This Ain't Capital Knot City Anymore....

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Your gun is hung low over your shoulder, ready for anything that may come your way as you step carefully over the rocky terrain. The ground shifts quietly underneath your heavy duty boots, creeping ever closer to the bandit camp you were staking out. They had stolen important terraforming tech and you intended on getting it back, the desert dwellers were counting on it.

You raise your binoculars, making mental notes on enemy position and potential entry points when suddenly a large pair of gold rimmed blue eyes pop up right in front of you. You startle for a second, recognising the twisted laughter that follows all too well. The supposedly dead terrorist, Higgs Monaghan. You let the binoculars drop, your gun raised as quick as a flash but Higgs is faster, teleporting directly behind you, his own golden machine gun now pressed against your neck, pulse racing against the muzzle which digs into your skin.

"Let me go," you snarl, struggling against his tight grasp. Higgs just chuckles, his voice low and rough in your ear.

"Now why would I do a stupid thing like that? I finally got y'all where I want ya, such a pretty feisty little thing. Bless your heart."

"I mean it, I'll-"

Your words are cut off by his tongue dragging along the meat of your cheek, wet and flat. You let out a noise of disgust, even though your cheeks flush a little pink.

"You're disgusting," you all but growl.

"And you're delicious," he chuckles. The muzzle of the gun dissapears from your neck, the smell of chiralium fills the air once more as he teleports to a large boulder a little ways away instantly alerting every guard in the outpost.

"We'll meet again, sweet heart. If you survive."

You shoot at him in frustration and anger, everyone already knew roughly where you were, no point in hiding anymore. His chuckle reverberates around your head as the first shock stick lands a little too close for your liking. You ready your bola gun, this was going to be a long day.

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The tension between the two of you has been building for weeks, tracking Higgs down far and wide across the fractured UCA and beyond. You don't know why you agreed to the stupid bounty in the first place, Higgs was like a slippery eel, impossible to pin down. Still, you tried your damn hardest. Your stubborn streak fueling you to persevere, or perhaps you simply longed to wipe that smug smile off his face once and for all. Or perhaps, a small voice whispered in the back of your mind, something about him intrigued you.

Whatever it was, it had now found you following Higgs to The Beach. You'd never been on one before, at least not the "gateway to the afterlife" kind anyway. It feels real though, a little too real. The sand wet and almost slippery, the sea salt brisk and sharp in your nostrils. You'd almost say it was nice if it weren't for the rotting sea life corpses that littered the shore.

Your eyes keep a sharp look out for the terrorist pest, Higgs, as you creep your way slowly along the Beach. Eyes peeled for a single flash of anything. The only thing you can hear is the gentle lull of the waves, a little unsettling without the usual wildlife or even any kind of sign of human life. It was just...desolate.

Then it happens, the whoosh of a ciral jump, the feeling of someone now directly behind you. Before you can even react, he has his signature golden chiralium blade at your throat. Why was this a occurring experience with this guy??

"Well well well, what have we here...? A little porter turned bounty hunter far from home."

You struggle against him for a moment till he pushes the blade further against your skin. Not enough to break the skin but close. It was cold and oh so very sharp.

"Oh sweet heart," he practically coos in your ear. "You ain't going no where. See, I've noticed you following me all over the damn place like a dog with a bone. It's doggone cute."

You growl in response, but make no effort to move, you have no doubt he'd easily spill your blood on the sand without blinking.

"And I ain't nothing but generous." He suddenly let's go, pushing you forward a few steps. "So how about it sweet heart? Let's you and I finish this once and for all."

He dissapears like always, you quickly circle around trying to spot him again before he reappears a few feet to your left. You lunge, only to land face first in the sand, jumping back to your feet quickly, shaking off the loose granules.

"Guess you're just a little slow there, doll face." He appears a few feet away again, a shit eating grin on his face. The small voice in the back of your mind whispered that he's handsome without the golden mask but you shove that aside.

"I'm gonna kill you if it's the last thing I do!" You snarl.

"I'd like to see you try," he mocks waving the gold knife he'd held at your throat moments before in an almost playful manner.

You stomp your way across the sand towards him, anger fueling your movements and clouding your judgement. He waits till you're close, almost arms length before chiral jumping again, his taunting laughter echoing around the Beach.

"You fucking coward!" You yell, voice reverberating along side his hideous laughter. "Stop jumping all over the place and actually face me!" You pause but he doesn't appear. "Or is that why you don't? Because you know you can't win? You're just some silly little boy playing dress up who doesn't know shit, except how to spread terror from a distance because he's too much of a chicken shit to do the dirty work himself!"

There's a pregnant pause, even the very sir seems to still after your very heated words. Nothing happens for a good few minutes, but still you wait. You know he heard you.

Eventually he does return, eyes narrowed, jaw clenched, a spot of angry red flush high up on the apple of his cheeks.

"You had to push it, didn't you?" He grinds out. "Couldn't just keep things fun, oh no! You had to have your little speech! Coward? I have seen and done things that you wouldn't believe. But if you really need your ass kicked that badly, fine. Let's do this. One round, one life, no continues."

He throws the knife down onto the sand, you think about making a grab for it but he sees the glance of your eyes and kicks it away.

"We're doing it the ol' fashioned way, sweet heart." Higgs walks slowly forward with his fists raised, his bright blue eyes almost like steel in the way they laser focus on you. You brace your frame, digging your feet harder into the muddy sand, your own fists now raised.

He doesn't hesitate to swing a punch at you, your body swerving to avoid it as his knuckles skim your shoulder instead. You hook your foot to try and kick his knee out but it doesn't quite work, he wobbles but stays upright. Your boots shift in the sand, almost making you loose your balance but Higgs doesn't hesitate, taking the chance to lunge himself at you, knocking you both to the ground. You're both grappling with each other, your fingers and nails digging into his shoulders for dear life as he tries to get his hands around your throat. Eventually you manage to wrap your legs around his waist, boots sinking into the sand once more, just enough to give you the leverage you need to flip you both over. You're straddling him now, the apex of your thighs pressed tightly against his.

If either of you notice then you don't react to it, his fingers close around your throat as yours meet his. His hands were larger than yours, wrapping around your throat easily. But you had sheer stubborn pride on your side, mixed with furious anger and a hint of something you'd rather not think about. You both continue to grapple and grunt, your face flushed and sweaty with exertion, Higgs threatening to topple you both over again with his struggling, your thighs still locked around his waist tightly. Then you feel it pressing very unmistakingly against you, thick and HARD. Your strength falters, hands loosening around his throat without fully letting go. Higgs let's out an exhausted chuckle, deliberately rolling his hips up into yours, hands moving to hold your hips tightly so you still couldn't move away.

"A-are you getting off on this?!" You choke out in surprise, an odd warmth spreading through your body that you were still trying to ignore.

"You're not?" He counters with an infuriating smirk.

"You're disgusting!" Somehow the words sound hollow even to your own ears. The terrorist underneath you laughs like it's the best joke he's ever heard.

"Disgusting, really? That the best ya got, sweet heart?"

"No!" You reply far too quickly. "You're vile a-and evil and childish and...infuriating an-" Your words get cut off by Higgs yanking you down by your shirt and into a kiss. You should punch him, scream, fight, anything! Instead you melt into the kiss, like an inevitability you finally give in to. His lips are surpringly soft and sweet, you try not to think about the fact he tastes like pizza.

You stay like that for an embarrassingly long time, his hands creeping unfre your shirt to explore your torso before the sound of an incoming call snaps you out of it.

"Fuck, I-" he silences you again with another kiss, this one much shorter but just as sweet.

"That's my cue to get goin," he murmurs, large hands giving your ass a squeeze for good measure.

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Your gun is hung low over your shoulder, ready for anything that may come your way as you step carefully over the rocky terrain. The ground shifts quietly underneath your heavy duty boots, creeping ever closer to the bandit camp you were staking out. They had stolen important terraforming tech and you intended on getting it back, the desert dwellers were counting on it.

You raise your binoculars, making mental notes on enemy position and potential entry points when suddenly a large pair of gold rimmed blue eyes pop up right in front of you. You startle for a second, recognising the twisted laughter that follows all too well. The supposedly dead terrorist, Higgs Monaghan. You let the binoculars drop, your gun raised as quick as a flash but Higgs is faster, teleporting directly behind you, his own golden machine gun now pressed against your neck, pulse racing against the muzzle which digs into your skin.

"Let me go," you snarl, struggling against his tight grasp. Higgs just chuckles, his voice low and rough in your ear.

"Now why would I do a stupid thing like that? I finally got y'all where I want ya, such a pretty feisty little thing. Bless your heart."

"I mean it, I'll-"

Your words are cut off by his tongue dragging along the meat of your cheek, wet and flat. You let out a noise of disgust, even though your cheeks flush a little pink.

"You're disgusting," you all but growl.

"And you're delicious," he chuckles. The muzzle of the gun dissapears from your neck, the smell of chiralium fills the air once more as he teleports to a large boulder a little ways away instantly alerting every guard in the outpost.

"We'll meet again, sweet heart. If you survive."

You shoot at him in frustration and anger, everyone already knew roughly where you were, no point in hiding anymore. His chuckle reverberates around your head as the first shock stick lands a little too close for your liking. You ready your bola gun, this was going to be a long day.

* * * * * * * * * *

The tension between the two of you has been building for weeks, tracking Higgs down far and wide across the fractured UCA and beyond. You don't know why you agreed to the stupid bounty in the first place, Higgs was like a slippery eel, impossible to pin down. Still, you tried your damn hardest. Your stubborn streak fueling you to persevere, or perhaps you simply longed to wipe that smug smile off his face once and for all. Or perhaps, a small voice whispered in the back of your mind, something about him intrigued you.

Whatever it was, it had now found you following Higgs to The Beach. You'd never been on one before, at least not the "gateway to the afterlife" kind anyway. It feels real though, a little too real. The sand wet and almost slippery, the sea salt brisk and sharp in your nostrils. You'd almost say it was nice if it weren't for the rotting sea life corpses that littered the shore.

Your eyes keep a sharp look out for the terrorist pest, Higgs, as you creep your way slowly along the Beach. Eyes peeled for a single flash of anything. The only thing you can hear is the gentle lull of the waves, a little unsettling without the usual wildlife or even any kind of sign of human life. It was just...desolate.

Then it happens, the whoosh of a ciral jump, the feeling of someone now directly behind you. Before you can even react, he has his signature golden chiralium blade at your throat. Why was this a occurring experience with this guy??

"Well well well, what have we here...? A little porter turned bounty hunter far from home."

You struggle against him for a moment till he pushes the blade further against your skin. Not enough to break the skin but close. It was cold and oh so very sharp.

"Oh sweet heart," he practically coos in your ear. "You ain't going no where. See, I've noticed you following me all over the damn place like a dog with a bone. It's doggone cute."

You growl in response, but make no effort to move, you have no doubt he'd easily spill your blood on the sand without blinking.

"And I ain't nothing but generous." He suddenly let's go, pushing you forward a few steps. "So how about it sweet heart? Let's you and I finish this once and for all."

He dissapears like always, you quickly circle around trying to spot him again before he reappears a few feet to your left. You lunge, only to land face first in the sand, jumping back to your feet quickly, shaking off the loose granules.

"Guess you're just a little slow there, doll face." He appears a few feet away again, a shit eating grin on his face. The small voice in the back of your mind whispered that he's handsome without the golden mask but you shove that aside.

"I'm gonna kill you if it's the last thing I do!" You snarl.

"I'd like to see you try," he mocks waving the gold knife he'd held at your throat moments before in an almost playful manner.

You stomp your way across the sand towards him, anger fueling your movements and clouding your judgement. He waits till you're close, almost arms length before chiral jumping again, his taunting laughter echoing around the Beach.

"You fucking coward!" You yell, voice reverberating along side his hideous laughter. "Stop jumping all over the place and actually face me!" You pause but he doesn't appear. "Or is that why you don't? Because you know you can't win? You're just some silly little boy playing dress up who doesn't know shit, except how to spread terror from a distance because he's too much of a chicken shit to do the dirty work himself!"

There's a pregnant pause, even the very sir seems to still after your very heated words. Nothing happens for a good few minutes, but still you wait. You know he heard you.

Eventually he does return, eyes narrowed, jaw clenched, a spot of angry red flush high up on the apple of his cheeks.

"You had to push it, didn't you?" He grinds out. "Couldn't just keep things fun, oh no! You had to have your little speech! Coward? I have seen and done things that you wouldn't believe. But if you really need your ass kicked that badly, fine. Let's do this. One round, one life, no continues."

He throws the knife down onto the sand, you think about making a grab for it but he sees the glance of your eyes and kicks it away.

"We're doing it the ol' fashioned way, sweet heart." Higgs walks slowly forward with his fists raised, his bright blue eyes almost like steel in the way they laser focus on you. You brace your frame, digging your feet harder into the muddy sand, your own fists now raised.

He doesn't hesitate to swing a punch at you, your body swerving to avoid it as his knuckles skim your shoulder instead. You hook your foot to try and kick his knee out but it doesn't quite work, he wobbles but stays upright. Your boots shift in the sand, almost making you loose your balance but Higgs doesn't hesitate, taking the chance to lunge himself at you, knocking you both to the ground. You're both grappling with each other, your fingers and nails digging into his shoulders for dear life as he tries to get his hands around your throat. Eventually you manage to wrap your legs around his waist, boots sinking into the sand once more, just enough to give you the leverage you need to flip you both over. You're straddling him now, the apex of your thighs pressed tightly against his.

If either of you notice then you don't react to it, his fingers close around your throat as yours meet his. His hands were larger than yours, wrapping around your throat easily. But you had sheer stubborn pride on your side, mixed with furious anger and a hint of something you'd rather not think about. You both continue to grapple and grunt, your face flushed and sweaty with exertion, Higgs threatening to topple you both over again with his struggling, your thighs still locked around his waist tightly. Then you feel it pressing very unmistakingly against you, thick and HARD. Your strength falters, hands loosening around his throat without fully letting go. Higgs let's out an exhausted chuckle, deliberately rolling his hips up into yours, hands moving to hold your hips tightly so you still couldn't move away.

"A-are you getting off on this?!" You choke out in surprise, an odd warmth spreading through your body that you were still trying to ignore.

"You're not?" He counters with an infuriating smirk.

"You're disgusting!" Somehow the words sound hollow even to your own ears. The terrorist underneath you laughs like it's the best joke he's ever heard.

"Disgusting, really? That the best ya got, sweet heart?"

"No!" You reply far too quickly. "You're vile a-and evil and childish and...infuriating an-" Your words get cut off by Higgs yanking you down by your shirt and into a kiss. You should punch him, scream, fight, anything! Instead you melt into the kiss, like an inevitability you finally give in to. His lips are surpringly soft and sweet, you try not to think about the fact he tastes like pizza.

You stay like that for an embarrassingly long time, his hands creeping unfre your shirt to explore your torso before the sound of an incoming call snaps you out of it.

"Fuck, I-" he silences you again with another kiss, this one much shorter but just as sweet.

"That's my cue to get goin," he murmurs, large hands giving your ass a squeeze for good measure.

Higgs was in a state. Sam had thwarted his plans, dumping the bomb intended for South Knot into a tar lake.

He was frustrated, angry, but above all else he was tired. He didn’t want to think, didn’t want to start from scratch right now. Instead, he jumped to his historian’s bunker.

You were sitting on your couch reading a book when a man in a bridges delivery uniform appeared in your living room.

At first you screamed, not knowing who the stranger was or how he’d gotten in. Your fear was squashed when he tipped the cap up to reveal the face of your favorite visitor, Higgs.

“Dear lord you scared me baby, don’t do that shit without warning me.” You huffed out. “Why’re you dressed like this?”

“Tried to pull a fast one on ol’ Sammy. Didn’t work. Feelin’ like shit doll.” He said, plopping next to you on the couch.

You weren’t going to ask what terrible thing Sam had prevented Higgs from doing, not now. That was for later when you had a notebook ready and he wasn’t so mopey.

You leaned back on the couch and held your arms open and he came over and laid down on your chest. You removed the bridge’s hat from his head so you could slip your fingers through his brown locks.

“I’ve got you baby, I’m here. I’ll do whatever you need to feel better.”

He buried his head in your neck and hummed contentedly. He was adorable like this, nuzzling up to you. The bridges uniform was also far less menacing than his traditional get up, it was giving you all sorts of ideas.

“You look handsome in your outfit Higgs, what if we played with that a little, huh? Maybe I can take your mind off everything?”

“Whaddaya mean darlin’? I’d do just about anything to get distracted.”

You bit your lip, holding back a fit of giggles knowing this idea would piss him off.

“Let’s do a little role play Higgs, you play a porter in your cute little outfit and knock on my door with a delivery for me. We can run with it from there.”

He pulled his head from its spot buried in your neck so he was looking at you square in the eye.

“Sweetheart that sounds like something from an old porno, are we really that cheesy?”

“If you have to embody a character then it’ll distract you! Come on it’ll be fun! I love getting railed by the Particle of God, but maybe I want to take a ride on a sweet little delivery man that shares his face.” You punctuated your last sentence with a big kiss to the top of his head.

“Alright darlin’, I’ll let you have a turn with the delivery boy, don’t go fallin’ head over heels for him though.” He replied with a wink.

Shortly after Higgs vanished in a chiralium cloud. You told him to give you a few minutes to freshen up before coming to your door. You wanted to turn it into a whole thing so you put on the sexiest underwear the apocalypse could provide with a thin black robe over top. You applied some makeup and decided you were good to go. All there was left was to wait.

After a moment you heard the notification ding that someone was at your door. You appeared as a hologram and saw your delivery boy.

“Hi there ma’am, I’m s’posed to be delivering you a package, but I’m afraid the distribution center screwed up and I don’t got it. I wanted to p-personally come and apologize for the inconvenience and see if there was anything else I could do to make it up to you.”

You had to hold back laughter at that last part, it really did feel like the set up to a corny porno from before the stranding. But beyond that he was taking this role very seriously, his shy nervous energy mixed with his Southern gentleman charm was doing something to you.

“Well aren’t you a sweetheart? It’s not your fault they screwed up. But if you wanted to make it up to me, you could join me for a cup of tea. I’m awful lonely in here.”

“Happy to oblige ma’am, you’re the sweet one for inviting me in from the cold.”

You unlocked the bunker and turned off the hologram, waiting for him to come inside. Moments later he walked through, fidgety and nervous.

“Welcome in sweetheart, it’s not much but it’s home.” You cooed. “What’s your name Mr. Delivery Man?”

“The names Peter, ma’am.”

You smirked at this. He was using his real name. You’d never called him that, only known it because of the stories he relayed to you.

“Well Peter, aren’t you a handsome little thing? I guess little ain’t the right word, you’re a tall fellow aren’t you? But you’re cute as button. What’re they doing sending cuties like you out to do such a hard job?”

“I don’t know about a-alla that ma’am. Just trying to make an h-honest living.” He said, blushing.

It wasn’t all an act, he clearly liked the praise and the rare occurrence of you having the upper hand. Higgs was always strong and dominant in intimate settings, but Peter could be submissive.

“You shouldn’t have to lift a finger lookin’ the way you do pretty boy.” You said, sauntering over to him. “Say, I think maybe I thought about how you could make up for that lost package?”

“W-what’s that ma’am?” Peter asked, blushing.

“I’d like your package, if you catch my drift handsome?” You said with a wink, your fingers ghosting over his crotch. “Oh, and you’re already hard, do I got you all worked up just calling you pretty?”

“Ma’am I don’t think that’s appropriate…” he replied through gritted teeth.

“Well your cock is telling me otherwise sweetheart, it’s bulging out of your little uniform. I think you want to fuck me Peter. Would you like to fuck me?”

He whimpered in response before nodding almost aggressively. “Y-y-yes ma’am I’d like that. I ain’t too good at alla that, you may need to guide me through it a little.”

“Oh sweetheart you’re in good hands here, I’m gonna make you feel real good.”

You took him by the hand and led him to your bed, sitting him down on the edge. You slid the robe off leaving you in nothing but your underwear and he blushed and averted his gaze. He was playing the part magnificently.

You plopped yourself down on his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a kiss. He was clumsy and nervous as you kissed him, so unlike how Higgs usually was.

“Can I t-take your bra off ma’am?” He asked shyly after breaking the kiss.

“Only if you cut this ma’am shit. Call me darlin’ or sweetheart or doll, I’m half naked on your lap pretty boy.”

“Whatever you say ma-darlin’.” He replied, sliding your bra off your shoulders.

He leaned down and took one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking tenderly and then alternating between sucking and kissing. It was so different from the rough biting you were used to, a pleasant deviation for the time being. You whimpered against his touch and felt him smirk against your skin, Higgs poking through for a moment.

“Don’t wanna wait pretty boy, need to fuck you.” You moaned out as he worked on your breasts. You slid off of him to remove your panties and he went bright red in the face.

You took his hand and slid it between your legs. “Look what you’re doing to me Peter.” You whispered, biting your lip. He began to breathe heavier and moved to start taking off his own clothes.

“Ah ah ah! The uniform is part of the charm pretty boy. Just undo the top part and keep the rest on.”

He did as he was told, undoing the top half of the uniform until his chest and cock were bare before you. He was painfully hard, pre cum leaking from the tip. You took the chance to tease him and kicked it off him which earned you a high pitched whimper.

“I’m gonna ride you now cutie, you ok with that?”

“P-please…need you so bad.”

With that you returned to his lap and lowered yourself onto him. You both moaned as he bottomed out, his head buried into the crook of your neck. You began riding him as he gripped onto you for dear life.

“You ever been fucked like this Peter? You like being manhandled by me? Like letting me use you for what I need?”!

“Feels s’good sweetheart, don’t stop, please!”

His cap fell off as you continued to ride him, his head remaining buried into you while his hands gripped your ass like his life depended on it.

“Not gonna last, g-gonna cum.” He whined out.

“Cum for me Peter, show me how good I make you feel. Come on baby, give it to me.”

With that he came deep inside you, tears welling in his eyes. He held you close, refusing to take his cock out of you and you both savored the intimacy of the moment.

“I’m awful inconsiderate sweetheart, you made me cum and I’ve left you hanging.” He stammered out bashfully.

You kissed his forehead and replied, “that’s ok pretty boy, my boyfriend is due back any moment now and I’m sure he’ll take care of me.” With that he kissed you, biting on your lip as you went to pull away. Your Higgs was back.

“Well doll, didya like him better ‘n me?”

You rolled your eyes. “You know I’m way too much of a masochist to give you up Higgs.”