This Is Important

"Sammy, Sammy, Sammy" - SUPERNATURAL REMIX

PROFESSOR PRICE MASTERLIST

Since I do not plan on posting the Prof Pice fics in any form of order (inspiration is a fickle thing), I'm listing them below in the best sequence to read them, and I'll keep updating this as I go.

(Gif by @yeyinde)

Invitations

Cufflinks

Finer Things

When You Realize

Lessons Learnt

To Know You Is Hard

If You'd Just Let Me

Under the Desk

Patience and Promises

Give You My All

Drunken Ties

Just As

Demonstrations

Promises

Fog and Clarity

No One Else

Please Come Home (For Christmas)

Call(s) and the one pic exchange

Homecoming

Side Drabbles:

Quickie Before Class

Quizzing

T-shirt to class

Closet Fuck

THROUGH A RAPIST’S EYES” (PLS TAKE TIME TO READ THIS. It may save a life, It may save your life.)

An Article from Neena Susan Thomas

“Through a rapist’s eyes. A group of rapists and date rapists in prison were interview…ed on what they look for in a potential victim and here are some interesting facts:

1] The first thing men look for in a potential victim is hairstyle. They are most likely to go after a woman with a ponytail, bun! , braid, or other hairstyle that can easily be grabbed. They are also likely to go after a woman with long hair. Women with short hair are not common targets.

2] The second thing men look for is clothing. They will look for women who’s clothing is easy to remove quickly. Many of them carry scissors around to cut clothing.

3] They also look for women using their cell phone, searching through their purse or doing other activities while walking because they are off guard and can be easily overpowered.

4] The number one place women are abducted from / attacked at is grocery store parking lots.

5] Number two is office parking lots/garages.

6] Number three is public restrooms.

7] The thing about these men is that they are looking to grab a woman and quickly move her to a second location where they don’t have to worry about getting caught.

8] If you put up any kind of a fight at all, they get discouraged because it only takes a minute or two for them to realize that going after you isn’t worth it because it will be time-consuming.

9] These men said they would not pick on women who have umbrellas,or other similar objects that can be used from a distance, in their hands.

10] Keys are not a deterrent because you have to get really close to the attacker to use them as a weapon. So, the idea is to convince these guys you’re not worth it.

POINTS THAT WE SHOULD REMEMBER:

1] If someone is following behind you on a street or in a garage or with you in an elevator or stairwell, look them in the face and ask them a question, like what time is it, or make general small talk: can’t believe it is so cold out here, we’re in for a bad winter. Now that you’ve seen their faces and could identify them in a line- up, you lose appeal as a target.

2] If someone is coming toward you, hold out your hands in front of you and yell Stop or Stay back! Most of the rapists this man talked to said they’d leave a woman alone if she yelled or showed that she would not be afraid to fight back. Again, they are looking for an EASY target.

3] If you carry pepper spray (this instructor was a huge advocate of it and carries it with him wherever he goes,) yelling I HAVE PEPPER SPRAY and holding it out will be a deterrent.

4] If someone grabs you, you can’t beat them with strength but you can do it by outsmarting them. If you are grabbed around the waist from behind, pinch the attacker either under the arm between the elbow and armpit or in the upper inner thigh – HARD. One woman in a class this guy taught told him she used the underarm pinch on a guy who was trying to date rape her and was so upset she broke through the skin and tore out muscle strands the guy needed stitches. Try pinching yourself in those places as hard as you can stand it; it really hurts.

5] After the initial hit, always go for the groin. I know from a particularly unfortunate experience that if you slap a guy’s parts it is extremely painful. You might think that you’ll anger the guy and make him want to hurt you more, but the thing these rapists told our instructor is that they want a woman who will not cause him a lot of trouble. Start causing trouble, and he’s out of there.

6] When the guy puts his hands up to you, grab his first two fingers and bend them back as far as possible with as much pressure pushing down on them as possible. The instructor did it to me without using much pressure, and I ended up on my knees and both knuckles cracked audibly.

7] Of course the things we always hear still apply. Always be aware of your surroundings, take someone with you if you can and if you see any odd behavior, don’t dismiss it, go with your instincts. You may feel little silly at the time, but you’d feel much worse if the guy really was trouble.

FINALLY, PLEASE REMEMBER THESE AS WELL ….

1. Tip from Tae Kwon Do: The elbow is the strongest point on your body. If you are close enough to use it, do it.

2. Learned this from a tourist guide to New Orleans : if a robber asks for your wallet and/or purse, DO NOT HAND IT TO HIM. Toss it away from you…. chances are that he is more interested in your wallet and/or purse than you and he will go for the wallet/purse. RUN LIKE MAD IN THE OTHER DIRECTION!

3. If you are ever thrown into the trunk of a car: Kick out the back tail lights and stick your arm out the hole and start waving like crazy. The driver won’t see you but everybody else will. This has saved lives.

4. Women have a tendency to get into their cars after shopping,eating, working, etc., and just sit (doing their checkbook, or making a list, etc. DON’T DO THIS! The predator will be watching you, and this is the perfect opportunity for him to get in on the passenger side,put a gun to your head, and tell you where to go. AS SOON AS YOU CLOSE the DOORS , LEAVE.

5. A few notes about getting into your car in a parking lot, or parking garage:

a. Be aware: look around your car as someone may be hiding at the passenger side , peek into your car, inside the passenger side floor, and in the back seat. ( DO THIS TOO BEFORE RIDING A TAXI CAB) .

b. If you are parked next to a big van, enter your car from the passenger door. Most serial killers attack their victims by pulling them into their vans while the women are attempting to get into their cars.

c. Look at the car parked on the driver’s side of your vehicle, and the passenger side. If a male is sitting alone in the seat nearest your car, you may want to walk back into the mall, or work, and get a guard/policeman to walk you back out. IT IS ALWAYS BETTER TO BE SAFE THAN SORRY. (And better paranoid than dead.)

6. ALWAYS take the elevator instead of the stairs. (Stairwells are horrible places to be alone and the perfect crime spot).

7. If the predator has a gun and you are not under his control, ALWAYS RUN! The predator will only hit you (a running target) 4 in 100 times; And even then, it most likely WILL NOT be a vital organ. RUN!

8. As women, we are always trying to be sympathetic: STOP IT! It may get you raped, or killed. Ted Bundy, the serial killer, was a good-looking, well educated man, who ALWAYS played on the sympathies of unsuspecting women. He walked with a cane, or a limp, and often asked “for help” into his vehicle or with his vehicle, which is when he abducted his next victim.

Send this to any woman you know that may need to be reminded that the world we live in has a lot of crazies in it and it’s better safe than sorry.

If u have compassion reblog this post. ‘Helping hands are better than Praying Lips’ – give us your helping hand.

REBLOG THIS AND LET EVERY GIRL KNOW AT LEAST PEOPLE WILL KNOW WHATS GOING ON IN THIS WORLD. So please reblog this….Your one reblog can Help to spread this information.

THIS COULD ACTUALLY SAVE A LIFE.”

sweating bullets | john "soap" mactavish

summary: after a sparring session with soap, you find him up late at night and decide to do some late-night cardio

pairing: john "soap" mactavish x afab!reader

warnings: 18+, smut, oral (fem + male receiving), riding, needy soap

notes: this is a continuation of my "sparring" fic, but could also be read on its own :)

taglist: @cyberdecayed @wuv4eva @solarslushee

Soap would be lying if he said he didn't know why he was up.

He knew exactly why he was still up and it was eating him up inside. He kept tossing and turning in his bed, thinking about you. Thinking about how he held you down on the floor and how easy it was. He knew he was wrong thinking about this, it made him feel awful for the thought even slipping into his mind. He thought of himself as a pervert and would mentally curse himself out for even thinking about touching himself to the thought of you.

He had to get his mind off of it.

A sigh escaped his lips as he swung his feet over the edge of his bed. His feet pressed to the cold floor as he stood up and he put on some socks before going to his doorway.

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Your eyes fluttered open slowly and adjusted to the dark room. It was the middle of the night, you knew it had to at least 3 am. You groaned as you tossed in your bed sheets. You threw them off of your body as you had to get up and use the bathroom. Reluctantly, you stood up from the side of your bed and yawned before walking out of your quarters.

You used the bathroom and washed your hands and started back towards your room. You stopped as you saw a light in the corner of your eye that seemed to be coming from the kitchen. Your eyebrows furrowed together in curiosity as you slowly walked down the hallway and made your way to the kitchen. You squinted and your eyes adjusted to the light as you got into the kitchen and you noticed Soap there.

"Sergeant?" You asked softly.

Soap almost jumped out of his skin when he heard someone speak. It certainty didn't help when he turned around and saw you standing there. His chest heaved up and down, still on edge from you scaring him.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you." You chuckled.

"No it's- it's alright." He says with a nervous smile. He swallows harshly and nods, still trying to get rid of his thoughts from earlier. It wasn't very easy when you were standing in front of him in pajamas.

"Can't sleep?" You asked, crossing your arms over your chest. He scoffed with a smile as he shook his head. "No." He said briefly.

"Nightmares?" You pressed.

"Not exactly." He says. "Did you have a nightmare?" He adds quickly.

"Not tonight." You say.

The two of you stood in silence for a moment, the scene growing more awkward by the second. "Are you hungry? Your stomach keeping you up at night?" You broke the silence and stepped closer to him, standing next to him at the counter as he looked like he was making a sandwich of some kind. "Uh - kind of. Thought it might take my mind off of things." Soap chuckled, looking you up and down from the corner of his eye.

"Really? What could be keeping you up so late, Sergeant?" You asked, turning to him with a smirk on your face.

All he did was scoff and smile as he turned to face you. Your smirk grew wider as you caught his attention. "A lot of things." He said in a gruff voice as you leaned your back against the counter. "Is that so?" You added and crossed your arms. He inhaled and exahled as he placed one hand on his hip and leaned on the counter.

"What's really on your mind, Johnny?" You pushed as you stood up and inched closer to him. He pressed his lips tightly together and looked down as he shook his head with a smile on his face.

"I could tell you but it wouldn't be appropriate." His voice was almost a whisper but you heard him loud and clear.

Even Soap himself was surprised by his comment. He didn't know why he said that and didn't know where he got the confidence from. Maybe it was the fact that he was still half-asleep or the fact that he is so desperate for your touch. You were a bit taken aback by his comment, not thinking he would actually admit anything, but you'd be damned if you weren't going to take this opportunity. You inched closer to him as you saw his nervous eyes looking into yours and down at your lips rapidly.

You took a leap of faith and pressed your lips against his and captured him in a sloppy kiss. A desperate groan escaped his lips the second you kissed him. You brought your hands up and wrapped them around his head, gripping onto his mohawk. Soap instantly wrapped his big arms around you and lifted you up and sat you onto the edge of the counter, not breaking the touch of your lips together. Your legs instantly wrapped around his torso and locked together, trapping him closer to you. He almost whined at your action and hand his hands all over you. "Take me to your room." You breathed out, breaking the kiss for a second. Soap instantly obeyed and had his lips back on yours as he wrapped his large hands around your body and lifted you up once again. Your arms held tightly around his shoulders, your nails digging into his shirt.

He walked slowly to his room, keeping his lips on yours, his mouth hot and desperate. He walked into his room and turned you around so that he could press your body against the door, closing it in the process. Your hand reached down and locked the door. He pulled your body away and made his way to his bed and laid you down, you still had your legs wrapped around his body.

"Is this okay?" He asked, breathing heavily as he broke the kiss and looked down at you for a moment. You chuckled and replied, "Yes." He clashed his lips back onto yours, moaning into your lips. His rough hands laid on your stomach and slowly sneaked under the hem of your shirt. He reached up under your shirt and his hands roamed up your torso, stopping to land one of his hands on one of your breasts. You gasped into his mouth as his hand squeezed your breasts.

Soap could almost cum from just hearing your moans, it made him weak in the knees. He pulled your shirt up and over your head to reveal your bare chest. This man was so in awe of every part of your body and wanted to enjoy every inch of it. His hands laid on your sides as his lips pressed against your jawline and slowly made his way down your neck and to your chest. He stopped at your breast and circled his tongue around your nipple. You whined and kept your hands tightly wrapped around him, your nails digging into the back of his neck.

"God fuck — you don't know how much I wanted this." He admits in a low voice.

You chuckled and breathed out heavily. He went further down until he was kneeling on the wooden floor. He grabbed ahold of your thighs and pulled you closer to him, he kept a tight grip on both of your thighs as he stayed between your legs. He lifts himself up for a moment to slowly pull down your pajama bottoms, along with your underwear.

"Fuck — " you cursed as you felt his hot breath inches away from your core. Soap reached his hands up to lay on your sides as he licked a stripe up your folds. You instinctively shuttered and let out a small whine, which was all a sign for Soap to keep going. He buried his face in between your legs, letting his tongue explore every part of your pussy. You gasped and laid your head back on the bed, gripping the sheets next to you tightly. Johnny ate you out like he had never had a meal before, like he was going to die if he didn't. He was desperate.

Your hands reach down to his hair and pulled on the strands of his mohawk. "Oh fuckin' hell." He cursed, you could feel the vibrations of his words on your folds. He brought one of his hands down from your sides to press onto your clit. He massaged your clit softly as sucked on your pussy. Your hand clutched over your mouth, not wanting to be too loud and remembering that there are other people in the rooms around you.

He pressed one of his rough fingers into you, you cursing out his name in response. His finger moved in and out of you as he kept his tongue moving inside of you. Your hips bucked up into him, causing a moan to escape from his lips as he pushed your hips back down.

"Please, Johnny — " you whined out.

Fuck, he could cum in his pants right there just from your voice and the taste of you on his tongue.

He continued at this pace, speeding up a bit as he added another finger into you, his thumb pressing up on your clit. You were close and he could feel it from the way you clenched around him. "Jesus — cum on my tongue, please lass." He begged, pulling his mouth away for a moment just to dive back into you. You cursed as you clenched around him even tighter and felt your orgasm approaching.

"Fuck, I'm about to — " you started.

"Yes lass, do it." He encouraged.

You bit your lip as you clenched tightly and felt a rush of heat hit you as you released. Soap moaned into your folds and sucked up your juices like he was starving.

Your chest heaved up and down as you were coming down from your high. You held you wrist over your forehead and a small smirk was plastered on your lips.

"Fucking hell." He cursed as stood up from his knees. He crawled onto the bed and hovered over you as grabbed ahold of the nape of his neck and harshly crashed your lips into his. He was a bit taken aback by your assertiveness but completely obliged. You pushed against him, wanting to have him on his back on the bed, to which he happily obeyed. You climbed over him and straddled his hips, feeling his hard cock beneath you.

You tugged at the hem of his shirt and pulled it up over his head. His muscular abdomen almost had your mouth hanging open. You knew Soap was strong but the definition in his muscles still shocked you. You leaned down and kissed him again, your hands roaming over his chest, feeling every crease and scar on his body. You grinded your hips softly against his clothed cock as he whimpered into your lips. You moved the kiss from his lips, down to his neck, and then his chest. You kept moving down until you reached the hem of his sweatpants.

"Fuck — please, lass." He whined. You'd never heard this side of him, so desperate and needy. It was a real ego booster.

You bit your lip as you pulled down both his sweatpants and boxers to reveal his throbbing cock. You knew Soap was a big man, of course he was big in all ways.

Your hand wrapped around his shaft and pumped up and down a few times. He bucked his hips into you, cursing as he gripped the pillow behind his head. "You're so needy, Johnny." You teased as you moved your hand on his shaft. "Such a different side of you, Sergeant." You added.

"Don't do this to me, please." He whined as he breathed heavily. You chuckled as you kissed up his shaft, causing a groan to escape his lips. You licked around his tip, feeling his body shiver as your tounge touched him. "I need it so bad, lass." He added.

You smiled before taking him into your mouth, going about halfway down his shaft. He let out a moan as he laid his head back onto the pillow. You bobbed your head up and down on him, your hand on the rest of his shaft.

"Fucking hell — I can't take much more." He whined.

You brought your head up and away from his cock. He groaned in frustration at the loss of contact and looked at you. "You can hold off just a bit longer, Johnny." You teased as you moved upward. You hovered over him and aligned his shaft with your pussy. "Fuck, please." He breathes out as he lays his hands on your hips. You could almost laugh at his neediness.

You slowly sunk down onto his cock, him letting strings of curses fall from his mouth. Your chest heaved up and down before you began slowly grinding on his hips.

"Steamin' bloody Jesus — " He cursed, his hands tightly squeezing onto the flesh on your hips.

You pressed your hands onto his muscular chest as you moved up and down on his cock. You breathed heavily, feeling beads of sweat fall down your body. He groaned as he felt your walls clench around him. His hands reached up and roamed your chest and stopped to squeeze yuor breasts, causing you to gasp. The sound of wet slapping filled the room as you began moving faster on top of him. You leaned down and captured his lips in a long and sloppy kiss. Your hands wrapped around his neck and held onto him tightly. He moaned into your lips, his large arms wrapping around your body to hold you close.

"Goddammit lass, I'm gonna — " He broke away from your lips.

"Johnny." You breathed out, keeping the same pace as you moved your hips.

"Oh fuck — " Soap cursed as you clenched around him. You moaned loudly as you felt your orgasm hitting you as you bobbed on top of him. Soap felt his coming soon after, his hands moved back to your hips and tightly gripped on to your skin. He moaned loudly before thrusting up into you a few more times before pulling out and cumming. He spurt up onto your chest and some fell back onto his own chest.

Your breath heaved heavily as your legs shook on top of him, you held onto his chest for support. You both laid there, still with you on top of him, breathing as if you'd had just come back from a heavy workout.

"Oh my god." You whispered as you laid your forehead on his chest, feeling his fast heartbeat. Soap's arms once again wrapped around your body and pulled you closer to him. Your sweaty bodies were pressed against each other as you felt each other's heartbeats.

"I've never heard you beg like that, Sergeant." You teased as you brought up your head to look at him. "Oh, shut up." He said in that thick accent. You chuckled at him before sitting back up.

"Think you'll be able to sleep now?" You smirked. "Oh yeah, like a baby." He responded.

"Actually, how about we take a shower and clean up?" You suggested.

"Yeah, good idea." He smirked.

It's like Dean is pregnant with Cass' baby and they're trying to think of what to do because the baby would be a nephilim

What to Expect

synopsis: "Exes can have a baby, right?", a story in which Jake finds himself having a baby with the one person who can't even stand the sight of him. Slow burn, exes to lovers.

warnings: pregnancy, vomiting, cursing, smut, mentions of infidelity, fighting, blood, broken hurts, trust issues

prologue

chapter 1

Chapter 2

chapter 3

chapter 4

chapter 5

chapter 6

chapter 7

chapter 8

chapter 9

chapter 10

chapter 11

chapter 12

chapter 13

chapter 14

chapter 15

chapter 16

EXTRAS:

coming soon. . .

Keep Going

Din Djarin x Reader (AFAB reader, no gendered terms used, just body parts)

Rating: EXPLICIT 18+

Word count: 1.9k

Summary: The Mandalorian gets hurt while trying to capture a bounty. He comes back to the Razor Crest and you patch him up, making him feel better in more ways than one.

Can be found on ao3 here

A/N: I’m thinking this takes place before season 1

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“Stop moving.” You tell Mando.

“It fucking hurts, Y/n.” He hisses as you clean the front of his wounded shoulder.

He wasn’t usually one to complain. Not like this, anyways. He’d just bite the bullet and suffer through the pain. But you could tell he was really hurting when he was verbal about it.

“I know. I’m sorry. Just let me take care of you.” You sigh, finishing cleaning his wound with alcohol before applying bacta spray.

He sighed with relief as the cool bacta met his skin, helping to numb the pain a little. You applied a gauze pad and taped it to him, standing back and looking at your work.

He was sat on the edge of his bed compartment, only in his helmet and pants at the moment. When he’d gotten back with his bounty, he was groaning as he put the criminal in carbonite.

You came down from the cockpit to see what was going on and saw how banged up he was. You helped remove his armor and boots and then turned away so he could quickly remove his helmet and shirt, turning back only when he told you it was okay.

You’ve been traveling with the Mandalorian roughly three weeks. He hired you as a maid of sorts. Doing all the menial tasks that were below his pay grade. Cleaning his weapons, armor, and ship. Keeping food stocked. Doing mechanical maintenance on the ship when needed, but he always liked to help with that part.

You put the med kit away and then turn back to him. You stare at his chest for a moment too long, then lift your eyes back up to his visor.

He was breathing hard, hands on his thighs, occasionally making a fist when a wave of pain washed over him. The bacta was fast. Just not that fast.

You step closer to him, now able to smell his woodsy scent. “Anything else I can do to help?”

There had been sexual tension between you and the Mandalorian from day one. That, you knew for sure. When he first interviewed you, to make sure you were the right person to hire, his handshakes lingered. He thought hard before each response to you. You’re pretty sure his helmet was tilted down just slightly towards your chest several times while he was questioning you.

“You’ve done plenty. Thank you.” Mando nods.

“A massage maybe?” You suggest quickly before he gets up.

He sighs. “It’s been years since I’ve had a massage. I would be grateful.”

“Alright, lay down on your stomach.” You smile at him and he does what you say, moving (slowly and carefully so he doesn’t hurt his shoulder worse) to lay down.

You admired his ass for a moment as he did so before climbing up into the compartment and straddling the back of his hips.

He lets out a long sigh as you do this, and you’re pretty sure he’s been touch-starved most of his life. In fact, based on what he’s told you about himself, you know it.

You start with his shoulders, careful not to press down on his injured one too much. You dig your thumbs in gently, repeatedly pressing them forward up the backs of his shoulders. He’s still breathing hard.

Your hands move down, gradually reaching his low back and moving back up.

He groans when you touch a particularly sensitive spot on his mid-back.

“Sorry. I can try and loosen it up. Or I’ll leave it alone if you want.” You offer.

“Please keep going.” He breathes.

You do as he asks, rubbing the spot in gentle circles to try and relax the muscle there.

You decide to dig a little deeper and you lean down, pressing your elbow into his back.

“Fuck.” He gasps.

“Shit, sorry.” You’re sure you’ve hurt him.

“Keep. Going.” He orders with a soft whine and you lean down once more.

You put your elbow against his back, pushing down and circling it. Mando’s breathing picks up, not harder, but faster. You watch as he fists his hands in the blankets by his head and it makes heat pool between your legs.

Once you feel the spot is relatively loosened up, you go back to using both hands to massage his back up and down. He lets out a shaky sigh.

“Don’t move.” He says quietly. Then he quickly turns over underneath you and-

Oh.

Oh.

Mando is hard as a rock, pressed against your heat.

You gulp. “Are we doing this?”

He nods up at you, hands resting on your thighs for a moment before slowly moving them up over your hips.

You bite your lip and grind down against him, moaning softly. He lets out a low sound, gripping your hips. You rock them back and forth against his crotch, wishing there was less clothing on you both.

You pull your shirt and bra off and his hands come up to cup your breasts. He squeezes them lightly, kneading them and playing with them, making your eyes flutter shut.

His hands move down after a minute, unbuttoning and unzipping your pants. One of his hands goes down into your panties, quickly finding your clit and teasing it with his fingertip.

“Fuck, Mando.” You breathe out.

“My name is Din.” He says sweetly as he pushes a finger into your wetness.

“Din…” you moan, opening your eyes again, looking down at him.

“You look so good like this. Feel so good.” He groans, thrusting his thick finger in and out of you slowly. “So fucking wet for me.”

You nod frantically, grinding down against his hand. “All f- for you.” You whine.

“I know, sweetheart.” He hums and pushes a second digit into you.

You gasp and brace yourself, hands on his chest. If he keeps going like this, you’re going to cum on his fingers.

He starts thrusting them faster, making them dip deep inside of you each time. You dig your nails into his skin, “Oh, Maker, yes.”

Din growls up at you, his hips bucking once to remind you how aroused he was. He continues fucking you with his fingers, getting you closer.

“Gonna- I’m gonna cum.” You breathe out, jaw dropping.

“Cum for me, baby. Come on, you can do it.” He coos, encouraging you.

You squeeze around his fingers as your orgasm hits you, cumming hard and whining his name.

“Fuuuck.” He sighs, working you through your euphoric high.

After a few moments, his fingers slow down and eventually stop, pulling out of you.

His free hand lifts his helmet just enough for you to see his chin, then his fingers covered in your slick come up to his mouth. He sucks on them for a minute, moaning around them and rolling his hips against yours.

“Maker.” You gulp. He has fairly groomed facial hair. Not too much, not too little. You wondered if he’d ever take the helmet all the way off for you. But for now, you were satisfied with this.

He pulls his fingers away and lowers his helmet once more. “Knew you’d taste good.”

You bite your lip and smile softly.

“Take off the rest of your clothes, sweetheart.” He rubs your cloth covered thighs.

You nod and get up for a moment, quickly getting naked. You watch him as he pulls out his cock and strokes it a few times. You almost gasp at the sight of it. It’s a beautiful cock, you think.

Din pats his hips at you, “Come sit.” He hums.

You gulp and nod, climbing back on top of him. You hover for a moment as he lines up against your entrance. Then you sink down onto his hardness.

“Oh, fuck.” You let out a broken moan, lasting until you were fully seated on him.

“You’re so tight.” He’s panting, gripping your thighs as he watches you.

This was probably the most perfectly full you’ve ever felt. No other person or even toy could compare to how this felt right now. He was throbbing inside you as you lifted your hips and then pushed down once more.

His short nails managed to dig into your thighs as you did this, leaving little crescent moon shapes. You bit back a moan, starting a medium pace of thrusting your hips up and down.

He held onto you like you were going to float away if he didn’t. His head was tilted back right now and you could see his beautiful Adam’s apple and the edges of his sharp jaw. Maker, you wanted to kiss it.

You plant your hands on his ribcage, supporting yourself as your body rolled on top of his. You lean down and press your lips to his collarbone and he shivers.

“You okay?” You look up at him.

“Haven’t- fuck… haven’t been touched in so long.” He breathes out.

“Like I said earlier…” you trail off, kissing his neck. “Let me take care of you.”

Din whines as you start to thrust down on him harder, barely nodding in response so his helmet didn’t hit your head with how close you were.

He’s almost shaking now, holding onto you tightly. One hand breaks away from your leg, reaching to the buttons on the wall inside the compartment. He shuts the door and then turns out the light inside.

“Woah, I cannot see anything.” You laugh a little.

“That’s the idea.” He says and you feel his arms reach up, take off his helmet and set it down by his head before grabbing your face and pulling you up to kiss him.

You whimper into his mouth, pussy squeezing around him. You’re both panting into each other’s mouths, tongues swirling and lips teasing each other’s.

“Din, you feel so good.” You whine and kiss him hard.

He kisses back just as enthusiastically, one hand moving down your back to grab your ass. The other hand finding your clit and rubbing it in circles with two fingers.

You groan against him, thrusting faster and rubbing down against him. You feel your thighs start to shake as your second orgasm gets closer.

“Not yet.” He moans into your ear, sucking your earlobe into his mouth. Your eyes roll back in your head as you try to keep from cumming too soon.

“Almost.” He reassures you and kisses your neck, his facial hair making you tingle delightfully.

“Fuck.” You whine into his ear, not knowing how much longer you could go.

His hips start bucking up in time with yours, pushing somehow even deeper into you. “N- now.” He sighs as his cock twitches and he releases inside you.

As he fills you, your body goes into overdrive, second wave washing over you. “Din-!” You gasp, slamming down onto him hard.

He grunts as he fucks up into you, both of you gradually slowing. Once you’re both stopped, you stay on top of him, warming his cock.

“We should’ve done that weeks ago.” You sigh happily.

Din’s chest vibrates as he laughs softly. It’s the first time you’ve heard him laugh without the modulator in his helmet and you could really imagine getting used to it. But you tried not to get too far ahead of yourself.

“We only met a few weeks ago.” He hums.

You kiss him sweetly. “I know.”

18 year old Tania Harris was shot twice by police in Robbinsdale, MN yesterday. Police were called to the scene to protect her from a potential fight and are claiming she had a knife but her mother and witnesses are saying that her mother had taken the knife from her before police shot her.

Tania was cuffed and put in the back of the squad car after being shot.

She survived the shooting and is in stable condition.

The local activists are already planning actions around supporting her.