#strategize? no I just close my eyes and scream at the buttons

[kurosaaki]

LOVEGAME — LEON S. KENNEDY

SUMMARY: it’s been 15 years since the Raccoon City outbreak happened, and you wonder why Leon still has his R.P.D. handcuffs if he doesn’t use them at all, so you ask him. And he decides to show you why he still has them.

WARNINGS: smut— soft dom!leon, vaginal sex, bondage (use of handcuffs), roleplay (policeman & bad girl), brat taming, teasing, oral sex, creampie, basically porn without too much plot lol.

WC: 3K

TAGS: @antidesire, @whore-era & esp @rxllingstones <3

A/N: i love leon so much. it was time for me to write him finally. i had re6 leon in my mind while i wrote this. as always, support and reblogs are appreciated! NOT PROOFREAD, so apologies if there’s any mistake.

It all started as a game.

A joke.

A "playful little joke".

"You still have those handcuffs from your rookie days, Leon?"

Leon turned his gaze to where you were. You were not far from him, in fact, you were close to him, only your eyes were glued to his leather belt, where he carried those handcuffs from the R.P.D.

It was easy to tell those were from the R.P.D., as they had a little inscription on them. You wondered why he had them in the first place, given the fact that he didn't really need them in his actual job right now. They could be helpful on some occasions, like for interrogating a subject right at the moment and keeping them still, but...his job wasn't exactly that. 

Handcuffs weren't required at all in your job, so...why did he have them?

You still decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. In the end, Leon's a very strategic, intelligent man, and you were sure he had a reason to carry them every day with him.

But you couldn't help asking him directly. It did make you curious.

"Well, yeah" he answers as if the reason was obvious, "You never know when they'll come in handy on a mission, right?" 

Maybe he was right, you thought. But something deep inside you told you that it wasn't just as simple as that. There had to be another reason.

"Such an odd question to ask, don't you think?

You chuckled. You knew perfectly well that work was not a reason to have them. The way Leon was trying to hide his cheeky smile was also an indicator that you might be right. Still, you wanted to remain discreet. 

There were no secrets between you and Leon. You've been his partner for 2 long years now, mission after mission, you eventually get to know the person you're working with. Even more so now that he was your boyfriend. Secrets had no space in your relationship.

Or so you thought.

"Such an odd reason to have them when our work doesn't require them, don't you think?" you playfully mocked him, copying his words with a sly look on your face. 

Touché.

He chuckled, looking at the handcuffs. After all, you weren't dumb and it was obvious. No matter how much he tried to hide it, the truth is that Leon didn't keep those handcuffs out of nostalgia or utility.

"I keep 'em for a reason," he said, glaring at you from across the room.

You could see a wicked grin peek out of his lips as he toyed with the handcuffs. His fingertips wandered over the metal, being too careful to not damage them--and your mind couldn't stay sane at the sight of it. Leon was playing with you. He was practically screaming for you to keep feeding into this conversation. 

"And, you know..." he slowly approached you, holding the handcuffs with his fingers "I've been wanting to try these out for a while now," he whispered, his voice low and seductive. "I bet you'd look amazing in them."

Your heart raced as his words sent a shiver down your spine. You tried to stay composed, but it was getting harder and harder to resist him. Leon had always been good at pushing your buttons just right, and now he had you exactly where he wanted you. He cornered you when you were the one starting everything.

"Oh, yeah?" you tilted your head "You want to arrest me, Officer Kennedy? Have I been a bad girl?"

Leon's eyes sparkled with lust at the sound of his name in your innocent tone of voice. If there was one thing Leon always regretted, it was that he never became an official police officer because of the outbreak in Raccoon City 15 years ago.

But maybe that was about to change today thanks to you.

"Oh, you have no idea"  he chuckled, his pupils dilatating at the thought of you handcuffed and at his mercy "You've been a very, very bad girl"

You couldn't help but shiver at his words. As much as you tried to resist him, you were completely under his spell. You had never felt this way about anyone before, and the thought of exploring this new side of yourself with Leon was both terrifying and exhilarating.

"I'm sorry I've been a bad girl, Officer Kennedy" you pout, "I promise I didn't mean it"

"Nuh-uh" he shook his head, grinning as he heard you say his name again. "You're not sorry at all"

It was like music to his ears, and your "innocent, clueless girl" facade only drove him crazier. He was feeling his blood rush through his whole body, the sudden sense of power he had over you when playing this "silly game" was taking over you little by little.

Suddenly, his lips were extremely close to your neck, feeling his breath against your skin, noticing how your body became stiff, earning a smile from him. 

"You know what I do with bad girls like you?" he says, hearing his deep voice next to your ear right now, "I teach them lessons. I make 'em learn"

You shivered at his words, feeling a mixture of fear and excitement course through you. You knew that Leon could be intense, but you had never seen him like this before. It was like he was a completely different person when he had you under his control.

"What kind of lessons?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Leon chuckled, the sound sending shivers down your spine. "Oh, you'll see," he said, his hands trailing down your body, stopping at your waist, "But first, let's see just how well you can follow instructions."

He leaned in close, his lips brushing against yours. "Undress yourself. Then I want you to put your hands behind your back and walk over to the bed," he whispered, sensing a smile from him. 

Oh, he was enjoying this.

You hesitated for a moment, unsure of what was about to happen. But the look in Leon's eyes told you that he wasn't going to take no for an answer. 

So you did as he said, following his orders. You got rid of your shirt, followed by your jeans and shoes, leaving your bra and panties on. You put your hands behind your back and walked over to the bed. Leon followed close behind, his hands on your hips as he guided you.

You had no idea what Leon had in store for you, but you were eager to find out. With a wicked grin, he raised the handcuffs, and without a warning, he snapped them shut around your wrists, the metal clinking together with a satisfying sound. 

"Are they too tight for you, love?" he asked, his hands placed on your hips.

"A little bit..."

"Good" he chuckled, and unlike you thought, he didn't bother to adjust them. "Let's see if you can learn your lesson. Turn around, let me see you"

You felt a rush of excitement as you turned around, trying to avoid his piercing gaze. You could feel his eyes on your whole body, and you shivered at the thought of what was about to happen. 

Without a warning, you felt a sharp sting across your ass as Leon brought his hand down hard. You cried out in surprise, but the pain quickly turned to pleasure as he continued to spank you. 

"Is that what you want, love?" he asked, his voice rough with desire.You could only nod, too caught up in the moment to form words. 

Leon's hand continued to rain down on you, each slap sending waves of pleasure through your body.Finally, he stopped, his hand still resting on your ass. 

"You're such a bad girl," he said, his voice deeper now, "You need to learn how to behave. Shouldn't be asking nosy questions..." You could feel his breath against your skin, and you moaned softly as he leaned in and kissed your neck. 

You were completely under his spell, unable to resist his touch.As he continued to kiss and touch you, you felt yourself growing more and more aroused. You knew that you were completely at his mercy, and that thought only made you want him more.

Leon pushed you down onto the bed after getting rid of your bra, unclasping it with just one hand. The soft mattress gave beneath you, your eyes glued to him as he leaned down and whispered in your ear. 

"Now, I want you to spread your legs for me," he commanded, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses over your neck, and down your breasts until he reached your panties.

Your heart raced as you spread your legs, feeling too exposed and vulnerable in front of him. You always felt this way with Leon, but deep down you had a sense of security when you were in such vulnerable positions like these. He always made you feel protected, but you couldn't help but feel butterflies each time he went down on you. 

Leon's hot breath tickled your inner thighs as he leaned in closer, his lips tantalizingly close to your center. You could feel his warm breath against your sensitive skin, and your heart was racing with anticipation. 

You closed your eyes, letting out a soft moan as Leon's tongue flicked across your clothed clit. He knew exactly how to touch you, how to make you feel alive and he knew how to fuel the fire inside you.

Leon left little kisses on your inner thighs, while his thumb made circles on your clit. Although you were not fully aware of it, you were gradually getting more and more wet, soaking your panties as Leon enjoyed this moment, not giving any importance to your aching desire to feel his tongue.

You couldn't help but move your hips forward, trying to satiate your thirst to feel him close to you. 

"S'okay pretty, I got you" he whispered, and he immediately grabbed your panties and took them away, throwing them onto the floor.

Leon grabbed your legs and pulled you closer to the edge of the bed. He lowered himself down, resting his knees on the floor as he made sure to put your thighs over his shoulders, bringing your pussy closer to his face. His hands gripped your thighs tightly as he took advantage of such position and started to eat you out like you were water in the desert, and he was thirsty.

You swore if you weren't cuffed right now, your hands would be running through his hair, pulling it and caressing it as he ate you out. But the only thing you were physically able to do now was thrust your hips into his tongue, begging for more of him. 

He licked and sucked at your clit, his tongue driving you wild with pleasure. You even felt dizzy as his wet muscle worked you up, occasionally stopping licking you and leaving kisses on your clit, just to begin lapping on it again.

It was swaying of pleasure you couldn't resist. 

As he worked his magic, you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. Your body was trembling with need, and you could feel your orgasm building deep inside you. 

"Are you getting close, baby?" he asked as if the answer wasn't obvious, "You think you deserve to cum, hm?"

"Yes!" you nodded as he kissed your clit, covering his lips with your juices, "Please, I need it!"

You felt him chuckle, and he went back to eating you out again. This time, Leon didn't try to hold back or try to edge you—he was going to make you cum right on the spot. He grabbed your legs again, securing his grip on your thighs to avoid you from closing them. With each drag of his tongue, you were a step closer to the brink of orgasm.

Oh, how you wish you weren't cuffed right now.

"I'm- I'm gonna cum! Oh, fuck!" you whined out in pleasure, biting your lip as hard as you could, clenching your fists furiously in pleasure.

"Do it, baby" he growled, his voice sending you vibrations and making your body shiver "Cum for me"

Finally, you couldn't hold back any longer. Your body convulsed with pleasure as Leon continued to lick and suck at your clit, sending you over the edge into blissful ecstasy. 

As you came down from your high, you felt Leon's hands massage your shaking thighs. You tried to calm your breathing while he gave you a "time out". Leon stood up and leaned closer to your weakened body, kissing all over your skin tenderly. 

He stopped for a moment when his face came up high enough to look at you. He lingered for a few seconds as he watched your eyes close and open a while later, noticing how your pupils dilated in pleasure. He let out a small laugh and kissed you deeply, only to leave you breathless again. 

"Just so you know," he kissed your nose, "I'm not done with you"

When he said that, Leon lifted you off the bed, grabbing your body with his arms to keep you from falling down your shaky legs. 

It looked like he wasn't going to give you any rest today.

"Have you learned your lesson, pretty?" he asked you, pressing your body against his due to the grip he had on your waist. Seeing how you couldn't even form a word, he decided to tease you a bit more, "Speak up"

"Y-Yeah" you nodded, not really sure of what his answer was going to be.

"You don't seem very sure of that" he replied, feeling your body tremble against his, "You think it's okay to ask an officer such nosy questions, huh? What do you think was gonna happen if you asked why I had these handcuffs?"

"Fuck, Leon" You couldn't stand not feeling him. You needed to feel him with you as fast as possible, you didn't want to put up with his game anymore, no matter how much you liked it. 

"It's Officer Kennedy to you, miss" The smug look in his eyes increases, like he's proud of himself, of the good work he's doing.

He traced his fingers down your arm, sending sparks of pleasure through your body. You couldn't help but let out a soft moan, and Leon chuckled in response. 

"You like this, don't you?" he said, his lips hovering just inches from yours. "Being under my control..."

Oh, you were completely under his spell. Leon had a way of making you feel alive like no one else could, and you were helpless to resist him. You wouldn't be able to resist him even if you were paid to.

He leaned in and pressed his lips to yours, the kiss sending waves of pleasure through your body. You kissed him back eagerly, losing yourself in the moment. Leon's hands wandered all over your body, pressing you against his hard boner, feeling it through his pants. 

For a while, all you could focus on was the feel of his lips on yours and the touch of his hands on your body. You were completely lost in the pleasure he was giving you, and you didn't care about anything else in the world.

But eventually, reality came crashing back in. You remembered that you were still cuffed and that you were at Leon's mercy. You pulled away from the kiss, panting heavily.

"You're not getting out of those cuffs anytime soon" Leon looked at you with a smirk plastered on his face. 

"Please, Officer Kennedy," you whined, "Take the handcuffs off, I just- I need to touch you"

He has the same slightly amused smirk on his face when you ask him to take the handcuffs off. He starts to move his hands. They slowly move towards your hands, like he's about to take the handcuffs, but the slight smirk never leaves his face in the slightest. He's like a cat that caught a mouse, and now he's just playing with it and can't really stop. He just keeps looking at it, playing with it, staring straight into its eyes.

"You're in my custody, are you not?" He asks in a calm, confident, mocking tone. 

He still has that look on his face. He's still flirting with you, his cocky smirk plastered on his face like he's trying to hide those feelings and just be calm and collected like a good cop. 

You were so close from losing your mind.

But you were loving it so much.

"Y-yes, but..."

"I'm not done with you," he says with a stern look on his face, and suddenly his serious cop facade has returned, "Face against the wall"

You swallowed hard. You were used to Leon giving you orders while you were doing it, it didn't bother you how he handled you as he pleased, but...seeing him this serious, into his cop role, was something you would have never really imagined and you even fantasized about knowing what he was capable of now that he had given you such an order.

Your face was now against the wall as he wished.

You heard him unbuckle his belt, too shy to turn around no matter how much you wanted to and watch him do it. You could only imagine how he did it and that only turned you on more.  

Leon got rid of his shirt as well, and finally, when he got closer to you, he got rid of his pants and his boxers as well.

You gasped when you felt his hard cock against you. He chuckled, leaving kisses along your back and your shoulders. His fingertips wandered all over your body, bringing his index finger down your spine, stopping where your hands were cuffed, grabbing the handcuffs with his hand now, he positioned himself on your entrance.

"Fuck, you're tight" he groaned, throwing his head back for a moment.

His free hand rested on your waist, and he began to thrust into you. Slowly, savoring every part of you, letting you get used to his length--even if it wasn't your first time with him.

You began to grind your hips against him, letting him know you were ready for more, and he picked up on the signal quickly. 

He couldn't wait any longer.

He began thrusting deeper this time, hearing your sweet cries of pleasure each time he reached your spot. He had your body memorized, every single part of you. 

He could only concentrate on the swaying of his hips, wet, messy sounds filling the room you both shared. You were careless of being heard by anyone at this point, too blinded by the pleasure of his balls slapping your cunt frenetically. 

Even if your body looked so fragile, so tired and so worn out after that first orgasm, the truth is that you only wanted more and more from him. You couldn't care if your legs were about to give out, if your muscles were now sore--it wasn't enough. You needed him.

"Fucking hell, baby" his voice cracked when your walls clenched around him, his sloppy thrusts driving you crazier now "You love this, huh? You like me fucking you from behind, huh? Makes you feel like a naughty girl, right?"

"Fuck, yes!" you screamed in pleasure, closing your eyes to concentrate on just the feeling of his cock deep inside you, "harder, Leon!"

"Is that an order, little one?" he chuckled, his face now close to your ear, bringing your body close to his, pushing the handcuffs towards him, "I'm the one in charge here, remember?"

It didn't take him too long to turn his deep thrusts into irregular, sloppy ones. He couldn't help it: you felt so good clenching around him he couldn't contain himself any longer. Plus, it had been a while since he had some alone time with you, so he was aching to feel you finally.

"Goddamn, baby" he groaned, "Look at how you're moving, you just love this, don't you?"

You could barely talk at that point. The only thought in your mind was him, there was no room for anything that wasn't him. 

You kept moving your hips against his so you could help him reach his orgasm at the same time, and he just kept going, drilling your pussy until he started to give in into the pleasure he was feeling.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum" You felt his cock throbbing inside you, as you clenched around him unconciously, as you reached your second orgasm of the night, feeling how he was getting close too, "I'm gonna cum, baby, are you close?"

"Yeah!" you whined out, "Cum in me, Leon, fuck!"

"Such a good girl f'me, fuck!" he leaned his head against your shoulder, his strong arms hugging you from behind as he thrusted again and again.

With sweat covering the both of you now, you felt him reach his orgasm, followed by you seconds after. You whined out his name, as he could only try to recover his breath, mouth opened and eyes shut, resting his head on your back, still hugging you through your orgasm.

He left a shy kiss on your shoulder, while trying to clear his throat to talk to you. His hands were still on your body, this time on your lower stomach, trying to calm you down after that orgasm.

You finally felt your hands free from the grip of those damned handcuffs. Leon kept you from falling by grabbing you again, pulling you towards him and turning to look at you.

"I wanted to try this for so long" he joked. In fact, he was saying the truth, but he laughed at what he just said, "You okay, baby?"

"Yeah, that was...amazing" you tried to recover your breath, feeling how he kissed your forehead, "You really liked to hear that name, huh?"

He chuckled at your words. He kinda realized he had a kink for you calling him Officer Kennedy...and he really liked to act like he was a cop.

"You know...we could do this again if you'd like"

Perhaps your nosiness wasn't so bad after all.

[2btheanswertothequestion]

hi i've never done this before so idk if i'm doing this right or if you even take suggestions 😭 i just saw this tiktok and instantly thought of your paramedic steve story and felt like you could probably execute some sort of oneshot/series based on it

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRpKYet8/

like i really just wanna see steve being a groupie that's all.

I've never said I don't take suggestions 👀

Anon, I'm so sorry for keeping you waiting. I wanted to finish the main story before doing this. It's been in the back of my mind since you sent it, though.

It's kinda filthy; not sure if that's what you wanted, but considering the connotations the word "groupie" has... I hope you like this.

If Eddie were to make a list of things that make him happy, performing would be near the top. Any kind of performing would do – anything that has him at the center, an audience eating out of his hand – but music is the one he keeps returning to. He could probably do this for real, for a living.

It's just a shame about the fuckery connected to it.

Like, the performance? The thrashing around on stage, the screaming until it hurts, the bone-rattling volume of the music and the crowd? Perfect. Beautiful. Spectacular.

But the business side of it? Makes him want to puke.

He wants to create without capitalism. Entertain without exploitation. Touring sounds fun; stress does not. Interacting with fans could be great if he didn't know how crazy some people got around their idols. They're not even famous now, but sometimes he'll notice repeat visitors in the crowd and wonder if their awestruck expression is innocent or if they're plotting how to kidnap him, skin him alive, and wear him as a bathrobe.

He's not actually worried, okay? He's just wondering. All of the 'fans' he's talked to after shows are nice and normal (well, normal for his standards); he wouldn't mind speaking with most of them again.

Eddie especially wouldn't mind a post-show convo with the front-row hottie to his left. He looks out of place, hair too short to headbang with and dressed in a sleeveless navy button-up rather than a band shirt, but that's how Eddie likes 'em.

When the bass solo hits, he falls to his knees in front of the hottie. Sends him a winning smile that's returned ten times over. Don't tell anyone, but the kneeling was a strategic decision – no way could Eddie meet those gorgeous, hazel eyes directly without swooning. At least not when he's already incensed, dick half-hard from the adrenaline rush.

Some kids who aren't old enough to be in a bar shriek at the proximity to him, but Eddie ignores them. Right now, until the bass solo is over, the only ones who matter are him and Steve.

Steve puts his hands on the stage and pushes, heaving himself off the ground. Not enough to get on the stage, just to bring him another inch into Eddie's space. Eddie closes the distance, leaning in so their foreheads touch. His hair falls forward, curtaining them from the noise and the lights. Their breaths mingle, Eddie's as heavy pants and Steve's as calm puffs. Steve tilts his head, and Eddie prepares for a kiss. He gets no lips, only tongue; Steve licks his mouth, from one corner to the other. Eddie's own tongue darts out, flicking his tip at Steve's. Steve chuckles, throaty and full, and Eddie goes from half-hard to aching.

The solo finishes. Eddie throws himself backward, back hitting the grimy floor, and shreds while thrusting his hips into his Sweetheart.

When he looks back up, the crowd is wild, his band is killing, and Steve is resting his elbows on the stage, staring at Eddie with a grin and a wanton gleam in his eyes.

After the gig, and after packing their shit in the car, they head back inside. One step past the threshold and someone tries trapping him in a conversation. Always dependable, Gareth slips between and takes the hit, allowing Eddie to make a beeline for the bar where Steve is waiting.

He sides up beside Steve, who doesn't acknowledge him. No, he stays cool, casually leaning against the counter, fingers wrapped around a sweating beer bottle, the length of his neck on display as he drinks. His shirt is juuuuuust verging on too small, the fabric taut across his chest and the buttons begging for mercy when he squares his shoulders.

Eddie orders his own beer, downs half in preparation, and says, "So."

Steve glances at him, brow raising as he licks stray droplets from his bottom lip. Eddie's by-now-calmed cock twitches. What a fucking tease.

"Did you like the show?"

"Yeah, man, you were great," Steve says, turning his body toward Eddie, wearing a coquettish smile.

"Not sure I've seen you here before. I think I'd remember you." Eddie runs a finger over the frayed edge of the button-up's armhole. He resists touching Steve's bicep – he can show restraint, too! "You stand out."

"I'm new to the scene. Think I need someone to show me the ropes." Steve slides nearer, enough to murmur and still be heard. "Do you know anyone willing?"

Eddie takes a quick scan of the place, thoughtful hum included. He shrugs. "Me?"

"You'd do that?"

"Sure. I'm at your service," he says with a little bow. "Tell me what you're most curious about and we'll start from there."

"I want to know… how do I get closer to the hot, local musicians?"

There are mere inches between them. On top of the bar's stuffiness, heat radiates off Steve's body. His warmth and the spicy scent of his cologne hit Eddie like a train. His head spins with hazy sensations.

"How close do you want to get?" he asks, breathless.

"As close as you let me. I mean," Steve tucks a lock behind Eddie's ear, leaning in to whisper, "isn't the rockstar lifestyle all about taking the prettiest groupie to the backroom and making them suck you off?"

Eddie swallows half his tongue. When Steve said he was going to proposition him after the show, Eddie expected flirting followed by a 'let's get out of here, your place or mine?'. He didn't see the offer of semi-public sex coming. It's one of those things he's fantasized about but never had the chance to do. Steve must've done it before, though. Probably dozens of times. Fuck, that's so hot.

"Well, I'm not really a rockstar yet-" he says quickly, matching the pace his brain goes at the image of Steve's lips wrapping around him with the buzz of a crowd just a room over.

Steve sighs fondly. "Eddie..."

"-and this place doesn't exactly have a backroom, so-"

"They have a restroom, don't they?" Steve interrupts.

"Oh, uh, yep. They sure do."

Steve smiles, and then he's gone. Eddie finishes his beer and takes a couple of deep breaths before following.

The Behemoth's restroom is actually two small, single-occupancy rooms. Room number one has its door wide open and is empty. Room number two's door is ajar; when Eddie nudges it, Steve yanks him inside and crowds him against the sink.

"Oh, babe, your awkward ramblings and weird behavior really turn me on," he says with zero inflection as he locks the door.

Eddie frowns. "Don't be rude. I won't teach you anything unless I'm shown my due respect."

"I'm sorry, sir," Steve says, using his 'paramedic voice', and smirks at Eddie sucking a sharp breath between his teeth. It's cheating. He knows what that voice does to Eddie. "Let me prove how much I respect you."

He drops to his knees and unbuckles Eddie's belt with smooth, quick hands, eyes focused on the task. Eddie grips the sink behind him for support.

"Have you done this before? In public, I mean."

"Yeah. Have you?"

"Nope. That's a 'no' on that one, chief."

"Nice. I love being people's first," Steve says, tugging Eddie's jeans and boxers down in one go.

Eddie would shoot back with something clever, if his brain hadn't whited out by Steve unceremoniously taking Eddie's whole cock into his mouth, just like that. The only sound he manages is a squeak that morphs into a moan as Steve slowly deepthroats him.

He should be used to the maddening pace by now – Steve always goes slow at the start – yet here he is, fingers cramping and hips trembling as he stops himself from thrusting. It's just so fucking good, the best he's ever had. Part of it is technique, but an equally huge part is enthusiasm – Steve likes this so much. He loves making Eddie fall apart no matter the place or position. Happy to please and smug about being so good at it. It could be infuriating, if Eddie had enough solid brain cells left to feel anything other than bliss.

The tip of Steve's nose touches his pubes now, his cockhead all the way down in Steve's throat. Steve sighs, his breath tickling, and swallows around Eddie. His eyelashes cast long shadows on his cheeks in the dim light. From this angle, his eyes look bigger, deeper, prettier when he looks up at Eddie. His tongue, pressed flat against the underside of the shaft, sweeps playfully as he pulls back. Like a French kiss on his cock, fuck.

Heat prickles across Eddie's face and neck; his breaths stutter and his jaw hangs slack. Steve puts his large hands on Eddie's thighs and starts bobbing his head, cheeks hollowing. Whimpering, Eddie grabs Steve by the back of his head, just to feel the silky hair. Oh, to be allowed to fuck into that perfect mouth… but he's not. No thrusting unless given explicit permission, and never any pushing. Steve hates being 'trapped' and 'having his airways obstructed'. The way he said it hints at a story, but he hasn't told and Eddie won't ask. Steve will let him know when it's time. As of now, Eddie is simply grateful he gets to know Steve doesn’t want to choke when sucking his cock.

Steps clomp outside the restroom – someone is walking down the corridor. Shit, did they lock the door? Yes. Yes, Steve did. And the first room is unoccupied, so there's no reason for anyone to try entering here. Well, no reason for a rational person, but humans can be surprisingly irrational. Maybe they'll decide they want this restroom, closed door be damned.

Steve bobs faster, hand squeezing the base where his mouth doesn't quite reach. He's relaxed, eyes shut and moaning with contentment. The vibrations of his voice would be enough to have Eddie fighting to last, if he wasn't currently tearing in half.

On the one hand, he has an Adonis kneeling in front of him, eagerly giving him head. On the other hand, someone one thin door away might soon be interrupting said head. Or worse: discover it. He and Steve would be the ones in trouble then, wouldn't they? Even though they're only semi-publicly indecent. Eddie's been arrested and charged once, for a bullshit reason by malevolent cops. The hours in jail were bad, but the aftermath was worse since the bail money put a serious dent in their budget. The point is that Eddie doesn't want a repeat. Shit, what's the penalty for public indecency in Indiana?

"D'you know what's the penalty for public indecency?" he asks. Steve's eyes snap open; his head stills. "Is it jail, is it a fine, or is it jail and a fine?"

Steve pulls off, and, oh, air on spit-damp cock is always an interesting feeling. He frowns at Eddie, wiping drool off his chin.

"Why are you asking me this now?"

Eddie gestures between them. Steve rolls his eyes.

"No, yeah, I know, but why are you asking me this now?"

Outside, the door to the first restroom closes. Crisis averted, then. Steve doesn’t seem to have noticed there was a potential crisis. Best not to tell him – why should both worry about nothing?

Eddie shrugs. "I'm curious. Maybe risk assessment is a kink of mine."

Steve blinks at him. He inhales deeply, his face starting to contort before he hides it in his hands. Shit, did Eddie piss him off? Pretty typical of… wait, no. That's not angry-trembling.

It's laughter.

"Steve," Eddie says, smiling at Steve doubling over with mirth. "Stevie. Darling love."

The peals of laughter continue, echoing in the tiny room. It's adorable, but also audible. They'll definitely be found out like this.

"Steve, my dick's getting cold."

Steve brays out the next one. He slaps a hand over his mouth and thumps his head against Eddie's bare thigh. Happy snorts spill past his fingers, his body convulsing.

"Maybe we should continue this later," Eddie says.

"No!" Steve shoots upright, holding out his hands. "Just gimme a minute…"

Giggling, he wipes tears from his eyes. Gradually, his breathing evens out. He nods.

"Okay, I'm good," he says and grabs Eddie's softening cock, lapping up the drying precome with a swirl of his tongue.

Eddie groans, slumping against the sink. "Dude, unfair. How can you go from sounding like a donkey to this in seconds?"

"Don't complain," Steve says, pinching Eddie's leg.

"I'm no- oooooh!"

Eddie shouts. He's back to full mast, because Steve just took one of his testes in mouth and is sucking on it like it's a jawbreaker. Screw the penalty – this is worth a life sentence.

Letting go with a wet pop, Steve returns his attention to Eddie’s cock. Ember eyes pin Eddie in place as Steve sucks on the cockhead, tongue playing with the slit, pushing and pulling at the foreskin, caressing the vein on the underside. His hand cups Eddie's balls, gently rolling them between calloused fingers. Eddie's knees are buckling, the sink his only support, and he throws his head back, mewling and panting. Steve rubs a knuckle against Eddie's taint, and that's it – he comes with a whine, spilling onto Steve's tongue. He swallows, of course. Holy fucking Christ, Eddie loves him.

As he recovers, Steve tucks him in and zips him up. Steve is still hard, but he makes no indication he'll deal with it yet. Eddie has a feeling they'll sneak out and take care of him at Eddie's place.

"Fun, wasn't it?" Steve asks, standing up and wrapping his arms around Eddie's waist.

"Yeah." Eddie rests against his solid frame. "M'sorry."

"For what?"

"I'm sorry you have to put up with me."

Grinning, Eddie tilts his head up, lips puckered. Steve kisses him, smiling into it.

"I don't have to put up with anything."

[hunzzzzz]

Tell me sweet little lies: part 2 (Kendall Roy x OFC)

TW: smut/ forced orgasm / dom Kendall / multiple orgasms / P in V sex

A/N: guys Kendall is so hot in this, I was barking writing this sorry not sorry!! Enjoy!!!

Part 1

Diane had been listening to Kendall for a week, so far she had heard a lousy hookup he had with some woman, but he failed miserably, unable to get it up. She then heard his breakdown that followed pursuit, “Pull yourself together, you are Kendall fucking Roy. Everyone wants you, anyone would be lucky to have you. It was one time, it was just too much whiskey, you’re okay, your dick could survive fucking world war 3 and still have ammo— fucking pull yourself together.”

She heard him meditating every night, organizing his schedule with his assistant on the phone, calling his dealer, nothing significant yet, nothing she could use. While she waited for her smoking gun, she moved her plan into phase 2: get closer to him.

She would have to get him vulnerable enough to talk to her, open up to her, share his endless life blunders with her.

Diane walked into his usual bar, she had ensembled an outfit acquired to his taste, something to accentuate her figure. She made it look effortless, dressed like an office siren, her ample breasts peeking out of her button down which she left the first 3 buttons open, the curve of her ass fit snug in her skirt. She strategically ripped her tights, conforming to the look of: ‘I’ve had a long day at the office, I’m just trying to blow off some steam’.

She pretended like she didn’t see him as she walked in, she found a place at the bar and sat perched on a stool. She sipped on her espresso martini, letting her skirt ride up her thighs. And surely enough like an unwrapped lollipop she drew him in like a nasty fly.

“Is this seat taken?” She glanced up at him and gestured for him to sit down.

“Sorry, do I know you?” She furrowed her brows, feigning confusion.

Kendall was taken aback by her bluntness, but a smirk found its way into his face, “By the way you were screaming my name the other night, I would think you do know me,” he said into the open air, not giving a fuck who heard.

His overconfidence burned bright, the fact that he thought she had the best sex of her life was almost laughable.

“Oh right,” Diane perched her boxy glasses up her nose, ones that she had specifically sleeved today to appear younger and more approachable. “Sorry you were just very forgettable.”

Kendall’s jaw twitched, he had never been so blatantly disrespected before, no one had ever made him feel as worthless as Diane did. He wanted to bend her over his knee and spank her straight.

“Okay, then tonight I’ll give you something you fucking remember every time you close your fucking eyes,” his eyes were darker now.

“You’re very confident in your ability to pick up a girl at the bar,” she laughed, the sound was a sweet melody.

“It’s not hard, I got you before didn’t I?” He leaned back in his chair, shrugging off his blazer, “what are you drinking I’ll get you another.”

“You think buying me a drink is gonna get me in bed with you?” Diane raised a brow, “you’re gonna have to try harder than that.”

“Oh don’t worry, baby. I’m just getting started.” He winked ushering the bartender over.

“I’ll have another espresso martini.”

“I’ll have the same,” he added.

“You’re not gonna like it,” Diane snorted, he was trying too hard, it was almost sad to watch.

“I wanna see what all the hype is about, I’m seeing it all over socials.” He shrugged.

“It’s a young people drink, you should stick to your whiskey.”

“Fuck you, I’m not that old.” He grumbled, unbuttoning the sleeves of his shirt and rolling them up. He hated how hard he had to work for this girl, getting pussy was never hard for him, he just had to flash his credit card and girls would bend over. He had gotten her the first time by dumb luck, but now she was making him chase her.

“You’re old enough to be a dad,” Diane snickered, she loved seeing the vein in his forehead pop with every remark she made.

“Old enough to be your dad?” He raised his brows, he still didn’t know how old she was, or her name for that matter. He hadn’t bothered to find out her name before, he didn’t think they'd cross paths again. But after his failed hookup he thought maybe it might be easier to recycle a body, though it was still a challenge.

“You're getting there big boy,” she clinked her glass with his and they both took a sip. Kendall immediately grimaced, the taste was bitter and unpleasant. “Told you, you wouldn’t like it.” She said matter of factly.

“Right, I’ll leave this for you brain rotted fucking uh gen fucking whatever you call yourselves,” he slid the glass over to her and ordered a whiskey on the rocks.

“We’re calling ourselves Gen Z, actually.” She traced the rim of her glass with a finger, leaning forward giving him a delicious view of her cleavage.

“Don’t fuck with me right now, how old are you actually?” He asked in all seriousness, yes the sight of her tits made him hard, but he still had to weigh out the pros and cons. “Like am I gonna be put on a watchlist now? Do I need to call my fucking lawyer?”

“Jeez calm down,” she reassured him, she couldn’t afford to scare him away, she decided to change her tactics and be less of a bitch, he clearly frightened easily. “I’m 25, I’m legal.”

“25?” He pursed his lips, he didn’t believe her. She looked younger, her attitude certainly made her sound like a spoiled 20 year old in college.

“Do you want me to show you some ID?” She joked, but was surprised when he nodded. So she had to commit and pulled out her learner’s permit and waved it in front of his face, “there, is that all the proof you need? Or do you want my birth certificate too?”

Kendall quickly snapped the ID off her, holding it out of her reach as he studied the photo, she looked a lot younger in it, her hair was shorter, was it bad that it made him even harder the thought of how succulent her younger body would have been.

“Give it back,” she struggled to snatch it off him, her heart was beating faster now, she never planned to reveal her identity to him. Even though it wasn’t a massive bump in the road, she wrote under a pseudonym, but she still didn’t want him knowing her at such a personal level.

He finally handed it back to her, and she tucked it away in her wallet with a huff. “So…. Diane,” he smirked, having learned her name now, “you still can’t drive, huh?” He grinned, he finally had the upper hand now, he now had enough information about her to laugh at her expense.

“If you must know, I can drive. I just don’t have a full license.” She folded her arms over her chest defensively.

“Uh-huh. But you still can’t drive a car without supervision.” He grinned, he was enjoying this now, “you know if you want, I can teach you.”

“Thanks for the offer,” she leaned in closer, “but I think you know first hand that I can ride just fine.” She stroked a hand up his thigh.

Kendall held her hand, stopping it from grabbing at his crotch. He cleared his throat flustered by her suggestive comment, her ability to make him hard without even touching his dick amazed him. She was obnoxious, blunt and even bratty but it turned him on all the more.

Diane pulled away from him and ordered another drink, Kendall didn’t, saying that he was done for the night.

“Scared of limp dick? I hear whisky dick is a real problem with men of ……. your age.” Diane bit her lip, poking the bear, trying to get a reaction from him. And for some reason that was the last straw for Kendall.

He was fucking her into the mattress, his hand at the back of her neck, pushing her face into the pillow, “You not gonna run your mouth anymore?” He taunted, his pace was brutal, she let him play out his sick fantasy, his need to feel dominant over someone. “Are you gonna be a good girl and behave now?”

He smacked her ass, groaning as he watched the fat jiggle, smoothing a hand over it. He flipped her over onto her back, “please,” she whined, playing the role of a fragile little girl, “please Kendall.” She cried and whimpered under him, telling him he was too big, it was too much, he was too good, whatever she needed to say to get him off.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he growled, biting her collar bone, sucking on her flesh. He thrusted back into her, harder, “you won’t be able to run that dirty little mouth of yours when I’m done with you.”

She pulled him down into a kiss, she hated how intimate it was, but she needed him to shut up if she was going to get through this. He bit her bottom lip, claiming it as his own, with a possessive hunger.

“You like that, yeah?” He grunted, throwing her legs over his shoulders, his knees slotted under her thighs, the angle was beyond anything she had experienced before, she cried out feeling him so deep inside her, it felt like his cock had entered a sacred space inside of her, one that had never been touched by anyone before, “you like that don’t you, you dirty little slut.” He held her thighs, his fingers digging into her flesh, “has anyone ever fucked you like this before?”

“No,” she gasped, honestly no one had ever been rough like this with her, the feeling was exhilarating. She had given up control for once in her life, he tossed her around like a rag doll, his hips rutting into her at an unforgivable pace.

“You need to be put back into your place, so fucking take it,” he continued, abusing her pussy. He liked watching her face scrunch up in pure bliss under him, her eyes shut, lips agape. He pulled out of her and took the opportunity to ram his member into her mouth, fucking her throat raw.

Her eyes flew open, caught off guard, she choked and gagged on him, her hands gripping his thighs, as he forced himself, deeper down her throat and released his seed, “swallow.” He pulled out of her once he had ensured she did.

He climbed off her and collapsed next to her, taking a moment to catch his breath, “fuckkk that mouth of yours,” he sighed, pulling her into him, tucking her head in the crook of his neck, “you’re not as innocent as you look.”

He sat up crisscrossed, pulling her into his lap, her legs draped over his thighs, “I think you deserve a reward,” he tried to pry her legs open.

“No, Kendall, it's fine.” She tried to push his hand away.

“What the fuck is your problem?” He fought her, managing to slide his index down her mound and through her folds, “I’m trying to do something nice for you, just fucking let me.”

“I don’t want you to,” she clawed at his wrist, trying to push him away. She had done this tango many times where men would try to touch her, and having to fake an orgasm. She knew her own body at this point, she knew he wouldn’t be able to either.

“Stop being a brat,” he growled, feeling the sharp pain as her nails drew blood.

“Stop,” she scrambled off him, he pinned her on her stomach, using his tie and bound her hands behind her back, “no please Kendall, stop. I’m serious.”

He had her splayed out on his lap, ignoring her pleas as she squirmed around on his plush thighs. He shoved her panties in her mouth, to stop her cries. Parting her legs, his thick fingers lazily stroked her clit.

He smirked, nuzzling his stubble into the side of her cheek, his lips finding their place in her ear, "that feel good?”

Diane mewed making a sound of disagreement, his middle finger trailed down to her gaping hole, pumping her slowly, her cheeks flushed as she fought it.

“Just relax,” he gripped her hip with his other hand, “just give in to it, you know you want to.” He added another finger and then a third, slowly her body eased up, “that’s it, you like that don’t you?”

Kendall loved how easily he could slip inside of her, how she was dripping down into his thigh, cunt aching, core throbbing for him. His ears perked up at the sweet sounds of her wet pussy taking his fingers in, the wet schlick sounds filling the room.

For once Diane had been forced to give up control, she could only focus on the sensation of being stretched out by his thick digits, his thumb pressing down on her pulsating swollen nub. All her senses were heightened, her cheeks flushed, looking down at his fingers making light work of her, his pace increasing, and the way he was so sweetly purring filthy words into her ear. . . she could feel a sensation start to build— a very foreign sensation, one she had never experienced before— not by anyone or even herself. She had tried touching herself multiple times but could never achieve it.

She was moaning and drooling now, his fingers picked up again, slamming deep inside of her, curling just enough. His thumb circled her clit remaining slow in contrast, creating a dizzying combination that had her clenching around him and calling out his name, muffled through the makeshift gag. Desperate for him to continue.

The feeling returned. It almost felt like she needed to pee. Her eyes rolled back as she tried to fight back the feeling, but he was rubbing her and touching her and fucking her too good for her to hold anything back.

“You’re so close, just focus, focus on me, focus on the feeling. It feels good, yeah?” She gasped, her legs quivering, back arched at a painful angle. but it was too late, before he even had the chance to slow down, she squirted. Her juices coating his hands, his fingers, dripping down along his arm and onto the sheets below.

“Oh baby. . ." he whispered shakily, "where were you hiding that from me?" She could hear the smirk in his voice clear as day as he spoke into her ear.

He took her panties out of her mouth, which were soaked with saliva, untied her hands. Her back gave out, still reeling in the aftermath of her first orgasm ever, she collapsed in his arms. He picked her up and took her to the bathroom, she wrapped her legs around his waist, her wetness smearing around the front of him. She didn’t know why she let him, but her brain was a cloud of fog at that point.

He ran the bath, setting the water temperature and lowered her down into it, “you did so good.” He soothed her, scrubbing her chest with a loofa, “how are you doing?”

“I’m fine,” Diane’s voice was raw, dry from the fabric that had been constricting it. She cleared her throat to sound more composed but it still came out brittle, “I’m fine.”

“Uh-huh,” he moved onto her back, his touch tender. He wore a proud smile, he felt like a man again, “your welcome.”

“I never asked you for it, did I?” She snapped, inching away from him.

“You didn’t have to ask, I already know you have a stick shoved so far up your ass,” he rolled his eyes, “so yeah your fucking welcome,” he threw the loofa at her and climbed into the tub sitting behind her, “just relax, your so fucking tense,” he eased her back against his chest, leaning back against the tub.

She loosened up to his touch, “I just don’t like random men touching me.”

His hands slid down her sides, squeezing her thighs, parting them under the water, “random men who make you squirt?” His hand traveled between her legs, rubbing her, she sighed at his forbidden thigh, her eyes fluttering shut, “tell me, was that your first orgasm?”

She felt uneasy sharing that information with anyone, but he seemed to already know somehow, “yes,” she whispered her voice barely audible, his fingers continued working away at her.

“You know you try to act like such a big bad girl, but you’re just an innocent flower, just a little baby,” he chuckled, the sound rich against her neck.

She wanted to shove him away, tell him off but the words got lost in her throat, she gripped his forearms, her second orgasm approaching fast, “give me another, I know you got it in you.” His cock was hardening again, feeling her squirm around against him, he lifted her hips up and planted her down on it, the water making its slide in with ease like the last piece of a jigsaw puzzle, “fuck I fill you up so nicely, this pussy was made for me. I need to feel you when you cum.”

“Kendall, I can’t. Please,” She gasped at the intrusion, her body felt weak, his fingers moving wonderfully and the slow thrust of his hips up into her made her shudder around him, her walls clenching around him, her head falling back onto his shoulder.

How was he doing this to her, how had he given her 2 orgasms in one night. She had boyfriends before, but no one was ever successful at pleasure, at some point Diane convinced herself that she was incapable of ever having an orgasm. She enjoyed sex, she enjoyed the feeling of penetration, but it was never enough for her to get there. Her ex boyfriend had tried to eat her out, but she was too in her head to enjoy the experience, she couldn’t turn her thoughts off. But with Kendall it was different, she could let go. Even though her biggest fear was losing control, she willingly gave control of her body to him.

“Yeah cum all over my cock, good girl.” He groaned, kissing her jaw, speeding his pace up, edging closer to his own climax, he pulled out of her and released. They sat there in the lukewarm water catching their breath.

He helped her out of the bath and gave her a towel to dry off, “you want some clothes?” He offered.

“No, I need to head,” she shook her head, rooting around for her discarded clothing, “I have work in the morning.”

Kendall stepped out of his wardrobe dressed in a fresh pair of briefs and a t-shirt, “uh yeah, yeah sure okay.” He nodded, watching her get dressed.

“Where’s my underwear?” She asked, crawling on the floor to look under the bed, giving Kendall a shameless view of her ass cheeks peeking under her skirt.

“I don’t know it’s probably somewhere around here,” he pretended to look on the bed, knowing well he had stashed them away in his closet, “I can give you a spare pair of briefs?”

“It’s okay, I’ll just go commando,” she pulled her tights over her bare pussy, driving Kendall insane. Yes they just went 2 rounds but he was ready to go for a third. She made it impossible for his dick to stay soft.

He brushed her hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ears, “So Diane, when will I uh, see you again?”

“Soon,” she smirked, leaning in and pressing a chaste kiss on the corner of his mouth, she brushed past him to leave.

“Wait, are you not gonna give me your number?” He grabbed her hand.

“Figure it out,” she winked, and slipped out the front door. This time she was confident that he would scope her out, she had given him her all tonight, more than she had bargained for.

And surely enough the next night she got a text from an unknown number: I found your underwear, when do you want to come and get it?

[ner-runi-cuyir-gar]

Canon and blaster fire zip by Galin's small body as he sprints through the wreckage of his planet, panting heavily from the fight he's endured for what feels like the whole day.

Small body- which is the only time he'll say this. Because every time he looks up and sees that god damn star destroyer through his blurry vision, he's never felt more like an ant. An ant, crushed by the boot of whoever the hell has decided that Mandalore will fall today.

He's bleeding, he's bruised, and he definitely has several broken bones. Especially his screaming shin bone every time he takes a step. But he's still sprinting. He's grown up here, he was born here- and he'll be damned if he just lets someone in the front door.

Galin weaves through a group of droids with effortless grace, his blade signing against their metal bodies as he cuts them down one by one, or sometimes two at a time. But the second he clears that group, more droids come, oftentimes accompanied by human fighters. Why? What could these people possibly have against them?

He doesn't have time to think about this. He only has time to raise his blade and keep fighting, even if his body aches so badly.

"GALIN!" His father calls over, voice hoarse. His fur cloak is matted with blood. He'll need another. Galin will need a new cape. Galin will need... a new everything, after this. Perhaps even a new body. "WE MUST FALL BACK, SON."

"NO!" Galin shakes his head, "No, father. This is our home-"

"We are losing," Jafan's voice breaks. He ducks behind a pile of rubble as another blast from a canon flies their way, decimating a building near Galin. "We must leave, ad'ika."

Galin tears up again and peeks around the rocks he's behind, immediately getting shot in the helmet by one of the human marksmen. His head snaps back a little, his ears ringing with the shot.

"MOTHER FUCKER." He roars, deciding to sit for a moment. He shakily taps his wrist comm on, "KAZ. Where are you?!"

"I'm further back," Kaz pants out, "Covering more children- where are you?"

"I'm- father and I are pinned down," he admits, closing his eyes. "We're pinned. We're going to die here, Kaz. We're all going to d-"

"No. Don't you say that," Kaz snaps. "We can do this. I just need a few more minutes to- to get- there's still more people to get out."

Galin takes several deep, shaky breaths, nodding a little to himself. Just a few more minutes. He can hold on for a few more minutes. For his planet... he can do whatever he needs to do. Whatever his people need him to do.

"I am going to give them a distraction," he murmurs, "You get those people loaded."

Kaz turns to look down the battlefield in Galin's direction. "G... what are you going to do."

"A distraction," he says again, grabbing his comm and pulling up his chat with you. His beautiful wife... and mother to his child. What a blessing you have been to him. He won't get to see you before he does this- and he certainly won't see you after. But he needs you to know he loves you.

As fast as he can, he types out a message to you, half of his words running together in his hurry.

We are underattack I love you so muchplease give the babykiss for me. I love you andI love him. Always. I'msorry.

His face crumples as he sends the message and then sets his comm down, knowing he won't need it in his pocket anymore. He won't have a chance to look at it after this.

"FATHER!" He shouts, getting Jafan's attention as he presses a button to activate all the bombs strategically placed underneath the walkways by his underground crew, "Go. Go to the ships." He gives his dad a nod.

Jafan shakes his head, "Don't you fucking do this- I lost your mother, I won't lose you."

"You cannot come with me, I need you to live. Please."

"I am not going to outlive my son," Jafan starts to cry, "Don't make me outlive my whole family. You can't do this alone, Galin, that's a whole army."

Galin nods a little, "I know. I just need to give Kaz a few more minutes. You need to see to it he gets off the planet. He is the Mand'alor."

"And you're less important?" Jafan argues, "No. We do this together."

Without his son's direction, he gets back to his feet, grimacing at the pain in his side from a blaster wound as he draws his sword.

Galin breathes a curse and quickly follows in his father's footsteps, hobbling over to stand next to him. He draws his own sword and flips it as he shifts into his defensive stance, staring down the shining blade at the closest attacker that's approaching.

But... all of the sudden, they stop marching, and the whole planet nearly goes silent. Deafeningly silent.

Until Kaz's voice comes through Galin's comm. "What's happening?"

"I don't- know," Galin murmurs, glancing around at everyone, a pit forming in his stomach as everyone turns their gaze to the sky. To that star destroyer.

Galin's eyes widen. "They're going to fire it," He breathes, flinching as the machine slowly powers up, the sound now more deafening than the silence was. He watches that bright green energy gather in the center, shaking his head a little.

"Galin," Kaz murmurs lowly, "You sprint to the ship. Right now."

"There is no time," Galin whispers in defeat, falling to his knees. "You cannot outrun a blast like that. Take off. Now."

Kaz lets out a sob and backs toward the ship, watching Jafan crumple to the ground with his son, "Y-You- you could try- get UP."

"GO." Galin screams, cutting off his wrist comm's connection.

He's so focused on that star destroyer he doesn't notice the cocky son of a bitch who decides to kill one last Mandalorian before it's all over. Before he, too, meets his fate. What hate people must have in their hearts, to give their own life in an effort to destroy an entire group of people.

What hate this man must have, to plunge his sword through Galin's side, giving the Mando a sickening smirk as he slowly pulls the blade out, reveling in Galin's pained noises since the blade rakes against his ribs.

His father distantly calls his name, though he can't hear much. Jafan raises his blaster and shoots at the man, but he misses, his targeting system and vision completely off due to the damage to his helmet.

Somewhere within him, Galin finds the strength to spend his last moments of this life fighting, rather than staring down his fate. He uncurls himself from where he was protecting that now wounded side of his, drawing a dagger from his belt.

A quick click of his wrist panel has several of the bombs at the back of the group detonating, sending body parts and droid parts alike flying through the air. A brief distraction, to spook the rest of the group.

And then he sends his blade directly through the man's jaw with an uppercut swing, reigniting the fight with just that one movement. The Mandalorians get back to their feet and launch themselves at that army, putting every last ounce of hope into their movements.

Because nobody is coming. Mandalore... is gone. But they'll never stop fighting- even after a moment of doubt.

Quick as a flash, a Jedi fighter steers over the battle, many feet up.

My Jedi fighter.

I put the ship on autopilot before releasing the hatch and leaping out to land on a ship. I ignite my saber and drive it through the windshield to kill the drivers before using the Force to jump onto another ship to do the same. And then another.

Each ship falls towards the ground, useless.