#imagine if you will...

[matchesarelit]

Imagine If You Will...

Acting as the Frontman's PA, and having the Guard harem wrapped around your finger.

This part is:

PA Announcer

Musical Fan!reader

This will be a choose your adventure kind of thing where there will be multiple with jobs/specialties/interactions.

a/n: Hope you like Mamma Mia xoxo

Please don't hesitate to request!!

Walking a few steps behind the Frontman, peering through your silver mask and analysing the clipboard in your hands you updated your boss on the status of everything being prepared for the games.

Based on the grunts and scoffs he let out you crossed out and marked different items on the list. For a man of little words, he sure was good at communicating. After the large doors to the hall closed, you looked first to your boss then to the militia-like staff.

Handing over the checklist to the closest square, you nodded to your boss and turned to leave.

“Squares 1 through 16, Your men will be painting the halls. Squares 18 through 21, Your men will construct the bridge. Squares 22 and 23..." As you approached your office the front man's voice faded away.

There was a surprising amount of paper work for a company that strived to leave no traceable evidence, you supposed they needed to be completely aware of the crimes that the company had committed as to better cover their tracks. That being said, you would swear that the pile had grown since before breakfast.

So sitting down in your little office you pulled off your mask and began to sort through the first few files. After certain issues and unauthorised branches sprung up in the command structure of the previous year's games, you been given the tedious task of vetting all potential contestants.

The main rules were; no one with medical training, we cant have another spout of organ harvesting, no one with knowledge that could reduce or alter the difficulty of the games, aka no more glass guys, and so on and so forth for what seemed to be an unending and ever growing pile of filters.

You'd made it through half of the pile, removing a few of the contestants for their quote unquote leadership qualities, when an alarm chimed from your phone. Tugging forward the microphone you grabbed the notes from today's agenda, before crackling the speakers to life with the press of a button.

'It is now midday. Lunch will be available to grab under the sun for the next 90 minutes. Today's music choice is... mine and will be the entire Mamma Mia musical soundtrack followed by twenty minutes of me replaying my favourite songs.'

Pressing play on the album and turning off the microphone you opted to return to your work for the time being, only now there was the occasional humming along.

When a tapping came from your window you finally stopped, slipping your silvery mask back into place and tugging back the unnecessarily extravagant curtain you observed a single circle giving you a thumbs up.

Waving to him you stepped closer and peered to the side, down the hall stood a group grooving, and as you pressed your ear to the glass you could hear their voices singing along.

Sneaking your secure and very dumb brick of a phone out of your pocket you started to record, before noticing the circle was now waving for you to join them.

Deciding... screw it you leaned your phone against the sill and slipped out of the office to join the gaggle of guards. Only then did you notice just how loud the PA system was set to as the concrete under your feet vibrated with the music.

Dancing and singing along, the group seemed to grow as the album played on... until your boss' brash tone cracked over the system;

'Okay that's enough, go get your food.'

Oh yeah... lunch.

[sentanixiv]

Imagine, if you will...

Modern AU Arthur had a rough start.  Mother died and father’s incarcerated, all the while he’s too young to legally care for himself. Bounces between foster homes for a couple years.

Then he’s folded into the fostering program run by the Van Der Linde Ranch, where Dutch is the glamourous face, but Susan, Hosea, and Bessie work directly with the kids.  Here, the angry teen develops an appreciation for horses, hard work, and being a rancher.

Hosea and Bessie take him into the city one day for a supply run, end up at a huge Western wear/tack store. Anything and everything a rancher could want and Arthur? Eyes big as saucers. Trying hard to suppress his excitement, because he’s used to getting nothing, so he works to keep his hopes low.

When he’s told to pick out his first pair of cowboy/riding boots, he can’t hardly believe it. Tries to select a pair with a small price tag, no matter that the quality’s not the sort that’d suit the hard work he does.

Hosea and Bessie exchanging an understanding look, and Bessie nudging Arthur towards the higher quality pairs, ones that might withstand, well. HIM. When he does and they fit perfect?  Hosea snares the box out of his hands, merrily pays for it because Arthur deserves a good, solid pair of boots.

Then Arthur walking out the store, holding tight to his boxed up boots, the biggest smile trying hard to break through on his face, all the while his head ducked bashfully because ain’t normal, being fussed over, and maybe things’ll get better from here?  Maybe?

Credit to @sweet-by-and-by for the chat that lead to this.

[matchesarelit]

Last Moments? Part 2

Imagine If You Will... Making the most of what could be your last moments alive with Ian Malcolm.

Ian Malcolm x fem!Reader

Part 1

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Warning: Unsafe sex, Sex while injured, oral sex, piv, pwp, no pulling out, WC:~1k

Suddenly feeling much too hot you pull back to remove your shirt once again, scoffing at the little pout that dawns on his lips as you break away but leaves as soon as the clothing hits the floor. Shifting before leaning back in, Ian groans, a soft his leaving his throat, quickly parting your lips to apologise you stop in your tracks upon feeling something beneath yourself.

Smirking you ground yourself down upon his crotch, capturing his lips and his moan into another more hasty kiss.

Guttural mumblings of obscenities fluttered across your collar bones as you lifted your hips slightly, Ian cursing your feather like motions over his groin. The red marks he littered across your chest were his vengeance.

Releasing the his clutch on your neck, as he trailed his free hand down your back, Ian pulled a shiver from you like a fire on a cold winter night. Gripping your jeaned arse and pulling you down harshly onto the tent in his pants Ian caught the mewl that spilled from your lips in a rough kiss. With a final fisting of his hair you trailed your hand down his chest, pushing yourself up slightly before tracing light circles over his erection.

Watching the man beneath you falling apart, you found yourself only wanting wreck him further. Tracing the waist of his trousers and leaning in to whisper in the shell of his ear; "Can I touch you Ian?".

"Yes-I-would-um-like-that-please-do-oH-GOD" At his breathless encouragement you wasted no time tugging down his waistband and grasping his cock. Gently ghosting over the tip with your thumb, you revelled in the twitch of his hips.

His now incoherent mumblings never ceased, only getting louder despite his clear loss of breath. Moving yourself down his body, you made quick work of taking him into your mouth, placing a hand on his hip in what was a futile attempt to stop the uncontrollable thrusts of his hips. Ultimately giving up and allowing the man beneath you to fuck himself up into your mouth, you hollowed your cheeks, gagging as he hit the back of your throat.

Feeling him spasm against your lips you shifted your hands to grasp the table below, allowing the involuntary jerks of his hips to push himself further down your throat and he grew closer to his release. Throughout your ministrations you had missed the hand that had made its way to fist a messy makeshift ponytail at the crown of your head, giving him purchase to push your head even further down his cock, until your eyes began to water.

Watching a single tear roll down your cheek, as you moaned against him, eyes fluttering all but rolled back into your head he felt his peak rip through him. Ian felt his own eyes rolling back too at the feeling of ropes of his own pleasure coating the inside of your pretty little throat.

With little warning and almost no time given for you to swallow, Ian had sat up and grasped your hips and pulled you with him off of the metal table. You felt him hot and clammy against you as he moved you to stand between him and the table, immediately closing the distance with a groan.

Gone was the hesitant Goldblum-ing speech of the man before you as he murmured between messy kisses eliciting only moaned affirmations in response; "Can I touch you? Hmm?" he taunted as he reached to trace your cleavage. "Can I take this off?" Slowly he pulled your bra straps to hand over your shoulders, before moving to unclasp the back, catching it as it fell and groaning along with you he placed it gently down onto the table.

Fingers, still cold from the harsh metal of the table, traced down your torso to land on the waistband of your jeans, pulling it away from your flesh and down past your hips along with the flimsy fabric of your panties. Hands shifting to just beyond your sides as he supported him weakened stance against the bench, his hips kissing our own in a brief graze of what was to come.

Meeting his questioning gaze with a simple nod, an almost silent 'C'mere' was the only warning you were given as he surged forward, pressing himself into you in one sweeping motion that punched the air from you lungs. He sat in the feeling for what felt like hours before with gasp he pulled back, only a small amount each time but with every rock of his body you felt he was stuffing you further. A roaming hand scaled its way to his hair tugging his lips down to your own in a flurry of teeth and tongue that had your hips twisting further into his and mewling cries tearing from your throat. His pace growing as his chest heaved Ian drove into you pressing you further and further against the counter every time, his lips slipping from yours to trail the length of your neck as mumbled curses melted into your skin.

The heat of him against and inside of you was tugging at something deep in your stomach and when his hand left the counter to draw across your waist and down between your legs a soft whine crawled across your tongue. Rolling your sense between his fingers he watched as your eyes screwed shut, mouth falling open in a pant as his hips kept driving into your pulsing, weeping sex. His strangled groans echoing yours, the both of you felt him start to twitch deep inside you.

'P-please c-uh-cum inside' Mind heavy and desperate for release the breeze across your lips was the only way you knew it was your needy tone that called out to him.

Eyes lifting to meet yours, his mouth returned to yours as his hips stuttered against you, his fingers toying with your nerve as you ground down into him.

Rolling his hips into a broken thrust he felt his high break, spilling deep within your walls and filling you further and pushing you into a fierce peak of your own. Slow drags as he rode out his pleasure, had your walls tingling as the knot in your stomach kept pulsing away even as the adrenaline slowly faded.

Stilling within your warmth he let himself slump down over you, as you in turn leant back into the counter, the rush simply too much for your tired and aching bodies.

Well if you're gonna die inside a crazy science experiment what a way to spend your last night.

[matchesarelit]

Imagine If You Will...

Attempting to make the most of your stay with your family friends despite the tension that is still lingering after 70 odd years.

This is the *Fluffy* Part 2 an obscenely long time after the other two parts, Fair warning although it gets quite cute, the beginning is a little angsty cause like Ambrose was a dick and needs to apologise so ya know...

P1 -- Angsty p2 

WC: 1.9k

You gathered yourself, walking down the hall before striking your knuckles twice on his door. You were met with silence, yet just as you raised your clenched fist to knock again you heard from behind you;

“Hi”

"Ambrose..."

His name was simply all you could manage, the determination from mere seconds before had dripped away and settled in the grooves of the floor. Turning to meet his eyes, you allowed your arms to drop as dead weight to hang by your sides, every ounce of you tired from the hours of anticipation and dread.

The extended silence that hung in the air between the two of you felt unending, your eyes had all but glazed over in your trance. The sound of his footfalls was what alerted you mere milliseconds before you were crushed in his embrace, his head rested atop your own, tucking you into himself. There was no space, no air between the two of you, it was admittedly a not unwelcome change but it was cast in the shadows of the discussions that had to follow it.

The exhale that tumbled from his lungs turned into hurried kisses along the crown of your head, the small acts of affection wrought a funny familiarity, It had been almost a century since you conceded to yourself that you would never feel it again, and decades since you last allowed yourself to remember it. His embrace still felt the same, hauntingly, jarringly so, as if it was someone else's distant memory not your own that you were experiencing.

Despite the strange looming feelings the interaction was nothing near short, you clung to each other, fisting the clothes beneath splayed hands for near half an hour.

Pulling back you met his eyes, "It's been a while ey?" eyes falling over his form; "How has it been, being trapped inside?" he simply rolled his eyes as his hands sat on your hips, the warmth of his skin calming in the crisp autumn air, not to mention the scent that remained the same despite the decades that have passed. The smell is every memory, every adventure and experience you had shared, every whispered secret and playful scheme.

"Heaven how I missed you!" He gripped your sides tighter as he pulled you closer once again and spun the pair of you on the spot in the snug hallway. A sound, a mix of a quaint giggle and absurd snort erupted from your stomach at the shock of the movement. "Me too 'Ro. Can't say I expected such a warm welcome though..." you allowed your sentence to hang between the pair of you unfinished, knowing he was the only one who could answer the question you didn't ask. Gingerly, he placed you down on your own two feet, keeping one hand on your waist, he assured you were standing steady before he retreated his hand to rub the back of his neck.

His tone was sheepish as he started up again but his eyes never left yours, "I am so sorry, for... everything; for not listening to you or my aunties, for saying such harsh and untrue things to you. It was all lies and bullshit to make myself feel better about my idiotic decisions. I think I knew, back then, how stupid it was I-I just didn't want to admit I was wrong, that I could fall for such a imbecilic scheme." he ran a shaky hand down the length of his face. "I know how horrible the things I said to you were, and I can't imagine how hurt you must have been. I hate that I was so detestable while you were simply trying to help me and the things you were saying- I feel like I didn't even really hear them until you had left. please just know I am trying better these days, to listen to those around me, the people I care about..."

By the conclusion of his apology his posture had shrunken, his shoulders curling over. No matter ow appreciative of his apology you may have been seeing Ambrose shrinking in on himself was not something you could bare to watch so you moved silently to mirror his prior embrace, tucking his head into your chest. "Its okay Ro, I mean I was quite judgy. I could have bee-" he tugged himself away from you carefully before cupping your face in his hands. "No, please. There is nothing that you did, there was no part of this that was your fault and I cannot bare to think of you blaming yourself." His voice was hurried as he rushed through the words, but as he neared the end his voice changed, diminished into a tired whisper "So please, please just... don't." the final word was punctuated with a long kiss to your forehead, a tradition that was missed in the many years that had passed.

"Okay Ro, I won't, and thank you, truly, for your apology." You pull his head downwards so that his forehead rests on your own. "But now, please don't stress okay? We've lost enough time as it is" a sniffled hum did not satisfy as you pulled back, lifting his chin to force his eyes to meet your own as you raised a brow... "Seriously, Ambrose, let us not waste any more time. I forgive you, you daft idiot." Tugging his head down further you placed a kiss of your own to his forehead before stepping back. Clutching his hand in your own you tugged him towards his room eager to catch up on the years in-between.

Crashing onto the all too familiar cushions that lay always strewn across the floor, you struggled to pull your gaze from his form. In spite of spending over seventy years apart every spot and feature of his room remained the same, the only notable change lay in his presence, even while reclining in his own space he seemed to recede within himself. And yet reiterating your prior reassurance would surely be futile in the way of making him feel any more comfortable so you simply settled on acting as normal as you could manage.

"So... how is the coven fairing? I've heard your cousin is just as much trouble as we were in our day."

"Pssh, she is much worse than we could manage, but her intentions are better than ours were, much less trouble for troubles sake."

"Damn. speaking of trouble who took over after your uncle?" A dramatic and yet genuinely sour look came over his features as he spat out "Faustus Blackwood" as if the name itself was poisonous.

Your brows knitted together as did your lips as you pouted out an "Ew" Considering for a moment your next words were spoken in disbelief "Such a decision is inconceivable, what the what?"

"I agree my dear and yet..." his words trailed off for a moment before his enigmatic grin covered his face as it often did and he continued; "That was, of course, until Auntie Zelda took his position." His chest had puffed out at this point, clearly joyous to share the news. Your face was overtaken itself in a swarm of joy and outrage as you shot up from your seat as if determined to interrogate why Zelda had left that piece of major news out of your earlier conversation, this reaction of course only cause Ambrose's smile to grow impossibly wider.

A playful glare soon latched onto your features as you all but launched yourself into his arms, muttering out all sorts of childish insults in frustration as you pinched his cheeks, ending with a simple jibe of "Way to bury the lead Ro!"

Settling yourself on bringing the topic up later with the other Spellmans present you relented and tangled yourself alongside his limbs as you had done countless times, before you enquired instead as to his excursions after his house arrest had been lifted, at which point you were happily regaled with tales of dates, studies and adventures alongside his trouble-surrounded cousin.

Within what felt like a few moments, night had fallen and with it came the squealing of brakes and the scattering of gravel. Releasing a chuckle, you rose to your feet, lazily tugging Ambrose from the cushions and to your side as you started towards the foyer.

Only releasing his hand as you reached to tug open the door, glancing past the towering figure to the haphazardly parked car out front, you simply scoffed and cocked your head to the side. now looking up at the man if front of you as if confused by his lack of movement. Rocking back and forth on your heels you raised a mocking brow in his direction before jerking your head backwards into the house, all but inviting him in. Emphasis on the 'all but' as he remained stuck on the other side of the threshold. Sparing a glance to your side, you spotted Ambrose, his brows furrowed and his genuine confusion obvious as he looked between yourself and the blonde at the door.

Yet despite your gaze remaining on Ambrose you caught the briefest mutter of "bloody fuck" from the vamp, and turned your attention to him once again. "Well Spike, how was the casino? Lose all of our money already?"

An offended scoff fell from his lips as he fired back; "Course not love, Don't you trust me? Now come on, let's go inside ey?" drawing your face into a pinched expression you gazed to the sky in another bout of mocking consideration, you leave him hanging for an extended moment, until the sounds of the sisters entering the space drew all of your intention, apart from Ambrose who remained studying Spike who in turn met his gaze with a cocky wink.

It was almost laughable how fast the vampire's cocky and frustrated expression morphed into one of innocence as he greeted the women with flattery and kindness. It was just as you thought, the big softie was capable of not being a dick when it suited him best. Yet as soon as Hilda had invited him inside his smile briefly twisted into yet another one of his cockiest smirks as he shouldered past you.

"So you travel with our little one?"

"Yes, I am glad to say I do. And may I say thank you for lettin' me in. Someone was enjoying keeping me out in the cold."

"Troublesome as ever, I'm truthfully not surprised with all the chaos these two used to get into." Zelda mused as Hilda hummed in agreement;

"Always so cheeky these two"

Sharing a look with the man at your side as you rolled your eyes, you knocked your shoulder with his as you followed the other three from the door. Unsurprisingly Spike was arm in arm, flanked by both of the witches and that was pretty much how it remained from then on for the rest of the night as he regaled the women with adventures and stories of your travels, only pausing on occasion for your input as you lay, head resting on the shoulder of your old friend.

At that moment it felt as if no time had passed at all, and for tonight at least you wanted it to stay that way; complex feelings, bruised egos and ancient scars were an issue for tomorrow.

[matchesarelit]

Imagine If You Will...

After the second game, you begin to notice the guards acting strange, speaking out of turn, seemingly searching for specific meals on their trays and being almost gentle when leading you through the halls.

Soft!Guard harem-ish x Player!Gn!Reader

part two part three

Requested by anonymous:

"Hey, so I guess we all have a secret crush on the squidgame guards, huh? :D

Could you write an imagine about a soft!guard tries to give reader clues and make physical contact and tries to help her escape by hiding her in his room?"

Hope you enjoy!!

Please don't hesitate to request!!

As you made your way to the front of the queue you met the eyes of the guard in front of you, almost missing the way his fingers left the previous pattern of distribution and instead reached for the very last one. Moving to take the egg from his hand, you were stopped as he closed your fist around the item and lightly caressed the back of your hand with his thumb.

Your jaw slacked as you turned and returned to your bed, and as you ate your mind refused to move away from the strange occurrence, no matter how desperately you attempted to prepare for the next game. Your focus was so wholly consumed that you missed the small roll of paper that had been painstakingly included inside your egg.

It wasn't even that they had been particularly harsh up until now, but it was something so out of the realm of what they had been doing.

Your mind reeling it was late into the night before you realised that you needed the lavatory, sadly the crazy lady had been trying that for ages to no avail. Attempting to add your voice to her pleads, you joined her at the door.

Within seconds the door had flung open and the two of you, plus the younger girl, were being led down the hall to the bathroom.

Being fast to do your business and leave, you awaited the others in the hall alongside the guard. Attempting to keep your distance and your eyes averted, the hand that encased your fingers with his own made you jump despite the gentile nature of the touch. He raised your hand and traced your knuckles with his thumb before lowering his head and gingerly pressing your knuckles to his mask.

Shifting his grip on your hand he squeezed it gently before pulling you down the hallway. You silently travelled behind him, finding yourself trusting him for no discernable reason, you only jumped when a door slid open to reveal a group of squares. Looking between the man leading you and your new company, the silence elicited goosebumps down your spine. They took their time addressing your companion before giving a curt nod, handing him a key and speaking;

"Room 056, for the time being, the cameras have been dealt with."

He expertly weaved throughout the identical corridors, the chill constantly running up and down your spine was combated by the warmth of his grip. A warmth that didn't leave even when we reached the door numbered 056 nor when he searched his pockets for the key and not even when he had opened the door and rushed you inside.

Upon the door closing, he motioned for you to be quiet, and as the seconds passed two gunshots were heard in the distance.

"So that they think you are dead and will update the system to not include you." He explained before moving towards the bed where he patted the space next to him.

Taking the seat, you noted how badly you were shaking and the shallowness of your breath. Placing your hands on your chest and attempting to calm your racing heart you missed the look of concern that flashed on the guard's face, not that you would have really seen it anyhow. Yet because of this, you were surprised when he laid back on the bed and pulled you to his chest, his gun long abandoned.

Melting into his touch and focussing on the slow rise and fall of his chest on which he had placed your head, you drifted in and out of consciousness before finally submitting to it in the safety of his arms.

[matchesarelit]

Train Station Game

Imagine If You Will... Stumbling upon the Salesman playing his game after missing your train, and after watching for a while you ask to play next.

The Salesman x f!Reader

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT Warning: smut, degradation, sl*t, Wh*re, choking, being called 'toy', other such language.

Thwap, thwap, slap.

Thwap, thwap, slap.

Thwap, thwap, slap.

Had your mind been busy worrying about rushing to catch the train, the pattern of sounds wouldn't have caught your attention. Now in the silence of an all but empty station, however, it became the only accomplice to your soft dawdling footsteps.

As you paused at every crossroads searching for the source of the noise, all semblance of time seemed to fade away. Weaving through the tile coated halls your mind drifted, it was only as you turned the final corner, the sounds becoming clear, that you knew what was being played. Yet your feet walked faster and faster until they stopped.

A few metres ahead of you stood two men, one in dapper garb and another who exemplified just the opposite.

Thwap,

The latter threw down his paper,

Thwap,

Then the former.

Slap,

The former slaps the other man.

You may never know how long you had stood watching them, mesmerised, neither had noticed you. Yet as the prize increased and the game seemed to draw nearer to its end you found yourself speaking up "Can I play next game?"

You never got an answer but when the game concluded and the shorter raggedy man hurried off his fist full of cash, the dapper man turned to you without batting an eye and asked "I can't offer the same prize I gave him." before closing and locking his briefcase.

"I wasn't asking for a prize" this seemed to stop him in his tracks.

In all his days working no one had ever made the salesman such a proposition. Turning back towards you the Salesman looked down upon you with a smirk, "Then what do you suggest we play for?"

"Fun?"

Shaking his head he let out a breathy chuckle "As much fun as I know we would have together, I don't believe that my employer would enjoy me wasting time."

"Gosh barely a minute into our conversation and you already called my company a waste of time, you move fast"

"You have no idea" for some reason as he went to pick up his case you felt compelled to make him stay, so you spoke.

"I don't have much but I'll play for anything, what did you call getting to slap that guy, paying with my body?"

"And what, pray tell, would your prize be?" That threw you, he seemed...intrigued. no that's not it... he seemed...Into it.

And damn maybe you are too.

"I don't need anything, any reason to play."

"Yes, you mightn't need anything." he paused moving closer and looking down upon you. "But what do you want?"

You couldn't think of anything in that moment, not that there wasn't anything you wanted, But here in his presence you couldn't think everything was instinct, nothing less nothing more. "How about we play it by ear? I have a feeling I won't be winning too many rounds, also which colour do you want to play?"

"Hmm, I never get to choose, I'll play blue."

Placing your card on the ground you stood back.

Thwap, he flips your card.

Thwap, you fail to flip his card.

Waiting for the inevitable you closed your eyes. Yet the slap never came.

Instead, a soft touch cupped the base of your skull, and peeking an eye open you saw him inches from your face and upon being caught he muttered a quiet "Still want to pay with your body?"

A small nod was all he seemed to need as he caught your lips in a brief yet rough kiss.

The next few rounds continued in the same fashion until you won one. Initially not realising what this meant, you waited for him to take his turn.

"What do you want your reward to be?"

Allowing instinct to further take over you let the words flow from your lips; "Anything and everything you have thought about doing to me"

Without a beat, he had your back against the nearest wall, a hand gripped around your throat as he reconnected his lips with yours, this time demanding entrance into your mouth.

His other hand in the arch of your back pulled your body into his. Moving to put one leg between yours, the Salesman elicited a guttural moan from your lips as you felt pressure against your clothed cunt. Moving your hips forward to push against his you revelled in the moans he sent into your mouth.

His hand on your waist trailed across your stomach before tracing under the band of your underwear, "Do you want this? Want a total stranger to touch you in the middle of this platform? is that the kind of slut you are?"

"Are you going to actually do anything or do you want me to leave while you monologu-" you were cut off by his hand slipping into your underwear and then immediately into your dripping core.

"Oh fu-" your exclamation was cut off by his fingers curling inside you, a tease he repeated over and over until you were shaking in his grasp almost limp against his frame. Reaching up to pull him back into a kiss, your wrists were caught by the hand from your neck, pinning your arms above your head. Getting faster and rougher as he thrust his digits in and out of your core, his thumb moved to run over your clit in teasingly light circles. Maintaining his punishing pace his digits pulled orgasm after orgasm from you showing no signs of stopping until his fingers slipped from your entrance. Pulling back from your lips he raised his hand to your face, pushing his middle fingers into past your swollen lips.

"Look at you, it just doesn't stop, you are still dripping for me. My toy slut, m'gonna use you for all you can give, milk your filthy cunt dry."

His words sent waves through your folds, making you groan around his fingers as they pushed further down your throat before retracting once again and moving to push you to your knees.

As the blood returned to your hands you ignored the tingling sensation as you fumbled with his fly. Hearing a chuckle from above you as your hair was gathered into a make-shift updo he easily pulled out his cock. Pulling you towards himself, he pushed into your mouth and began fucking your face. Allowing his absolute control over your body, you groaned at the feeling of the tip hitting the back of your throat.

As you gagged you felt drool cascade from your chin and coat your breasts. Watching you beneath him, the salesman admired your messy appearance, feeling himself twitch as your groans surround him, he pushed your head from his dick.

Smirking to himself at your groans of protest, he helped you to stand before ripping the front of your shirt and bra open. Both hands on your hips he turned you, pushing your now bare chest into the tile, ignoring your hiss at the cold, he pulled your underwear to the side and trailed his tip along your folds.

Arching your back you pushed your hips back into his before he forced them flush with the wall.

"You're still dripping for me Toy. Your tight pussy is throbbing and begging for me, desperate to be used. You want to be filled up, don't you? That's all you're living for isn't it?" Hand gripping your chin he twisted your neck to face him once more. "Answer me or I'll leave you bare and dripping."

"please"

He immediately pushed into your cunt, setting a violent pace as the hands on your hips gripped hard enough to bruise. Moving a hand to your throat he tilted your head backwards, stroking your neck as he reunited his lips with your own.

You felt yourself clenching around him as he twitched within you, groaning into the kiss you revelled in the vibrations.

The light touch tracing over your clit made your knees buckle, yet with nowhere to fall you stumbled and impaled yourself further onto the man behind you. Feeling him deeper than ever you felt yourself release, the constrictions of your pussy throwing the man behind you over the edge as his hips spluttered and ribbons of cum exploded into you, drawing out your climax and pulling a violent moan from your throat.

Stilling within you his hands roamed your body, slowly clasping your flesh silently claiming it for himself. Still holding you up he stepped back, allowing himself to slip out of you, pulling down your gathered skirt and shrugging off his blazer he covered your body.

Placing a single kiss to the back of your head, he picked up his briefcase and helped you to the edge of the platform, just in time for the approaching train. An arm around your waist, he kept you by his side with only one word.

"Mine"

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Imagine, if you will...

Arthur and Hosea having a discussion about the next scam that Hosea’s cooked up and what kind of roles are needed, and Arthur being tired of being given the mute/quiet/invisible role.

Arthur: You's always making my role so killjoy. Hosea: That's because I remember the time you were playing that young oil baron in Tennessee.  The one that liked to have drinks with friends? Arthur: I don't. Hosea: That'd be because you drank half the saloon's whiskey, ran naked down the street, and Dutch ended up having to talk the sheriff out of hanging you for indecent exposure after half the eligible ladies in that town fainted at the sight of of what you called, and I quote, your "oil well drill shaft." Arthur: ...nope, I ain't remember none of that. Never happened.

Brought to you by chatting with @emmithar-blog about Hosea and Arthur.