â you shrugged again. âItâs just your job. I was ready to talk about it if you brought it upâ if you wanted to vent about work or somethingâ but you never did, so I figured it must not be relevant.â
âDoes it⊠change anything between us?â he asked nervously. âDo you feel weird about going out with a movie star?â
âMm, I donât know about starâŠâ you smirked, making him laugh againâ and that was the part that was the same as always. You still made him laugh, and now that the two of you were really talking again, it felt just like that night that you talked for hoursâ but even better.
When the plates were cleaned and the bill was paid, the two of you walked back to his hotelâ heâd picked this place in part because he could see it from his window. But that brief walk back was one of his favorite parts of the night so far, only because heâd slipped his arm around you, and you leaned into him: in that moment, he felt more normal than he had in a long timeâ and yet, at the same time, special in a way heâd never felt before.
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âI tried to clean up in here, butââ
âIsnât there housekeeping for that?â you wondered. Â
âYeah, but⊠Iâve had the âdo not disturbâ sign up for the past week,â Dieter explained. âDidnât want anyone to come in while we were talkingâŠâ
âRight,â you smiled, finishing your examination of the room and turning to face him again. The door shut on its own; you were looking at him with every light in the room reflected in your eyes.
He stepped closer to you, and wrapped his arms around you, andâ why were his palms so clammy? âI donât think Iâve been this nervous to kiss someone since⊠since maybe my first ever kiss,â he recalled, and you laughed softly.
âYeah, me either,â you whispered back, and he ran his hand over the curve of your hip. âWho was your first kiss?â
âUh, Sandy something⊠Brendan, I thinkâ no, Brennan⊠Sandy Brennan. We sat next to each other in History class in seventh grade,â he recalled. âWhat about you?â
âI mean, unless you count a peck or two from my kindergarten boyfriend,â you chuckled, âmy first real kiss wasnât until high schoolâ Gregory Cho. But I wasnât that nervous⊠actually, I was sort of ready to get it over with.â
âThere was someone I was really nervous to kiss in high school, too,â he recalled, âbut that was⊠different.â
âWho was it?â
That name was much easier to recall. âAlex Brooks.â
âWas she super pretty? Or popular?â you pressed, wondering what had him so nervous, what made it different.
âBoth,â Dieter replied quickly. âAnd⊠he was captain of the basketball team.â
You didnât react strongly, but he still noticed it.
âIs thatâ?â he began to ask.
âHe sounds like a real catch,â you smiled. âWas he a good kisser?â
âYeah,â Dieter laughed, âfor a high schooler. I guess things donât feel as special now as they did back thenâ just some decent making-out in someoneâs dadâs truck was the coolest thing, now itâs likeâ itâs all right there, you donât have toâŠâ he trailed off, but started a new sentence. âI mean, even youâ Iâve seen every part of you, but I just really met you for the first time. And somehow Iâm so afraid to kiss you.â
You were still smiling, but it changed, and you reached up to rest your hand on the back of his neck; it made him shiver in the best way. âIf youâre afraid, then it must still be pretty special.â
You kissed him, after all that; he wouldâve felt bad for making you wait, if he wasnât so fully engrossed in kissing you back and pulling you closer and breathing in deeply against your skin. Â
For a long time, that was all it wasâ just one, amazing kiss. Just his lips on yours and the gentle dance of trying to go further without going to far; just your hands holding tightly onto his shoulders as he gripped your waist through the dress.
You started to pull him across the room by his shirtâ towards the bedâ and broke away to speak; he tried to chase your lips for more, but stopped when you bit your lip and rested a finger on his chin.
âYou havenât seen every part of me,â you corrected himâ even though he barely fucking remembered saying that after a kiss like that. âI mean, my body, sure, but⊠not who I really am.â
âThen show me that,â he pleaded. âThatâs what I wantâ you, everything.â
You smiled wide and kissed him again, the two of you toppling onto the bed together. Â
Heâd been thinking about doing this since the moment he saw you: pulling up the bottom of your dress so he could pet your thighs, enamored with the smoothness of your skin. âBaby,â he purred when he caught sight of your pantiesâ what little there was of them. The lace just gave him a glimpse of what was beneath, a tease of your perfect little cunt.
âGod, I need you so bad,â you groaned as you pulled him down for another kiss; heâd been hard since you wrapped your arms around him, and he could swear he was already throbbing by the time he rocked his hips against yours. âFuckâ feels even bigger than it lookedâŠâ
âMaybe your computer screen wasnât big enough,â he joked, making you laugh lightly before another moan came out when he rocked down on you again. âWhat do you want, beautiful?â
âYou⊠you know what I wantâŠâ you panted, wrapping your legs around his waist.
âHumor me,â he encouraged, moving in to kiss your neckâ and loving the way you squirmed under him.
âWantâ want you to fuck me,â you whimpered, âwant you to make meâ fuckâ yoursâŠâ
He groaned deeply as he rutted his hips into yours harder, finally taunting you to the point that you had to reach down and start opening his pants. âSo eager,â he mocked playfully, as if he wasnât going to ravage you the second you were done getting his cock out.
In fact, he almost tore your dress as he pulled it down to expose your chest, barely finding the time to appreciate the view of your tits before latching his mouth onto them. âOh fuck,â you gasped, and he smiled around the pert nipple in his mouth; these had seemed sensitive from the way you toyed with them as you touched yourself, but it was heaven on earth to confirm his suspicion himself.
âWant me to make you mine?â he prompted again, voice muffled by your delicate skin in his mouth, and you whimpered as you nodded.
âYesâ pleaseââ you begged.
âNot sure I can do that,â he warned, and you gave him a confused look. âYouâre already mine, you told me yourself.â
You giggled, arching your back slightly as the tip of his tongue drew circles on you. "I did say that, didn't I?"
"Mhm," he confirmed. "Hard to forget."
"Well, m'still yours," you offered, "but I need you right now, I'll doâ fuck, anything, justâ"
"You don't need to do anything," he assured, looking up at you as he moved his mouth from your breast down a little lower, "just lay back and I'm gonna take care of you."
You bit your lip and nodded.
"Second I saw you I wanted to kiss you all over," he sighed.
"Well, I've got a couple ideas of where you can start," you smirked.
And yes, he would love to start there, but he needed to do his best not to rush this. So, smiling up at you first, he began his journey. His lips and tongue explored your body on his way down: a kiss here, a lick there, a playful bite when he felt extra naughty. "You're so fucking beautiful," he mumbled against you.
"Yeah? You too," you sighed.
He didn't think of himself like thatâ handsome, maybe, certainly aware of his better angles, but beautiful felt strange. But he liked it, especially when you said it. Especially when you said it while he was slotting his face between your legs.
It was even prettier up close, and the smell was fucking intoxicating: tangy and musky and sweet, heady, earthy, human. And he knew you'd taste even better.
So he dove right in. Maybe he should've started with your clit, that would've been the obvious choice, but his instincts led him to just slide his tongue right into your hole. If nothing else, it certainly seemed to take you off guard, and you gasped as you grabbed onto his hair with both hands.
"Baby, fuck, that'sâ oh god, you can't imagine how many times I thought of this," you admitted, breathing heavy already. He smiled against you, then gave you one big lick from the furthest down his tongue could reach all the way to the very topâ all while holding fierce eye contact with you. "Fu-uuuuck," you choked, dropping your head back just as your eyes rolled up. "That's so⊠just do that again, pleaseâŠ"
He did it a few more times, noticing the way you seemed to get more impatient with each one, until your hips were chasing after his tongue. "Stay still, baby, don't you trust me to do this right?" he purred, holding tighter on your hips.
"Yeah, I justâ been so long," you whimpered.
He just did his best to find what made you scream the loudest and keep doing thatâ you were so sensitive, he just had to press his tongue down flat on your clit and move it in circles and youâd start shaking and sobbing and begging. He moaned into you every time you tugged on his hair, having to rock his hips against the bed to appease his attention-deprived cock.
"You're⊠so amazing," you panted, "Iâ fuck! Oh god, I can't remember the last time someoneâ"
You never finished your thought, because he started fucking you with his tongue and you were too busy moaning his name, but he couldn't believe what a waste it was that nobody was eating this pussy on a regular basis.
"Gonnaâ oh fuck, yes, gonna come," you warned, "I⊠I'm gonna come so fucking hardâŠ"
You started shaking, and he started fighting to keep you as still as he could so his work wouldn't be interrupted. For a second he wondered if you were already coming or notâ but then you made this noise, and your cunt clamped down on his tongue, and you cried out his name; it was perfect, it was the most beautiful moment he could ever imagine.
When it became too much, you went from tugging his hair to pushing him away with it, and he grinned up at you with a breathy laugh. âFuck, baby,â you whimpered, and he saw the tear streaks on your temples and cheeks. He traced one with his thumb before kissing you againâ deep and hungry, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.
He hummed when your hands reached down to work on getting his pants offâ eager and shaky, he certainly related to that. As soon as your hand wrapped around his cock, he moaned, just from that. He was almost embarrassed about it, until you bit his lip in playful encouragement. "Does that feel good?" you purred.
"Yeahâ your hands are better than mine," he laughed breathlessly. Â
"How about this?" you raised an eyebrow, swiping your thumb over his slit, and he groaned as he rocked into your touch.
"God, babyâŠ" he groaned. As good as it felt, he found the strength to grab you by both your wrists and pin them down by your head. You grinned, struggling just a bit, and moaned as he slid his cock against your soaking pussy.
âDonât tease me,â you begged, âfeels like Iâve been waiting forever.â
But he wasnât teasing youâ he was psyching himself up.
Believe it or not, he actually felt pretty nervous about this part. Not for a lack of experienceâ for the entirely opposite reason. Dieter had been with a lot of people, and for the most part, it was all⊠the same. It all blended togetherâ he only remembered those people from when he was a kid because he was a kid, and his romantic encounters were so few and far between. He could remember details of his various partners from the last few yearsâ Crystal who had a clit piercing, Marvin who begged to be choked, Cameron who seemed to enjoy giving him a blowjob even more than he enjoyed receiving itâ but this, the actual sex, it was generally pretty interchangeable. Â
So, he was worried that after all that build-up, after all the yearning and fantasizing and talking, that this would be the end of it being specialâ and you would just turn into a hook-up with a slightly more interesting backstory than the rest. Â
As valid as that fear was, it was far from enough to stop him now, not when you were looking up at him and tightening your fists as he kept you pinned and silently begging for him with your eyes.
He had to let go of one of your hands to guide himself inside, but he interlaced the other with your fingers while he did itâ and then, with one strong push, he was fully within you.
âOh my god,â he gasped, âyou feel⊠different.â
You raised an eyebrow, chuckling a little. âUh, different than what?â
Than everyone else. âIâ I donât know,â he breathed, âIâm not making sense.â
âNot really,â you agreed with a laugh.
âHard to think straight right now,â he defended.
It wasnât just that you felt differentâ it was that this felt different: being with someone he really cared about, that he wanted to impress, that he wanted to see after this was over.
Someone that he never wanted to let go of.
âYou feel so fucking perfect,â you whimpered, âfuck, donât stopâ feels so goodââ
One of the benefits of making you come on his tongue first was that he knew it wouldn't be that bad if he didn't last too long nowâ though that wasn't why he did it. In fact, this was rarely his issue, if anything sometimes he struggled to finish for unclear reasons.
But even if he could get away with finishing quickly, he wanted to make this last as long as he could. He never wanted this to end, actually.
As he found his paceâ not too speedy yet, but with a bit of his eagerness showingâ he kissed you again, deeply and hungrily. He wondered if he'd ever done this before: kissing during sex. He felt like he probably had, and yet he couldn't remember itâ maybe that said more than anything.
This, on the other hand, was very memorable. He slid his arms under you when your back arched, he held you tight and close and drank in every one of your moans through that kiss.
For how many times heâd pictured fucking you, he never really imagined it like this⊠and he thought heâd imagined it every way before. But he realized that heâd mostly imagined it a bit kinkerâ you riding him, or him fucking you while you were bent over the table in his room, or 69âing or something. This was passionate, and sorta slow; this was his hips grinding on yours with every thrust so he could keep rubbing your sore clit; this was making love, he realizedâ if it wasnât, he couldnât imagine what was.
âIâ fuck, babyâ think Iâm gonna come again,â you warned him with the most beautiful whiny sob.
âFuck, already?â he smiled, and you nodded feverishly. Â
âJust⊠donât stop, please, just like thatâ fuuuuck!â you choked, and he gasped every time your walls clenched down on him.
âYouâre so fucking perfect, fuck,â he grunted, moving a bit faster and not letting up on the pressure from his pubic bone on your clit, even when you actually screamed under him. âYouâre so amazing, oh god, Iââ
He heard it before he said it: I think I love you. He stopped himself before blurting it outâ maybe heâd tell you after, but he wasnât so far gone to forget that this wasnât the right time. Youâd think he didnât really mean it, that it was just the delirium talking from how incredible you felt, but he knew it was so much more than that.
He shut himself up by kissing your neckâ not too hard, but plenty to leave a mark, and make you squirm in the process. Your hands wrapped around his back and your nails dug into his skin, but he couldnât even feel the pain of it, he couldnât feel anything but the sticky, resplendent heat of your body.
âSo much fucking better than the goddamn dildos,â you said suddenly, and he laughed against your skin. Â
âDo you miss all those people watching you come?â he wondered.
âNo, fuck no,â you panted, âthereâs nobody else but you.â
He couldnât help but fuck you faster when you said thatâ you shouldâve known better than to stroke his ego that way.
âFuck!â you sobbed. âHector, baby, youâre soâ oh god, I donât know if I can take itââ
âShh, you can,â he promised, âyou can do anything, you can come for me againââ
âOh fuck, Iâ I might,â you admitted shakily, âbut then Iâllâ Iâll fucking pass out or something.â
âNo, youâll be okay,â he promised, cooing at you softly. âYouâll be so good for me, I know you willâ just come for me one more time, baby, tell me what you need to come again.â
âI⊠just a little time is all I need,â you answered, voice breaking. âI swear Iâve neverâ Iâm not usually soâ fuck, itâs just youââ
âI know,â he assured, loving the way you babbled praises but worried it would distract you from coming again; and if you didnât soon, there wouldnât be time before he lost it. He was already barely able to keep his composure just from how beautiful you looked like this, let alone how you felt. âI know, just let it happen, I know itâs right there for meâ just come for me, beautifulââ
You dragged him down into a sloppy kiss, and he felt itâ those incredible pulses inside you, waves of slick coating him until he felt sticky all the way down his thighs; your sobs were more precious than anything heâd ever heard.
âFuck, thatâs good,â he praised, fucking you even faster now as your head fell back limply. âI canât h-hold back anymore, I need toââ
âI know,â you said to him this time, âitâs okay, pleaseâ want you toâŠâ
âYou stillâ oh my godâŠâ he choked, losing his train of thought for a moment. âYou still want me to come inside you? Wanna be full?â
âYes,â you whined, âyes, baby, pleaseâ wanna be so full of your come, I want everythingââ
"Fuck, okay," he agreed, gasping as he tried to keep up his pace despite the growing pressure inside. "I'm really fucking closeâŠâ
âIâm yours,â you told him againâ and then he went from âreally fucking closeâ to âalready fucking thereâ. He came inside you with a long, whimpered groan; his head dropped onto your shoulder while each pump filled you, trying to catch his breath but feeling like heâd never find it again.
Admitting he loved you during sex wasnât a good idea, but saying it immediately after wasnât that much of an improvement. Now, though, he was too exhausted to keep his mouth shut. âI think I love you,â he blurted out suddenly.
For one incredibly long second, you didnât react at all. You looked up at him, and he hesitated to even look back because he didnât want to see anything less than ecstasy on your face. âOh,â you said, âcool.â
He wasnât sure what reaction he anticipated, good or bad, but it wasnât that.
âLet me know when you know,â you suggested.
âNo! Noâ I know,â he insisted, reaching up to hold your face, âI know. I love you. I think I did even before you came here, but⊠it just seemed so crazy. We donât know each other as well as we should for that, right? But I feel itâ I feel something that I just canât explainââ
âHey, slow down,â you laughed, âI feel it too.â
The way you smiled at him, resting your hand on his chestâ was he glowing? He felt like he was actually glowing. âGood,â he decided.
âLetâs get to know each other better, then,â you announced. âStart from the beginning, the whole thing: parents, siblings, school, favorite movies, worst dates, hot dogs or hamburgersââ
âNo, you start,â he pouted, âyouâre more interesting.â
âMe? Please, Iâm just your average camgirl titty streamer, donât worry about it,â you scoffed.
âAnd Iâm just some lame old Oscar winner,â he shrugged.
But both of you talkedâ all night, actually. You never fell asleep, he was never even that tiredâ you kept him so full of energy he didnât even notice how long it had been until the sun started to come up. And then you kept talking at breakfast. And then you fucked again, and talked some more after; he knew it had to end, eventually, but he didnât even want to think about it. He didnât want to think about you going home and letting something so perfect end.
He told you just as much on the last nightâ assuming you didnât switch your flight home to a later day again. Youâd just been laying in his arms after another bout of passionately desperate fucking, both of you half-asleep but not wanting the separation of even just unconsciousness, and he blurted it out.
âDonât leave,â he pleaded under his breath. âI donât want you to go.â
âI know you donât,â you returned softly. Â
âI donât want this to end.â
You were quiet for a while, turning over on your side to face him, tracing your fingers over his chest gently. âIt doesnât have to end, just because I leave,â you mumbled. âI know itâs crazy, but we can be together, even if weâre not⊠together. I mean, Iâm certainly not gonna be with anybody elseââ
âMe either,â he said quickly, before he could change his own mind with the doubtsâ the voice in his head that said he could never settle down because heâs too fucked up. âI only want you.â
âItâll suck, being far away from each otherâ but youâll be back Stateside eventually, right?â you assumed.
âGod, I hope so,â he sighed, âif the world doesnât end.â
âIf it does,â you whispered, moving in closer, âI hope itâs tonight. I wouldnât wanna be anywhere else but here.â
It was a romantic thought, but as he kissed you, he realized heâd never wanted the world to end less than he did right now. He never longed for an apocalypse or anything, even on nights that his doubts and anxieties made him yearn for oblivion just for himself, but just now he couldâve cried thinking about everything falling apart tonight. Whether it be by fiery explosion or a quiet, instant disappearance, he couldnât let armageddon happen nowâ now that he had you. For the first time, he saw himself having a future, in a way he never had before. Existing as a âcelebrityâ meant being on the edge of irrelevance at any moment, knowing this could all go away overnight and youâd just be âthat guy who was in that thing that one timeâ. Â
But this time, he stood on a precipice of something wonderful, of something natural, and it was the most beautifully terrifying unknown. It was tomorrow. Tomorrow, youâd get on the plane; tomorrow, youâd leave, because the world wasnât going to end tonight. But his life was going to start tonight, and he didnât have to face it alone anymore.
hiyaaa can we get more Tom Bennet fics? đ„ș Any plot will do⊠just more Tom Bennet smut ;;
And more Aemond fics as well if that isnât too much to ask đ«Łđźâđš
Love your works!! Keep up the good work :)))
I'm attempting to work on a Tom Bennett smutty fic right nowđ. It's gonna be a sort of modern special agent/undercover spy type AU, and i'm really excited about it! But it's gonna take a looooooong time to research and finish cause...well, everything going on in my life right now lmao. Mostly school, i'm taking a history class and it's so fuckin boring, but i'm trying to take it seriously and it is taking up ALL of my time. But I will finish it...someday eventually, if my brain doesn't explodeđ
đđđđđ«đŠđđđĄ - Paddy x Augustin
i'm on that paddy/augustin bullshit and i HAD to write a little fic about them. ugh, i can't with these two. and like, the show should've shown us what happened after Augustin got back like?!?!? a missed opportunityđ đ»
Warnings: spoilers for episode 6 of S.A.S.!!!, angst, and hurt/comfort my belovedđ„°
word count | 0.9k (short n' sweet)đ€đ»

Augustin was exhausted, drained, hopelessâŠbetrayed.Â
He thought he knew his men, he really did. Paddy kept saying that his German ally would turn on him, and he ended up being right. Though, it wasnât Essner like he thought it would be.Â
It took them all by surprise, a very deadly surprise. He was surprised he even made it out unscathed, nothing but a couple light burn marks on his back. It was only the adrenaline that got him out of that enemy camp. It was hard to be thankful when all his men, people he had known since the war even started, all were dead.Â
Survivorâs guilt already weighed heavy on the Frenchmanâs shoulders.
He already dreaded what would happen when he got back to camp, alone and unsuccessful in the mission. How would everyone react? How would Paddy react? Maybe heâd kill him right on the spot. He wouldn't put it past him, knowing how quick he was to anger. If that twisted roulette game he played just to prove a point was any indication, Augustin was probably in for a world of hurt. But at this point, it was hard to care what would happen to himself now.
By the time he made it back to camp, Augustin was dehydrated, his muscles were throbbing in pain, his lips bloody from how chapped they got in the desert sun, skin blistered from the coarse sand and sunburnt; he was in a bad way. He heard shouts from his comrades before falling to the desert floor, his vision going dark.
When Augustin finally regained consciousness, he jolted upright with a fearful expression before he heard soft shushes from beside him, a firm but reassuring hand on his shoulder. He tried not to look so surprised when he saw it was Paddy that was sitting at his bedside, looking over him in subtle concern. âTook quite a tumble out there, Frenchie.â Paddy spoke in his familiar Irish accent, sitting back in his chair.
Augustin wouldâve rolled his eyes at the nickname if it werenât for his splitting headache he had coming on, his mouth was so dry, discomfort written all over his face. Paddy seemed to instantly take notice as he handed him a glass of water, the Frenchman immediately taking big gulps, letting out a loud exhale of relief as he felt the lukewarm liquid travel down his throat pleasantly. âHow long have I been asleep?â Augustin asked hesitantly, almost too afraid to know the answer.
âJust half a day. Lads took care of ya real quick after you made it back, gettinâ ya out of the sun, tending to your burns.â
Augustin nodded in acknowledgement, awkwardly taking a few more sips from his glass, his body feeling way too stiff and uncomfortable, from the burns and the Irishmanâs intense gaze on him.
âSo, ya gonna tell me what happened?â Paddy gave him an expectant look, almost smug, like he knew what already had taken place. He wasnât being subtle with the way he was just longing to utter the words I told you so. He had made his concerns quite clear, and Augustin felt like a fool to not take his words seriously before it was too late.
Augustin sighed heavily, pushing his glasses up higher on his face. âIt wasnât EssnerâŠâ
Paddy nodded, the corner of his lips quirking up into a smirk. âTweedle Deutsche. He was my second choice.â
Augustin growled in frustration, glaring at the Irishman with disdain. âMust you make a joke about everything? My men died!â
âItâs not my fault you didnât take my advice. I told you-â
âDonât!â Augustin yelled, throwing his empty water glass across the tent, making Paddyâs eyebrows shoot up in surprise, the glass shatter echoing throughout the area. âDonâtâŠâ Augustinâs voice dropped to a whisper, angry tears welling up in his eyes and threatening to spill over, doing exactly that only when his hid his face in his hands, an embarrassed blush spreading across his face and neck when he couldnât keep himself from letting out soft sobs and his hands only doing so much to muffle them. âYou were right, PaddyâŠYou were right and I didnât listen and now my men are deadâŠMaybe I shouldâve died with them.âÂ
âDonât say that.â Paddy quickly spoke, but Augustin only looked up from his hands when he felt his cot shift, seeing the Irishman take an awkward seat next to his legs, resting a hand on his knee in an attempt to be reassuring, but both men were acutely aware that reassurance wasnât and would never be Paddyâs forte. âNoâŠit wasnât your fault. It was that Nazi ratâs fault for being a dirty traitor.â He spat, his accent becoming much thicker when he was angry.
Augustin couldnât resist letting out a weak chuckle, wiping away some of his fallen tears. âI appreciate you trying to make me feel better, Paddy. But I know when I need to take responsibility for my actions.â
âTry not to dwell on it is all the advice I can give you, but I know how hard that is.â Paddy's gaze turned forlorn as he thought back to Eoin, knowing his actions back then was the reason he was dead. âImpossible, reallyâŠI am sorry about your men though. They were good men, despite being French.â Paddy joked, but his words held no malice as they normally did, a very good possibility it was for Augustinâs sake though heâd never admit it. âAnd for what itâs worthâŠIâm glad you made it out alive.â
Augustin grinned, his confidence returning, it only for a moment. âAw, have you started to care about me, Paddy Mayne?â
âOi, donât push your luck, tadpole.â

i request more of them in the next season plz
what the actual fuck, i don't even like Hop that way but godDAMNđ it's just gotten to the point dude where frankly, i'd read your grocery lists
đšđźđ đšđ đđĄđ đ°đšđšđđŹ | dark!jim hopper x reader
đŹđźđŠđŠđđ«đČ | smoking with eddie was supposed to help you relax... instead, it forced you to decide how far you're willing to go to keep your record clean.
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đ°đđ«đ§đąđ§đ đŹ | dubcon/noncon smut (oral m receiving and creampie), slight innocence kink, significant age gap, semi-public sex, kinda mean hopper, handcuffs, coercion, bargaining, abuse of power, very slight/ambiguous eddie x reader if you squint, thicc pre-season 4 hopper the way god intended, slight angst

Eddie did have a tendency to get a little paranoid during a smoke sessionâ a side effect of the productâ but maybe you shouldâve listened to him this time.
âDo you hear that?â he hissed as you handed the rolled paper back to him. âDude, thereâs someone out there!"
âWho would be in the woods, this far from town, this late at night?â you rolled your eyes.
Well, the answer to that question is two-fold: stoners, and someone whoâs looking for them.
A flashlight suddenly appeared from the trees, and your eyes went wide.
"Shit!" Eddie yelped, jumping up and tossing the jointâ even though it was quite too late for thatâ and starting to run around like a chicken with its head cut off for somewhere to go. But he couldn't exactly hide behind a tree, because this wasn't a cartoon, and getting back in the car wouldn't really get him anywhere.
So, he ended up basically circling the van and slamming directly into Chief Hopper who looked even more pissed than he had when you first spotted him.
"Uh, heyâ funny running into you here, Mr. Chief, sir," Eddie joked as you sighed in disappointment and irritation at his idiocy.
"Get back over there, dummy," Hopper groaned as he shoved Eddie aside, tossing the guy into youâ you would've both fallen over if you hadn't basically caught him, and your friend looked pretty disoriented by the whole thing. Â
The chief flicked off his flashlight; it wasnât actually really necessary, with how bright the moon was tonight, but your eyes had to adjust to the dark all over again.
"Two kids smokin' dope in the woods," Hopper observed. "Munson, this is far from our first conversationâ but youâ"
He ran his gaze over you as you leaned back against the back of the van, and you felt conflicted about your body's response to his sizing-up.
"I expected better from you."
He reached for the cuffs at his belt, quickly grabbing Eddie by the elbow and turning him around with an unceremonious thud against the van.
"H-hey, not so rough," Eddie chuckled thinly, "it's my first time."
You rolled your eyes; did he always have to make stupid jokes like that? "It is most certainly not, Munson," Hopper returned firmly. "And I'm sure the judge will take that into account before he goes easy on you again. You might wanna practice that 'not so rough' line again before you end up in jail, kid."
Eddie winced, and not from the tightness of the cuffs. He was finally taking this seriouslyâ finally realizing he was looking at more than community service or a fine this time. Â
Hopper stepped up to you next, but you didn't put up nearly as much of a fightâ and he was more gentle with you, far more⊠he even seemed to linger for a moment as he held your wrist.
It was incredibly subtle, but it was all it took for you to know you had a chance. A chance you were just desperate enough to take.
"Why?" you asked suddenly, heart already racing.
"Hm?"
"Why did you expect better from me?"
There was a silent moment as Hopper considered that question, and Eddie gave you a confused look.
"I heard you were a good girl," Hopper eventually answered.
You smirked a bit, turning around to face the chief with a feigned look of confidence. "Well, you heard wrong."
"V'never heard of you gettin' in this much trouble before," he replied. "Not with the law, at least."
"That's âcause I don't do bad things to get into trouble, sir," you added pointedly, looking up at him and seeing the look in his eyes change a bit. "I do bad things to get out of trouble."
You didn't really notice him getting closer until you felt itâ felt that gap close as his body brushed against yours, and fuck he was tall 'cause you had to crane your neck all the way back to keep your eyes on his face (though they did briefly dart down to the badge on his chest).
"You know, I never saw you smoke," he noticed, voice lowering. "Maybe you were just an innocent bystander. You kinda have that look about youâ innocentâŠ"
He ran his finger over your jaw, until he was lifting your chin a little too forcefully.
"I like that," he added.
Your stomach dropped, but you couldn't back awayâ he had you pressed up against the van, every part of you was at his mercy now, even your freedom.
"Don't fucking touch her, pig," Eddie growled.
"Eddie, shut up," you snapped at him, not wanting him to dig the hole any deeperâ or blow your chances of getting him out of it.
âWhy donât you get in the van and mind your own business, son,â Hopper encouraged, stepping away from you to hold up the key for Eddieâs cuffâs teasingly. âThink you can do that?â
Eddie sneered at first, looking away. âEd, please,â you said, a little softer, and he sighed. Hopper approached Eddie, who looked like he was barely containing his rage and disgust, as the chief unlocked his cuffs less than a minute after heâd put them on.
âOld creepâŠâ Eddie muttered under his breath when he was freed, rubbing his wrists nervously, before he looked at you. âAre you seriously gonnaâ?â
"Eddie," you said sternly. "Get. in. the van."
He groaned but obeyed, walking past you both with a grimace, hopping up in the driver's seat and shutting the door behind him.
"That your boyfriend?" Hopper asked when you were (sort of) alone.
You sighed. "Just a friend," you insisted.
"Hm," he replied, smirking a little. "Bet he wants you."
"What makes you think that?"
"'Cause who wouldn't?" he purred. "Body like thisâŠ"
You shivered as his hand ran down your back, slowing down as it slid over the curve of your ass.
"A boy that age would have no idea what to do around a body like yours, honey," Hopper added, humming as he brought his hand back up. "Need a real man to take care of all this."
"Didn't think this was about you taking care of me, Hop," you returned, raising an eyebrow as you looked up at him with his lip between his teeth. "Thought it was about working my way out of these cuffs."
He grinned at you, though it wasn't exactly a friendly smile. "No, babyâ the cuffs are staying on."
As he pulled you into him, you felt a firm bulge rub against your hip; you gasped a little, fighting the urge to pull away, and tilted your head back as he leaned down to kiss your neck. "Eddie, too," you whispered. "If we do this, no charges for Eddie."
Hopper grunted disapprovingly, but you looked up with him with your best âplease, Daddyâ eyes and bit your lip slightly. It wasn't quite enough for him, though. "What's in it for me if I get your friend off?"
"Whatever you want," you blurted out before you really considered what that might entailâ you just couldn't let Eddie go to jail.
He purred and grabbed your ass tighter. "You drive a hard bargain, honey. But I can't promise anything until you show me what you can do."
Figuring what that likely meant, you slid down until you were on your knees, keeping your eyes upâ on him. It wouldâve been harder to keep your balance with your hands behind your back if it werenât for the vanâs bumper right behind you to lean on. âYâgonna get it out for me?â you asked him expectantly, and he smirked at you a bit as he reached for his belt. Â
There was something about the way he sighed as he did it, about the way he had to reach under his thick belly to do this, about the way his heavy belt clinked as he opened it⊠you told yourself this was just about the bargain, but you knew there was more to it than that, on some level.
His cock was only half-hard when he pulled it out of his jeans, but already so thickâ you were salivating already, but pretty fucking nervous, too. It was pretty overwhelming to be confronted with what you were about to do in such an obvious way: it all gets a lot more real when thereâs a big fucking cock in your face.
Not wanting to make him wait anymore, you leaned forward and took the tip into your mouth, coating it in your spit as you suckled gently⊠at first.
He hummed a littleâ you honestly barely heard itâ and stiffened a bit more in your mouth. Soon enough, it was so big that you had to keep your jaw open wide to fit it, and soreness was already starting to set in. Â
When you shut your eyes, it was a little easier; you were a little more confident, and you tightened your hands into fists behind your back to stop them from shaking. Leaning forward more, you took him deeper until his belly bumped against your forehead. Why did that make your thighs clench together?
His fingers combed over your hair, not quite guiding your head yet but certainly encouraging you to go on. "Yeah, fuck, that's goodâ that's really fucking good, keep sucking, babyâŠ" he mumbled, voice thick and sweet like syrup. The deeper you took him, the more talkative he got; and when you took him all the way to the base, with your nose buried in a patch of curly hair, he moaned louder than ever.
"Shit," he hissed, grabbing the back of your head when you tried to pull away. "N-no, stay down, need to feel that throat a little longer, fuuuuckâŠ"
You fought harder to pull back, getting dizzy as your coughs and sputters did nothing to give you air. Only when tears ran down your cheeks and spots filled your vision did he let go, giving you a chance to break away and gasp for air.
He was chuckling lowly as you coughed, smiling down at you proudly even though you weren't much of a sight right nowâ face swollen and wet with tears, red eyes (even worse than before), on your knees in the leaves and dirtâŠ
"Stand up," he ordered, and you gave him a confused look as you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand.
"Huh?"
"Did I stutter?"
"Don't you wanna finish?"
He smiled wider. "That's cuteâ you were gonna swallow it, too, right? And you thought that would be enough?"
You started to feel particularly stupid as he yanked you up to your feet. There was a long, tense silence as he started touching you againâ running his hands slowly over your waist, your neck, your hipsâŠÂ
He started to slowly push your shirt up, but his eyes stayed trained on your face; you must have looked, for once, as nervous as you felt.
He hummed a little as he got your shirt high enough and tugged your bra down; your nipples hardened right away from the chilly breeze, and he toyed with them for a second with his thumbs before groping your chest more confidently with his whole handsâ god, they were big, and strong, just like the rest of him.
After unbuttoning your jeans for you, he turned you around quickly and pressed himself against your backside with a purr, slipping a hand down the front of your pants and into your panties. âMm,â he emphasized, cupping you and holding you tightly; still cuffed, the position made your hands grab onto his thighs through his pants.
He groaned as his fingers slid between your lips, and you let out a quiet whimper of your own. Â
"Oh, fuckâ look how wet you are, sweetie," he cooed beside your ear, starting to rub circles around your clit a bit too roughly. "You like sucking cock in the woods? Or is it the cuffs?"
You only whimpered a little as he held you tighter.
"Or," he continued, speaking even closer to your ear until his mustache tickled your skin, "is it whoring yourself for a man twice your age? Is that what gets you off, honey?"
He didn't wait too long for you to answerâ he must've known you weren't going toâ before he pulled his hand out of your pants and yanked the denim down. You felt cold and weird and stupid with your bare ass out in the woods; you swallowed down a lump in your throat when you heard Hop shoving his pants lower, too. "Do you have a condom?" you asked shakily.
"You think I bring condoms on patrol? What kind of cop do you think I am?"
My pants are around my thighs, Hop, I don't think you're exactly cleanâŠ
"No, baby, we don't need one anyways," he decided, rubbing his head around your flexing hole with a sigh. "God, it's so wetâŠ"
That was his last warning, if you can call it that, before pushing inside; and you accidentally grabbed onto his shirt when your fingers made fists, the sting of pain making your toes curl inside your shoes, too. You bit your lip so you wouldnât be too loud, though⊠you remembered, for a second, that Eddie would hear if you werenât careful. That made guilt churn your stomach even more than the Chiefâs hand coming down to spank your ass all of a sudden.
âDamn, sâtight,â he chuckled darkly, groaning as he picked up his pace and held your hips steady. âSweet fuckinâ pussy⊠yâlike it, sweetie, yâlike being fucked?â
Swallowing, you nodded. âY-yeah,â you panted softly.
âLouder, honey.â
âYeah, I like it,â you replied, a little more confident but not exactly ready to shout it out, either. âFeels goodâŠ"
"Bet you wanna cream all over me, huh, baby?"
Well, that would certainly make this more enjoyableâ but you didn't need to, really; the pain of the stretch had finally faded and honestly, you were surprised it happened so quickly. With how thick he was, you were prepared to struggle longer, but if anything your body was giving in, encouraging him, making your back arch deeper and your walls pulse whenever he filled you to the brim.
His hands reached around to cup your tits, and he moaned louder as he felt you up while he fucked you. When his fingers tweaked your nipplesâ not too hard, but still a startleâ you tensed up inside; and he noticed. âOh, theyâre sensitive, hm? Sweet girlâŠâ
Of course, he just did it repeatedly, and more aggressively, until your legs were shaking and you let out a pathetic whine. âChief, câmonâŠâ you pleaded nervously.
âChief? Donât need to be so formal, honey,â he laughed, leaning in a little closer. âJust call me Jim, okay?â
You really didnât wanna do that, and you were having a hard time getting much of anything out now anyways: heâd started fucking you harder, deeper, a lot faster⊠your head was spinning. At first youâd really just wanted to get this over with, but right now, you never wanted it to stop. It was so difficult to keep your thoughts straight, you almost told him that, before noticing what a stupid thing that would be to sayâ
âFuck, are you close?â he taunted.
âDonât stop!â you blurted out. âPlease donât stop, fuckâŠâ
He chuckled proudly, and yep, it was just as stupid a thing to say as you thought it would be; he sounded way too cocky now, and even the way he moved his hips seemed to be more⊠gloating, than before, if thatâs possible. âLittle slut,â he spat, though the insult sounded just as much like a compliment.
âFuck,â you whispered again.
âI get it, yâknowâ youâre young and you need a little rebellion,â he said, and in your current state it really didnât make any sense. âBut reeferâs not worth the trouble. Why donât you just let me fuck you when youâre feeling naughty?â
Right now, that didnât seem like too bad of an idea; you already got the sense this may not be the last time this happened, even if he didnât catch you smoking pot again. That feeling was already swelling up inside you, and your throat was dry from breathing heavilyâ and nearly sore from moaning, even though youâd been trying to fight it. Your eyes kept rolling back in your head even when they were shut, which they usually were until he brushed your hair aside with his hand and told you to look back at him.
And damn, he was a sight: that look in his eyes was unforgettable, the strain on his face as he drove himself into you over and over. The curve of his cock stretched you in a way youâd never really felt before, his grip on you was so aggressive and his pace was overwhelming. He was right, it turns out, when he said that thing before about Eddie and how you needed a âreal manâ instead. You protested to that term, but compared to guys your age, this was entirely differentâ and better. And supremely fucked up. And the best dirty deal youâd ever made.
âI-Iâm close,â you finally admitted.
âI know,â he mumbled, âgo ahead, babyâ just come for me.â
It was the way he said it that shook you so much, unexpectedly gentle after so much gruff mocking; it still took you a few more minutes, but you ended up obeying his command pretty easily.
He felt it when you came, groaning through a smile and praising you in a low voice. You could even hear it, the sticky sound as your cunt soaked him, and he snarled as he looked down at itâ he grabbed your ass and pulled it out of the way so he could watch his cock fill your hole. âGod, thatâs perfect,â he announced, âyouâre so fucking cute.â
Not really the adjective I was expecting after I came on your dick, but I guess Iâll take it.
âWanna make you do it again,â he admitted, making you swallow nervously, âbut we donât have much more time⊠and Iâm so goddamn close, fuck, youâre just so tight, honeyâŠâ
You whimpered and bit your lip, your post-orgasm haze working overtime to keep your shame at bayâ but the clarity was due any second now, and it was hard to ignore who this was when he kept moaning louder and louder, sighing your name, touching you and running his hand down your back and promising to fill you with his loadâ
Wait, heâs gonna do what?
"Pull out," you whimpered. "Fuckâ pull outâŠ"
He only held on tighter to your hips, driving into you deeper as his head fell back in a grunt.
"Hop, pull out!" you yelped, only for a thick, clammy hand to cover your mouth as he bent down behind youâ his forehead rested on the back of your shoulder, each hot breath fanning over your skin.
"God, sorry, I'm sorry," he panted, "need thisâ fuck, so goodâŠ"
You struggled harder, but all your strength was useless compared to him holding you there, keeping you exactly how he wanted you.
"Ah, fuckâ you don't need to fight it, baby, s'gonna be so good⊠your pussy's milking me, c'mon, it's what she wantsâ she wants to be filled up, I can tell. You want it, baby? You want me to come? Fuck I'm so closeâŠ"
He grunted a few more times before he suddenly stoppedâ his hips pressed forward until he couldnât go possibly any deeper, then even just a little more after that; he held you tight as a tear ran down over his hand on your face. Relaxing with a heavy exhale, his grip loosened on you slightly but you were far too weak to fight it now, so you just stayed there: bent over, still crying slightly, with a panting and heavy man just behind you (and inside you) catching his breath.
âFuck,â he said again, pulling out quickly and letting you go; you didnât realize how weak your legs were until you had to hold onto the van to stay up, awkwardly lowering your bare, sore bottom onto the small lip of the back bumper so you wouldnât just fall to the ground.
You were pretty out of it for a minute; the smell of cigarette smoke brought you back to reality, and you looked at Hopper, having a smoke as he looked out into the woods. He caught you staring, and raised an eyebrow. âYâwant one?â he offered, and you nodded. Â
Fishing the pack out of his pocket, he shook out a cigarette for you, holding it for you to lean forward and capture with your lips. After lighting it for you, he watched you take a long drag and sigh.
âIâll take you out of the cuffs in a minute,â he promised, but youâd already kind of forgotten about them.
He did, though; help you out of them, that is, and you were able to get your clothes back in order on your own after that. You wondered if you should say something, or if he should. What was there to say? Thanks for the bribe? Nice cock? Pleasure doing business with you?
So, he didnât say anything, and neither did you. Until just as he was starting to walk away, and you noticed his flashlight had fallen from his belt onto the ground.Â
âWait,â you said, leaning down to grab it, and when you stood up to hand it back to him, you saw something strange in his expression. You wondered, for a second, if heâd been hoping for more when you said that. âYou dropped this.â
He took the flashlight and nodded at you. âThanks,â he said, and you took the last drag of your lended cigarette as you nodded; watching him leave, you dropped the butt to the ground and snuffed it out with your shoe.
For some reason, you waited a little longer after he left to get back in the vanâs passenger side. Eddie didnât look at you when you got in, and you didnât say anything; he just started the van silently and began the drive back to the trailer park. You were halfway there when you decided you should let him know, âyouâre not going to jail.â
âI know,â he replied.
i think i drooled on myself a little bit
Little Witch

HERE WE FUCKING GO! The hype behind this fic has been PHENOMENAL! But hereâs the Osferth fic I promised you all. After all the teasers and crumbs I gave you from this, you should be pretty hype!
This fic reached 9k words! I went overboard with it and I regret NOTHING.
Warnings: SMUT (obviously), loss of virginity (osferth), A bit of angst, oral (both), breeding kink, talks of marriage, talks of 69âŠ, Just Osferth being Osferth
Your wrists were bound together by rope that was currently being held tight by one of the men that had taken you hostage. You forgot his name. Sihtric, maybe? You could care less. You were just grateful that the men had stopped for the night and had you sitting by the fire with them.
âSo, witch, why is Haesten so enamored with you?â asked the leader of them all, Uhtred.
âI do not know. Haesten stole me from my home where I was at peace, minding my own business. He had no right to take me, same as you.â you spat, venom dripping from the words you directed at your captor. He sighed heavily.
âIf you think I wanted to take you, then you are wrong, witch. This is only a necessary precaution. But I know that Haesten would not take you for no reason. What exactly are your powers?â
âStop calling me âwitchâ, Dane killer. I have a name. Y/N. Use it.â you barked before looking up at the stars and letting your voice soften.âI see things. That is why he took me.â
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