#( david has such a stupid smirk on his face )

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Eddie Munson X Henderson! Reader

Part one

Part two

Things between you and Eddie reach boiling point.

My requests are open. Read my pinned post for what I do and don't write 💌💞

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After a long day at school all you wanted to do was curl up in bed and zone out for a while, do something relaxing and fun.

That thought excited you until you saw a familiar van parked outside your house. A feeling of dread creeps over you and your suspicions are confirmed when you head inside and there he is Eddie Munson is sitting on your couch and charming your mother.

Dustin is hanging on every word he says, Eddie looks up and smirks when you clear your throat.

"What's going on... Why are you here Munson?" His shit eating grin does nothing to quell your irritation.

"Hey princess, thought I'd stop by to see baby Henderson after school. He invited me to dinner and I just had to accept" oh of course he did. Your eyes narrow at him, you're sure he's plotting a way to get you back after your encounter with him at the party last week.

"Isn't he wonderful honey" your mother beams and you bite your tongue. It wouldn't do any good getting yourself grounded over Munson.

"Oh he's amazing" you flutter your eyes sarcastically at Eddie who's full lips break into a huge smile.

"I knew you loved me secretly sweetheart" he pretends to swoon and it almost makes you laugh. Idiot. You could see how Dustin liked him, well just like a tiny bit.

"You lot have fun while I go out okay? And be good Dustybun" your mother coos to Dustin and you grin delighted at his flushed face and wait til she leaves before bursting into laughter.

"Aww Dustybun we will have lots of fun won't we?" You throw your arm around him and gently pinch his cheek, teasing him. Eddie snickers in the background.

"Why was I not informed of your nickname Henderson?" He asks all serious but the glint of mischief in his eyes says different.

"His girlfriend calls him that" you add and Dustin mutters under his breath about how annoying you are.

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Eddie has rented Labyrinth for him and Dustin to watch and the two of them are enraptured by it. The movie is pretty good and you know, David Bowie in eyeliner, that's always a good thing.

The doorbell rings and you assume it's the pizza you ordered. Your stomach falls when you see it's Jacob. Great.

He's all puppy dog eyes and sweetness. You're wary because that can change in the blink of an eye.

"What do you want?" He scowls and the sweetness is gone and replaced with his usual sneer.

"Charming, here I am hoping we might be able to get back together and you act like a bitch as per usual" you shake your head and question what you ever saw in him.

"Yeah that's not going to happen, goodbye" you attempt to close the door but he blocks it, you're hearts racing with nerves but you refuse to show it.

"Remove your foot asshole, go home" he ignores you but then his eyes widen and he gapes.

"Munson?" Eddie is beside you, glaring at Jacob and he towers over him. There's a menacing look on his face and he looks between you and Jacob his eyes flashing.

"You heard the lady, leave now" Eddie snaps and Jason holds his hands up though he still has that stupid smirk on his face.

"didn't realise you and Munson... He waggles his eyebrow and you slam the door in his face. Asshole.

"You seriously dated that guy?" Eddie asks disgusted and you wince at his look.

"He's an asshole and yeah I did and it was a temporary lack of judgement" you tug him by his jacket and lead him into the room to talk in private.

"Look thanks for that. Jacob is a dick but I can handle myself. I don't need rescuing" you assure him and he raises his eyebrows and folds his arms across his chest.

"I don't doubt that sweetheart but somebody needed to tell the asshole to fuck off. Good thing I'm here'' he shrugs and you sigh.

"You're everywhere I look Munson, you never leave me alone. Now you've infiltrated my home! I can't escape you and your stupid dimples and pretty eyes" you say the last part and your eyes widen, Eddie turns serious and his big brown eyes burn with an intensity that you've never seen.

"Pretty eyes hmm?" he moves closer to you and you find that you really don't mind. Your heart is beating like crazy and warmness spreads in your lower stomach, it's intoxicating.

Jacob never made you feel like this. Ever.

"Don't act so surprised. You must know how hot you are, even if you're an ass" you're pressed against your door and the ache in your stomach is out of control now.

"Hmm well you might be upright and bitchy but you're so fucking beautiful" his hand caresses your cheek and the air is thick with tension and before you know it the two of you are kissing.

You both kiss for what feels like hours but it's only a minute or so and it's perfect, you never want it to end. Eddie pulls you closer and you nibble on his bottom lip, Eddie stifles a moan and white hot pleasure pulses through you.

Fuck, you want to hear him moan again. Eddie pulls away for a second and you whimper missing the contact of his lips on yours. Then they press to your lips again and it's amazing.

"Pizza's here" Dustin yells and you and Eddie jerk apart both breathing heavily and Eddie is gazing at you in wide eyed wonder.

"Fuck" he whispers and you nod feeling stunned yourself. Dustin stomps through and looks between you and Eddie.

"What happened to you two? You went so quiet I thought you might have killed each other" he looks between you and Eddie suspiciously.

Dustin scoffs, "We were just talking butthead, come on let's get pizza" he looks back at you for a moment and you know that you want that kiss to happen again.

You're screwed.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x henderson!reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #enemies to lovers #eddie munson

[pierfangs]

@nofngs : " Ooh, so you're the guy my brother keeps talking about. " random inbox starters ; always accepting.

    𝖜𝖊𝖑𝖑  𝖎𝖘𝖓'𝖙  𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙  𝖏𝖚𝖘𝖙  𝖆  𝖘𝖚𝖗𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖊?   that,  one,  michael's  little  brother  would  even  seek  him  out.   and,  two,  that  michael  had  apparently  told  sam  about  him.   it  was  a  strange  feeling  because  he  never  really  thought  about  the  idea  of  anyone  telling  someone  else  about  him,  the  only  people  he  knew  might  discuss  him  was  his  brothers  with  star.   but  the  idea  of  michael  talking  about  him  to  his  brother  was  almost  alien.   david  couldn't  help  but  laugh  softly,  smoke  exhaling  from  his  lips  as  he  did,  cigarette  between  gloved  fingers,   "   oh  really?   is  that  so?    "   he  smirked,  exchanging  a  glance  with  dwayne  that  was  only  amusement  because  how  else  were  they  supposed  to  react  to  this  situation?   bringing  the  cigarette  back  to  his  lips,  inhaling  as  he  looked  over  the  younger  emerson  brother,   "   and  what  exactly  has  michael  told  you,  sam?   it  is  sam,  right,    "   michael  hadn't  shared  much  and  he  couldn't  help  but  wonder  what  the  older  emerson  would  think  about  little  sam  talking  to  him  right  now.   something  told  him  that  he  would  not  be  happy  about  this.   which  just  amused  david  even  more.

#nofngs #i. answered : 𝖎𝖓 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗. #iv. in character : 𝖎𝖒𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖆𝖑 𝖋𝖊𝖆𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖛𝖔𝖎𝖈𝖊 𝖘𝖔 𝖈𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖗. #( i am just as amsued by this ) #( david has such a stupid smirk on his face ) #( sam the library is open ) #( read him for filth )

[hazbinwhoree]

reader that is related to one of adams band members. but has no interest in adam due to his reputation (at first) since she only bothers with long-term and committed stuff. tends to hide behind her sibling and snitch if adam ever tries to make a move. at some point its more to fuck with adam than actually avoid him, I assume it eventually works out, after more effort than expected from adam

My Bandmate’s Sister

A/N: The song is Like Real People Do by Hozier, my lord and savior.

Adam and his drummer, David, had beef. Was it because Adam constantly pursued David’s sister? Well that was David’s beef. Adam’s beef wasn’t exactly clear, but he had started pursuing David’s sister for the sole purpose of pissing David off.

(Name), David’s sister, came to all of their shows and had a free pass backstage due to being family. She had absolutely no interest in Adam. Every time Adam flirted with her, she would tell her brother and hide behind him, smirking as he and Adam got into a fight.

But Adam was nothing if not persistent.

His reputation was working against him, his fuckboy persona not benefitting him for the first time in his life. (Name) was a conservative girl, only interested in the long term and unconcerned with hookups and all things shallow. And in her mind, Adam was a shallow as they came.

“There are 206 bones in my body. Want to help me grow another one?”

Unimpressed, (Name) turned to face him. “I’m shocked you know how many bones you have in your body. I figured you were too stupid to know a fact like that.”

Adam placed a hand over his heart in mock hurt. “Babe, you wound me.”

“Leave me alone or I’ll tell David you’re trying to fuck me again.”

Adam pushed a little more, and true to her word, (Name) spun on her heel and marched over to the drummer, tapping his shoulder. She whispered in his ear and David looked over at Adam, pissed.

He stood up and just like that, he and Adam were in another fight.

See, maybe Adam would have given up by now. It was funny the first few times, but the constant fights with David were getting old. The problem was, Adam had legitimately started catching feelings for (Name). He supposed he’d just have to try harder.

Maybe heavy flirting wasn’t the way to go.

Instead of heavy flirting, Adam started asking her questions about herself instead. (Name) seemed skeptical and sometimes she’d tell on him to David just to fuck with Adam, but it was working much better than the heavy flirting was.

(Name) actually enjoyed having normal conversation with Adam. Once you got past his flirting and ego, he was actually a good conversationalist. (Name) came to learn more about him too. He only takes his mask off to sleep. He can’t cook. Doesn’t have any STDs (surprise), how that conversation even came to be, (Name) didn’t know.

It was kind of nice, but Adam could tell her guard was still up. He started ignoring his groupies in lieu of talking to (Name) after every show, much to David’s chagrin. If David had it his way, Adam wouldn’t interact with (Name) period, but she was more than capable of making her own decisions and if she wanted to talk to Adam, he couldn’t stop her.

(Name) felt slightly special that Adam blew off easy lays just to pursue her. Still, she was sure it was an act to get into her pants, so she was cautious.

Adam started dedicating sets to her at shows, and David hated it. (Name) found it kind of sweet that he was pubic about liking her. He was getting in his own way when it came to getting laid and he didn’t even care.

One night, after a show, (Name) was talking to her brother when Adam approached her. “Hey babe, can I steal you?” David scowled. “No–” (Name) silenced him with a hand on his shoulder. “Sure,” she agreed.

Adam grinned and led her away while David glared after them. He led her outside the venue before abruptly picking her up bridal-style and taking flight. (Name) shrieked. “I can fly by myself, asshole!” Adam just laughed at her.

They weren’t in the air for too long before Adam reached their destination. It was an open field, a beautiful clearing, where the stars and moon shone brightly. Adam carefully set her down on her feet before pulling his guitar off his back.

“I learned a new song, I want to play it for you.”

“Did we have to come all the way out here?”

“I needed to set the mood,” Adam rolled his eyes. “Just listen.”

He began to strum his guitar.

“I had a thought, dear, however scary

About that night, the bugs and the dirt

Why were you digging? What did you bury

Before those hands pulled me from the earth

I will not ask you where you came from

I will not ask and neither should you

Honey, just put your sweet lips on my lips

We should just kiss like real people do.”

(Name) was silent. Adam had such a nice voice. She’d never been serenaded by a guy before.

“I knew that look, dear, eyes always seeking

Was there in someone that dug long ago

So I will not ask you why you were creeping

In some sad way, I already know

So I will not ask you where you came from

I would not ask and neither would you

Honey, just put your sweet lips on my lips

We should just kiss like real people do.”

(Name) couldn’t believe a metalhead like Adam had learned a love song just for her.

“I could not ask you where you came from

I could not ask and neither could you

Honey, just put your sweet lips on my lips

We could just kiss like real people do.”

(Name) was quiet when Adam finished the song, and her heart fluttered when she noticed how nervous he looked. “Did I get the message across?” he asked.

“That you want to fuck me? You’ve made that very clear.”

“No,” Adam said exasperated. “That I like you.”

“Oh.” (Name) was quiet. He seemed so genuine she found herself believing him. It scared her.

“Oh?” Adam repeated. “Is that all you have to say?” (Name) shook her head. “I’m just… processing.” “I thought I’ve been making it pretty clear,” Adam said.

“Well sure, but you’re a fuckboy,” (Name) retorted.

Fair enough.

“Which is why I did all this. I wanted to ask you something and make it special.”

“Ask me what?”

Adam put his guitar back on his back, reaching his hands out for (Name) to take. Cautiously, she did.

“To be my girl.” “What?” “I’m asking you to be my girlfriend,” Adam said, tone devoid of all humor. “Are you serious?” Adam nodded. “Dead serious.”

Now (Name) looked unsure. “What is it?” Adam asked. “Anything you’re worried about, any questions you have, I’ll answer. Put your mind at ease.”

“I’m just having trouble believing the great Adam wants a serious relationship.”

“You’re forgetting I’ve been married twice. And I really loved Lilith and Eve. They left me, not the other way around. Fuck, Eve cheated on me. So I know that pain and I’d never be unfaithful. I know I’m kind of a man whore but who cares what I do when I’m single? I’m a man who can commit. To the right woman.”

(Name) had to admit he plead his case well. She couldn’t deny her own feelings for him any longer, not with that reassurance.

“...Okay.” “Okay?” “I’ll be your girlfriend.” “Really?” Adam almost looked like he didn’t believe her.

(Name) smiled. “The song kinda sold it. Did you really learn it just for me?” Adam blushed. “Yeah, I know you like Hozier and I figured that was the most applicable song so…”

(Name) took her hands in his. “That was sweet.”

They stared at one another, faces illuminated by moonlight, before Adam bent down and carefully connected their lips. He’d waited for this for so long.

The stars twinkle above they as they kiss like real people do.

#hazbin adam #adam x reader #hozier #hazbin alastor #hazbin angel dust #hazbin charlie #hazbin husk #hazbin vaggie #hazbin vox #hazbin hotel #hazbin lute #x reader #oneshot #oneshots #fluff #song fic #like real people do

[womanmanipulator]

goodbye, yellow brick road.

spencer reid x gn!bau!reader.

synopsis: naturally, as a hard-headed and stubborn young adult, you’d chase after the potential unsub when he’s let go due to legality. having your heart set on getting a confession out of him. what could go wrong?

(content warning: graphic, somewhat detailed? major character death, stab wound(s)?, abuse, blood, very angsty. i did some research to write this.)

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it’s pouring, hands grip the steering wheel tightly. speeding through the rain.

you were stubborn.

hard-headed.

cocky.

it was only natural, being new to the job. only five months in. you weren’t used to work sticking with you and chasing you around, even when you got home. the release of david sallow from the interrogation room earlier today didn’t sit well with you. you knew that sick bastard killed all those young men and women. and you were going to get a confession out of him.

sure, it was unprofessional. but the others wouldn’t even mind when you caught him and got a confession out of that asshole. that’s what you told yourself as you pulled into the gas station his SUV was parked at. you climb out of your car, striding towards where he stood. david was walking out of building when his eyes caught you. he furrows his brows, confused.

“you’re that person from the FBI.” he states. standing a little awkwardly with a smug look playing on his stupid face. you narrow your eyes. “i am.” you say confidently. “and i know you killed those people, david.” you add. getting straight to the point. “i didn’t, and you let me go today. leave me alone.” he says sternly, smirk now vanished. “i will. catch you. it all depends on when.” you glare. if looks could kill..

“admit it.” you press. he starts to get agitated. talking a bold step towards him, you get personal. an intimidation tactic. he isn’t fazed however, you are set on getting a confession though. “i don’t owe you shit, lady.” he hisses. “listen. if you don’t back off, somethin’ bads gonna happen.” he threatens.

“you killed all those men and women because they remind you of your mother and father, mr. wallows.” you say, a quietness fills the air. david’s fists ball up and a grumble comes out of his throat.

“your parents would abuse you. they’d hit you whenever they got the chance. they went so far as to make up things to be mad at you about so they could hit you, eventually they stopped giving reason and just took their frustration out on you. you want to get them back, except you can’t. you killed them, but that didn’t quench your thirst david, oh no it didn’t—“ you start to list off. you are cut off by a yell coming from the man infront of you. he charges at you with a knife.

everything happens so quick. how did you miss him grabbing his knife? you were know for being so attentive and quick thinking —

. . .

pain blossoms in the back of your cranium as you are knocked to the concrete. brain rattled, you’re confused. you try to reach for your gun but you’re stopped by the plunge of the knife in your abdomen. you can’t feel the pain, yet. the adrenaline overpowers it. coursing through your veins as your insides become outsides. a weak attempt to fight back is made, but you can’t do much with a two-hundred pound man above you, stabbing you.

i should have stayed on the farm.

i should have listened to my old man.

a warm liquid trickles out of you as your breath is knocked out of you lungs, another punch of the knife in your weakening body. you try to gasp for air but it’s as if your lungs are useless. you don’t even hear the store owner running out of the building and screaming at david.

he flees from the scene.

you know you can’t hold me forever,

i didn’t sign up with you.

when you gain a grasp on what’s going on, the store owner has sat you up against the brick wall of the building. propping you up. he has pressure on your wound as his phone wails out inaudible sound. they might as well be speaking another language. the pain of a thousand needles pricking you takes over your belly and side. trying to move and get away from the pain, you make an attempt to get up. you are held down though by a familiar face. it takes time to register it.

i’m not a present for your friends to open

blinking a few times to clear your vision, eyes heavy. you are met with spencer. “hey, hey, stay still. please.” he begs desperately. you’ve never heard him sound like this. it worries you. you don’t know when spencer replaced the nice man beside you, but you don’t think too long on it. as you can feel your heart beat in your side and everytime you try to take a deep breath it’s like a punch in the lungs. a sharp, aching pain. you aren’t getting any air. in reality you are, but. your brain can’t register it. more of the thick, scarlet liquid trickles and sprays out of your wound as you try to heave for air. you cant remember the name.

this boys to young to be singin’

the blues.

everything’s so distant and blurry. your body fights for life as pain washes over you in a new form. you want to scream, cry out but you can’t. spencer’s trying to coax you as he holds a crushing pressure on your wound but it’s like talking through a glass window. “you gotta stay awake for me, okay?” he says. tears pouring down his face.

that’s weird, you’d never seen him cry.

“wake up rookie, keep your eyes open.” he tries. speaking firmly. he wants to sound strong but fails. your ears start to ring and you feel as if you’re underwater. slowly, a black ring starts to creep into your vision. you want to close your eyes.

you’re really tired all the sudden, the pains disappeared. as if it was never there. it’s really peaceful. spencer slaps you in the face, knocking you out of your trance as you can hear sirens blaring loudly in the distance. “just a little longer, stay awake for me please, trouble.” he tries, his hands put more pressure on you. you barely register it though. eyes slipping closed again.

slap.

eyes slowly open, vision obstructed. you can barely make out anything as the black rings taken up 90% of your sight. everything sounds far away and echoey. the words he says come in one ear and out the other, rattling and bouncing around in your brain a first.

it’s really tempting to fall asleep.

so goodbye, yellow brick road.

where the dogs of society howl.

spencer knows as soon as you close your eyes you’re gone.

“we got a DOA.”

you can’t plant me in your penthouse,

i’m goin’ back to my plough.

. . .

oh i’ve finally decided my future lies,

beyond the yellow brick road.

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wowowowoowowow

thsi was written in an hour. might be a little choppy, my first time trying to write smth longer than 400 words 😒.

lmk if ya want more 🎀

mwah mwah mwah

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #spencer reid angst #criminal minds #criminal minds fic #criminal minds angst #reader death #Spotify

[cowgurrrl]

Eat Your Young

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader (platonic!Ellie Williams x reader)

Author’s note: I’m sorry (gif by @pedrohub)

Summary: “Thoe I walk through the valley in the shadow of death I fear no evil for I am the meanest motherfucker in the valley.” [4.1k!!!]

Warnings: episode 8 spoilers!! David (this is a warning in itself), Ellie in peril, canonical violence, bargaining, reader being a badass because I said so, a slight allusion to sa, PTSD symptoms, physical trauma, angst with a happy (slightly ambiguous) ending

Your body aches when you come to. Your face pulses with bruises, and you can feel broken ribs pushing against your lungs. Memories spark under your throbbing skull— waking up to the sound of the garage opening, Ellie yelling for help, the men, the horse going down. She should've woken you up earlier. She never should've tried to face them by herself. Your eyes blink open, and a hideous red carpet stares back at you. Rope ties your hands and ankles to the chair you're sitting on, and you look around for Ellie. 

An empty room has never been as scary as it is right now. Your heartbeat quickens against sore ribs, and your breathing rattles loudly. Did they take you both? If so, where is she, and why isn't she with you? Did they find Joel? You think about how weak he was when you left, how he could barely hold his own knife, and how delirious he was. Your teeth grind together as you try to shrink back tears at the thought of him dying alone in that stupid basement. Your thoughts are interrupted by a door opening, and you look up enough to see the familiar man walking through the door. 

David pauses by the swinging door once he sees you're awake. His eyes rake over your injuries with an alarming lack of care, and you shift in the chair. Your shoulders scream in pain, and you wince, but Ellie stays at the forefront of your mind. 

"Where is she?" You ask. David grabs a chair from one of the tables and sets it in front of you. He's close enough that you can smell sweat and grime on him. You straighten up, making yourself as big as possible, as he sits across from you and stares at you intently. 

"I was starting to worry about you," he says, and you let out a shaky breath. "How are you feeling?"

"Where the fuck is she?"

"She's alive. That's all you need to know right now."

"Let me see her."

"I'm afraid you're not in the position to be demanding things," he says as he rubs his hands together. You glance at the door he came through and make a mental note. She has to be through there. She would be able to hear you if you called for her. Does she know how close you are? "Are you her mother?" 

"Fuck you."

"You're feisty just like she is. If you're not her mother, you must be the closest thing to it," he says. You try not to let his words settle over your bones. No mother would fail her child the way you've failed her, the way you're actively failing her. "She wouldn't tell me anything about the man, but she asked if you were okay. She cares a lot about you two."

"Is he here?" You hate how small you sound when you ask about him. David smirks, and your skin crawls.

"Not yet, no. We're looking for him now," he says. "My people are dead set on vengeance. It's a good thing I went out with them this morning. Otherwise, you'd both be dead."

"Lucky us." 

"I know you didn't kill Alec, and I'm sorry you've traveled with such an angry man for so long. Once we find him, we'll bring him to justice, and you'll be free," he says like he's offering you a one-way ticket to Heaven. "We have room within our group. You and your daughter could live here safely. Start a new life." 

"So, you want someone to pay for the loss of life? Is that it? You kidnapped me and a fucking kid to settle a score?" 

"In a sense." He sighs. You bite the inside of your cheek as you think about Ellie. She has to be fucking terrified right now— alone, hungry, and maybe hurt. She's strong, though. She could find Joel and move him to a safer location. You've seen her hold her own before, and you trust her as much as you trust Joel. She doesn't need you, but she needs Joel.

"If you let her go, I'll settle your score. Whatever you need to end this shit. I'll call him off, and they'll leave and never come back." You decide. David sits back in his chair as he considers your offer, your sacrifice. 

"You really think a man like him would just leave you here?"

"He'd do anything I asked him to," you say. "Just let her go. This isn't her fight, and I think you know that." 

"Why do you care so much about him? He's a murderer."

"So am I. I've done really shitty things to stay alive, things I can never tell her about. I'm not a good person."

"But he is?"

"He's trying to be," you say, catching sight of the Bible sitting on a nearby table. You let yourself soften just enough. "Isn't that what you're all about? Salvation and redemption and sacrificing yourself for the greater good? That girl is his chance at redemption, maybe his last one. They need each other way more than they need me."

"You love him." It's not a question. It's a statement like pointing at the clouds gathering on the horizon and announcing there will be a storm— obvious and beyond a shadow of a doubt. 

"Let them go. Please." You breathe. David sits silently, tapping his fingers together, before standing and wordlessly walking through the door he came in from. A tear falls from your eye, but you quickly wipe it on your shirt sleeve. You listen for voices as the building creaks against the force of the blizzard outside before twisting your wrists against the rope. The burn makes you grit your teeth, but the slow loosening is enough for you to continue. 

You don't have a plan for getting out of here alive, only a plan for distracting David long enough for Ellie to escape and find Joel. They can take care of each other. They'll finish what we started. They'll be okay. You repeat it like a gospel, like a blind truth that you have to follow because you can't afford to think differently. You hope she understands that this is the last thing you want. That if you could've kept her safe forever, you would've. That abandoning her and Joel was never in the cards. You hope she knows that you love her. 

Ellie shouts from the other room, but you can't make out her words. The silence that follows makes you sick to your stomach. You would take her nonstop talking over this eerie stillness. Your fingers search for a weak spot in the ropes as blood drips down your hands. 

"Hey!" A gruff voice rings out from the other side of the room, and you freeze. One of David's men walks over to stand in front of you, a heavy semi-automatic weapon in his hands. When you look down the barrel, a gold bullet stares back at you, but you can't look away.

"Did you find him?" You ask. Something uncertain flickers behind his eyes, and that's enough of an answer. There's a chance, however minuscule, that he's alive and out there and trying to find both of you. A dull and dangerous ball of hope forms between your broken ribs. "We can end this here. If you just let us go, we can put this all behind us."

"And if I don't? You'll what? Kill us just like you killed Alec?" 

"Oh, no. You'd be lucky to die as fast as he did," you say. "After what you did to her, you really think I'd just let you die that easily? I'll rip all your fucking teeth out of your skull and feed them to you before I even think about putting a bullet in your head." Terror flashes across his face, but Ellie's screams keep it growing. The man in front of you turns toward the sound, giving you a window to slip your hands from the loose ropes and grab at his gun. You push it up and away from him, a stray bullet singing through the air and hitting the ceiling. He shoves you back, and the chair breaks as you hit the ground so hard that you see stars.

David rushes in from the other room, blood splattering his clothes— her blood. He looks pissed as he assesses the situation, holding his hand tightly. "I offer you a home here, and this is what you do," Your molars buzz as molten rage rolls off you. David lunges at you, grabbing your face with one hand and holding up the other so you can see his broken finger. You try to squirm away from him, but his grip is tight enough for your jaw to creak with the threat of it shattering. "Look what she fucking did to me! You think you're going to get any sympathy now?" His breath is hot on your face as he shouts, but Ellie's blood is the only thing you care about. You spit in his eyes and wrestle out of his grasp, reaching for a piece of splintered wood. A warning shot fires by your ear before you can lift it, and splitting, ringing pain slices through your brain.

Your heart beats in your face as you try to army crawl further away, shaking your head hard like it will release the muffled pain. A swift kick to your ribs knocks you down, and you roll onto your back, pressing on the broken rib as you try to breathe. David and David's Bitch (you honestly don't care to learn his name, and that title is more fitting anyway) stare down at you with their guns in your direction. David tsks as he steps forward to stand over you, too close for your comfort. You move to put space between you, but he kicks you again. You gasp and bite your tongue hard enough to taste blood.

"I can't wait for your guy to show up so he can see just how pathetic you actually are." He threatens and you laugh, spitting blood.

"Trust me, he's the least of your fucking problems right now." You say, planting your hands behind you to push yourself off the floor. The butt of a pistol cracks across your skull before you can get far.

"No!" Ellie's voice jolts you awake. Your vision is blurry, and the throbbing pain in your body makes you nauseous, but none of that matters as much as she does. Her screams are the stuff of nightmares, helpless and scared out of her fucking mind. You push off the floor, forcing yourself to walk toward the sound until your foot stops moving. You look down to find a rope tied around your right foot, connecting you to one of the pillars in the middle of the room. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." You say as you bend down to try pulling it off of you. There's no time. She needs you now. Tears form in your eyes as the rope burns the skin around your ankle, drawing blood. You look around for a knife, glass, anything to help you cut it but find nothing. She's stopped screaming, but that doesn't do anything to stop you from trying to get to her. The blood dripping into your socks makes the rope slippery and stains your hands when you finally get it off. You stand so fast that you get a headrush but don't stop until Ellie's body collides with yours. She's covered in blood and almost screams until she realizes who you are.

"I... I thought. I heard..." She says, clutching your shirt in between her hands. You shake your head as you grab her and run to the doors. They barely budge as you try to push them open, and Ellie grabs your hand, running into the kitchen. She's shaking, and her hair is a mess as she looks around for something to fight with. 

"Ellie, we need to go. We can't stay here." You say as she grabs a smoldering log.

"Cover me." She says, barely looking at you before rushing back out to hide near the door. You grab a knife and duck under a nearby table as David walks in with a bloody cleaver. You grip the knife closer, hoping to slash his Achilles tendon as he walks by when Ellie pops up and throws the log at David's head. The curtain behind him catches fire as you try to track her movements. She stays low and quiet, just like Joel taught her, and you have half a mind to be proud of her for listening.

"There's no way out," David calls as the fire travels up the curtain to the ceiling. He's pacing calmly away from you as the building starts to go up in flames around us. "All the doors are locked, and I have the keys. Nobody is coming to save you, Ellie." You move to the kitchen once his back is turned to you, hoping to find a bottle or bigger knife to distract him. Ellie meets your eyes across the room, and you nod at her, a silent reassurance that you will not let anything happen to her. You find a half-full bottle of wine and quickly dump it down the drain as David rambles about something. You stay low as you look out the kitchen window and throw the bottle to the other side of the room, the last bits of alcohol making the flames grow bigger. You duck when David turns toward the sound and walk back to the swinging door, waiting for the right moment to come out. 

A piece of ceiling falls in front of the door, and flames lick under it, just as you hear Ellie stab David. You turn to jump through the kitchen window when one of David's guys enters the room and locks eyes with you. You've got to be fucking kidding me. You swing the knife at him, slicing his arm as he brings his gun up to shoot. The long shotgun pushes at your chest and sends you backward as blood pours from his arm. You hit the edge of the counter hard but stay up and swinging. The man grunts right in your face, and the fire is tearing the building apart, but all you hear is Ellie. She's screaming louder than you've ever heard, and she's calling for you, for help. You swing the knife once more and hit something squishy that gives. The man sobs in pain, and you dig the knife further into his eye until he stops twitching. 

Once he hits the ground, you jump through the kitchen window and dive onto the floor below, fire burning your arms as you do. You grip the knife closer to you and stand until you see the full sight of Ellie and David. She's on top of him and hitting him over and over and over again with his cleaver. Blood splatters across her face and clothes as David becomes less of a body and more of a stain. You don't try to stop her. You just drop your knife and slowly walk into her line of sight with your hands up. By the time she stops raising her arms to hack the body, she's crying and breathing hard enough for you to hear her over the flames. 

"Ellie," you call, and she jumps like she forgot you were there. The look in her eyes now is so different from the one she gave you earlier when you tried to tell her nothing terrible would happen. It's familiar and heart breaking. She's shaking when you reach for her and pull her off of David. "We need to go, okay? We gotta get out of here." You wrap your arms around her and shield her eyes as you walk past the bodies she left in her wake. 

The snow is a welcome relief from the smothering smoke and fire when you leave the building. Ellie stays tucked under your arm, letting you take her weight as you move toward the blue water, away from David and whatever god failed you. Her shoulders fall slack until a pair of arms wrap around us, and she screams again. Your grip on her tightens as she cries and kicks at whoever is trying to grab you. She nearly falls to her knees as the arms spin her around, taking her away from you.

"Hey, look," Joel's voice is soft as he holds her face. You let him take her and take a step back, trying to process that he's alive. "It's me. It's me. It's okay."

"He tried to..." Ellie mumbles, and you have to turn away from them, vomit burning in your throat. You swallow hard as tears fall down your face and do your best to hold your sobs. "He tried to" is a sentence you've heard too many times but never from someone as young as Ellie. He tried to, and you were right there. He tried to, and you couldn't do anything. He tried to, and she was screaming for you. If David weren't already dead and burning, you'd go back and rip his fucking spine out. He tried to.

Joel saying your name makes you turn to see Ellie wrapped in his jacket, a faraway look in her eyes. You take her backpack from him and go to his other side to snake your arm around his back. He's shaking either from fear or pain. You don't know that it matters. Together, you work to get somewhere safe, helping to carry the weight of the past three months silently.

You found an empty house a few miles away from the resort and let Joel clean Ellie up in the bathroom. She clung to him the whole way here, trembling bloody hands wrapped around his middle. The cut on her nose is gnarly, and she has slices on her fingers from gripping the knife she used to kill David. Other than that, she's more mentally scarred than anything. As soon as she was clean and fed with twenty-year-old Spaghetti-O's, she fell asleep on Joel's chest, her bandaged hand resting over his heart as they lay on the floor together. The words you said to David while begging for their lives surround you. They need each other way more than they need me.

You feel like shit now that the adrenaline has died down. There are burns on your forearms, cuts on your hands, bruises swelling your face, and you're pretty sure the hearing in your left ear is permanently fucked. Your head pounds and your ribs twinge in pain when you breathe too deeply, but it's nothing compared to the screams echoing in your mind. They'll probably embed in your brain and repeat themselves for the rest of your life. You've never heard her scream like that— deep in her chest and desperate, like she was praying for someone to hear her and help, to kill the men who put their hands on her and then some. 

He tried to.

Joel calls your name softly, but you can't turn to face him. Your eyes stay on the front door, the cool metal of your gun warming under your palm. "You should sleep," Joel murmurs as he puts a comforting hand on your back. He's careful not to jostle Ellie as he rubs circles into your skin. You shake your head as your fingers twitch against the gun.

"I was asleep when she," your voice catches in your throat, and you wipe at your eyes. "I didn't even hear her leave. I can't…."

"She's safe, and she's alive. That's the most important thing."

"I was so fucking scared, Joel. I could hear her screaming, and I couldn't do anything to help her," you sniffle as he tugs at your shirt, making you turn to look at him. His eyes are watery and sad, but he doesn't stop you. "The fucking apocalypse happened, and the scariest thing in the world is still a man who thinks he can take whatever he wants."

"I know, baby."

"I can still hear his voice. I-” He pulls you closer and gently takes the gun out of your hands. Slowly, he makes you lie beside him until you relax and use his bicep as a pillow. You're close enough to count the cuts on Ellie's sleeping face, and you almost wiggle away. Joel feels it and quickly kisses your forehead, his grip on you tightening enough to make you stay.

"Let me lay with my girls," he whispers before you can protest. "Please." You sigh and curl into him, wrapping your arm around his stomach, so your fingers can graze Ellie's arm. He traces patterns into your back as you count Ellie's breaths. Every rise and fall of her chest soothes your anxiety just a little more. Her nose scrunches in her sleep, and she mumbles something as her grip on Joel gets tighter. He shushes her and kisses her forehead, whispering, "we're right here, baby girl," into her temple. Then, probably without even realizing it, she moves her hand until it covers yours, her little fingers squeezing you like she's trying to decide if you're real. You take her hand in yours and squeeze back. 

It’s moments like these that make you wonder how you could've gone so long without her. It's moments like these that make you wonder how you could ever go back to the life you had before. It's moments like these that give you a glimpse, a torturous peek, into what could've been. If you had met Joel earlier and had been faster and less guarded, maybe your paths may have crossed sooner. Maybe all those people you loved who died would still be alive somewhere. Maybe nothing would've changed at all. 

"I'm so scared of losing her," You tell him, your eyes still stuck to Ellie's face. Joel takes a deep breath and nods. "When did she stop being cargo?"

"She was never just cargo."

"What are we gonna do?" 

"We're gonna get her to the Fireflies. They'll do whatever they need, and then, I don't know. We could take her back to Jackson and get her settled. Let her have an actual childhood." He says. A regular, ordinary life with them sounds idyllic, something reserved for people way better than you are. 

"What if something bad happens with the Fireflies?" 

"Then, we do whatever it takes to keep her alive. Either way, we're gonna finish this."

"Whatever it takes." You echo. 

"You should sleep," he says. Your body agrees with him even if you're hesitant. "I'll take the first watch. I've probably had enough sleep to last me, at least, a couple of hours." You stare at him to make sure he's okay to stay up before nodding. You squeeze Ellie's hand again and smoosh your cheek against Joel's shoulder, perfectly wrapped up in both of them. Joel goes back to rubbing your back to lull you to sleep, and all you can hear is their breathing and the birds singing to each other outside. Fireflies, ruthless FEDRA officers, Infected, and religious cults are far enough for you to trust that everything is okay. 

"Joel," you say quietly. He hums, and you push yourself up on your elbow to look down at him. "I love you. I don't think I ever told you that, but I want you to know." 

"You never had to. I always knew," he says, his eyes sparkling in the moonlight. "I love you, too." You want to say more. You want to say, "I'm sorry it took me so long to admit it. I'm sorry if it's too late. I'm sorry for falling in love with you in this world that makes love a weakness," but you don't. You lean down and kiss him like you've done hundreds of times and try not to think about what will happen tomorrow.

The only thing you care about is the two people you're curled up within an old, mildewy basement in the middle of fucking Colorado because they are your world now. And nothing will take your world away ever again.

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[rafaslittleboy]

a hand to hold mine

pairing: sonny carisi/little sister!reader

description: sonny’s baby sister is a victim of a hostage situation. things come to light, and sonny considers what you are to him.

rating: dead dove don’t eat, dark fic, taboo fic. incest relationship between older brother and (legal) little sister. reader is taken hostage and sonny makes everything all better. hospital sex. bio brother/sister porn. fingering, clit rubbing, orgasms, loss of virginity, unprotected p-in-v sex, some dirty incest talk. (if I missed any out, let me know!)

if you’re sensitive, don’t read!

dc: @flowercrowns-goodvibes bc she wanted it sooooooo badly

When Carisi got the call that a girl, between the age of eighteen and twenty-two, had been caught in a hostage situation, Amanda had told him to come down immediately.

As an ADA, he barely got to go to hostage situations. But the perpetrator? He asked for Carisi specifically.

Someone he had crossed back in his detective days, by the looks of it.

As soon as Dominick arrived, he was given a bullet proof vest and Amanda filled him in on the situation.

Man, in his late thirties, has a record for pedophillia and murder, was let out on good behaviour only two weeks prior. His name was David Ortez—and Sonny was the undercover cop that built a case against him and put him away.

“it’s your sister, Sonny.” Amanda told him, sympathy in her tone.

“My… my sista’?”

What one? Was the question. He had four sisters, Bella, Theresa, Gina—and the baby sister, you. Just started college, your whole life ahead of you.

Amanda said your name and suddenly Carisi felt light headed. Bile rising in his throat.

“How long has she been in there?” He said, and he could barely hear himself.

“Almost an hour, listen… he’s done a number on her. He phoned nine-one-one every time he hurt her.”

Sonny clenched his fist. David Ortez was a disgusting man. When Sonny was undercover, that man told him in detail about the things he watched, things he done to his kids, his nieces and nephews. Things that made him sick then and made him sick now. And now he had you, his little sister, of all people.

“He’s phoning again.” Olivia raised her finger for everyone in the trailer to stop talking. She answered the phone.

“David?”

“Miss. Benson… it’s been a long time since we last spoke. How’ve you been? How’s Noah?”

David smiled into his phone. He watched through a blind spot in the window, watched how the building he was in was barricaded by armed police. Kept his eyes on the white trailer dead centre of the road.

“What do you want, David?” She spoke.

“I want to speak to Carisi.”

Sonny took the phone from Olivia’s hand despite her orders for him to stay quiet. He wasn’t a detective anymore, she said, you’re an ADA.

“I’m here.”

“Dominick.” The man smiled into the phone. “Got your baby sister here, she was stupid enough to help a poor… injured man.”

The way you became his hostage in the first place was because he had came up to you after your class, faking a stabbing. Spending the last two weeks stalking you, understanding your routine and schedule—and he got you at the right time. As soon as David got you into a room, he pistol whipped you and kicked you in your side to keep you down.

“She’s got a kind heart,” Sonny said, “how ‘bout you just let ‘er go? Huh? This is ‘tween you n’ me.”

“No can do, Dominick. Think I might keep her, actually. Take her abroad, get her pregnant, start a family with her. Sounds good, doesn’t it?”

David traced the gun up your temple, smirking down at you.

He had your hands tied behind your back and has you sat against the wall below the window. A strip of duct tape over your mouth.

And David had beat you well. Bruising littering your body, your nose bleeding and a gash in your forehead and eyebrow dripping blood down your face.

“No way in hell.” Carisi growled at the David.

“Am I on speaker phone?”

“Yes.”

“Take me off. Unless you want your squad to learn some real shitty stuff about you.”

Sonny looked around, Olivia, Amanda, Joe and everyone else who was in the trailer was looking at him.

Olivia gave him a nod of permission, and Sonny pressed the button on the phone. It was just Sonny and David now.

“Good. Don’t think I don’t remember what you told me. What I made you do.”

To gain David’s trust while Sonny was undercover, he had to befriend David. And David was paranoid, it took months for David to trust him.

“One thing,” David said.

“Anythin’” Sonny replied.

“Prove what you did to her. Your little sister? You told me you raped her since she was four. Looked through your wallet and you have a photo of her.”

“What about her?”

“Want you to jerk over her. Now.” And David passed Sonny the picture of you as a little girl. Sonny kept it in his wallet for a reason to keep going, to keep doing what he was doing.

Sonny held the picture between his fingers and he looked down at the picture of you. He swallowed, hard and looked at David and nervously smiled, “C’mon… I’m past that now.”

“I’m not giving you a choice.”

The picture was placed back in his wallet ten minutes later, stained with his milky cum.

Sonny hears you yelp, and he can’t imagine what David is doing to you. “Don’t touch her.”

“Why? Give me a reason not to rape her right now, Dominick.”

“She… she—I ain’t ever… done what I said I did. To her. I was undercover, had to learn more about ya.”

“Obviously. This little girl adores you; fairly obvious you didn’t do a thing you said you did.” And he tugs on your hair.

“You put me away, Dominick. Worked your way into my head and put me back in prison. Do you know what they did to me in there? Do you?!”

David yelled down the phone.

“David… I’m sorry, if it were up’ta me, it would’ve never of happened.”

“But that’s the thing, Dominick. You had a choice. And now, so do I. Life is all about making the right choices.”

You squeezed your eyes shut as the barrel of the gun stared back at you. Your breathing got worse.

“Theres two ways this can go. Put me back on speaker phone.”

Sonny done as he was told. Immediately.

“Option one: I shoot the little girl and then myself. You never get to see her again. You never get closure.”

David pauses. Sonny’s palms are sweaty. His heart beating out of his chest.

“Option two: You get me a car, you get me a million dollars and I take your little sister anywhere I want. And I promise you. I’ll keep her alive.”

Both options take you away from your brother. Away from your family, friends—the life you built.

“I’ll give you ten minutes to decide. And if you don’t? Well…” David took the safety off the pistol. “I’ll decide for you. Times ticking, Dominick Carisi.”

Then the line went dead.

Sonny threw the phone on the desk and wiped a hand down his face.

“I’ll get a car,” Olivia told him. “We have two Snipers are already aimed at the door, Sonny, don’t worry. We’ll get him.”

If only Sonny could believe that. He’s seen how some of these things go. How there’s no happy endings.

“It’s option two; we get a car, lure him out and shoot him dead.”

“Nah, no.” Sonny put a hand on his hips. “Could hurt her. I ain’t gonna hurt my lil’ sister.”

“Sonny, hurting her is the least of our problems. We want her alive, and we want her out. Now. This way, we get her out and she’ll be alive and she’ll be safe.”

Sonny bit his lip. Amanda was right. This was the only option they had to take. The only option Sonny could agree to.

“Call him back. We have a car on the way.” Olivia told him.

And sonny picked up the phone and dialled David back. David picked up within the first ring.

“Dominick. Your choice?”

“Two. I have a car on the way, we have your money. I know you, David, you… you stick to your word. I know you’ll take care’a my sister.”

“Good choice, Carisi. Knew you’d come to your senses. Hey, I’ll send you a postcard when she births my children. Don’t get too jealous.”

David watches as a black Jeep pulls up outside the barricade and how the police move around it, to give him space. “My money in that car, Carisi?”

There was no money. The objective out of this situation was to shoot David point blank.

“Yes,” Sonny replied. “It’s all in there. In a bag. Untraceable. The car’s untraceable, too.”

“Wow,” David smiled, “Really doing everything to protect your sister, eh? Do you remember when I made you look at a picture of her, made you jerk your cock over her?”

The phone was on speaker. Everyone could hear what David was saying.

“No.” Sonny swallowed. “I don’t.”

He does. It crosses his mind frequently.

“I do. I don’t blame you.” David lowers the phone to you, “Hey, sweetheart. You wanna say goodbye to your big brother?”

“S—sonny—“ you sob. And it’s the first time he’s heard your voice in months. He regrets leaving your text messages on delivered or read, he regrets not reaching out to you, calling you.

“Hey, doll,” he panics, he brings the phone to his ear. “You’re gonna be okay, doll, my little angel.”

“Of course she is, she’s gonna be my wife.”

David grabs your arm and pulls you up. “Bye, Carisi.” And he hangs up.

David brushes off your shoulder and smiled wickedly at you. “It’s just you and me now, little one. Your brother gave us his blessing.”

You start crying again. Closing your eyes just so you don’t have to look at this horrible man. In your little mind, he’s won. He’s going to take you god knows where and you’ll never get to see anyone you love again. You’ll never get to see your mom, your dad, your older sisters—your big brother.

He’s always been a busy man. Recently, after he came an ADA, he hadn’t had any time for you. It hurt you, but you were a big girl—you could understand that sometimes his job had to come first.

David ripped the duct tape from your mouth and tapped your bruised and cut cheek.

“Oh, don’t cry, baby.” David cooed, “it’ll all be fine soon enough. come on, start walking.”

David shoved you forward and put the gun at your spine. It was enough for you to do as you’re told. You walked, but you couldn’t feel yourself walk. It was as if you were floating.

David opened the door and the sun blinded you, your eyes flinched at the bright light.

Inside the trailer, Amanda was staring at the computer screen. “We have eyes.” Amanda yelled and Sonny didn’t waste any time and pushed past Olivia to leave the trailer.

He saw you, oh god, he saw you. You were there, alive. Breathing. His beautiful little sister.

“I want a clear pathway!” David yelled, “or the kid dies!”

Sonny was so close. He felt sick.

Sonny thought about how you grew up with him as your role model. He was in his late twenties when you were born, and his ma’ and dad were too busy with work so they handed you off to him. He raised you when they weren’t able to. His life with you flashed through his mind, like it was his last minutes with you. How you grew up to be a pretty little girl. How he isn’t so different from some of these men he puts away.

It’s a thought that he pushes to the back of his mind. A disgusting part of him that only comes out at night.

A part of him that wanted his little sister. And David knew that fact.

David walked down the steps with the gun to your temple. “Your brother is right there, front row seat. You wanna know that he’s real jealous of me right now. He knows that I’m going to fuck you real good, fill you up with my babies. He wants it to be him instead.”

You couldn’t see your brother—wherever he was. You couldn’t see anything. Your eyesight was blurry with tears.

David moves from behind you and walks in front, approaching the jeep.

Not even a second later, a loud gunshot rings out in the air. The bad man slumped to the ground in front of you. Your face splattered with his brains and blood, eyes squeezed shut.

Time went so fast, your ears rang.

Sonny shouted your name as he pushed heavy armed police out of the way and into the barricaded zone, where you were.

You felt arms wrap tightly around you, smooshing you against a broad chest. You recognise the feeling, the safeness of his arms. It was your big brother.

“Sonny,” your voice cracked as he held you tight, he breathed you in. You were here, you were alive, breathing. Hugging him tight to your body.

“S’okay, doll, m’right here.”

His hand cupped the back of your head and started to guide you into the police car just a few feet back. Blood on your face wasn’t a good look, the fear in your eyes made his heart hurt.

His little sister, a little girl he watched grow up, had a gun to her head because he put a rapist—murderer away a few years ago, and he got out early. It was all his fault.

The EMTS came over and tore you from his grasp, telling you that you’re going with them.

“I’m ridin’ with her,” Sonny tells them, “I need’a make sure she’s okay.”

“Okay, Counsellor.” They agreed. “We’ll let the other detectives know.”

———

You had passed out in the ambulance on the way to the hospital and the paramedics had to reassure him that you were okay, that your body probably just had to relax—so it forced itself to sleep.

It didn’t give him the peace of mind they hoped.

You were asleep for around six hours and Sonny didn’t leave your side once. The second you woke up, he sat up and held your hand to his chest.

“Hey—hey,” he weakly smiled, his hand extended and hesitated to touch your hair. “You okay?”

You coughed and looked around the room you were in. “How… did I get here?”

“Ambulance brought ya here, doll, ya passed out just after you sat down.”

You swallowed a lump in your throat. “I just… I was so scared. He… he said he’d shoot me, or he… he’d gut me. He said it all depended on your answers.”

Sonny tears up, and it stings his blue eyes.

“Oh, doll…” Sonny sat forward and kissed your forehead, lingering so you wouldn’t see the tears in his eyes. “M’so sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.” You tried to make him feel better, it wasn’t all the time you got to see him emotional.

“It is,” he says and he kisses your forehead repeatedly, “it is—my stupid work, brought ya into this.” and he holds you close, closing his blue eyes tight.

“i love you, sonny” you hiccup.

It was his emotional and vulnerability caused your own emotions to topple over, and you sobbed. Being in his arms, being with him, grounded you and made you understand that you were alive. You were safe. Your big brother saved you.

“I… “ and he doesn’t think, he just leans his chin forward and captures your lips in a soft, timid kiss.

A way a big brother should never kiss his little sister.

But he does it anyway. His big hand on your cheek keeping you close. Your eyes closed, any negative thought you had in your head disappeared as fast as they were thought.

“Was… “ Sonny swallowed, “was that okay?” he says below a whisper. Your eyes slowly open—your lips tingle with the aftermath of him giving you your first ever kiss.

You nod.

“Can… you kiss me again?”

Sonny didn’t expect you to ask for a kiss. He expected you to… well, do something else. Scream, yell, tell him to get out and that you’ll tell your parents. But no, you wanted him to kiss you again.

Sonny chuckled, then tilted his head to kiss you again. This time, with just a little more pressure than his previous feathery kiss. His hand came to cup the back of your head and press your lips harder into his.

As the kiss deepened and got more hot, he licked on the seam of your lips, opening your mouth to him. Taking advantage of your gasp, (obviously you had no idea that that was how real kissing started).

“what if a nurse comes in?” you say, breaking the kiss briefly. Your lips were swollen, breath uneven. Eyes blown.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it, babygirl.”

You felt his hands roam up and down your arm slowly, the arm that wasn’t hooked up to machines, that was. He leaned in to kiss you again, humming into your mouth as his slender hand dipped further and further down your arm and onto your thigh.

Sonny’s fingers touch your pussy tenderly outside of your little pink panties, his thumb twirling the little purple bow. Your soft moans as he kissed you just egged him on.

You broke the kiss briefly when you felt his finger slip into the waistband and slowly pulled your panties to the side, the cool air of the poorly conditioned hospital room hitting your hot pussy.

“‘M gonna touch it now, doll.” He whispered against your lips, and you barely had a second before the pad of his middle finger drifted upwards from your slick hole to your clit and he rubbed in slow, big circles.

“oh…” and your brows furred together.

It wasn’t as if you hadn’t touched yourself before, it was that no one had ever touched you before. It felt weird—and the wrongness and guilt of the person who was the first to touch you being your older brother was still deep in your tummy.

“You okay?” Sonny says softly. He knows he’s pushing his luck, kissing you after a traumatic experience and now he’s touching you inappropriately. Testing the waters on just how much you’d take what he’d give you.

You could barely nod, barely speak. “f—fine,”

“Feels good?”

And he puts just a little more pressure on your clit and watched how your knees parted open subconsciously.

“yeah,” you breathe.

He couldn’t miss how your eyes couldn’t stop watching from his hand moving between your legs.

Sonny’s eyes are fixed both on your face, how your face contorts to each repeat pleasure of the circles he drew on your clit. And how your hips roll ever so slightly on his finger.

His finger slipped in—and that’s one thing you hadn’t done to yourself. Your fingers had always been too short to reach anywhere. But Dominick’s fingers were long, and just one of them sliding inside you and crooking just enough to press down on something that made you whine what was meant to be his name.

“oh my god—“ you choke. And it’s too much too soon, the way his fingers leave your pussy and push back in and curl has your breathing quicken.

You don’t think—you turn your head and kiss him. Your mind so clouded with lust that you just knew you had to have his tongue in your mouth.

Making out with him sloppily as he speeds up his fingers inside you. The obscene sound of squelching filled the room and Sonny and yourself’s laboured breaths.

“Feels—“ you try but words fail you, “feels—“

“like ya gonna cum on ya big brothers fingers?” Sonny answers for you. He can feel your walls tighten on his fingers, feel how wet you have his hand and dampening the flimsy hospital sheets beneath you just by a simple finger-fuck.

You bite your lip and clench your fists, the orgasm building and building and building—until it burst, and you were cumming, hard, on your brother’s fingers. Squeezing and clamping down those two fingers that were still moving inside you. You moaned your older brother’s name, reaching down to clasp your weak hand over his wrist, puffing out of a breath.

“T—too much.”

Sonny smiles at you, “Doll, ya pussy just keeps tryna suck my fingers back in ya.” And he curls his fingers again and your knees cross, touching each other and thighs clamping down on his hand.

“Could make ya cum again, if ya want. See how you’d take three fingers.”

God, you didn’t know if you could take three of his fingers. His fingers were so long.

“Or… I could give ya my cock instead. Got me real hard after that little show, doll.”

Your mind was fuzzy.

“Please.”

And he smirked, withdrew his fingers from inside you and lifted his knee so he got onto the bed with you. On his knees above you, and he slowly undone his belt and pulled it through the loops.

All he had to do was pull down his fly and pull his cock out.

It wasn’t the first time you had seen Sonny’s cock, having to share a bathroom and your bedrooms across from one another. You had a fair amount of times of walking in on him changing, or in the showering, or pissing into the toilet bowl—only once while he was stroking his cock in the dark, you didn’t see it, but you saw the motions of his hand twisting around his hidden cock.

But you saw it now, hard and poking out from his fly just for you.

“can i… can i touch it?”

And Sonny glances at you, “Course,” and lifts your wrist so your hand replaces his. He bites back a groan but not even a second later it comes out when he feels your small, warm hand softly squeeze his hard cock.

“Jus’ like that, doll.”

You do it again, then you try and copy his previous hand movements by slowly stroking up and down his cock. Getting yourself used to the weird feeling. It looked like hard stone, but in your hand it felt squishy and stiff.

“Is… i think… your… thing… is crying,” you tell him

“Huh?” Sonny peaks open an eye and looks down. The red tip of his cock has a bead of pre-cum that’s threatening to spill out.

“Oh, doll. That ain’t my cock cryin’, means ya makin’ me feel real good.”

You smile slightly, “I like making you feel good, Donmy.”

Oh, god. He shouldn’t be feeling like this. But the things you done to him just by existing, being innocent, inexperienced. It made him hotter just thinking about how in that hospital room, he had been your first’s.

Sonny needed more. Craved more of you.

He softly wrapped his hand around your own that was still lazily pumping his cock. “M’gonna put it in ya,”

You looked up at him, and then at his cock. Oh, right, he wanted to put it in you. How could you even be surprised? The little videos you watched, the man always put his penis inside the girl. Now it was going to happen to you, a deep pit of nervousness settled in your tummy.

You wondered if you told him right now that you had never had sex, would he shy away? Leave you alone and never speak of it again?

Your rolling negative thoughts were stopped briefly when sonny shifted back and pushed up your hospital gown just over your hips. Your baby sister pussy on display for him. Wet and swollen from the orgasm he so generously gave you.

“That’s a good fuckin’ pussy I’ve ever seen one,” Sonny licks his bottom lip and dipped his hand down just to touch it again. His cock twitched as he inserted a finger again, so tight just around one finger—he couldn’t wait to feel it around his cock.

He quickly took his finger out and wiped your slick on his cock, along with a glob of his own spit. He knew he didn’t need any more lube, you were wet—so fucking wet for him. He loved, in particularly, your little button clit that was already puffy with arousal.

Your older brother had seen your pussy a few times growing up, when he had washed you, or helped you get changed. He was even there when you first started to experiment with touching yourself. He was only trying to give you your freshly clean clothes, but he stopped by the barely open door and was able to see just enough on how you unskillfully tried to rub your clit with one fingertip before giving up due to over sensitivity. The imagine was burned into his head, but he wasn’t complaining.

The tip of his bare cock bumped against said clit and you moaned, hips intuitively raising. Your pussy craved him—his cock—with the need to be filled.

It happened too quickly, Sonny angled his hips just right and pushed lightly against your hole. The feeling of a bulbous tip pressing against you was so good, hell, he watched as your pussy let out yet another streak of wet arousal.

But the second he started to push his hips forward had your heart in your mouth. “Sonny I… I’ve not—“

“‘know, doll,” is all he said back.

Dominick knew full well that he could get in a lot of trouble for this. Detective turned Assistant District Attorney, he knew quite literally all the laws in New York. This was against quite a lot of them. But it didn’t stop him.

He dipped his head to kiss you, swallowing your sounds.

There was no going back when the tip of his cock disappeared inside your virgin pussy. Popping the cervix open, claiming your virginity for himself. Your big brother’s head snapped up to look at your face when you let out a hissed moan due to the fact that his cock broke your hymen.

“You okay?” He breathed.

“Uh huh,” you moan, “it just… hurts a little.”

Sonny was happy he had got you as wet as you were, he couldn’t handle the thought of hurting you. Not unless you asked for it, that was.

Your pussy was so inviting, clenching so tightly around the thick mushroom head of his cock, trying to suck him in until there was nothing else left of him.

“Can I move, kid? Stuff you full’a me?”

And you nodded, “uh huh,”

Sonny bit at your lips, “Gonna need ya to use ya words, can ya do that? Speak up for ya big brother?”

Your walls throbbed, you needed him to fuck you. You needed him to hold you down and pound his cock inside you until it left you paralysed. Your body craved him, his hands and lips and everything about your brother.

And he pushes forward and you can’t stop the whine that escapes your throat, head tipping back only slightly against the hospital pillow as your pussy walls stretched to accommodate the foreign cock—your legs spread wider and Sonny immediately got comfortable.

“God, doll—fuck—“ and he slides right inside you, until the fabric of his dress pants settled against the back of your naked thighs. His full cock was inside you, stretching your walls until his tip was pressing against your untouched cervix. Any guilt he had previously faded away fast, his whole mind was focused on you. Solely you.

“You’re—all the way up here,” you choke and point to where your cervix would be on your tummy. Sonny roughly pushed up the gown over your exposed breasts, leaving you naked for him.

You heard him growl—growl—and it was the most attractive thing you had ever heard in your life.

“Yeah? M’ all the way up here?” And he pressed down where you pointed, and fuck, he felt himself settled deep inside you. He was able to feel the puckered tight hole of your cervix,

“Sonny—“ you moan, and it was loud. If it wasn’t early hours in the morning, someone would have definitely heard you.

“Beautiful lil’ girl—all mine, ain’t ya?” He growled as he started to thrust his hips. It was far too much for your poor cunt, still so sensitive over the orgasm he gave you before—every thrust of his cock inside you has a little spurt of liquid leaving your baby pussy and onto his cock and pants.

“All. Fuckin’. Mine.” He repeats as he feels your wet pussy dampen the crotch of his pants. Your mouth falls open, the arm that isn’t hooked up with wires reaches out to touch Sonny’s bicep to ground yourself.

“So—Sonny—you’re—my—“ and you’re already rendered dumb. Eyes barely able to stay open, unable to make a coherent sentence.

“Yeah, I’m ya big brother, ain’t I? Big brother makin’ ya pussy feel so good, huh?”

The hospital bed shook with the power of his thrusts, the sound of your wet pussy taking his cock over and over again filled the room. You had never imagined sex felt like this, always imagining it as an In-And-Out session.

His hand gripped your chin, “Answer me, doll.”

“Uh huh—yeah—you—you make my p—pussy feel really really good—“ you broke off into a moan as he gives you a thrust that’s hard, punching at your cervix and his balls right up against you.

And you nod, “so—so scared, tho—thought I’d—I’d never see you again.”

Sonny tips his head so his forehead, resting it against yours, his breath fanning across your lips with his efforts in fucking you. “Never gonna let that happen,” and he links your fingers together. “Gonna keep ya safe, keep ya just f’me—keep ya in my apartment, come home to ya everyday n’ fuck you deep every night.”

You moan at his words, “y-you’d do t-that?“

“My lil’ sister, love ya so fuckin’ much, my whole world.” He cuts himself off as he kisses you deeply, and you open your mouth to him and let him explore and get acquainted with your taste and the map of your mouth. “Gonna fill ya up with my cum, doll, hope it fuckin’ takes.”

Your breath hitches at the thought. Belly swelling with his baby—your big brother’s baby.

“Yeah? You like the thought a’ that? Dirty lil’ girl,” he smiles and then one of his hands came between you to rub, rub and rub on your clit and your back arched. “Need ya to squeeze my cock when ya cum, cum real hard f’me,”

“I—i—“ and he kisses you yet again, then you cum. Walls clamping down incredibly hard on his cock and liquid spurting from your pussy. Your orgasm was to powerful that it almost pushed his cock out from your hole, but Sonny pushed back in and fucked you hard through your orgasm.

“Fuck yeah, angel, squirt on my fuckin’ cock—gonna make me fuckin’ cum—“

And he fucked you rough, his cock pounding into you and the sounds you let out were downright pornagraphic.

Sonny squeezes you tight as he feels his orgasm reach its peak and he groans deep, head tipping onto your chest as he fucks his cum deep, deep inside you. Holding both of your hips down onto the bed and fucking you through the remainints of your orgasm and through his own.

You felt him slump down on-top of you, his heavy weight holding you down. You feel… like you’re in bliss, satisfied. Your thighs trembled slightly with pleasure that coursed through your whole body.

That is, until his stomach pressed down on the place you were kicked this morning.

“Ow..” you whine and Sonny quickly sits up, looking concerned.

“Did I hurt ya, doll?” and his hand lightly touches the red blotch of a bruise on your side.

“I’m okay,” you tell him, still breathless. Sonny checks you over anyway, his cock softening inside you as he does it.

Sonny pulls down your gown (after a subtle-not-so-subtle fondle of your breast) and smooths it over. Pulling his cock out of you at the same time, and you hissed at the new feeling of feeling empty.

Sonny wished he could see his cum drip out of you, but that could wait until next time. You needed to recover.

The crotch of his pants was wet with your orgasm, but he didn’t mind.

Sonny grabbed the blanket and pulled it over you, making sure to tuck you in and then settled beside you. “Gonna have ya stay with me for a lil’ while,” he says as he nuzzles into your side, his arm wrapped around you. “Afta’ today? I was… scared for ya.”

“Sonny…” you close your eyes. You hate what happened earlier.

“No, listen to me. Had a gun on me… was about’a go in there n’ shoot him dead before one’a the cops did. He hurt you.. my lil girl, harmed ya pretty face.” And he lifts his head and hand to stroke the few cuts on your cheek. “For peace of mind… I need ya to stay with me. Just for a while. Need’a know it’ll neva’ happen again.”

He held you close.

“what about… us?” You asked him. You just had sex with your brother, your older brother. And you really enjoyed it.

“What do ya want f’r us?” Sonny lifts his head to look you in the eyes.

“I dunno,” you trail off. “I… well, maybe we could… “

“Angel..” he smiles and cocks his head, “ya want me to be ya boyfriend?”

You bit back a smile. “you are my brother…”

“I know that, kiddo.” And he cranes his neck to press his lips to you. “we’ll figure it out, doll.”

#sonny carisi x reader #sonny carisi #law and order SVU #Dominick carisi #peter scanavino #rafael barba x reader #rafael barba

[gyll-yee-haw]

Hi! i just had a great idea ok ok so what if you did like a 7 minutes in heaven with one of jakes characters? (detective loki? mysterio, literally whoever you want)

Yeah but what about all of the options above 🤭

I selected a few of my faves <3

Characters: detective Loki, Quentin Beck, Billy Hope and Donnie Darko

Warnings: kissing, fluff, some nsfw, fingering, they all kinda end suggestively, y'all might accuse me of favoritism cause Dave's got the biggest one (he IS my fave, sorry)

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Detective Loki

100% would act like he thought games were stupid, but the MINUTE he was set up with you to go to the tiny room, would get butterflies in his stomach

I'm thinking like college student! David? Who's like super shy and doesn't have many friends, never talks to anyone, but has a massive crush on you

The moment you walked in and closed the door, he would immediately get nervous and start babbling "this is so stupid, we don't have to do anything, we could just wait here and..."

But he had no idea you were obsessed with that handsome mysterious guy who wore too much black and only ever smiled at you

"I know. It's okay if you don't want to, but..." You gave him your best doe eyes. "But I... just didn't wanna waste the opportunity"

His eyes widened. But he recovered from the shock pretty quick, getting closer to you

You smirked and leaned towards him

And you just know he's a face grabber, oh he is

Stroking your cheek gently as his tongue danced sensually with yours

Suddenly your body was against his, his hands on your waist

And the clock accused that the quickest 7 minutes of your life had passed

You two left the room straight to your dorm...

Quentin Beck

The way he is, he probably planned it for weeks and found a way to manipulate the game so he would end up with you

Ugh he's so cocky about it

Already grabbing your ass on the way to the room

Would tease you non-stop, drive you crazy

Whisper the filthiest things to you mid kisses

Would find a way to get 7 more minutes, even of he had to KILL someone

Billy Hope

Straight to the point, he's gonna finger you in there

Bring you so so so close, just to edge you

"Aw no, baby, looks like time is up" he would say with that shit eating grin

You would find a way to go in there with someone else after, to make him jealous

"What's wrong? It's just a game :)"

Yeah man, you would regret that afterwards...

He would have to show you that you belong to him, by making you cum until you couldn't feel your body anymore

"What's wrong, baby? Didn't you put on that ridiculous show because you wanted to cum? Well, take it now"

Yeah :)))

Donnie Darko

WOULDN'T IT BE CUTE IF IT WAS HIS FIRST KISS

And he had this MASSIVE crush on you, so his friends would set you up

He would be so nervous :(

But when the time came, he knew it was HIS CHANCE

And he blew your mind

Such a great kisser

Such a sweet boy <3

You left the place absolutely in love with him!

The two of you were never apart again, his friends almost regretted it

He's so clingy bf material, I love him 🥺

#jake gyllenhaal #jake gyllenhaal x reader #jake gyllenhaal fanfic #donnie darko #donnie darko x reader #detective loki #billy hope #quentin beck

[absurdthirst]

What He Deserves {Dave York x F!Nanny!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 21.5k

Warnings: Divorce, lawyers, cheating, mentions of STDs, flirting, oral sex (male and female receiving), knife play, fingering, vaginal sex, arguing

Comments: Divorcing Carol is nasty once he discovers that she had been cheating on him. His ex decides the entire reason he agrees is because he wants to fuck the nanny. He does, but what he really wants is to be happy. You decide to give him what he deserves.

Co-written with @pedropascalsx

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Rolling his eyes, Dave stares at Carol across the sleek and shiny table in the conference room. Flanked by a severe woman in a tight suit that is supposed to be empowering and her rumpled counterpart on the other side in the form of a browbeaten lawyer, he scoffs and shakes his head. "You aren't getting the house for nothing." He tells her. "I haven't cheated and I'm not going to just give you what you want because you are pitching a fit."

“Oh please, David,” Carol says with a roll of her eyes, “I’ve seen the way you look at her. Do you think I’m stupid?”

"Since when is looking at someone cheating?" This question is posed to her lawyers, then he looks back at his own. "Am I right? Never laid a finger on her."

“So you say,” Carol says with a shrug of her shoulders. “I want the house. The girls shouldn’t have to leave their rooms… And they’re attached to her and despite their fathers intentions towards her… she’s a good Nanny, and if we move we won’t be able to afford her.”

"So I should pay for you to live in that house and for the nanny because you think I'm cheating, when I'm not?" He shakes his head, frustrated with how greedy she's being.

“Yes.” Carol says simply with a smirk splashed across her smug face. She should feel guilty seeing as she’s been sleeping with her personal trainer for the past few months but she refuses. She has never seen Dave look at her with as much hunger as he does their blissfully unaware Nanny.

“Funny.” He smirks and shakes his head. “I think you should move out and let me and the girls live there.” He tells his wife. “You can move in with Scott.”

“Excuse me?” Carol chokes. Her face burns with embarrassment as she realizes that he knows. “I’m not going anywhere and I don’t know why you’d mention him anyway. Fine. We can both stay in the house… No point in upsetting the girls yet anyway.”

“Fine.” Dave chuckles. “You can have the in-law suite you insisted we build in the basement.” The apartment had its own entrance and living space, making Dave roll his eyes at the expense when she had insisted it was needed for her ailing parents. They had never moved in or wanted to in the first place. It had been a waste of an exorbitant 401k loan.

“Absolutely not. The girls would be devastated if they saw me going downstairs. I guess we will have to move the Nanny.”

Dave hums, tilting his head as he considers it. “Fine.” He agrees after a moment, not smirking since that was what he wanted to begin with. He had learned that she would fight him if he wanted something, just to be obstinate.

“Fine. But only on one condition will I agree to these terms.” Carol says as smugly as she can.

“What’s that?” Dave figures it’s something stupid, but he waits for her to drop whatever bomb she thinks she had.

“The Nanny is off limits.”

“So you get to fuck your personal trainer and I get to just be the cuck that pays for everything?” Dave’s chuckle is dark as he shakes his head. “Not going to happen.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about and I don’t appreciate the accusations. And who said she’d even want you anyway?” Carol taunts with a raised eyebrow.

“Not an accusation, dear.” Dave hums. “If you want me to provide the evidence that you’ve been porking Scott, we can drag this out.”

Carol snarls before shaking her head, “Let’s just get this done. I want to get home.”

“Well, considering the information that we have, I think we should be able to draft an agreement.” Dave snorts as Carol’s lawyer drones on. This isn’t going the way that the pair had anticipated when they had called this meeting.

“Fine.” Carol shrugs, before reaching into her bag and pulling out her phone. “Just get it done and I’ll sign it.”

“Hot date?” Dave scoffs, raising his brow at his soon-to-be ex-wife.

Seeing an opportunity to attempt to best her parenting skills she smirks and smugly remarks, “No. The only thing on my mind is getting home and making sure our children get fed and put to bed soundly.”

“I’m sure the nanny already has taken care of it.” He shoots back. “She spends more time with them than you do.”

“Well being a working mother means making sacrifices,” she snarls back at him.

“Yes, you’ve sacrificed soooo much for your part time job.” Dave agrees sarcastically. “How many hours are you up to now? Ten a week?”

“Does it matter? We agreed that the girls needed to see me go off to work as well. How much longer is this going to take?” She yells over at her lawyer who’s frantically typing something.

“You will move into the Nanny’s room and I’ll keep the master bedroom.” Dave chuckles. “Better start packing.”

“I want the master bedroom,” she scrambles, “It has the jacuzzi tub and the waterfall shower.”

“Not happening.” Dave growls, shaking his head. “You wanted this.” He reminds her. “Live with it.”

"You're a real bastard, did you know that? Fine." She says as she scribbles her signature on the papers from his lawyers. "You're still paying all the bills."

"Until you decide you want to marry your little boy toy." Dave reminds her. "Or the girls turn 18. Then you'll have to support yourself. But I'm not paying your personal credit cards. All your makeup and shit, and your personal fuck toy, you pay for yourself." 

"Fine. But when I have to increase my hours at work, the nanny will be expecting a pay increase. Will you be willing to pay for that?"

"I'll take care of paying for the nanny." He has no problem with that because he knows you're great with the kids.

"I bet you will." She scoffs before slamming the pen down on the desk. "Hurry up and sign it. I want to get home."

Dave chuckles and takes his sweet time looking over the paperwork with his lawyers just to piss her off. He had been comfortable and willing to overlook her flaws and infidelity but now she's decided to divorce because she can't stand someone else who might hold his interest. Now it's time for him to go scorched earth since she has no idea what he is capable of.

Carol looks over at him with disgust. It wouldn't have come to this if he'd touch her just occasionally or not be so obvious about his attraction to the Nanny.

Eventually, Dave signs his name on the line and looks up at Carol after he sets the pen down. "Only stopped fucking you after you started letting Scott stick his dick in you." He announces. "By the way, he's also fucking a few of the other woman that have hired him. Might want to get tested."

"Bullshit." Carol hisses. "He loves me, he loves me more than you ever did."

"Whatever makes you feel better." He scoffs, standing and looking over at his lawyers. "Are we done here?"

Once the lawyers confirm it's all done, Carol picks up her bag and dashes towards the door. Not looking forward to the awkward drive home with her now soon to be ex-husband. 

"We will file the papers and it should be finalized within the month." Dave nods as he shakes his lawyer's hand. "Thanks. I'm ready to put this behind me. Now I just have to drive home with her." He rolls his eyes and walks slowly after her. Why she had insisted on driving together he doesn't know, but he's sure the drive home will be silent.

Dave purposely waits to unlock the car door until he's standing next to the driver's side which makes Carol scowl harder. She slides into the passenger seat and immediately fiddles with the radio knowing it'll piss him off.

Apparently the petty games have begun, not like he hasn't noticed the passive aggressive little acts ramp up in the past few months before she had dropped her little bomb on him. "Is this how you really want to play this, Carol?"

"She might not want to fuck you, you know?" Carol immediately fires back at him, ignoring the question. "She's young and pretty."

"And?" Dave snorts, shrugging his shoulders. "Unlike you, I can handle someone not wanting to fuck me."

"Oh please." Carol scoffs. "Why are we doing this? We can call it all off... Forget this ever happened, you just need to pay me a little attention, David. We can find someone else to Nanny the girls and once she's gone you won't be so.... distracted."

"I'm good." He tells his wife mildly. "You can continue your very strenuous workouts with Scott. I know how you enjoy them.”

"Fuck you." She hisses. "Just remember that I know what you like, baby." She says as she starts to rub his thigh.

"You know shit about what I like." He growls, picking up her hand off his thigh and dropping it back in her own lap. "I like faithfulness. I didn't cheat, you did." 

"Oh really? All those business trips away? You never fucked some girl you met in a hotel bar? Bullshit." She snarls before turning up the radio and signalling the end of the conversation.

He hadn't been, but it's not like he could really tell her what he was doing. She didn't know he was an assassin and he wasn't telling her now. Instead of commenting, he concentrates on driving home. 

The rest of the journey is spent in total silence. She knows deep down he never cheated on her, and it wasn't until the Nanny moved in that his eye began to wonder. Before getting out of the car Carol sighs and turns to face Dave, "We can't make her move rooms tonight. So we will have to sleep in our bed together for at least one more night." 

"Fine." He will most likely end up on the sofa, like he has been for the last month. It kills his back, but it's better than listening to her nag or trying to seduce him.

She smirks as she climbs out the car, knowing that she's going to sneak upstairs and pull on her newest lingerie... A set she had bought for Scott. But Dave doesn't have to know that. Tonight she'll seduce him and this will soon be forgotten about.

He sighs as he climbs out of the car. He's honestly disappointed that the marriage has failed but he can't take the blame completely. Once she had broken his trust, Dave was done. He hadn't confronted her, hadn't killed the bastard, but he had just....stopped engaging. Coming home for his daughters, the nanny had caught his attention with your sweet attention to detail and how you wanted to make the house a home.

****

You almost run straight into Dave as he enters the kitchen.

The girls snuggled up on the sofa watching Encanto for the millionth time as you went to fill up the popcorn bucket. "Oops, sorry Mr. York" you say with a smile, noticing how down he looks. "The girls are watching a movie before bed, if you want to join?"

"Hey." He reaches out and steadies you, his lips curling up for the first time since he had left the house, charmed by your innocent smile. You nor the girls knew that he and Carol are divorcing. He's planning on sitting them down and telling them tomorrow. "That sounds good. They wanted more popcorn?" He asks, knowing that the girls inhale popcorn like it's vital to live.

"Yeah, they started inhaling it before I'd pressed play," you say with a giggle, "Don't get too excited though... We're watching Encanto again. And Molly is assigning us all songs... I uh- I got given 'What Else Can I Do?' because apparently I'm the most 'princess-like' in this house."

"Oh god." His huff and rolling of the eyes is all for show. He puts up with whatever the girls like, even if he doesn't understand it. "As long as they don't want me to sing. Last time the neighbor's dog started howling."

"Oh, if I have to sing, so do you. ‘We Don't Talk About Bruno’ is still unassigned.. but something tells me not for long. Will Mrs. York be joining us?" You ask as you hand him a beer.

"No." He shakes his head, sure that despite her little performance at the lawyer's office, Carol wouldn't be putting the girls to bed. "I think she went upstairs."

"Okay," you say with a relieved smile. She had become more and more snappy with you the past few weeks and you're unsure why. "The girls are cuddling each other and if you try to get in the middle of that, you may lose a hand. Alice wants Molly to cuddle."

"Nope." Dave shakes his head and snorts. "I've taken too many knees to the groin when I've tried." He jokes, popping another bag of popcorn into the microwave before he takes a drink of his beer.

"The girls will be glad you're joining us. I spend 98% of my day listening to stories about their Superdad." You remark with a smile before grabbing two more juice boxes for the girls and a Dr Pepper for yourself. "They really love their Daddy."

He knows that he will need to spend more time with the girls. News of the divorce will upset them and he wants to make sure they know he will be there. "It's only because I'm out of town so often." He jokes. "They pretend to love me to get presents when I come back."

"No," you gleam at him, "They worship the ground you walk on. You're an incredible dad, Mr. York. We better join them before we miss any solos."

"You go on." He encourages you. "I'll bring the popcorn when it's done."

"No, I can do it. They'll want a few minutes alone with you," you say as you shake your head, "Unlike you, I can't say this is the first time I've seen this movie today.

He chuckles and nods. "Okay. Thanks." He loves how good you are with the girls, patting you on the back as he walks by and letting his hand slide off gently as he moves away from you. 

Your teeth sink into your bottom lip as you attempt to keep your composure. The feeling of his hands on you is nothing sort of electrifying, and you push away the feeling of guilt that sweeps through you. Once he's out of the room, you tug on your sundress to reveal a little more of your cleavage and push your tits together a little more... whilst he was completely out of bounds, you can still fantasize about him. The microwave dings and brings you out of your dirty daydream and you hurry back into the living room, arms laden with goodies for the girls.

Out in the den, the girls have made room for him on the couch and transferred their cuddling to leaning against him together. "So why don't they talk about Bruno?" He asks, even though he's seen the movie.

The sound of them yelling excitedly at their dad makes you smile as you place the treats in front of them. "He's only asking because he was telling me in the kitchen that he's hoping that's his special song." You say before flashing him a cheeky smile.

He huffs, narrowing his eyes at you when the girls cheer happily. Knowing that he will have to sing now. "When the dogs go crazy, I don't want anyone to blame me."

"I'll get my camera ready," you giggle as you take the seat next to him.

He rolls his eyes but he knows when the time comes he will be crooning (very badly) with the song if for nothing but making his girls happy. "Watch the movie," he grumbles. 

You sink back into the sofa, snapping a shot of Alice and Molly snuggling before watching the movie. All whilst trying really hard not to stare at the man sitting next to you. 

It's easy and innocent enough to lean back, throwing both of his arms along the back of the sofa. Subtly encouraging you to lean towards him if you wanted while the movie plays.

It's almost too natural at how you immediately lean into him, keeping your eyes glued to the screen as you do so. Reaching over you put your hand into the bowl that's resting on his lap and pull out a handful of popcorn.

The air in the room is positively domestic and Dave is enjoying it. Of course he's not going to do anything untoward in front of his daughters, but he enjoys the way you relax around him, glancing over and admiring the view of your tits, noticing that you had put them a bit more on display. Carol was wrong that you wouldn't fuck him.

"It's almost time for your solo," you whisper to him before biting down on your lip to stifle the giggle that is threatening to fall from your lips.

Turning towards you, he pouts and sends you a mildly threatening look playfully. "I'm gonna get you back for this.” He warns.

"I'm sure you will," you say with a smirk, before picking up your phone and opening the camera app. "I'm going to watch this every night." 

Dave sighs, ignoring you and the camera when Alice and Molly sit up. "It's time to sing daddy!" Molly squeals and he has to give in. His shoulders slumping, Dave starts to sing the words that he already knows by heart.

You can't help the massive grin that's spreading across your face, despite knowing that your song is coming up next. The sound of the girls giggling happily at their father butchering the song they love so much warms your heart. You record every second and Dave makes sure to pull a face at the camera the second he's finished. "Beautiful. Just... Wow."

"What's that?" Dave cups his ear. "I can't hear you over the dogs howling outside." He is one thousand percent aware that he is a terrible singer. Off pitched and flatter than a pancake on the best days. 

"Beautiful," you mouth to him before laughing. "That was so good that I think I should suggest that you sing the rest of the songs by yourself."

"Don't you dare." He growls.

"Or what?" You challenge with a smirk.

There's nothing he can really threaten you with. You're too good with the girls and it would be cruel to threaten your job over something so small. Especially when you are just teasing. "I'll spank you." He grunts, voice low so the girls don't hear, too wrapped up in the movie to be paying attention.

You choke on air at his warning, your thighs clamping together, as you’re unable to hide how affected you are. "Noted," you murmur back, before taking a sip of your drink.

He chuckles quietly, turning back to the movie and watching while remaining hyper aware of you squirming beside him.

The rest of the movie goes by without a hitch, apart from feeling the embarrassment that came with the solo Molly insisted you performed. Alice had passed out from exhaustion with about twenty minutes of the movie left and Molly sat there yawning her tiny little head off, "Shall I take Molly up and you can carry Alice?"

"Yeah." Dave sets the bowl on the coffee table and turns towards his sleeping daughter, sprawled all over Molly. "Come on, baby girl." He grunts as he lifts her up and stands. "Time for bed."

"Come on honey," you say to Molly before stretching your hand out to her and grinning when she immediately grabs onto it. "No school tomorrow, so you get to pick a whole new movie for Daddy to sing along with." You tease knowing he can hear.

"Great." He huffs sarcastically, aware that he will sing any songs his girls want. Especially after he and Carol sit them down. He climbs the stairs with his youngest completely asleep in his arms. Luckily, you know how they do and have already dressed them in their pajamas. One night without brushing her teeth won't kill her, so Dave moves to her bedroom and pulls the frilly comforter down to lay her down.

You lead Molly into the girls bathroom and spread some toothpaste on her toothbrush, "I'll put pinky in your bed and switch on your nightlight, okay?" You ask before brushing the hair out of her face. The girls are a delight, you love working for the Yorks and despite the cold shoulder from Carol, you wouldn't change a thing.

By the time Molly is headed towards her bed, Alice is tucked in tight with her own night light turned on. Dave grins when she rushes over to him and demands a hug. He scoops her up and carries her into her bedroom despite being a little too big. "Night, baby girl." He kisses her forehead gently.

"Goodnight, honey," you say with a grin before tucking pinky into the crook of her arm. "Sweet dreams." You follow Dave out the door and gently close it behind you.

He wants to tell you, give you a warning for what is to come, but he doesn't. Instead he turns to you and smiles. "Don't worry about cleaning up downstairs. I'll take care of it. You go and relax."

"Are you sure?" You ask, "I'm dying to watch the new episode of Succession."

"Yeah, I'm sure." Anything he can do to put off going into the bedroom. He doesn't want to deal with Carol and hopefully she'll be asleep by the time he does go up. "You deserve it. Go watch your show and thank you for watching the girls tonight." Carol had told them that mommy and daddy were going out together so he assumed they thought it was a date or something.

"Anytime. I love the girls. And this job. Thank you, Mr. York." You say before briefly reaching out and squeezing his hand. "I'll be sure to make sure the last thing I see tonight is that video." You say with a giggle before skipping off to your room.

He rolls his eyes and goes back downstairs. You are teasing him, but he wonders if you really will watch the video. If the last thought you have before you go to sleep will be about him.

You switch the TV on before slipping into something more comfortable, deciding that just an oversized tee and your panties will be warm enough tonight. You think about the way his hand slid across your back and question whether he really said he'd spank you or if you just imagined it. You shake your head and let yourself get lost in your show, once it's over you'll let yourself fantasize for just a little longer.

Downstairs, Dave takes his time. The TV in the kitchen turned on the news after he picks up the bowl and plates, cups and utensils. Deciding that he would wash them by hand instead of loading the dishwasher, he's aware that it's a stalling tactic but the result will be a spotless kitchen for tomorrow morning.

After an hour or so, you figure Dave would have gone to bed by now and you decide that your craving for ice cream can't be put off any longer. Thinking that no one will see you, you leave your robe on the door and tiptoe downstairs towards the refrigerator.

Finishing up the dishes earlier, Dave is sitting at the counter with a sandwich, watching the late night talk shows. Hungry and bored, he had made himself a quick meal and when he catches sight of someone walking, he looks up. "Hey." He murmurs, trying not to stare at you in your t-shirt and nothing else.

You jump at the unexpected greeting, "Oh god. I thought you'd be asleep by now, I'm so sorry, Mr. York."

"How many times do I have to tell you that 'Dave' is alright?" He asks, rolling his eyes slightly.

“Sorry," you giggle, "Are you not tired? I thought you'd be fast asleep by now." You say as you creep to the freezer, figuring it's easier to just grab the ice cream now, rather than going upstairs for your robe.

"Can't sleep." That is true enough. He shrugs and takes a bite of his sandwich. "Decided you needed something sweet?"

"Yeah, I've been craving ice cream for the last hour. Figured I'd finish the rest off from last night," you say as you gesture to the half eaten pint of cookie dough in your hands. "Well, I'll leave you to it. Let you enjoy some peace for a change, Mr Y-, Dave. Goodnight."

"Goodnight." He almost calls you sweetheart, but he refrains. Watching you as you pull a spoon out of the drawer. 

You smile and nod at him before making your way back upstairs and immediately snuggling back up under the covers. You pull out your phone and watch the video of him from earlier whilst eating your ice cream. You should feel guilty for your attraction to him, but there's something about him that you can't help but be intoxicated by.

Finishing up your ice cream you decide to indulge in your fantasy, imagining his hands creeping up your leg as you sit next to him on the couch. Silently slipping two fingers into your cunt and bringing you to orgasm as his wife is sleeping in their bed. You circle your clit as fast as you can and cum with a silent moan of his name. 

****

The sound of Dave's footsteps finally making their way towards the master bedroom makes Carol smirk. She positions herself at the end of the bed wearing nothing but her lingerie.

When the door opens, Dave's stomach drops when he sees the bedroom light on and his almost ex-wife posing provocatively at the end of the bed. He sighs and shakes his head, closing the door behind him because you are still awake and your door is only thirty feet away. "Carol." He groans. "I'm not in the mood to do this with you right now. He breathes out in frustration.

"Come on baby," Carol mewls, "Come here. I'll show you just how much I've been missing you."

"Just....go to bed, Carol." Dave sighs again, wondering why she is pushing this when she was the one who filed for divorce in the first place.

"Don't be like that, baby," she pushes, reaching back to undo her bra. "You know I'm the only one who knows what you like.”

Carol is beautiful, he's never denied that. Hell, he was proud of that when she wasn't fucking someone else. Now he just turns away when she reveals her breasts to him, walking towards the closet to get some clothes after he showers. "I guess I'm sleeping on the couch again." 

  "Fine," Carol scoffs before climbing into bed and shaking her head. "Keep fantasizing about someone who'll never fuck you, David."

"Careful Carol," Dave warns, his voice coming out from the closet. "You are sounding bitter." He reappears with lounging pants and a t-shirt along with clean boxers. "And I really fucking hate when you call me David."

"Aw, have I struck a nerve, David?" Carol taunts as she watches him walk into the en-suite.

He doesn't answer, just shuts the door and there is the unmistakable sound of the lock clicking. He doesn't trust her not to try to join him in the shower. While he would get hard, he's just a man, he doesn't want to give her the satisfaction of knowing he still finds her physically attractive.

"Asshole," Carol snarls. She would have joined him if he didn't lock the door, wrapped her arms around him and jerked him off before dropping to her knees. She switches off the lamp and stares up at the ceiling. And a few minutes after the shower has been switched on, she hears. The unmistakable sound of his grunts of pleasure, tiptoeing she gets out of bed and makes her way towards the door. Placing an ear against the frame.

His hand is around his cock, eyes closed while his other arm is braced against the shower wall while he strokes himself. Imagining you riding him, you on your knees sucking his cock and looking up at him with those playfully innocent eyes. He knows you aren't, there's no way you are a virgin. "Fuck." He groans, your name spilling from his lips as he works himself closer to cumming.

Carol hisses as she hears her name slip through his lips. "Fucking bitch." She snarls as she stalks back over to the bed and begins to plot on just how to get rid of her.

It doesn't take much longer until he is cumming. Spilling hot ropes of cum over the tiles as he rocks his hips forward into his fist, closing his eyes in bliss once more. Working every drop out of his shaft before he finally starts to soften.

Carol pretends to be asleep as she hears him unlock the door after a while. Internally cursing you both as she thinks about how to make you quit.

Fully dressed, his hair still damp, Dave carries his clothes to drop them in the hamper. Sighing softly when he sees that Carol is apparently asleep, he contemplates going to the couch but decides to get into the bed. Lifting the covers on his side, he slides in and settles.

The urge for Carol to snuggle into him is beaten by her anger. The sound of the woman's name that she had hired falling from his lips makes her stew with anger. If she can't have him, no one can.

The next morning Carol slides out of bed while Dave is still sleeping, pulling on some more comfortable underwear, a shirt and some pajama pants. It's just before 8 and everyone else is still asleep, she walks up to your room and begins to hammer on the door. Hellbent on making you as miserable as she possibly can. She pushes open the door after she hears your sleep filled voice call out a soft ‘hello’.

"We don't hire you to spend all day in bed," she bellows at you, "I have a bunch of errands I need for you to run this morning and they can't wait. Get up. Get showered. Get dressed. You have twenty minutes."

"Yes, of course, Mrs. York," you say whilst pushing yourself up, unsure why she's so pissed off at you. You go over to your drawers and pull out some clear underwear and a sundress before making your way to the family bathroom for a shower. Keeping it short, you wash your hair and clean yourself as quickly as you can before blasting your hair with the hairdryer and brushing your teeth.

As you walk downstairs you see her leaning over the kitchen island scribbling down a list of things which you assume are your tasks for the morning and speaking to a very pissed off looking Dave.

"Good morning." You say meekly as you walk over to the kitchen island, "What did you need me to do?"

Carol sighs before pushing the list towards you, "Me and Dave are taking the girls to breakfast. We have to speak to them this morning, and we don't need anyone breathing down our necks as we do so. Pick up his dry cleaning, do the grocery shopping and make sure that the den has been cleaned by the time we're home. They need to be in a stress free environment. You can go." She says dismissing you after finishing her slightly unhinged rant.

You nod and smile before glancing over at Dave, who looks like he's in utter disbelief. "I'll see you all later."

"There's no need to be such a fucking cunt, Carol." Dave hisses, watching you walk away. "Just because you're pissed off that I didn't roll over and give you what you want doesn't mean you can treat people like shit." Being woken up by her pounding on the door had not put him in a good fucking mood. 

"Oh fuck you, Dave," Carol yells back at him, "She's not so innocent. Dressing like a fucking slut and enticing you. She knows what she's doing... Go wake the girls up, we have a reservation for 9:15."

"Quit yelling." Dave demands, his tone low and deadly. "You need to stop right now."

"Get our kids dressed, David. We have to go tell them that Daddy wants to fuck the nanny." She taunts, her voice barely above a whisper before she turns and makes her way back upstairs to get herself dressed.

"Bitch." Dave growls after her, shaking his head. She is the one who fucked someone else and yet she is framing him as the bad guy. He sighs and shakes his head, heading up the stairs to wake his daughters up, hoping that Carol hadn't woken them with her shouting.

****

The car journey into town passes quickly, whilst you question what you have done to upset Carol so badly replays in your head. You can't think of a single thing. You're always punctual, you're polite and the girls love you. You make dinner every night except Friday when Dave orders takeout and you're always on top of the laundry.

You shake your head as you walk over to the dry cleaners and collect Dave's suits. Paying with the credit card he insisted that you keep on you at all times.

You make sure to collect every item on the shopping list and pick up a few bits that you need and will pay separately for before loading everything into the back of your car. Hoping you have enough time before they're back to put everything away and clear up the den as Carol insisted.

****

Dave's head throbs and his hand tightens around the steering wheel. Carol had managed to do everything she could to make the girls hysterical and fearful of what the future holds with the divorce. "Are you going to leave, daddy?" Molly whimpers, tears staining her cheeks and her shoulders slumped sadly.

"No baby girl, I'm not leaving you." He promises, cursing his wife under his breath as he shoots her a glare. She could have completely avoided this, but her selfish ass wanted to hurt him. "Mommy and daddy aren't going to be married anymore, but daddy is never going to leave you girls." 

Breakfast had been a disaster. She hadn't eased the girls into the idea of the divorce. Just announced that daddy wanted to break up their home and leave. The girls had immediately started crying and he would have murdered her if looks could kill.

Carol smirks as she looks out of the window. They had chatted briefly about how they were going to break the news, but Carol never had an intention of sticking to that plan.

"Daddy will still be living in our house, Molly," Carol remarks, with an emphasis on ‘our’, despite the fact Dave already owned it when they met. "On the bright side, Daddy has agreed to take us all on a nice vacation to Disney World." Carol drops on him. "We can stay in the hotel where you can see the castle."

Dave hisses under his breath, the material of the steering wheel creaking under the pressure of his grip. "That's right, baby girl." He adopts a bright smile as he looks in the rearview mirror as the sniffling momentarily stops. "We will go see all the princesses and get you both tiaras and dresses. What's the name of that place? The Bibbity Bobbity Boutique?" He's a girl dad, he knows what his girls like. "Are you going to be bringing Scott?" He asks Carol, narrowing his eyes at her in warning.

"Who's Scott?" Molly asks immediately, before asking if you were coming too. Carol scowls at the mention of your name and shakes her head, "It'll be just us, baby. Isn't that right, Dave?"

"But I want her to come!" Alice immediately starts to yell, having stayed silent this entire time. "I don't want to go without her! I want her to take me to see Cinderella.

Dave hums and nods. "She'll come, baby girl." He doesn't smile smugly at Carol, because this isn't about hitting at her, it's about his girls being happy. "I promise you.” 

They both begin to cheer and chatter happily in the back, the excitement about disney distracting them from their upset. Carol shakes her head at him as he pulls into the drive away and parks beside your car. "She better have done her tasks," Carol spits before getting out and slamming the door.

"You will be nice or I will have to pull the papers and go for the nastiest fucking divorce I can get." He snarls, issuing his threat before the girls climb out of the car.

"Fuck you," Carol growls back before marching towards the house and leaving Dave to make sure the girls are okay.

The sound of the vacuum cleaning makes her smirk, as she stalks into the den. "Really?" She yells. “I said for it to be finished before we get back. Switch it off and find a movie for the girls. Me and David need to talk to you. Now.”

"Yes, Mrs. York," you mumble, before scrambling to put away the vacuum cleaner. 

Dave quickly herds the kids into the house, aware of how nasty Carol could be to you now that she is not getting her way. His jaw is tight when he marches closer to his ex and glares at her before his expression changes and he smiles at the girls. "Why don't you girls watch a movie?" He suggests. "Or make a list of all the princesses you want to meet."

"We're going to Disney," Molly shouts as she runs towards you, "Daddy said you're coming with us!"

"Oh, wow," you say with a smile, figuring that's what Dave and Carol are about to tell you. "How about you two watch Cinderella whilst I speak with Mommy and Daddy then?"

"No, I want to watch The Princess and the Frog," Alice says with a shake of her head. "Okay, honey," you say whilst pulling up Disney+ and switching on the movie.

Dave and Carol are sitting at opposite ends of the kitchen table when you enter the room, "You wanted to talk?"

"Don't say a fucking word." Dave growls, lifting his hand when Carol opens her mouth and he looks at you. "Sit down," he offers, waiting until you sit before he speaks again. "We took the girls out this morning to tell them that Carol and I are getting a divorce. We signed the papers last night."

"Oh gosh," you say, completely unaware that this was coming. "I'm so sorry.

'It's not your fault." Dave cuts his eyes at Carol, as if daring her to argue that point with him. "But, with the divorce, for the kids, we are both remaining in the house.

"Okay," you say with a nod, "Is there anything I can do to make this easier?"

"You're moving into the basement," Carol snaps, before Dave can answer. "It'll be too upsetting for the girls to see me go downstairs every night.”

"Would you be willing to move into the in-law suite in the basement?" Unlike Carol, he's not going to order you to move down there. "That's what Carol meant to ask." He hisses. "That way she can move into your room? You will have more privacy down there." 

"Of course," you reply immediately, "That makes perfect sense. I can start moving my things down there in a moment and be settled in for tonight."

"Thank you." Dave offers you a smile and ignores the scoff that comes from Carol. "I'm going to go ahead and apologize if things are tense around here while we accept that this is happening." Those words are directed towards Carol even if they are spoken to you. "But let me know if there are any issues. You are employed by me." 

You nod politely at him avoiding Carol's gaze. "I'll start now, if that's okay?"

Dave nods. "Go ahead." He sighs. "Let me know if you need any help."

"Thank you, Mr. York." You say, making your way up the stairs.

It doesn't take long until you've packed everything into boxes and emptied your drawers and closet. It'll take a few trips up and down to get everything out of the room, but at least it'll keep you out of Mrs. York's line of fire.

"I'm sure you'd love to help her," Carol scoffs before picking up her car keys and announcing she's off to her sisters for a few drinks.

"Say hi to Scott." Dave calls out sarcastically, sighing as she flips him a finger.

****

The basement is surprisingly nice. The Yorks had it remodeled just before you moved in and you'll have your own bathroom down here which is a bonus. Everything is modern with a sleek TV on the wall. It all looks untouched You start to unpack your clothing and hang it up in the closet before venturing back upstairs and collecting a few more boxes of your stuff.

Dave is scrolling on his phone perched at the end of the kitchen island and it makes you smile to see how invested he is in whatever he's reading, "Did you want me to make the girls lunch?" You ask quietly. 

“I’m sorry." Dave murmurs, setting his phone down and looking up at you. "I don't know why she's being such a bitch, but don't let her abuse you." Now that it's just the two of you, he can be a little more blunt. He knows why she's being nasty, but that's not how he wants you to find out that he's interested in you.

"Don't apologize," you say with a shrug, stepping closer to him. "I can't imagine what you're both going through right now, but I meant what I said, if there's anything I can do to help... Please don't hesitate to ask."

“I appreciate that." He does, nodding and giving you a small smile. "I just want to make sure the girls aren't affected too much." He reaches out and pats your shoulder. "I'll make the girls lunch. You too.”

"Thank you, Dave." You say with a grin, before briefly rubbing his shoulder in return. "I'll check on the girls." They're sitting on the couch together, snuggled up and speaking in their own little language and you see the movie has ended. "Finding Nemo next?" You ask quietly and they both nod in your direction before turning back and continuing their little discussion. 

In the kitchen, Dave opts to throw together grilled ham and cheese sandwiches along with some tomato soup. A good comfort food on a day where everyone could use a little bit of comfort. Knowing that the girls like extra cheese on their sandwiches, he makes them exactly how they like and cuts them into triangles and sets them on a plate along with some grapes and their little bowls of soup. "Girls! Lunch is ready."

"Come on, babies," you say before pausing the TV, "Nemo will be here when you get back... Or not. I don't know if he's missing yet."

The girls follow you into the kitchen and take their usual seats and you find yourself sitting next to Dave. "This looks delicious."

"Comfort food." He reaches out and tugs on Molly's braid playfully. "The monkeys like it." He teases, making both girls groan at him.

"It looks great. And here I was thinking you only knew how to order pizza. What other secrets are you keeping from me?" You giggle at him.

Dave chuckles, smirking slightly. "If you only knew." He teases, picking up half of his sandwich and taking a bite. "How is your move coming along?"

"A few more boxes to go. But all my clothes are unpacked and put away. Just need to bring the boxes and my bed covers. Hoping I can get it done in two trips.”

"I'll help you." Dave volunteers as he dips the sandwich in the soup. "I appreciate you doing this. Honestly, I had thought you should have that space when you took the job, since it's more room and privacy." It's a good little space. Like a small apartment and it allows you to come and go without going through the house if you wanted. 

"Thank you." You say at the offer of help. "Can I ask why you've never used it before?" You ask quietly, "It's gorgeous down there. I feel like I need to start paying you rent." 

"We were keeping it open in case Carol's parents needed to come live with us." Dave shrugs slightly, not really sure why she was so insistent that it be built but not used. "But right now, that's not going to happen."

"Oh." You say quietly, "If it does, will I get a notice period?" You say, panic rising at the thought of losing your home and your job all in one day.

"It won't happen." The house is his. It had been his before he married Carol and while he was letting her live here while the girls were young, she would have zero say in what happened here. "I promise you."

"Okay," you say, unable to disguise your relief. You eat the rest of your lunch in comfortable silence, the girls eventually nagging you for a bowl of popcorn to take back into the den with them. "Is it okay?" You ask Dave, who's clearly amused at how they're already asking for more food.

"Yeah." He knows they are still shaken from breakfast. They hadn't even touched their food because they were so upset.

"Whatever they want today." He lifts his brows at them. "But only today."

"Popcorn it is," you say as you reach into the pantry and pull out their favorite kind. "I'll bring it in for you. Molly knows how to unpause the movie anyway." You say before they scramble back into the den. You look over at Dave who's back scrolling his phone as you microwave the popcorn, "So... Disney?" You ask with an amused laugh. "That's one way to soften the blow."

"That wasn't my idea." Dave grunts. "She's the one who wanted the divorce and now that I've agreed to it, she's making my life hard." He shakes his head. "Now she's trying to get me to take her back and that's not happening.

"Oh," you mumble under your breath, "I'm really sorry you're going through this, Dave. You're a good man. A really good man." The microwave pings and you turn around to fill the bowl. "I'll take this to the girls." 

"Not really." He knows he's not a good man. He's okay with that. He's a good father, a good provider. He had thought he was a pretty good husband but that was proven false. “Thanks." He murmurs as you carry the bowl out of the kitchen.

“I think you are," you say with a shrug as you walk out of the room and into the den. "Try to chew it this time," you say before handing the girls the bowl, "Do not inhale it."

"Nope!" Alice giggles and grins as she shoves a handful of the popcorn in her mouth.

"Monkey," you say with a mock growl, "Be good you two, I'll be back after I've finished moving my stuff into my new room." Walking back into the kitchen you decide to fill the dishwasher before announcing that you're going upstairs to get your last few boxes.

Dave shoves the last dish into the dishwasher and wipes his hands. The kitchen is clean so Carol can't bitch at you about not doing your job even though on Saturday's it wasn't your responsibility to clean up.

You make your way upstairs and hear his footsteps follow behind you as you walk into your now old room.

"What's left?" He asks, although he sees the boxes on the bed. He picks up the two and hums. "Pretty heavy.”

You feel your face immediately flush with heat as you see the box he has in his hands, and you begin to pray he doesn't look down. You had purposely left it up here, to make sure that the girls weren't around when you carried it downstairs. "Just these. And the bed covers," you say, trying to draw his attention away from what's in the top box.

"Okay." Dave notices that you seem nervous and he wonders why until he looks down into the box. He smirks slightly and doesn't say anything, not wanting to embarrass you quite yet.

"I can take those," you say, stepping towards him, "You should….. You should go spend time with the girls. I don't want to take up your time."

"No, I'm good." He twists the boxes out of your reach and hustles towards the door. "I'll help you unpack once I get these downstairs.” 

"You really don't have to," you call after him as he exits the room, the only thing left to grab is your bed covers. Which you do as quickly as you can before running after him.

Dave grins when you can't see him, speeding up as he rushes down the stairs and heading towards the basement entrance. Putting some distance between the two of you without making it obvious.

When you finally catch up to him, he's standing in front of your bed still clutching your boxes. "Thank you," you say, throwing your bed covers onto the bed and reaching over to try and take the box from him.

"You're awfully protective of these boxes." He teases. "Hiding a dead body inside? Doesn't seem heavy enough, but maybe it's pieces of someone." 

"Something like that," you say with an awkward giggle, "Thank you again for helping, but I don't want to keep you. I'm sure you have much better things to do.”

Dave gives the boxes over and hums. Walking towards the door. "Hey-" he pauses as he opens it and looks back at you. "Silk bags are better to store your toys in. Learned that the hard way." He winks at you and steps out, closing the door behind him.

"Fuck," you mumble as you throw yourself back on to your bed, unsure how you're ever going to show your face ever again.

****

Hours later, you still haven't shown your face and Dave wonders if it's pure embarrassment that keeps you trapped in the basement. Maybe he shouldn't have said anything. Opening the basement door, he calls downstairs. "I've ordered dinner, whenever you want to come up." The girls have been coloring and he knows they are going to get hungry soon. Carol still hasn't come home but he's not worried about that.

After putting the finishing touches on your room, you can't help but think thankful that he's ordered dinner. Your tummy growls in appreciation as the smell starts wafting down into the basement. "I'm coming," you yell back up at him, and then groan at your poor choice of words.

Dave doesn't comment, just closes the door and goes back to dish up the kids plates. He knows they will be happy with his selection. "Girls! Dinner!"

You enter the room and notice that Dave's dishing out the food. To be helpful you get everyone a drink before asking if Carol is back.

"No." He doesn't have any opinion about it either way and while you have been downstairs organizing your room, he's been moving her things into your old bedroom, even going so far as to make the bed. She wouldn't have any excuse to try to share the bed with him again tonight.

"Do you want a beer? Or some wine?" You ask, as you pour the girls some juice. "And thank you, this looks delicious."

"Nah, I'm going to have some water tonight. But you can have whatever you want." He makes sure you know that he doesn't expect you to abstain just because he's not drinking.

"Water sounds good," you say, as you get two large glasses and add some ice. "Thank you for your help earlier, and I apologize if that made you uncomfortable. I would have never agreed to let you help if I had remembered."

Dave snorts and shakes his head. "I am a grown man, you think that I haven't seen plenty of them?" He asks, not mentioning exactly what they are since the girls are eating. "Bought them. Been in a store surrounded by them. Even have a few of my own.”

"Oh, yeah, of course," you splutter, wondering which ones he has for himself. "I-uh-I just wanted to make sure.”

He smirks slightly as he takes the glass you had poured for him and motions to the table. "Sit down and eat." He tells you. "It's not pizza this time."

"It looks good," you say quietly, "So what movie is Daddy singing along to tonight?" You ask the girls.

"No singing," Molly says with a serious little shake of her head, "We are watching Stuart Little. No songs in that."

"Stuart Little might be my new favorite movie." Dave huffs, sitting down and grinning at the girls. Since Carol has stopped yelling and screeching, the girls have calmed down and asked him several questions about the situation.

"So popcorn and movie snacks for dessert?" You ask, already knowing the answer.

"Yay!!!!" The twin cheers from the girls makes Dave chuckle and he shakes his head. 

"You two are going to turn into popcorn." 

"You're not allowed to eat us," Alice declares before taking another bite of her dinner. The rest of dinner is spent listening to Alice tell you that Dave once fought a bear and because her Daddy is the ‘bestest and the strongest’, he won.

"Go change into your pajamas and get settled into the living room," you tell the girls after they finish their dinner. "Me and your Daddy will get the movie ready."

"At least they aren't crying anymore." Dave could strangle Carol for the way she handled the entire situation. "I'll do anything to make sure they don't have a day like today again."

"Kids are more resilient than we give them credit for," you say, briefly squeezing his hand. "I'll clear up, and you make the popcorn?"

"It's technically your day off and you've had a shit day." He reminds you with a huff.

"No, I haven't," you say, "I got to move into a new room and now I'm about to snuggle up with my favorite people on the world's most comfortable couch... That's not a shit day."

It sounds pretty good when you put it like that. "Okay." He gives in, shaking his head. "I'll make the popcorn and get the snacks."

"Perfect." you say whilst beginning to load the plates into the dishwasher, "But Dave, I do need to ask you an important question before we go and start the movie though…”

"What is it?" He frowns in concern, wondering if you are about to demand a raise or needing to renegotiate how much you are watching the girls.

"I really need to know... just how many bears you've fought?" You say with a loud giggle.

Dave chuckles and rolls his eyes. "Just one bear." He promises. "Mean bastard."

"Remind me to never get on your bad side." You get everyone a drink and wait patiently for Dave to pass you the popcorn. "Come on Daddy, the girls are waiting." You say with a grin.

Dave grunts quietly and tries to ignore the way his cock twitches. The comment is innocent enough, although his own thoughts are not.

As expected Molly and Alice are snuggled up comfortably on the couch wrapped in their favorite blanket waiting patiently to start the movie. Dave sits next to them and in turn you sit next to him, hoping he'll do as he did last night so you can innocently lean into him. "Okay, girls. It’s Stuart Little time," you announce before pressing play.

There's something very cozy and domestic about the feeling in the house. Dave sighs, relaxed for the first time today and leans back. His arms automatically spread across the back of the couch and he smiles as he looks down at his girls.

You lean into him and cover yourself with the spare blanket, the girls watch the movie with an intensity that makes you and Dave share a look. A look that makes you think about just how handsome he is, and without realizing it, you're staring. Taking in his features and wondering how his lips taste.

Dave is aware that you are staring at him but he keeps his eyes on the TV. Not wanting there to be a moment where he forgets his kids are sitting next to him.

The sound of the credits rolling pulls you out of your daydream, and you smile as you hear the girls plead with Dave to let them share a room tonight.

"Of course you two can sleep in the same bed." Dave wouldn't deny them, not tonight. He groans as he stands. "Come on girls. Time to brush your teeth and I'll tuck you in. Say Goodnight."

"Goodnight, babies," you say as they both give you a big cuddle. You get up, so you can start to clean up as Dave takes them upstairs.

Making sure to wash the popcorn bowls up by hand and wipe down the counters. It isn't long until you hear Dave coming back downstairs. "Asleep already?"

"Thank god." Dave groans quietly, allowing his defenses to come down now that the kids are asleep. "Hopefully they don't have any bad dreams."

"They'll be okay, they'll snuggle up with each other and sleep fine. So, what's your plans for the rest of the evening Mr. York?"

"Move the last of Carol's stuff to her new room." Dave rolls his eyes, annoyed that she had wormed her way out of the task but he wasn't giving her an excuse to stay.

"Sounds fun," you say, before briefly rubbing his shoulders. "Do you think she'll be back tonight?" 

"To be honest, I don't have a clue." Dave shrugs. "She's probably with her personal trainer."

"Oh," you mumble, "She's... I don't know. Crazy. You're… yeah. I don't know how anyone could have you, and take you for granted. I'm sorry, Dave.”

"Don't be sorry. It's - you didn't do it." He shrugs. "But she might try to attack you and for that, I'm sorry.”

"I'm tougher than I look," you say with a smile, "But honestly, I don't understand why she's so mad at me."

"She thinks- well," Dave sighs and decides to be honest. "She knows that I'm- attracted to you and she's convinced that I wanted to get a divorce so I could sleep with you. Rather than it being because she cheated."

"You're attracted to me?" you mumble quietly, “I never realized."

"You're beautiful, kind and great with my children." Dave shrugs. "I don't mean to make you uncomfortable and I would never act on it."

"Why?" You ask a little too quickly, "I'm not uncomfortable."

"I-" he stops talking and stares at you. "Are you saying you want me to act on it?" He asks.

"Yes. I mean you’re not together anymore, right? And we’re both adults. So, yes." You say, before biting down on your lip. "But only if you want to." 

Dave exhales slowly and he steps closer to you. "The papers are signed but it's not official yet." He explains, wanting to be transparent. "Do you want to wait?"

"Do you want to wait?" You ask, before moving closer to him. "I'm not going to pretend I don't feel a little guilty.. but the thoughts I have about you…”

"What kind of thoughts have you had?" He's intrigued about that, smirking slightly as he waits for your answer.

"So many," you admit shyly, "I think about how you'd groan with your cock in my mouth."

"Shit." He hisses quietly, thinking about how he would groan too as his cock twitches. "What else?"

"Your hands, I got off last night to the thought of you playing with my pussy on your couch." You whisper, feeling your cheeks heat up as you admit your secrets to him. 

"You thought about me fingering you while watching the movie?" He asks, chuckling slightly.

"No," you say, shaking your head, "I imagined we were alone. Everyone was asleep. You had your hand over my mouth forcing me to keep quiet."

He smirks and watches you fidget under his intense stare. "Interesting."

"I think about you a lot," you say as his eyes burn into you.

He hadn't known that, but it's very intriguing for him to find out. His eyes darken and the thrill of Carol being completely wrong courses through his veins and makes him harder than a rock. You want him and it's a very heady thought. "So you wouldn't say no if I wanted to kiss you?"

"No, I'd really like that."

Dave hums, reaching out to grab your waist and he slowly draws you closer. The idea that this is wrong is still there, burning softly and yet it adds to the thrill of the moment. His eyes drift down to your lips and licks his own.

You slightly rock up onto your tiptoes, to move your face closer to his. Feeling impatient as his breath fans out on your lips, but waiting for him to make that move and to finally capture your lips.

He keeps his eyes on yours, leaning in and reaching up to cup the back of your head. Angling it just so as he presses his lips against your far more gently than he wants to.

Your hands find purpose on his chest, pulling him closer before increasing the pressure on his lips. You kiss him with an intensity that you've never kissed anyone before, your tongue silently pleading for entry as you lick along his bottom lip.

He's surprised that you are trying to take the lead. Making him growl and open his mouth but it's his own tongue that slides out, pushing into your mouth as he takes control.

You can't help but moan into his mouth as he takes control. The grip he has on you is tightening as presses you up against the kitchen island and grinds his hard cock against you.

It might be too much too soon for you but Dave cannot quite rein himself in. Too long pining after you and wondering what you would taste like, how you would respond, has him eagerly greedy for you. His hands slide down to your ass and he fills both hands, groaning as he pulls his lips away to nip and lick along your throat.

"Dave," you moan as he sucks your neck, his hands grabbing and squeezing you as you dig your fingernails into his clothed chest. "Need more." You beg, pleading for more over and over as he continues to drag his lips across your neck.

He mouths at your pulse and groans, finding your begging to be the sexiest thing that he has heard in forever. His cock twitches and jumps against your stomach as he kisses back up to your mouth and his hands slide under your dress to cup your ass under your panties. 

Reluctantly you pull your lips from his and you break the kiss, "If we don't move somewhere now, I'm going to let you fuck me on your kitchen island, Dave."

As much as he wants to just bury himself inside you right here, he doesn't want the girls to find him like this. Or for Carol to walk in. Groaning he squeezes your ass harshly and pulls away, panting slightly. "Upstairs." He decides, grabbing your hand and immediately starts dragging you towards the staircase.

You giggle as he drags you up the stairs, taking the stairs two at the time whilst you run to keep up with him.

Once you are on the top floor, Dave spins you around and presses you up against the wall, his mouth latching onto yours again and his hands diving back under your dress to get under your panties.

"Fuck," you moan breathlessly, as he circles your clit with two fingers. "Please, don't stop."

"I’m not." Dave growls, hating how he cannot move his hand like he wants to and despite telling you he won't stop, he pulls his hand out of your panties and reaches into his pants pocket to pull out a knife.

Flicking it open, the blade slices through the thin material at your hip and he switches hands around your back to cut the other side off of you and let them drop to the floor in a ruined heap.

"You're replacing those," you say with a smirk, as he thrusts a finger inside of you.

"Sure." He groans, closing the blade with one hand and shoving it back into the other pocket as he feels your walls clench around him. "I’ll get right on that."

"You better," you tease, as he works magic with his fingers.

Thrusting in and out of your cunt as you crumble around him. Watching through your lashes as he pulls a stream of pleasure from you without breaking a sweat.

It's only a short distance to the bedroom, but Dave can't move. Not when his fingers are buried inside you and the whimpers pour out of your mouth like a prayer. He wants to make sure that you are ready to spend all night in his bed, filled with his cock.

Your hands grip onto him with all your might, your legs threatening to give way as your orgasm is rapidly approaching. Not wanting to make too much noise, you sink your teeth into his neck and suck as he picks up the pace.

Your name is a quiet hiss as he curls his fingers, desperately wanting you to cum so he can get you into his bed.

The sound of your name slipping through his gritted teeth is enough to send you flying over that edge, clamping down and soaking his fingers as you whimper into his neck.

Your body sags into the way, would have crumpled into the floor if he wasn't pinning you there as you cum for him. Soaking his fingers and making him groan at how tight your little cunt gets when you cum.

"Bedroom," you plead, as you fight the urge to fall to the floor. Pleasure still coursing through your veins as he pulls his fingers out of you.

"Come on." Dave guides you towards the door and opens it to reveal his now empty bedroom. Most of the shit decorating it was Carol's and it was now in boxes in the room you had used to sleep in.

"How do you want me?" You ask as he leads you into his bedroom.

"Lay down." Dave orders, eager to see you spread out on the bed he had shared with Carol. The bed that he had imagined you in several times now.

"Yes sir." Walking backwards you keep your eyes glued to his as you settle back on his bed, and await your next command.

He stares at you. Reaching for the hem of his worn soft t-shirt to pull over his head. Thankful that it's not a work day and he's not battling with dozens of buttons on his dress shirts. "Fuck."

"Been dying to see those broad shoulders up close," you admit as he moves closer to you.

"I'm not exactly sporting a six pack." He's still in good shape but he's older. Harder areas have gone soft because of lack of dedication to the gym.

"You look fucking delicious," you say as your fingers creep down your torso towards your dripping wet cunt. "So fucking good."

Dave grunts, stepping forward and grabbing the front of your dress. It's like you tease him with the flirty, flowy fabrics and he rips it right down the middle.

"Are you planning on ruining everything I own, Mr. York?" You say, as you look down as your shredded sundress.

"I might." He chuckles smugly, smirking as he finishes ripping it completely in two. "Then you'll walk around naked."

"Seems wildly inappropriate," you giggle, as you pull him in for a kiss. "You're replacing that as well by the way."

He rolls his eyes, leaning you back and pressing you into the bed as he starts to kiss you again.

Your hands find the buckle of his belt and start to undo it, before pulling it out of his jeans. "Take them off," you order against his lips, desperate to feel all of him.

He knows you are eager but the fast that you are trying to strip him makes him grin. Pulling away, he stands at the end of the bed and flicks the button of his jeans open before dragging the zipper down.

"Hurry," you whine, as he takes his time. A grin splashed across his face as he watches you writhe impatiently for him.

"Hmmmm." He pulls his jeans and boxers down to the thatch of curls at the base of his cock, just showing you the beginning of his shaft as he pushes it down. "You want to see?"

"Yes," you say far too quickly, "I want to see."

He chuckles again and lets you see his cock one inch at a time as he drags it down enough until the head is springing free and his cock bounces up to jut out from its confines.

"Fuck," you exhale, at the sight of it. It's big. Bigger than you've ever seen, and you salivate just looking at it. "How is that going to fit?"

"It'll fit." He promises, wrapping his hand around it and kicking off the jeans and boxers from his ankles. "It'll stretch you out and fill you up, but he'll fit."

“I’m going to be feeling you for days," you say, before moving up and kneeling in front of him. Tentatively you reach out and take him in your hands, giving him a few languid strokes.

"How many guys have you fucked?" He asks, wanting to know more about your experience than body count.

"One," you say with a shrug, "We were together for a few years.”

"So you probably haven't been fucked in many positions other than missionary, or riding." He huffs.

"I like reverse cowgirl," you tell him, before mimicking his huff.

"Very fancy." He chuckles, pushing you back into the bed and crawling after you.

"Are you mocking me, Mr. York? Just because I've not gotten much experience, doesn't mean that I don't know what I like... Or what I'd like to try."

"Not mocking." His playful face drops and he stares down at you. "Teasing. I was trying to put you at ease."

“Well, stop teasing, and fuck me, Dave.”

“Yes madam." Dave grunts, willing to follow orders if it means he gets to fuck you. He picks up one of your legs and shuffles closer.

You're completely pliant for him, letting him mold and twist your body however he wants ready for him to push into you. "I'm on birth control," you say as he reaches over to his drawers, "You can go bare if you want to.”

Dave stops and stares at you for a moment, weighing his options. "I was tested when I found out she was cheating.” Dave grunts. "She has Chlamydia." He had been furious while taking the antibiotics, but still he hadn't said anything. That was why he stopped fucking her.

"Are you clean? I got tested before I got this job. And the only action I've seen has been from my special box."

"I finished up the antibiotics two months ago. Haven't touched her since." He promises. "Had my follow up a month ago with a clean bill of health.

"It's up to you," you say before propping yourself up and giving him a kiss. "Just decide and fuck me already, York."

He snorts, amused by your impatience. "Then I'm going to fuck you raw so you can feel me for days and drip my cum for hours."

The whimper that you make from his words alone, makes him grin. As you pull him closer to you, ready to feel him split your little pussy wide open.

Dave lines up, teasing your clit with the head of his cock before he lines up with your dripping cunt. His eyes meet yours before he pushes the head of his fat cock inside you.

You wince, the stretch of him sharper than just a sting as he starts to split you open. "More," you plead, with a shaky breath.

"Watch." He orders you, wanting you to see him split your cunt open.

You nod yes as you position yourself to watch him fill you up, your fingertips gripping onto the sheets as you brace yourself for what's to come.

Dave resists the urge to bury himself inside your tight heat. Slowly stretching you out and watching as your lips pull wide to take him.

"Dave," you whimper, as he inches himself into you. He's overwhelming, everyone of your nerve ends are a-light as he consumes you. It's a little too much but not enough all at

once.

"It's okay." He promises you, reaching up and caressing your cheek as he pushes deeper. 

You whisper in response as he continues to inch himself in, "It's so big, Dave."

He chuckles and continues to slowly bury himself inside you until he is finally grinding against your pelvis.

"Fuck, Dave" you whine, as your fingernails dig into his collarbone, "It's a- it's so fucking big." 

"You took it." He reminds you.

"Move," you beg, wanting the pain to be eclipsed by pleasure, "Make me cum.”

Dave braces his weight on his hands and pulls his hips back. Ready to destroy you with the pace he is going to set.

"Are you going to make me beg? Or are you going to fuck me?"

The smirk he sends you is full of promise as he slams his hips forward to steal your breath and make your eyes cross.

He knocks the wind out of you, your chest heaving up and down as you gasp for breath as he begins his relentless pace. Fucking you deeper into his mattress with every thrust.

Now that he's broken the spell, he grits his teeth. Keeping his hips rocking hard and deep as he drills into you, fucking you like he's imagined.

The noises he pulls from you are dripping in sin, every moan and gasp of his name getting louder and louder as he fucks into you, dragging his cock against that little spot of heaven inside of you every time. He snarls something at you that you don't quite catch, seconds before you clamp down hard around him and everything temporarily goes black. Pleasure coursing through you as he continues his harsh pace.

Reaching back, he's dragging your legs up to shove them onto his shoulder. Folding you over so he can thrust even deeper.

"Oh fuck,” you gasp, as he shows no signs of slowing down. Fucking deeper and harder with every snap of his hips, "Fuck, Dave.”

Your fingernails dig into his shoulders and he groans when he feels the first flutterings of your pussy start to clench around him like a vice.

He throws you off the edge which a grunt of your name as you start to cum hard, your pussy clamping down so hard that you feel his hips stutter and his cock start to throb.

"Shit." Your cunt is tight and it's almost pathetic how quickly he is cumming. He groans your name and starts to paint your walls with his sticky seed.

He cums long and hard, every thrust filling you up more and more as your cunt milks him dry of his pleasure. He drops down on you, bearing his weight on his elbows as he rests his forehead against yours.

"Fuck." He hisses quietly, panting to catch his breath. He kisses your lips a few times and then pulls back to examine your face. "Are you good?"

"Really good," you say with a smile, "But I don't think I'll be able to walk normally for the next week."

He chuckles and leans down to press his lips to yours once more. "Then I did my job.”

"Dave," you say softly, as he gently pulls out of you, "Was it as good as you had imagined?"

He snorts and rolls over to the side so he can pull you against him. "Better."

"Good," you say as you nuzzle into him, wrapping yourself around him before murmuring into his neck, "A very very handsome but impatient man just ripped my clothes to shreds, so i'm going to need you to set an alarm so I can sneak downstairs, so no one catches me walking around naked."

"You can steal my bathrobe." Dave chuckles quietly, his hand rubbing up and down your back with an easy tenderness.

"I’d rather just wrap myself up in you," you say as you close your eyes, sleep beginning to take over. "Goodnight, Dave."

He hums, surprised that you had so easily decided to fall asleep on him. Your body is completely draped over him and he doesn't mind at all. 

The sound of little cries coming from down the hall wake you both. Alice has clearly woken up from a bad night terror, and you glance at the clock. 4:27am.

"Shit." Dave groans quietly, shifting you off of him and rolling to his side to get up. "I'll check on her."

"My panties," you remind him, you cut them off in the hall.

He grunts at you as he swipes his boxers up off the ground to tug on. He can't walk into his daughter's bedroom bare assed. "Got it."

"Grumpy," you grunt back at him with a giggle, before snuggling up to his pillow. Knowing Alice will just need a drink of juice and a cuddle from Daddy and she'll be sound asleep in no time.

You can hear him, the way he speaks to her in a hushed calming tone as he reassures and soothes her fears. Despite his reluctance to accept it, he really is a good man, and an even better father.

It's evident that Carol never came home last night, obviously preferring to spend the night with her lover, so Dave comes back into the room and drops your ruined panties next to the torn off dress and climbs back into the bed with you. Wrapping his arms around you and dragging you back to his chest. "Few more hours." He mumbles, kissing your lips.

You hum happily against his lips, tangling yourself back up in him. "Alice okay?"

"She's good." His hand stays on your back, keeping you anchored. It's been a long time since he's slept like this with Carol, and he didn't remember sleeping as well as he had before Alice woke up. "Bad dream."

"Poor thing," you say, as pepper a kiss on his lips. Sleep threatens to pull you back under as you yawn quietly.

"Go back to sleep baby." Dave grunts softly. "Them wanting breakfast will come way too soon."

A few hours pass much too quickly, and you groan as the alarm rings out on his phone. "Everything aches," you mumble into his warm skin, "Everything."

"Stay here." Dave isn't exactly a morning person, but the military has conditioned him to get up and get moving. He kisses your forehead as he starts to shift you off of him. "I'll get the girls up and get breakfast started. Take a hot bath."

"Thank you," you mumble, "Will you bring me up some clothes? I could take the girls to Dunkin’ after my bath if you want?"

"I'll get you some." He promises, smiling at your want to make the day good for his girls. "We could do that. If they aren't full."

"Yeah?" You say as you lift yourself up, completely aware of how exposed you are but uncaring. "We could take them to the park or something afterwards."

"Something." He agrees, his dark eyes drinking in the sight of your sleep warm, sexy figure in his bed. "How much more do you need to do in your room?" He asks. "I need to get new locks for my door and I'll put some on your suite door."

"Naughty boy," you say with a shake of your head, "I have a box to unpack and that's it. I think I might go to Target and get some bits to make it more homely if you're good with me hanging up pictures?"

"Sweetheart....” he frowns and wonders if that is why you hadn't hung anything up in your room. Did Carol say something to you? "That is your space. Nothing spackle and paint couldn't fix. Decorate it however you want."

"No," you say, before forcing yourself out of the bed, "I just didn't want to overstep. I'm going to have my bath, please don't forget to bring me some clothes."

"'ll go get them right now." He promises, sending you a small wink before he changes into some lounging clothes.

"Thanks baby," you say as you slide into the bathroom, and run yourself a hot bath. Hoping it relieves a little bit of the ache between your legs.

Downstairs, Dave stops short when he sees Carol in the kitchen, cooking as if nothing has changed. He doesn't say anything, just sighs as he notices she is wearing something new and moves to go down to the in-law suite.

The urge to have a long soak to ease your aching muscles is beaten out by the urge to spend time with Dave and the girls. You steal a little of his shampoo and body wash, before listening out to hear his footsteps, so you can get out and get dried and dressed.

Dave gathers your clothes, ignoring the comment that is probably supposed to be some sort of scathing remark from his wife as he walks past her. Carrying them upstairs, he sets them on the bed and proceeds to get dressed completely so he can take you and the girls and leave if he needs to.

"Hey," you say with a smile, as you enter the bedroom. Blissfully unaware that Carol is back in the house, and is likely powering up for a huge argument. "Good choice. I love this dress. Thank you.”

"You're welcome." Dave had slipped on the wedding ring as a habit, he rarely took it off, but he decides to set it inside the box where his watches are kept. "Come down whenever you want, but....Carol decided to come home."

"Ok," you say quietly, with a little nod. Noticing the change in his demeanor, you decide to keep your distance. "Are you ok?"

"I'm good." He promises you, reaching out and caressing your cheek. "If you don't want to be involved in all this bullshit, I won't blame you."

 "Too late," you say with a small smile, reaching up on your tiptoes and pressing a kiss to his lips. "I'll get dressed and we can go out. Take the girls to get donuts like we said."

"Good girl." Dave smirks and sends you another wink before he slips out of the room. Once the door closes, his face drops and hardens. He sighs, deciding to not wake the girls as he goes back downstairs to face his soon to be ex.

You take your time getting dressed, and eventually decide it's time to face the music. 'They're no longer together, you didn't do anything wrong,’ you repeat over and over as you make your way downstairs. "Where are the girls?" You ask Dave as you enter the kitchen.

"Still asleep." Dave glances towards Carol. "All your things have been moved to the other bedroom." He tells her.

Carol scoffs, "Clearly you had to make room for something else in our bedroom."

"We no longer have a bedroom." Dave reminds her, frowning. "You will not start shit in front of the girls or I will make you regret it."

"Sure, you will," Carol snarls. "What was the point of moving the little slut into the basement if you're going to have her up there anyway?"

"I'll go get the girls up." You say with a shake of your head, not wanting to listen to what's inevitably about to go down.

"Thank you." Dave spares you a glance before he raises his eyebrows at Carol's obvious attempt to create some kind of family meal. "Enjoy your food by yourself."

"The girls will be down to join me soon enough, David." Carol says before stepping out in front of him. "Are you done? Are you satisfied? You've fucked the whore now… Let's just move on past all of this."

He steps back when she tries to touch him. "Carol, stop." He huffs sternly. "This is not going to happen."

"Come on, baby," she huffs, "We've both had our fun and now we can get back to what really matters, us. Plus, we have a few friends coming for dinner tonight."

He pulls away when she once again tries to reach for him, frowning in annoyance. "Why do you have people coming over, Carol?" He demands. "We are getting a divorce."

"Because it's been a while," Carol sighs, "And maybe that's what we need. To remember who we are. My Mom is going to pick the girls up around five and she can find somewhere else for the night."

"There is no we anymore." He groans, rolling his eyes and irritated that she has obviously made plans without consulting him. Plans that include him. "You wanted this divorce. Why are you doing this now?"

Carol shakes her head, not willing to answer any questions and begins to walk back over to the counter, "Just tell her she can't stay here tonight, David. They'll be here at 7."

"She can be down in her room." Dave counters. "I will not be kicking her out for some insane dinner party you have decided to throw."

"Fine, but she's to stay there. I don't want her ruining our evening." She huffs before stirring the burning eggs, and shaking her head again.

****

You wake and dress the girls, taking time to do their hair as they requested before taking them downstairs. The smell of burned food makes you grimace as they run excitedly in the kitchen towards Dave. "They're excited for donuts."

"I've made breakfast." Carol insists, motioning towards the table. "We will eat as a family.”

"I promised them donuts." Dave doesn't normally go against Carol's wishes, but she doesn't get to just show up and throw off his own plans in her attempt to make a happy little family picture. The time for that is gone. "Hey babies.” He grunts when they slam into him and wraps his arms around their little bodies. "You girls want to go get in my car?" He asks, looking over at you. "We're gonna go get those donuts you wanted."

"Sorry, Mrs- Sorry," you stutter, unsure what to call her now. Before walking over to Dave. "I didn't think... Me and Dave had said we were taking them for donuts and then to the park."

The pan slams down on the counter as Carol glares at you. "When did you decide what my girls do?" She hisses

"I don't," you say, keeping your voice steady, "As I said it was discussed with Dave. You weren't here." You say before turning to face Dave, "I'm going to go and get them strapped in. See you out there." 

"So you just replace me." Carol demands, this time keeping her voice low as the girls are quickly shuttled out of the room and the house. "Just that easily?

Dave sighs and shakes his head. "Don't start this shit, Carol." He groans. "I don't want to continue fighting. If you do...I'm going to have to make you leave.”

"Fuck you," she hisses before slamming her hand down on the counter, "I won't be here when you get back as I'm going to get the groceries for dinner. Have the decency to make sure the table is set for our friends and the girls have an overnight bag packed."

"Cancel the dinner party, Carol." Dave glares at her and swipes his keys up off the counter. "Or take them out to eat. I don't want to have dinner and pretend to still be your husband. Those days are over."

"No, David. You will do this for me. One last time." She calls after him, "I'm making your favorite."

He doesn't answer, just opens the door and finds you about to climb into the passenger seat of his car. Making him relax the second the door closes behind him.

"Hey," you say as he slides into the driver's seat. "Ready for breakfast?" You say offering him a small smile, as the girls chatter in the back to each other.

"And coffee." Dave rolls his eyes and turns the keys so the engine turns over. "Lots of coffee. How do you feel?"

"Sore," you say, just loud enough for him to hear, "But really good. What about you?"

"I'm good. Really good." Dave reaches over and squeezes your fingers after he backs out of the driveway and puts the car in drive.

"Good," you say, before bringing his hand up to your lips. "So, what's the big plan for today?"

"Girls are being picked up at 5." He rolls his eyes. "Someone has planned a dinner party tonight with friends. All our friends.”

"Oh," you say, with a raised eyebrow, "That sounds... fun. I take it that I need to make myself scarce?"

"She wanted you to leave the house completely but that's not happening." He promises you.

"I can keep myself busy downstairs," you say with a smirk, "Plenty of things to keep me entertained." 

"I'm sure you can." He chuckles quietly. "Make sure you have it charged. But it's not going to be better than me.

"It's already charged," you say with a giggle, "Pretty sure of yourself there, Mr York."

"So you are saying that I should just leave you alone?" He asks. "You don't want to do that again?'

"No," you answer a little too quickly, "I definitely want to do it again. I was just joking with you."

"I know." You probably don't get that his sense of teasing is a little dry. Or maybe he's lost his touch from the years of just dealing with Carol. His eyes slide from the road over to you and he smirks. "I was joking too." 

"Good," you say as he pulls up to the drive-thru. "Don't worry, I'll try not to have too much fun without you.”

"Girls, what donuts do you want?" He asks, twisting around in his seat to look back at them.

"Sprinkle,” they both shout in perfect unison, making you giggle, as you look at him grinning at his babies.

"Sprinkles and chocolate milk, I'm assuming?" He asks, making them nod so hard it's hard to not believe their brains are rattling around.

"You're wrapped right around their little fingers," you say with another giggle. "Super daddy."

"It's not hard to be." He counters. "Look at them."

"Yeah, they're adorable." Looking back at their grinning faces. Dave whittles off the order and drives up to the window to collect. You keep the treats bagged up on your lap as he drives to the park for you to find a picnic table to eat at.

"You monkeys can go play while we get everything ready." Dave winks at them as they cheer and shoot off towards the swings as soon as they are out of the car.

You carry the food and set it up on a table as Dave gets the bag of wet wipes and essentials from the trunk. "Hungry?" You ask with a wink as he walks over to you.

"Starving." Dave huffs. "Someone make me work out." He teases, smirking slightly. "Shoulda gotta a midnight snack when Alice woke up."

You giggle as you pass him the ham and cheese croissant he ordered, before looking over at the girls. "Should we let them play a bit before calling them back over? They seem happy."

"Yeah." Dave nods. "I want them to enjoy today. Yesterday sucked, so today needs to be a good memory for them."

"Best Daddy ever," you say before taking a bite of your food, "How are you feeling about tonight?"

"Annoyed." Dave grunts, shaking his head. "Although I'm going to use it to my advantage."

"Sounds like you have a plan," you say with a raised eyebrow.

The sound of rushed footsteps coming towards you makes you swing your head around, and before you know it Alice is on your lap and Molly is on Dave's. "Donut time," you say before handing them both their food and chocolate milk whilst watching Dave interact with his babies. 

He listens as Molly chatters happily between bites of her donut, shoveling it down as fast as she can between gulps of milk. So far they seem to be coping with the news far better than yesterday.

"Are you guys excited to spend the night with Grandma?" You ask as you play with Alice's hair.

"No." Alice frowns slightly and shakes her head. "It's only because mommy wants to have 'adult time.’" She huffs.

"Aw, baby," you say as you pepper a kiss on her head, "But I'm sure you'll have a great time. Grandma will take you to school in the morning and I'll be there to pick you up ready for dance."

"Promise?" She asks pitifully, pouting at you with the same intense look that Dave has at times.

"Promise." You say before booping her nose.

"Okaaaaaay." She manages to huff dramatically and giggle all at the same time.

The rest of the morning is spent chasing them around the park, watching Dave immediately cave when they ask for ice cream and Alice screaming after scraping her knee on the sidewalk and insisting that Dave carry her back to the car.

You unload the car as he takes them in the house, making them both a quick lunch and setting them up on the kitchen table to do homework before their grandma picks them up. "I’ll pack them each a bag," you tell Dave as he helps Molly with her homework

"Thank you." Dave knows that it's your job, but it's always a huge help when you anticipate their needs.

Their grandma arrives at 5 on the dot. You hand her their bags and once they've said goodbye to Dave you give them both a hug and kiss and promise to pick them up after school the next day.

With Carol still not back and Dave reluctant to set the table, you do it for him. Making sure everything is perfect so that Carol doesn't complain, before ordering yourself a delivery of Chinese food ready for your evening downstairs.

“I don't know why she's planning this." Dave grumbles to you as he puts away the extra dinnerware. "But it will be good to get everything out in the open."

You walk up behind him and wrap your arms around him, lightly resting your head on his shoulder. "Just try not to let her bring you down.”

"I won't let her." He promises quietly.

"Good," you say, unwrapping your arms from him. "Is there anything else I can do before she gets back?"

"Nothing, baby." He shoots you a small smirk. "Just enjoy your takeout. Carol's cooking sucks.”

"Lucky guests," you say with a laugh, having cooked every night since beginning your employment. "Focus on how nice it'll be to see your friends... and think about how much fun I'll be having in the basement." 

He rolls his eyes and huffs at you. "Not too much fun or I won't fuck you tonight."

"Might not need you to," you say with a wink, as you hurry off to open the door.

You open the door to your food and tip the delivery driver, watching as Carol's car pulls into the drive. You thank him as quickly as you can before going back inside to wish Dave a good evening before sneaking off downstairs and out of Carol's firing line.

"I thought the little bitch was going to leave." Carol hisses, bringing bags into the house. Dave rolls his eyes, noticing that at least she had decided to buy pre-made food. No one in the house will get food poisoning. "Never agreed to that." He reminds her.

"She better spend the entire evening down there, David," she hisses, "Or help me God, she'll regret it."

He rolls his eyes again and decides that it's better to not say anything. The sooner this party is started, the sooner it can be over and that's all he wants.

****

Laughter echoes through the house, as the guests eat and chatter. You have demolished your Chinese food and settled on a random Netflix movie. You wonder if he's having a good time. It's been over an hour since they started to arrive and it seems to be going well from what you can hear.

Dave's smile is forced and he stares at Carol in complete disbelief as she pretends that this is just a normal night with the other three couples that are in attendance. "Carol, I was so surprised that you invited us over." Teresa hums, taking a sip of her wine. "A Sunday dinner is so spontaneous."

"Just thought it would be nice for us all to spend some time together," Carol says before reaching over and squeezing Dave's hand, "It's nice to see everyone one isn't it, honey?"

"It's perfect." Dave flips his hand over and takes his wife's before he looks back at the people that she invited over. "That way we can tell everyone at once.”

"Dave-"

"Carol and I are divorcing." He announces, ignoring her attempt to deflect.

The fake laughter that falls from her lips convinces no one, as she snatches her hand away. "Thank you for ruining the evening, David." She says before clearing her throat, "It's not definite," she says to her guests, shaking her head at Dave before he can correct her. "Let's just enjoy dinner, and time with friends."

"It's definite." Dave corrects after she attempts to salvage the evening. "She's been fucking her private trainer. Then decided she wanted a divorce and now that she's realized she's not taking me to the cleaners, she wants to reconcile." 

The gasps that come from the shocked dinner guests make Carol's face burn red with anger, "Heh. The reason I was pushed into the arms of my trainer is because David kept looking at the nanny like he wanted to devour her."

"Oh bullshit." Dave rolls his eyes and pulls his hand away from hers. "You've been fucking Scott for nearly eight months. The nanny has worked for us for six."

"Are you happy?" She yells across the table at Dave, "You've ruined the night and upset all of our guests."

"Yep." Dave chuckles, crossing his arms over his chest. "Oh -Scott gave you chlamydia or you gave him it- I don't know." He looks at the other couples. "She's got the clap."

"Jesus," Rob chokes. "Maybe we should -uh- just finish up dinner and keep the conversation a little lighter. It's sad you're divorcing and all, but look at me and Trish... doesn't have to be bad."

"I don’t have chlamydia, you lying, spiteful asshole." Carol spits across the table at Dave, ignoring what Rob has just said..

Dave snorts, narrowing his eyes at his wife. "Then explain why I had to get treated when I didn't cheat?" He demands.

"So you claim." She snarls back at him, before finishing off her glass of wine.

****

In bed you're unaware of the commotion upstairs, the sound of your TV is drowning out the yelling and you decide to check in on Dave. Typing out a text but changing your mind before hitting send. Instead jumping out of bed and pulling on your favorite pink lingerie set that you've never worn for anyone but yourself and snapping a photo.

Thinking about you. You caption the photo before hitting send. 

Dave's phone buzzes in his pocket before he just shrugs as if it isn't his concern. "It's why I stopped fucking you." He picks up his glass. "Anyway. How are the kids, Rob?"

"Bullshit," Carol says before bursting into the most hysterical sobs Dave had ever seen. 

"Good, thanks," he says before taking a bite of his food, clearly in utter disbelief at what’s happening, "Where's Molly & Alice?"

Carol is dragged away from the table by Trish and Teresa, still continuing to sob uncontrollably.

****

A few minutes pass and Dave still hasn't replied to your photo and with boredom getting the better of you, you decide to take another pic. This time rolling down your panties and taking a shot of your glistening pussy.

Haven't touched myself... This is just from thinking about you.

****

The phone buzzes again and this time Dave pulls it out of his pocket. "The girls are with their grandmother." He explains as he glances down and pauses talking, completely forgetting what he was going to say.

"Good," Rob says with a chuckle, "Better than hearing that conversation." He asks a few questions and waits patiently for Dave to answer, the other guests chattering uncomfortably amongst themselves as Dave takes a large gulp of his beer.

*****

The delivered changes to read and your smirk to yourself before deciding to take it one step further. Sending a very brief and silent video of your finger lightly circling your clit. You like what you see?

"Fuck." The phone immediately opens the video and Dave clears his throat. "Yeah- uh, it's not been a nice few days." He tells Rob as he types out a reply. I do. But you are teasing me. Be careful.

Or what? You type back with another picture. This time of your bare tits.

****

"Should we go?" Mike asks, after staying silent since the outburst. "Clearly you have some things to talk about."

"Nothing to talk about." Dave assures him. "We signed the agreement yesterday and are now just waiting to get it signed by the judge.”

"Seems like she's regretting it," he remarks with a shrug of his shoulders.

****

You huff as he leaves your last message unanswered, before leaning over and pulling your wand out of the bedside drawer. Switching it on to its lowest setting, you wince a little as you place it against your clit, snapping and sending one last picture before turning it up. 

"Doesn't matter." Dave glances back down at his lap as the next text dings through. "Shit." He hisses, eyes focused on your picture. The wand is against your clit and he knows you are moaning right now. Do you want me to spank you? He sends the message quickly and looks up at Mike. "I don't tolerate cheating."

I want you to spank me. You type out between breathy moans. I need you Dave. Fuck. I'd let you fuck me over the table in front of everyone.

****

"Fair enough," Mike says, before silence falls across the room again, apart from the sound of cutlery scraping plates and beer being chugged. "I'm sorry it came to this.”

"It is what it is." Dave murmurs, his cock jumping at the latest message from you. I bet you would. But I wouldn't fuck you in front of them. Only I get to see that.

He looks back up. "All I care about is Alice and Molly being alright."

" l just hope you two can find some common ground." He says with another shrug, just before the ladies come back into the room and take their seats. Carol picks up the dessert plates and pre-made dessert and places it down on the table before asking, "Who wants cheesecake?"

****

I need you. You type out as you feel your orgasm move closer. Fuck. Used to think about you every time I came. And now I know how good you feel, I need you so badly. I'm so close, baby. 

****

"She is staying in the house for the girls, so I hope so." Dave shakes his head at Carol. "None for me, thanks." He declines the dessert.

His cock twitches at your message, barely biting back a moan. The idea that you've thought of him while playing with yourself is extremely sexy. Behave. You'll have me.

"You love cheesecake, David," Carol says with a huff. But most of the guests decline dessert as well. The uncomfortable atmosphere makes the thought of eating difficult and they’d all rather just leave.

****

I want your mouth. I want you to eat my pussy and then shove your cock in my mouth after making me cum.

Push your fingers into your pussy. He orders you, wanting a picture of it.

"I do love cheesecake." Dave reminds his ex, ignoring that she's still calling him 'David' despite him hating it. It's all a power play. "But not the one with nuts on it."

Yes, sir. You text back before pulling the wand away, pushing two fingers into your soaking wet cunt and sending him a photo. Doesn't feel as good as you do.

****

"Don't eat the nuts then, honey," she says with a sugary sweet grin, before pouring herself another glass of wine.

"No need to keep up the pretense, dear." He looks up and levels a serious look at Carol. "Please. We need to co-parent and respect each other. But I am not in a relationship with you any longer."

"Fine, I'll just send our friends home and you can go fuck the nanny. Is that what you want?" She snarls back at him.

Dave looks around the table at all the uncomfortable faces. "They don't want to be here, Carol." He huffs.

"Because you couldn't let us have one nice evening," she says with a shake of her head, "Fine. Everyone can leave. Thank you for coming. I'm so sorry that David ruined the night."

"I told you not to have the dinner party." He doesn't regret telling them, he's not going to live a lie, but he does stand up and apologize for the evening.

They all murmur and look uncomfortably at each other before saying goodnight and thanking them both for dinner. Deciding it's best to just go ahead and leave and avoid seeing another uncomfortable argument play out.

Dave walks them to the door, leaving Carol fuming in the formal dining room. He has no intention of helping to clean up, not when he had been forced to endure this farce in the first place. "Good night." He offers quietly as they file out of the house. "Sorry about this.”

They all shuffle away quietly as Dave closes the door, ready to get home and forget about one of the most uncomfortable evenings of their life.

Turning back towards the house, Dave pulls the phone out of his pocket and reads your last text. Groaning out loud as he sees the sexy picture you sent. You cum yet? He demands.

No. You type back with a huff, I was waiting for my next command.

Good. Dave smirks slightly, imagining that you are frustrated and on edge. You deserve it after disgracing him during the dinner from hell.

Can I cum now? You text back, unsure how much longer it'll be until he gets to join you.

Carol is scoffing and shaking her head as he enters the kitchen, anger funneling through her as she gets ready to rage at him.

"Don't start with me." Dave is well used to that expression but he doesn't want to hear it. "I'm not going to put up with it."

"Did she fuck you as well as I do?" Carol says with a smirk, wanting to rile him up. "Bet she had no idea what to do with you.” 

"Wouldn't you like to know?" He shoots back and rolls his eyes. "There's a lock on my bedroom door. So don't bother trying to go in there."

"Yeah, I want to know." she says stepping in front of him, "Did her pussy feel as good as mine?"

"Better." Dave hums, amused by her attempts to waylay him.

"Bullshit," she huffs, "Why don't I remind you just how good mine is?"

"No thanks." Dave chuckles. "I wasn't joking. You need to get tested. Treated. You have an STD."

"Not funny, David." She snarls before giving up. "I bet she's not even interested in fucking you again, probably glad to be away from you.”

"No, it's not funny." Dave hisses, his face twisting into an angry scowl. "It wasn't funny when I was taking antibiotics to treat the shit you gave me." He decides to open his phone and show her the results from the doctor on the app his doctor uses. "Check the fucking date. It was when I stopped fucking you.”

"Fuck," she says, before stumbling backwards. "Why didn't you fucking tell me?"

"It's not my job to tell you that your little fuck toy gave you a fucking STD." He snarls, looking at her with disgust. "Even if I wanted you, I could never fucking trust you again. So I don't give a fuck if she-" he points towards basement door, "wants me or not. I don't want you.”

"You'll regret this, David." She says before grabbing her keys and storming out the house. Leaving the mess from the dinner party for Dave to deal with.

Dave rolls his eyes and follows her to the door, only to flip the lock. The mess can wait, and he wants to see you spread out.

****

You sigh as you watch your phone, waiting impatiently for a text back from Dave.

Turning off the lights, Dave opens the basement door and starts down the stairs. It's not dark or dank like most basements, it's completely finished. Biting his lip as he stands outside your little suite and knocks.

"Come in," you say after covering yourself, wanting him to rip the covers from you.

Opening the door, Dave steps inside and turns around to lock the door behind him. He had changed out your locks as well, wanting to make sure Carol didn't have access to your space. "What a fucking night."

Pushing yourself up onto your elbows, you see the strain on his face and you soften your expression. "Come here, baby."

"Are you sure you want me here?" He asks, wondering if Carol might have been right.

"Dave, I’ve been texting you photos of my pussy all night," you say with a giggle, "Even if you're not up to fuck, I want you here. I want you."

"Oh I'm up alright." He huffs, reaching down and adjusting his cock where he had tucked it behind his belt.

"The photos worked, huh?" You say as innocently as possible.

"You know they did." He grunts, shaking his head as he starts to methodically strip down.

"It's your fault, y'know? Got me hooked on you."

"It was just once." He defends, even though he is grinning. "That's all it takes?"

"Apparently so," you say with a shrug, "Not that I'm complaining... But I will be if you don't kiss me soon."

When he's fully stripped down, he wraps his hand around his cock. "I shouldn't kiss you. Just tease you like you teased me."

You bite down on your lip as you watch him take himself in his hand, giving his cock a few languid strokes. "I wasn't teasing, baby, I was just warming myself up for you.”

"Yeah? You aren't too sore?" He asks, wanting to make sure that you aren't pushing yourself because you think he wants sex. He's older than you, sex doesn't have to happen every day.

"I’m a little sore," you admit, "But I can take you... After you give me your mouth."

He snorts and shakes his head. "Already demanding oral every time." He tsks, as if he's disappointed. "Maybe I should just fuck your throat."

"Every time? I haven't had your mouth yet." You remind him with a tut. "I hope you like eating pussy though, York, because you're going to be doing it a lot."

"Oh l am, am I? " He likes your sassiness, the cockiness of your attitude. "Says who?"

"Me, you say as you pull him closer to you, "And I'll suck that gorgeous cock in return."

"Gorgeous cock, huh?" He smirks and looks down at the hefty cock in his hand. "I guess I should make you cum before I turn you into a Twinkie again, should I?"

"Gorgeous," you repeat with a smile, "Yes, sir, but kiss me first," you demand.

Kissing you isn't a burden. He very willingly climbs onto the bed and leans over, watching you before he presses his lips to yours

You hum happily against his lips, feeling the tension in his shoulders melt away as you wrap your arms around him. "Let's see how good that mouth really is," you say against his lips.

It's a challenge, he knows that from the curve of your lips when you look up at him so innocently. One that he is happy to take up. Moving down and biting one nipple just sharply enough to make you gasp out.

"Who's being a tease now?" You moan, as he drags his lips down your body.

"I couldn't send you photos." He hums, grinning up at you and winking. Pleasantly content with making sure that you find out exactly how talented he is with his tongue.

"You can next time." you say, "Give me something to look at whilst I play with my pussy.”

"You want me to send you photos of me jerking off?" He asks, inhaling the musky scent of your arousal and groaning.

"Yes," you say with a groan, "And videos of you cumming.

"You want to see me cum?" He asks, looking up at you.

"Fuck yes," you say, as you rock your hips up closer to his face.

"After you." He purrs, lowering his mouth to your cunt and licking a long, wet strip up your folds.

"Ooohh," you moan, as he starts to tease your clit with his tongue. Your fingers find purpose in his hair, tugging and pulling at it as he sucks and licks at your bundle of nerves. The sounds he makes are filthy, groaning and grunting as he eats your pussy with conviction.

Dave doesn't try to rush through it, but he makes sure that his tongue keeps moving. Running and circling your clit as he finds out what makes you whimper in pleasure. Finding your hips with his hands and holding on as he devours you.

His name falls from your tongue over and over, between the breathy moans and gasps of pleasure. "Never stop," you whisper, as your thighs begin to shake, "God, you're perfect.

He chuckles into your folds, your legs drawing up to frame his head with your thighs and he keeps sucking and licking. Digging his fingers into your skin and holding you in place so your hips don’t rock on their own.

"I’m gonna cum," you breathe out, as your thighs clamp down around his head. Your hips lifting off the bed and you gasp his name before white hot pleasure explodes behind your eyes.

Even as you try to squeeze his head as hard as you can and smother him in your cunt, he keeps working you over. Sucking your clit into his mouth, he pulls on it harshly to make it even better for you.

"Oh, Dave," you mumble, as you come down from your high, gently pushing his face away. "God, I'm going to be begging you to do that everyday."

He hums and there is a smug smirk on his face when he turns and wipes your juices in the inside of your thigh from his chin. "That good, baby?"

"I think I just fell in love," you say with a giggle, "That was incredible."

He chuckles and ducks his head down to lap at your clit once more just to hear you gasp.

"Dave," you gasp, before pulling on his hair again. "Tell me what you want me to do to you, baby.”

"Want you to ride me." He hums, pushing back up to his arms and hovering over you. "Sound good?"

"Yes," you say before capturing his lips with a bruising kiss, "You wanna film me riding you?"

"No." Dave shakes his head and frowns. "I want to keep it for myself." He groans when you wrap your hand around his cock. "I don't- l've never sent photos before." He admits quietly. His job doesn't allow for that kind of digital footprint and he didn't trust Carol. At least not subconsciously.

"Okay, baby," you say as you push him onto his back before straddling him. "You don't have to take pictures. Or film me. I just thought you might like something for those nights when you're working away."

"Maybe later." Dave glances up at you. "Have a photographic memory. I'll remember this.”

"Sorry, if I made you uncomfortable," you say as you lean down and kiss his lips. Before lifting your hips, ready for him to line himself up against your entrance.

"Baby, you don't make me uncomfortable." Dave shakes his head. "You make me- shiiiit-" he stops talking as you sink down on his length.

"Tell me," you say, as he stretches you. Your teeth sink into your bottom lip to suppress the pained moan. The stretch of him hurts so good.

"Hot." He pants out quietly, reaching for your hips again. "You make me fucking hot and horny." He slides his hands up to press against your back, pushing you down to his body so he can kiss you again. "Fucking turning me into a teenager again.”

"Yeah?" You say with a teasing grin, before gently rocking your hips, "Can I tell you a secret?"

"Anything." He grunts against your lips, twitching inside you.

"The first time we watched a movie alone together, I was touching myself under the blanket next to you. Wishing it was you touching me." You say as you move your hips a little faster, moaning as he slaps his hand against your ass.

"Shit." Dave groans. The first time you had been alone together, he wouldn't have cheated on Carol, but he had noticed how sexy you were. "Dirty."

"Was so scared you'd catch me," you moan, "But I couldn't help myself. I have thought about you every time I've masturbated since that night."

"Want to watch." He groans, rocking his hips up. "Jerk off while you play with your pussy."

"Yeah?" You grind your hips slowly, before biting down on his earlobe. "I'd love for you to cum all over this pussy. Mark my pretty little clit with your cum.”

"Fuck." He growls, clenching his jaw and slapping your ass again.

"Do you want to?" You ask before starting to bounce up and down on his cock, "Do you want to cover me with your cum?"

"Yessssss." He hisses as your pace starts to speed up and he watches your tits bounce. "Fuck yes."

"Want to be covered in it, I want to eat it," you admit, as your walls start to flutter around him.

It's filthy and yet you look so sweet when you confess that to him. Even as you are bouncing on his cock like a whore. "You will." He promises.

"Fill me up," you start to beg, as you start to clamp down around his cock. Loving the way he notches against heaven inside of you with every bounce.

He can tell that you are starting to cum, your pace faltering and you nearly collapse forward. Dave grunts and braces his feet in the mattress to start fucking up into your pliant, tight cunt.

"Oh, fuck," you whine as he overwhelms you, you grip on to his shoulders as tight as you can before coming undone. Your cunt spasming around him as you bury your face into the crook of his neck. 

He wraps his arms around you, chasing his own orgasm as he rocks you through yours. Keeping up the skin slapping pace for another minute before he is burying himself deep and groaning out your name loudly as he fills you up.

You wrap your arms around him as tightly as you can, letting silence fill the air as you both catch your breaths. It strikes you how comfortable you are, how comfortable you are with him. There's no awkwardness, no need to fill the silence as you let yourself lean closer to him.

"Fuck." He hums, stroking your back gently. "That was so good, baby."

"It was amazing," you whisper, "You are amazing. You are going to have to move me though," you giggle, "You've fucked me so good, that I don't think I can lift myself."

"Why don't you just sleep right here?" He chuckles. "You can ride my cock all night."

"Sounds perfect. Ride your cock all night and wake you up with your cock in my mouth."

"Don't be offended if it stops working." He jokes, winking at you. "I'm old."

You giggle at him before pressing a kiss to his lips, "You're not that old, baby. Let's get some sleep, and if you're a good boy, I'll make sure you have a very good morning.” 

It doesn't take long for you both to fall asleep, snuggled up tightly in his arms, breathing in perfect sync.

****

Glancing at the clock on your wall, you grin when you see the time. He's still snoozing soundly as you gently unwrap his arms from around you. Slowly you move down the bed and position yourself between his legs, careful enough not to wake him.

You gently take him in your hand, acknowledging that even flaccid he's still extremely impressive. You give him a few gentle squeezes and then place a few kisses on his tip, before taking him in your mouth, hollowing your cheeks around him and groaning quietly as he begins to harden. One hand gently squeezes the base of him, slowly running up and down the part that won't fit in your mouth.

A burst of pre-cum coats your tongue and the taste of him makes your pussy clench, you swallow around him before slowly bobbing your head up and down, grinning when you hear him groan loudly. You hollow your cheeks and suck a little harder, loving the noises that fall from his lips. 

It's been a long goddamn time since Dave has woken up to a blow job. A long time. His brow furrows and twitches while he is still asleep, being dragged from the confines of his sleep at the pressure of your tongue.

You pull off of him with a loud pop, "Good morning, baby," you mewl, before circling your tongue around his head and taking him back into your mouth.

"Shit." Dave rasps out, eyes fluttering shut again and his hand comes down to cup the back of your head. "What is this for?"

Pulling off him again you say with your sweetest smile, "Thought you deserved a treat," and then you run your tongue down his shaft, before wrapping your lips around one of his balls and start to softly suck, jerking him off at the same time. Humming happily as the hold on the back of your head slightly tightens as he pushes you down harder on his cock. 

You don't try to pull away, eagerly taking him deep and he hooks the sheet on his foot and drags it down further so he can see more of you. Watching as your mouth continues its assault on his cock and he groans again when you squeeze him.

Swallowing around him, you take in all of him. Your jaw aches from the stretch, but his groans spur you on and your nose nuzzles against the patch of hair at his base.

"So good baby." He grunts, rocking his hips up slightly. It's still early, he has time before he has to go get ready for work and you are enjoying this. Fuck knows he is. "Fuck, you love sucking my cock."

You hum in agreement, bobbing your head up and down again. Swirling your tongue around him and moaning in delight as he twitches on your tongue. Your pussy is dripping with arousal, the pleasure simply from giving him pleasure making you clench around nothing. 

"Come here." Dave knows he won't have time to get hard again, so he pays his chest. "Put your pussy on my face.”

"Nope," you say after letting him fall out your mouth with a groan, before looking up at him with an almost angelic smile, "I just want to suck your cock. You will eat my pussy over and over again tonight. Right now... I just want to feel you cum down my throat."

Dave frowns slightly, sure that you would have jumped at the opportunity to have your pussy licked. "I won't have time to fuck you before I have to get in the shower."

You roll your eyes before pulling off him again, "I just want to make it about you, baby, can I do that? Can I please look after the handsome man in my bed?"

"Okay." Dave nods, wondering if you really mean that. Leaning back and settling back on his arm so he can watch you better.

"Good boy," you mewl, before taking him back in your mouth. Loving how heavy he feels in your mouth and how stretched out your throat is. You're convinced you could cum by the sounds of his groans alone, your hands work his shaft as you suck and circle your tongue around his head. Desperate to taste and swallow every drop of his cum.

"Fuck, fuck." He moans, quietly calling out your name while you treat his cock like it's a magical fuck stick to be worshiped. He's not complaining, pulsing in your grip when you press your tongue to the head and keep him anchored in your mouth by the subtle pressure.

You hollow your cheeks around him and take him deep once again, feeling him push past your tonsils. The telltale pulsing and the way his balls begin to pull up let's you know he's close, and you moan happily around his length.

The first spurt of cum spits out like a geyser erupting. Shooting to the back of your throat and coating it as you gasp. Not because you are surprised, but because you are happy he's cumming. Making him hiss out your name again when the pressure around his cock just increases as you start to swallow him down.

He keeps a steady hand on the back of your head, as you swallow every last drop. Humming at the salty, musky taste of him. You could happily wake him up this way everyday, wanting nothing more than to worship his gorgeous cock.

When you finally pull off of him with a soft pop, he is panting. Nearly breathless from the orgasm you have gifted him with and the extreme pleasure and contentment that comes with the flood of endorphins.

"Was that a good way to wake up, baby?" you ask, before moving up the bed and snuggling up against his chest.

"Probably the best fucking way l've ever woken up." He presses his lips to your forehead and sighs. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," you giggle, "It's about time someone took care of you. I'm very happy that it's me."

Dave hums and smirks as he looks down at you. He agrees with that. He's happy that you are taking care of him, and in turn - he will do the same for you. You might be the nanny, but he doesn't care about cliches that might make him seem when it comes out that you are together. All that matters is that his girls love you and for the first time in a long time, Dave is happy. Carol had been wrong. The nanny does want him, and that means you get him.

#pedro pascal #dave york #dave york x you #dave york x reader #dave york x f!reader #dave york smut #dave york equalizer 2 #dave york fanfiction #dave york imagine #dave york x nanny!reader

[nervousgardenerkid]

brainrot, steve with a cheer manager reader who he keeps teasing about wanting to see in the cheer uniform. little does he know for an upcoming pep rally coach is making reader wear a cheerleader uniform to match with the girls and reader refuses to let steve see them in it and calls up the squad (tm) to make sure steve doesn’t see them in the uniform, shenanigans ensue

Ready? Okay!

a/n: BAEEE IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER😭😭😭i have the attention span of a goldfish😐i hope i did you justice with this! credit to the gif owner! enjoy it babes and feel free to send more things! <3

You clapped your hands causing the girls to gather up all around you.

“Great practice today girls! Sasha, I'm gonna need you to spend some extra time stretching for tomorrow, and girls please catch Chrissy next time, I can't have her having a sprained ankle cause one girl caught her instead of two.”

The girls all nodded their heads, some apologizing to Chrissy for not getting to her on time.

“Okay ladies, before I let you go, please remember to stay healthy and hydrated! Just because you're a cheerleader doesn't mean you can't eat. Say it with me, people!”

“Food is good for your body!” the girls cheered out while giggling. You waved your hand dismissing them and praising them once more before they enjoyed their weekend. A pair of arms snuck up behind you and lifted you causing you to yelp in surprise.

“There's my cheerleader!” Steve said, spinning you around. He placed you down and smiled before he gave you a gentle kiss.

“Not a cheerleader anymore Harrington, I'm the manager now.”

You had been a cheerleader ever since you were a sophomore, but once senior year rolled around you decided to quit. It wasn't giving you that same excitement you felt when you first joined, but coach would rather have you manage the squad than leave it altogether.

“Can't believe I never got to see you in those cute little uniforms, you robbed me of that.”

You let out a snort. “I didn't rob you of anything, you were too busy trying to get Nancy back,” you said with a roll of your eyes. You broke free from his grip picking up the stray pom poms that were littered in front of the bleachers.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. How about you do a quick little routine? Just for me?”

You smirked at him. “Give me an N!”

“N!” Steve shouted with a smile.

“Give me an O!”

“O- hey!”

-

“Coach please, please don't make me wear the uniform,” you begged following her into the gym.

She laughed and shook her head. “Oh, cmon y/n! Think of it as old times!”

“Old times? Coach, I haven't done any routines for a year! There's no way I could do the routine in time for the big game.”

“Well, then I guess you better start practicing with the girls. Come to me after practice to get your uniform,” she said with a smile. You sulked your way to the squad, tossing your bag down as you sighed.

“Girls, I have a favor to ask.”

The girls all asked what it was, confusion visible on their features.

“Coach said I have to cheer with you guys during the big game.”

They all squealed, excited that you all get to do something together.

“But my boyfriend has been dying to see me wear this uniform.”

“Girl, I get that,” Maria spoke up. “David practically begs me to wear this uniform 24/7.”

Veronica rolled her eyes. “Guys are so stupid, it's not even comfortable for us.”

“Speak for yourself. I love how Justin gets when he-”

“Okay!” you cut her off, clapping your hands. “Scratch practice for today we need to come up with a plan so that he doesn't see me.”

You ran toward the bleachers sitting with the girls and came up with a plan. Once practice was over, coach handed you your uniform. You reluctantly took it and began to walk out of the gym. You smile when you see Steve leaning against his car, sunglasses on his face arms spread ready for you to jump into them. You stuff the uniform in your backpack not caring that it wasn't closed all the way.

“There's my cheerleader!”

You giggled and jumped into his arms giving him a soft kiss.

“I haven't seen you in forever.”

“Steve, you saw me this morning.”

His hands cupped your face, bringing you back in for a kiss.

“Yeah, tell me about it,” he murmured. Kissing Steve is something you'd never get tired of. His hands would stay in your face for a couple of seconds, thumbs rubbing a small pattern on your cheek. Then they'd start to drift down towards your waist, pulling you closer to him. You let out a gasp when you felt his hand reach inside your backpack.

“Steve, wait!”

Steve pulled away with a smile on his face, his eyes focused on the white and green uniform with a splash of gold here and there.

“You weren't supposed to see that!” you said, snatching the skirt out of his hands.

“Please tell me you're wearing that.”

“I can neither confirm, nor deny-”

“Y/n! I expect to see you in that uniform at Friday's game! No excuses!” coach shouted from the school entrance.

You dropped your head down and gave her a thumbs up.

Steve snickered and opened the car door for you with the biggest smile you've ever seen.

“Tell Sinclair I need a ticket to Friday's game.”

-

You let out a shaky breath as you looked at yourself in the mirror. Your hair was up in a high ponytail with a bow that was decorated with the school’s colors. The pom poms stuck to your clammy hands, and you gave up repeatedly wiping them down on the soft material of your skirt. You used to do this a million times, the nerves never left but they also never had you this shaken up.

Chrissy ran into the locker room sending you a smile.

“Nervous?” she asked while making her way toward you.

“Try terrified.” you chuckled out. “I don't understand, I used to do this all the time. I've never been this nervous.”

Chrissy straightened out your top, resting her hands on your shoulders.

“Do the extra nerves have anything to do with Steve?” she giggled out. You rolled your eyes letting out a sigh.

“I don't want to embarrass myself…what if he sees me mess up a step?”

“Y/n, you've been helping us with the routine and you would watch us like a hawk during practice! Trust me, there's no way you'd mess up!”

Tears pricked the corner of your eyes as you took in Chrissy's sweet words. Maybe she was right. Maybe you had absolutely nothing to worry about! Maybe you could even perform in front of Steve-

Maria burst into the locker room out of breath. “THE EAGLE HAS LANDED.” You ran out of the locker room clapping your hands.

“Alright ladies, remember what we practiced! Let's move people, let's move!”

-

Steve gave the student a smile muttering thanks as he grabbed the popcorn from her hands. He ate a handful of it, eyes rolling to the back of his head as the buttery flavor melted in his mouth.

“Steve! You made it!” Lucas said while grabbing his hand and bringing him in for a bro hug.

“‘Course I did man! Wouldn't miss it for the world.”

Lucas and Steve chatted for a while catching up on things they may have missed.

“Yeah, man family video is getting pretty popular. I swear nothing is going to beat VHS.”

“Hey, dingus,” Robin said nodding at Steve. “Dingus in training,” she said smirking at Lucas. “Have you guys seen y/n in her uniform?”

Steve choked on the popcorn he was eating.

Lucas was quick to pat him on his back. “Jesus man, you gotta chew the food.”

“She's in uniform?” he gasped out.

“Yeah, dude since 1st period.”

Steve rolled his eyes. Of course, that's why you told him you didn't need a ride this morning! How could he have missed that? Shame on you Steve. Steve shoved his popcorn into the chest of some random kid. He mumbled a goodbye to his two friends walking toward the gym like a man on a mission.

Veronica’s eyes widened as nudged Maria’s shoulder.

“Ow! Damn, bitch have you been working out?”

“Oh my God, you noticed?” she asked with a smile. She shook her head pushing Maria toward the gym. “Shut up! Steve’s here!”

Maria gasped and sprinted to the gym. Veronica looked around frantically, not knowing what to do she threw herself down on the floor in front of Steve.

“Jesus! Are you okay?”

“Yes- I mean ow! My ankle! I sprained my ankle!” she cried out. All eyes were on her as she clung to Steve while sobbing into his legs.

“Crap, let's get you to the nurse,” he said while crouching down and getting ready to pick her up.

“Here man, I'll take her.” a guy said while swooping in and picking her up bridal style.

“Um, no actually I'll go with Steve.”

Steve furrowed his eyebrows at her. “Do I know-”

“HELP MY ANKLE HURTS SO MUCH!”

“Okay! OKAY!” Steve shouted. “I'll take you!”

Veronica sighed and patted the guys back. “Put me down big guy- hey! Easy there, I'm precious cargo.” She “limped” her way to Steve wiping away her tears.

“You're too kind for this-” She stops herself, looking behind Steve, and sees Maria waving her hands around in a no motion. Veronica stands up straight and grabs her pom poms off the ground.

“Wow, suddenly I'm perfectly fine. Thanks, Steve!” she shouted before running off. By the time Steve realized what was happening the doors to the gym were shutting as two basketball players were waving goodbye to Steve.

-

The girls rushed to their spots next to you out of breath. “Did he make it in?” you whisper, eyes searching for him in the crowd.

“No, Veronica caused a scene to distract him,” Maria whispered.

You leaned back to look at Veronica and noticed that she looked scared. “Hey! You okay?”

She shook her head and looked at you.

“What if I actually sprain my ankle?! What am I gonna do then?!”

“Could everybody please rise for our national anthem?” the school announcer asked. You held back a giggle as you saw Tammy Thompson skip her way to the microphone.

“I swear she sounds like a muppet.” you hear Steve's voice say in the back of your mind. Tammy was in the middle of singing and you and the girls were trying not to giggle. You started to think you could get away with your plan until the gym doors burst open. Your eyes widen, hands flailing around trying to get the attention of the squad. They all gasped when they saw Steve standing at the entrance of the gym door, they gathered around trying to hide you from him but his eyes were quick to find your shrinking figure.

Tammy cleared her throat and finished singing causing scattered claps to come from the crowd. Steve made his way to the bleachers sitting on the bench that was closest to you. He plopped himself down giving you a small wave.

“Get out!” you mouthed to him. He shook his head and pointed in front of you and you saw the girls getting ready to do their routine. you stomped your way over to them glaring at steve when he motioned for you to turn that frown upside down. You force a smile on your face once you hear Chrissy shout “Ready? Okay!”

The routine was done with no mistakes, thankfully coach didn't have you do any flips or get thrown in the air, you just did some usual routine moves.

-

cheers erupted from the crowd when Lucas caught the ball getting ready to shoot it into the basket. He ran a little bit in the opposite direction before jumping up to take his shot into the basket. The clock had three seconds remaining and the crowd cheered as they saw the ball make its way to the basket. The squad was jumping up and down, pom poms in the air as they cheered for Lucas. Silence overtakes the crowd as the ball hits the backboard of the basket, the ball spinning around the rim twice before falling into the netted material.

You shot up from where you were sitting letting out a big cheer. The basketball team ran towards Lucas, throwing him on top of their shoulders as they chanted his name. You were about to run after them to congratulate Lucas when a pair of arms wrapped around your waist. You let out a scream and looked behind you, relaxing when you realized it was Steve.

“You thought you could come up with a plan for me to not see you in this?” he asked over the cheering crowd.

You watched as the crowd began to exit the gym, probably going to some party to celebrate the big win.

You rolled your eyes and glanced at him. “You can't blame a girl for trying.” Steve let out a low whistle as he spun you around watching the air lift the skirt just enough for him to see further up your thighs.

“You're killing me here babe,” he mumbled while placing kisses all over your neck and jaw.

“Steve, you act like you've never seen me in a skirt before-”

“This is a cheer skirt. Very different.” he mumbled against your neck, his hands slowly making their way up your skirt.

“Steve, stop! We're in a gym!”

Steve shook his head ignoring your words as he peppered kisses all over your face.

“Don't care, love knows no boundaries.”

You giggled while pushing him away more causing his grip to tighten on you.

“Steve, please.”

“Please, what pretty girl? Hm? You want me to stop?”

You looked down at your feet. You didn't really know what you were pleading for him to do, you just know he needed to do something.

“Cmon cheerleader.” he teased. “Tell me what's on your mind.”

“Do you…wanna get out of here?” you mumbled. Your hands wrapped themselves behind his neck. Steve looked up at the ceiling, silently thanking whatever God there was for letting him have you all to himself.

“Yes. Yes please, that's all I want.”

You let out a giggle and dragged him out of the gym. You peek your head around the corner of the school building making sure no one saw you two sneaking out. You started to make your way to the car when Steve grabbed you and had you against the wall of the school.

“Steve! We're almost-”

“‘M not gonna make it. God, you look so good in this uniform. You need to wear it more often.”

You opened your mouth ready to tell him that you had to give it back when you heard someone shout your name.

“Keep the uniform l/n… I don't care how good you wash it, I don't need it anymore,” she said with a shake of her head. Once she got in her car and drove off you laid your head on Steve's shoulder letting out a groan.

“So,” Steve said, breaking the silence. “Does this mean you'll wear it more often?”

#steve harrington blurb #steve harrington stranger things #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #stranger things fluff #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine

[6lostgirl6]

Hi!! I was wondering if I could request a poly! Lost Boy's with a female s/o (or gender neutral) who has a southern accent? Like it's real hick and definitely not native to California slang? I think that would be hilarious 🤣 if you don't mind writing this! Thank you and have an awesome day! 🥰💗

Poly!Lost Boys With a Southern S/O

Tw: none

With this, I kind of imagine a southern reader that moved to Santa Carla from a young age that their accent kind of faded, however whenever they’re irritated or not thinking much about it, the accent slips back out. However, your slang never left. 

You were talking about your day before visiting them and you said something like, Hunkey Dorey which literally means everything was great and the boys were super confused, except David.

That’s when you told them that you were originally from the South and said a few things with your accent slipping through. 

Paul was the most surprised out of the boys and was like, “what the fuuuck?”

Marko would react with something like, “Woah, I didn’t know you were southern?? That’s so cool!”

Dwayne would give you a smile and tell you he thought your accent was super cute. 

David basically was like, “Oh damn-” 

I headcanon that David would have a southern accent too which also faded away over the unlimited amount of time that he has. 

Plus, Paul used to tease his accent constantly so David basically went, “yeah, no.” and that accent went straight out the door.  

Paul would constantly tease your accent and say stupid shit like, “yeehaw.” You’re not amused. 

Furthermore, Paul would bug you about saying something in your accent and hear the difference in the way you say things in comparison to California slang.

If you feel a little self-conscious about your accent, well guess what? David would start talking to you in a southern accent too. It kind of slips out of him because it just reminds him of the old times before he was a vampire. Plus, he doesn’t want you to feel out of place. 

He would feel more comfortable that someone else shares the same accent as him and would open up a little more in letting his accent slip on occasion. 

David would use old pet names he used when he would flirt with people back when he was human and they don’t fail to fluster you.

Those pet names would include; Doll, Darlin, and that accent would make those names sound even sweeter with that teasing smirk on his face. 

He would also compare southern slang with you and see which ones were still being used in the South. He’s really surprised that some phrases that he knew were still commonly practiced. 

Dwayne could listen to you talk in your southern accent and wouldn’t get tired of it. He already knew some slang because of David but he liked hearing more common slang that current southerners say. 

Since Dwayne loves to read and he has read some romance that resided in the South and he would call you sweet things like his Southern Belle. 

Marko would happily ask you some questions and how you felt about how different California was compared to where you used to live in the south.

Don’t trust him completely though, he will also tease you along with Paul. He’s still the mischievous vampire we know and love.

#the lost boys 1987 #tlb 1987 #the lost boys #poly!lost boys x reader #poly!tlb x reader #david the lost boys #david tlb #dwayne the lost boys #dwayne tlb #paul the lost boys #paul tlb #marko the lost boys #marko tlb #the lost boys headcanon #headcanons #southern reader #g/n!reader #keifer sutherland #billy wirth #brooke mccarter #alex winter

[davidsdussy]

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This is gonna be a Lil sumin. I was wondering, what would be some of the stupidest and funniest or even sweetest things these boys do? Welll let's find out. HAPPY NEW YEARS

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Foul Language, just them doing stupid shit

sexual themes and smut AND FLUFF!

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David

𓆩 𓆪 David can be silly and goofy too, its not always serious we all know this. Man has natural crack hidden up his ass some here and its in there deep... Can't even reach up with ya foot.

𓆩 𓆪But one of the funniest moments with David is when he was minding his business. All up your sugar walls with his cock, no shame in the world. Just balls against booty, and Marko had threw a pizza into the slide of his face. The crazy part is how David didn't notice Marko's presence behind him. You watched as the pizza slowly slid down the side of His face and land in between your chest/boobs.

𓆩 𓆪 David was PISSED! But you? You laughed. It was too fucking funny, even with him balls deep inside you and a pizza on your chest.

"GET THE FUCK OUT YOU LITTLE SHIT!!!"

"Whoa calm down no need to get so hostile. I just thought I add a little Italian spice to your bedroom."

"MARKO!"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH"

Dwayne

𓆩 𓆪This serious big teddy bear is goofy too..mostly quiet but once you come at him with fun time such as poking him and saying you didn't do it a bunch of times.

𓆩 𓆪 so here you were poking him as he reads on the couch. Repeatedly! Once he was annoyed enough he'll just simply grab you hand and kiss it.

𓆩 𓆪"You done?" he'll chuckle at you. You see dwayne has a hell of a lot of patience I like to think even more so than David. Once you shrugged and claimed it wasn't you, he'll say"Oh yeah?" And then that's when the fun starts.

"MERCY! PLEASE HAHAHAHAHA!" Your laughter filled the lightly dim lit hotel. Be pinned under the long haired giant of a vampire, being tickled brutally. "Yeah? Gonna tell the truth now?" He'll smirk down at you as you nod "Alright alright! I'll stop poking ya!" You yelled out and smiled up at him before sitting up and kissing his cheek.

Paul

𓆩 𓆪we all know this man don't have hidden crack up his ass...he got crack in his peepee 🙄That mf goes up randomly and who better than you to go to for help. He'll always hug you from behind and rut against you slowly as he whispers filthy things in your ear.

𓆩 𓆪He's just restless, always grabbing for you but he can't help it. Not when you're standing there doing nothing looking all pretty. Even just your voice alone turns him on.

𓆩 𓆪You love paul, never the less. You'll do anything for your sweet puppy. But today you weren't in the mood. So you got an idea, Paul is a menace we know this. even his jokes be heartless a little. So..you did the unthinkable..

A rumble erupted on Paul, and he froze. Did you just?....did you just fart on his erection?!?! Instant turn off, whyyyyy!? "WHOA BABE, you could've warned me!"He backs up and whines. "I'm so sorry Pauly! I didn't m- pffft hahaha" you laughed and grabbed your lower abdomen from laughing so hard. You could hear David from across you two. "That wasn't an accident she's lying" he smirks trying to instigate."Y/N!? Is this true?!"

Marko

𓆩 𓆪Oh man...you thought Paul was bad. Wait till you hear how him and Paul were planning a prank on David. Nothing like annoying the true high king of skyrim.

𓆩 𓆪so here they were. Waking up early at tonight just to piss off the hanging human bat with crocodile feet. Paul started off by poking David awake. Like it was a serious problem happening

𓆩 𓆪Little did little David know...he's always gonna be the butt of their jokes...no matter what...

"DAVID! WAKE UP! MARKO IS HURT PRETTY BADLY!" David woke up quick, both concerned and pissed about what was going on. "What do you mean he's hurt?! What the fuck happened?!" Once he got his gorilla grippers off the ceiling and started running down the hall with Paul. And there Marko was..bleeding on the ground, panting and reaching out dramatically"it hurts.." And David was over there in seconds! Wait, oh no...he didn't get nowhere because the mf slipped on some oil Marko put on the floor purposely. Sending David sliding across the ground and into a wall. "PAHAAHAHHAHAHA!" The loud howls filled the hotel as David got up growling and slapping Paul and Marko in the back of the head. "YOU LITTLE SHITS!"

#tlb 1987 #david the lost boys #poly!lost boys x reader #the lost boys 1987 #tlb x reader #dwayne the lost boys #dwayne tlb #paul the lost boys #the lost boys marko #the lost boys paul #the lost boys david #tlb smut

[shakespearseclipse]

Cause I know that it’s delicate

Summary: Nikolai and y/n have been friends and nothing more. But what happens, when the feelings between them change? Part ll of Is it chill that you’re in my head?

Warnings: None

Author’s Note: After WEEKS I finally present part two. Constructive criticism is always appreciated since this is the first thing I've posted online.

Nikolai regretted leaving you standing at the lake within five minutes, but he found it quite stupid to go back now. So, he continued his walk towards his room. His mind couldn’t decide what to think about. It was like watching a tennis match between you in that dress and that stupid guy that had asked you out and whether you said yes or no.

He was such an idiot. He should’ve done something to stop that Inferni from asking you out. Nikolai didn’t trust that guy and besides, his best friend deserved something better. Like a king maybe. There was a slight possibility that Tamar had been right and he did have feelings for y/n. After brooding for what seemed to be another hour, he decided to seek you out.

You hadn’t been on any dates for quite a while. Trying to help your new king, you spent most of your time with Nikolai, not having a lot of time for your love life. The prospect of going on a date filled you with anticipation, though your thoughts always swayed back to a certain blond. The way he looked today seemed to be glued to the inside of your brain. Your mind kept switching between thinking about his arms, his back and his abs. God you felt like your head was going to explode with how red your cheeks were. Genya, whom you had asked to help you get ready, misinterpreted your more than noticeable blush.

“The way you’re looking right now, this guy has to be the most gorgeous man you’ve ever seen.”

“What? No, I wasn’t thinking about… Actually, I was thinking about the way Nikolai acted today. It was a little confusing.”

Genya had a huge smirk plastered on her face.

“You’re about to go on a date with someone, and everything you can think about is Nikolai?”

“Don’t say it like that.”

Genya’s smirk grew even more, if possible.

“Oh, come on, everyone knows how infatuated you are with each other.”

“He’s not infatuated with me, we are friends and nothing more.”

“Y/n darling I hate to break it to you, but you can be as oblivious as a goose.”

“A goose?”

“Oh, you know what I mean. Did you know that some of us have bets going on about who will confess their feelings first.”

“Well, that’s lovely. You’re telling me my love life is so pathetic you guys are betting on it?”

You were growing a little impatient with Genya. First, she was trying to tell you that Nikolai was in love with you, which was impossible, right? Yes, he was often flirting with you, but that was just how your friendship worked. Plus, he was king and couldn’t be in a relationship with a heartrender. While Grisha were generally more accepted in Ravka than for example in Fjerda, a Grisha could never sit on the Throne. Why were you even thinking about this? Genya had really gotten into your head. Nikolai wasn’t in love with you, end of discussion.

“Either way, I have to be on my way now or I’ll be late to my date with Dmitri.”

“Dmitri? He’s a nice guy. Although I suppose a certain king is a little more appealing to you, considering how hard you were staring at him the second he took off his shirt.”

“You were at the lake today?”

Genya snickered. “Oh, yes. Though I could have probably seen your staring from a mile away.”

“Will you stop it? You’ve obviously been in the workshops with David too often and lost your mind.”

“If that makes you happy. Have fun on your date.”

Dmitri and you had a lot of fun and tons of things to talk about, and the hours between afternoon and evening had become blurry by the time the two of you decided to eat dinner together. Walking side by side, his hand occasionally brushing yours, you couldn’t help but think about how nice this felt. Even though you had banished Nikolai from your mind during the date, thoughts of him were in the back of your head, waiting to jump back into the front of your mind. But you wouldn’t think of him. Not when you were having such a great time with Dmitri. After a dinner with lots of laughter and jokes, Dmitri offered to bring you back to your room.

“So, I had a great time today.” you tentatively began.

“Yes! Me too. I’d like to go out with you again if you’re up for it.” He seemed happy that you had brought the topic up. Before you could open the door to your room, he quickly took your hand and placed a chaste kiss on the top of your hand.

“Goodnight.”

He was gone before you could reply. Cheeks still a little rosy from his kiss, you went into your room and closed the door behind you.

"How was your date?"

"Saints! Nikolai what are you doing here?"

"Waiting for you obviously. So, how was your date?"

Nikolai was laying on your bed as if it was his. Well, since he was the king, it probably did belong to him. He looked at you expectantly, waiting for you to answer his question.

"It was ... nice"

He nodded slowly, as if in deep thought.

"So, what did you want to talk about?"

His eyes snapped up to yours as he started to make his way over to you. A grin was forming on his stupidly beautiful face.

"I wanted to talk about how freakishly handsome I am." You couldn't help the chuckle that escaped from your lips.

"I always knew you were vain but breaking into my bedroom to talk about your appearance seems like a new low to me."

By now he had reached you, standing close, leaning slightly towards you, so that your faces were only breaths apart. Both of your faces turned serious again, both breathing the same air.

"Y/n, when you agreed to going on a date with this guy I could only think of two things. How much I hated that guy and how stupid I was for letting him get to you first. I wanted to be the one to make you laugh. I wanted to be the one to take you out for dinner. If you don't feel the same -"

"Shut up" You breathed out before grabbing the kings collar and pulling his lips against yours. He immediately answered your kiss. Wrapping his arms around your waist while yours were tangled in his hair. When you both broke apart to catch your breath, Nikolai looked very happy with himself.

"Now lets get back to the reason I came in here." You raised your eyebrows in question.

"To talk about how freakishly handsome I am"

"Oh shut up" You said before pulling him in for another kiss. He smiled against your lips and you felt as if you were on top of the world.

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@going-through-shit

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[finelinevogue]

Love island Harry choosing to sleep on the couch and Davide choosing to sleep out there with him in protest after that re-coupling.

anon: PLS DO A SECOND PART TO EKIN SU PICKING HARRY

that first anon has me chuckling😭😭

Gwen and Aria’s POV:

“I’m still so sad for Y/N. Last night was brutal for them.” Gwen said, as she and Aria sat down to watch yet another episode of Love Island.

“She deserves so much better.”

“She deserves Harry!”

“Exactly, yeah.” Aria sadly sighed.

The camera cut to Y/N and Harry walking over to the circular sun bed that was tucked underneath some palm trees. They held hands the whole way and Harry helped Y/N onto the bed with their heels.

“Can I just hold you for a little bit?” Harry always asked, just in case Y/N didn’t want to. It was a flaw how respectful he was to everyone.

“Mhm.”

Y/N allowed herself to be drawn into Harry’s hold and only then did she start crying again. Their tiny sobs broke Harry’s heart, just as it did the whole British nations.

Harry’s hand could be seen squeezing onto Y/N’s body tightly, one hand rubbing up and down their spine underneath the crotchet jumper to allow some skin-to-skin contact. Harry shushed them quietly, rocking her like she was on a lulling cradle.

“We’re okay.” He kept whispering in between shushes, trying his very best to keep it together himself.

“Are you crying?” Gwen asked Aria.

“How are you not?” Aria asked in return.

“I really hate this.” Y/N spoke quietly, head still buried against Harry’s chest.

“I know, but we also know we’re strong enough to overcome this.” Harry reassured her.

“Still just hurts.”

Harry nodded in understanding and kept on holding them together, whispering reassuring things that the microphone couldn’t quite pick up. It was nice to think they could have some of their intimate moments alone though.

“My babies.” Aria pouted.

HARRY INTERVIEW

(Harry smirking into the camera and then blushing down at his feet)

“No wait! What’s happening?” Gwen squealed, jumping to the edge of her seat in anticipation.

“Fuck.” Aria stood up, not being able to sit down from nerves.

“Y/N/N? Can y’sit up for me whilst I ask you something?” Harry asked, loosening his grip on them so Y/N could sit up.

Y/N sat closely next to Harry and he smiled when he could see their beautiful face. Even when her eyes were puffy from crying, they looked so remarkably beautiful. She was a vision. And Harry would be stupid to waste yet another minute pretending what you had between you too wasn’t something more than a Love Island romance.

“I’m scared.” Gwen laughed.

“Are y’okay?” Y/N asked out of kindness, clasping her fingers together with Harry’s. Fitting together so perfectly.

“Not really no. I’m getting the impression that people think they can come between us because they believe we’re not exclusive and to that I say bullshit. However, they’re not completely wrong.” Harry started.

Y/N nodded in agreement.

Gwen and Aria started nervously bouncing around as they waited to here what else Harry has to say.

“So…” The dramatic music on the TV was so painfully long, “Y/N L/N, will you be my girlfriend?”

“AADDSKKJFSGJK!” Gwen shot up from her seat and bounded over to Aria to give her a successful hug.

“OMG!” Aria screamed with Gwen.

“Wait, wait…” Gwen calmed them down as they awaited Y/Ns response.

Y/Ns eyes were tearing up slightly. “Finally,” They mumbled teasingly under their breathe, causing Harry to laugh, “Yes!”

Gwen and Aria started jumping around the room in happiness, whilst Y/N and Harry celebrated their own way by passionately making out.

Harry let his hands latch on to Y/N’s ass, when she straddled over him to deepen their kiss. There was so shame in kissing in public at a moment like this.

Y/N INTERVIEW

(Crying again) “I swear I can do other things other than just cry!”

HARRY INTERVIEW

“Have you ever seen a happier man? I don’t think so!” Harry said with a smile so wide it could stretch the circumference of the Earth twice.

•••••

“You and Harry looked very couply on the bed earlier.” Tasha said as Y/N all changed to get ready for bed.

Luckily Ekin-Su wasn’t in the room, mainly because everyone couldn’t stop giving her the evil glares. There was this unspoken rule that nobody was to break Y/N and Harry’s relationship and yet she had had no shame in doing just that.

“Yeah.” Y/N giggled.

“What did you guys talk about?”

“Talk about my ass! They just made out for like twenty minutes straight.” Indiyah chimed in, causing laughter around the room.

“He actually asked me to be his girlfriend.” Y/N shrugged their shoulders like it was no big deal.

The girls went crazy and Aria and Gwen awed at how supportive everyone was being.

“Not even Ekin-Su can knock these girls down.” Gwen said.

“And I said yes!” Y/N added and even more screams erupted.

When everyone filtered into the bedroom all the girls gave Harry knowing glances and he rolled his eyes with a blush on his face. He couldn’t be more happy than he was right now though, so he didn’t care.

He wasn’t going to stay in here tonight though. Rather, he was going to sleep on the spare bed in the lounge.

Harry packed up a duvet and pillows before exiting the room. A few minutes later, Y/N was filmed following him.

As Harry was finishing putting the pillows on the bed Y/N wrapped their arms around his waist, snuggling into his back.

“Y’okay?” Y/N asked.

“As long as you are.” He replied.

“Sure you’re going to sleep okay out here? Without me?” Y/N asked, allowing him to turn around in her hold. He wrapped his own arms around them so they were joined together once more.

“You will be with me in my dreams, don’t worry.” He chuckled, leaning down to kiss Y/Ns sunburnt nose.

“You’re so cheesy.”

“Well this is what y’can expect now y’my girlfriend.” He gently smacked their ass.

“Fuck me. They are just everything…” Aria cooed.

“I want them to be my parents so bad.” Gwen added.

Just as they were starting to get into a deep kiss, Davide entered the room coughing to make his presence aware. He, too, had come with a duvet and pillows.

“Bro I thought we could crash together tonight. I respect you and Y/N too much to sleep in a bed next to Y/N.” He said, walking around the two of them and dumped the stuff on the bed.

“Aww Davide.” Aria said.

“Now I feel bad for him.”

“He’ll find someone soon. I’m sure.”

“Wow, uh, yeah cheers mate.” Harry pulled Davide in for a bro hug and Y/N gave him a regular hug in thanks.

Harry pulled you in for one last kiss before you both turned in for the night.

Y/N INTERVIEW:

“I’m going to bed happy.”

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[agentplutonium]

gonna post a WIP Wednesday (not on Wednesday but I get a pass because I said so) because I haven't in a while and I'm actually excited to be working on this specific wip BUT:

@dizzy-n-busy has this amazing Milo art that they gave me permission to write an au off of. So here is a snippet of that cause I can't remember the last time I was this excited to write something.

Milo sidled up to the bar, perching on one of the stools as the bartender approached. “Gin, neat, would’ya Vincent?” “Of course,” Vincent said, giving him a small smile. It wasn’t like Milo’s order had changed much since he started coming here. “I’ll get that right up.” Milo glanced back at his table, watching as Asher continued to animately fight with David about something stupid. He couldn’t even remember what the original argument was about at this point. He scoffed, rolling his eyes. They always got like this. “Gin on the rocks,” a voice said near him, and Milo looked over to see damn near the prettiest person he’s seen in a while. “Anything for you, hun,” the second bartender said, whom they all call Volts because of their power before getting turned, while giving them a teasing smile. “You’re pretty late. I was starting to think I wouldn’t see you tonight.” “Case got me in the office late,” The person said. “Here you go, Milo,” Vincent said, sliding a glass in front of him.  “Hey, hey, before you go,” Milo started, motioning to the stranger a few stools down from him, “who’s that? I haven’t seen them before.” “Who, Sneaks?” Vincent asks. “They usually come in before you lot do. Listen, I wouldn’t-” There was a shout from the other side of the bar, the person waving Vincent over once they had his attention. Vincent turned back to him, hiding the slight frown that etched into his face from the patron. “I’ll be back.” He slipped off, and Milo made his move. Volts was just sliding the glass to this ‘Sneaks’ when Milo came up. “Person of taste, I see,” he commented, grinning at them. Sneaks regarded him for a moment, only to glance back at Volts. Volts only shrugged before slinking off with a coy smile. “What’s it to you, exactly?” “It doesn’t have to be anything you don’t want it to,” Milo said, sitting down, a stool in between them. Milo may have ulterior motives for this chat, but he wasn’t about to scare the pretty thing away. “Just friendly conversation.” “Why do I have a feeling it’s never just friendly conversation with you?” The stranger commented, raising an eyebrow before they took a sip from their drink. “Do you want it to be more than friendly?” Milo asked, lip turning up into a smirk. Sneaks didn’t answer, rolling their eyes. “Name’s Milo,” he introduced himself, holding out his hand. The stranger regarded it for a moment before reaching out to meet him.  “People call me Sneak’s,” They replied.  “You sure do like the mysterious aesthetic, huh, Sweetheart,” Milo teased.  “You got a problem with that?” Sneaks asked. “Not at all,” Milo said genuinely, bringing their hand up to kiss it. “Makes me more curious to get to know you, even.” “Yeah. Sure,” Sneak said, pulling their hand away.  “I’m serious,” Milo insisted. “I’m sure you are,” Sneaks said. “You don’t believe me,” Milo said, taking a sip of his drink. “It’s not that I don’t believe you,” Sneaks said, eyes trained on the glass in their hand, “just that you’re not the first to try. You’re either going to forget about me or not see me enough to properly pursue me.” “As if I could forget a cute face like yours,” Milo said. “I’d sooner be haunted by it than forget. I don’t know if you noticed, but I’m not like other guys.” Sneaks let out a humourless laugh. “Yeah, okay, toots.”

#plutonium_WIPW #on a Monday night #“but pluto that's just posting snippets-” SHH i can do what I want /lh #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted wip #redacted milo #redacted sweetheart #guys I cannot explain how much I love this concept #oh and Sweetheart calling Milo toots??? dead I cant deal with this #i love them so much PLEASE #im already a thousand words into this fucker and we're only on point one of my outline #this is gonna be LONG

[beskarandblasters]

Rock, Paper, Scissors

Raider!Tommy x F!Reader x Raider!Joel

A little Halloween treat from me, @wannab-urs, and my boyfriend, David! Enjoy ;)

Summary: Raiders Tommy and Joel Miller capture you and realize they both want to fuck you. So they play a little game to decide who gets to have you first.

Word count: 800

Warnings: reader is able-bodied, dark!joel, dark!tommy, non con, fisting, mouth fingering??, creepy nicknames, restraints, this is very much a crack fic

You’re laying down, tied up in Joel and Tommy’s lair. They’re both arguing about who gets to fuck you first. After they captured you and the goods you were carrying, they both realized how insanely hot you are and how they both need to have you. But who gets you first?

“Fuck you, Joel, I saw her first.” 

“Doesn’t matter, Tommy. I’m the leader. What I say goes.”

“You can’t pull that shit every time! I have an idea.” A devious smirk forms on Tommy’s face. “Let’s play rock paper scissors.” 

Joel picks up what Tommy is putting down. “Alright Tommy. We can play your little game. I’ll even let you have her pussy.” 

Tommy pulls off your pants and spreads apart your legs. “Best two out of three or best three out of five?”

“Let’s do three of five, I wanna be real sure.” Joel moves to stand by your head. “Alright, darlin,’ open wide.”

“What?!”

“I said open wide.” 

You open your mouth for Joel and he hovers his hand by your mouth. 

“Blink once for me. Blink twice for Tommy. Blink three times for a tie.”

“Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!” they both say in unison. 

Joel puts two fingers in your mouth and Tommy does the same to your pussy. You blink quickly three times and they both remove their hands from you before getting ready for the next round. 

“Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!”

Joel goes for scissors again and Tommy goes for paper, shoving four fingers inside you. You blink once to relay Joel’s victory. 

“Got you there, brother,” Joel says smugly. 

“There’s still time for a comeback,” Tommy scoffs. 

“Next round, darlin’,” Joel chuckles, smirking down at you. 

You take a deep breath and open your mouth wide for Joel again. 

“Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!”

Joel goes for scissors again but Tommy goes for rock, shoving his whole fist inside you. You cry out at the sudden girth inside you and Joel knows he lost that round. You blink two times to signify Tommy’s win, complete with tears in your eyes. 

“Not so slick, are ya, brother?”

“Shut your trap.”

Tommy removes his fist from you and Joel pulls his hand away from your mouth. 

“Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!”

You try to brace yourself for what is about to come next. Joel goes back to paper, cramming four fingers in your mouth. While Tommy goes for rock again, stretching your little hole even more, something you didn’t think was possible. You blink once for Joel’s win again.

“Stop throwin’ rocks, Tommy! You're gonna ruin my prize.”

“Your prize? This ain’t over yet!”

Shit is getting real. The two brothers are at each other's throats now. One of them is going to have you first, but not before it gets ugly. 

“Poor thing is gonna be a wreck when we’re done with her.” Joel laughs darkly. 

“Got that right,” Tommy chuckles. 

They get ready for another round. Tears are rolling down your cheeks now. You don’t know how much more you can take, especially if Tommy keeps throwing rocks. 

“Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!”

This time Joel goes for rock, shoving his large fist in your mouth, blocking your airway with his sausage fingers. Tommy cuts you a break and shoves four fingers inside you (not much of a break). You’d let out another cry if you could, but only manage to blink twice to declare Tommy the winner of this round. 

“Lookin’ good for me!” Tommy says. 

“Shut the fuck up,” Joel says, getting a tad worried now. Joel has to up his game. 

They draw back their hands and get ready for the tie breaker round. One more round and this stupid game will be over, you think.

“Get ready, nutter butter!” Joel cheers. 

“Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!!!”

They both fucking throw rock. Are you fucking kidding?! You blink three times, fully sobbing now. 

“Well shit, Tommy. Guess we haffta go again.” Joel smirks, clearly not upset at all about it. 

“Doing okay, thumbelina?” Tommy asks, feigning sweetness. 

“Fuck you!”

“Don’t you talk back to me!”

“That’s enough, Tommy, how about we make this winner takes all?” Joel cuts in.

“You’ve got yourself a bet, brother, now let’s get this over with!!

“Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!”

Tommy is fucking mad at you so he throws rock again. But Joel knows his brother and figured that would happen. So he shoves four fingers down your throat, seizing victory. You blink once and a single tear rolls down your cheek. It’s all over now. 

“See, Tommy? This is why I’m the leader. You always let your emotions get the better of ya.” 

Tommy removes his fist and groans in defeat. 

“Don’t worry, nutter butter. Gonna take real good care of ya. If Tommy didn’t ruin ya already.” 

You really are Joel’s prize after all. 

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[painsandconfusion]

Nightmares and Daydreams

Whumping the Whumpers - Part Thirty-three

(tw: broken glass, objects under skin, scratching at skin, blood, nightmares, my good prefect lovely whumpers being soft as toasted marshmallows, stupid fluff, oh and playful / teasing murder threat)

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Ethan clawed at his arm as shards of glass snaked their way under his skin. He screamed, tearing at the flesh with his fingernails, but the glass grew and grew, spreading like fire under his skin. Shattering into a thousand tiny fragments that grew again. They split and sliced his flesh, untouchable. Bulges of agony shot under his fingertips, just below the surface. They danced over his body. His chest. His back. His legs.

Inescapable.

Ethan screamed again, clutching at the skin. The pieces shredded his fingertips, painting him in blood. He tried to clutch at the fragments when they cut him, but the oily black slicked them, and they danced away again, the skin sealing up behind them. It cut up and down, skinning him alive and re-knitting over and over

Shards crunched against his windpipe as he screamed. There was so much blood. So so so much blood.

.

Ethan woke up screaming, clawing at his neck.

It was dark. So dark. He could still feel the glass under his skin but his fingertips found no bulges.

No blood. No-

The light flicked on. Warm light flooded the room.

Ethan’s eyes snapped up. He surveyed the room, gasping, until his eyes landed on Nate. He was leaning against the doorframe, clutching a notebook. He locked eyes with Ethan.

Ethan stared. An unfamiliar expression rested on Nate's usually-smiling face. He searched his eyes.

What was that? Pity?

No… Ethan knew that look. David had worn it often. Just a quiet, empty pain. Sorrow in its purest form.

But why was Nate... Ethan cleared his throat and struggled to compose himself. He had sweat through his t-shirt and Nate had definitely heard him screaming.

Fuck, Nate hadn’t heard him scream since…well since the day he ran almost seven years ago. Could he even salvage this?

Nate spoke softly, pulling his attention away from scrambling thoughts.

“...Was it me?” His voice was almost a whisper. He looked so tired.

Ethan blinked up at him. Those eyes were…hauntingly sad. Did he really care? Ethan looked away. He rubbed down his arms, trying to press away the lingering sensation of tearing shards. “No.”

Nate pursed his lips and nodded once.

Ethan glanced at the clock. 2:42.

“Um…sorry I…I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

Nate shrugged. “You didn’t. I’ve been awake.”

The clock clicked to 2:43.

“Are you usually up this late?”

Nate took a few meandering steps into the room, contemplating. “Yes and no. More often than I’d like to be.”

Ethan glanced at the notebook in his hands. “Insomnia or nightmares?”

Nate gave a small smile. “Both. But tonight it’s just insomnia.”

….Nate has nightmares..? Ethan almost laughed at that. Almost. “What do you have nightmares about?”

Nate gave a halfhearted smirk. “Well aren’t you the nosey one.”

“Oh come on, you asked me about mine.”

“Only to see if I was in it. That’s different.”

Ethan’s brows furrowed. Scared tingled across his torso. “Why do you even care?”

Nate pursed his lips. That inky sorrow crept back in his eyes. 

“Maybe I’m just tired of hurting you.”

Aaaaaaaaand Ethan stared. Blank and computing and empty.

Nate quickly looked away, clearing his throat, then flicking his eyes to the ceiling. He grimaced. “Sorry, that was…weird.” He took a few steps back. “I’ll - uh - beat you senseless tomorrow to make up for it, how’s that sound?”

Ethan gave a small smile. “That’s assuming I don’t kill you in your sleep first.”

Nate crossed his arms. “Oh come on, those are new sheets, don’t get blood all over them.”

Ethan shrugged, trying not to grin. “Alright I’ll smother you with a pillow instead.”

“Much better, thanks.”

“You’re very welcome.”

They lapsed back into the ill-fitting silence. Still ness echoed on the walls, leaching into the carpet and sucked away by the thick fabric of curtains and matching quilt. Ethan picked at his nails. Nate fidgeted with the spine of his notebook.

“Sooo…what’s in the book?”

Nate glanced down at it, then tucked it to the side. “You really are nosy today, good grief.”

“It’s night.”

Nate gave him a dramatic sigh. “Okay fine, you’re nosy tonight.”

“Sooooo, what is it?”

Nate raised an eyebrow.

Ethan scoffed. “Oh come on, tell me and I won’t kill you tonight, how’s that sound?”

Nate offered a small smile. “Well when you put it that way, what choice do I have?”

He fidgeted with the book, slowly moving it back to center, grasped tightly between both hands. “It’s…a sketchbook. I like to draw when I can’t sleep.”

Ethan glanced at it. “Can I see?”

Nate laughed, stepping back. “Oh no, you’ve gotten more than enough out of me for one night. You’re done.”

“Oh, so it’s private?”

“Yup. Not for you.” Nate grinned, turning to go. Ethan thought he'd turn back - for a moment thought he might sit on the bed and talk awhile - but Nate just walked away.

He paused at the door. “Try to get some sleep.”

Ethan nodded. “You too.”

“I’d say goodnight, but…maybe 'good luck' is more fitting?”

Ethan snorted softly in amusement. “Good luck to you too.”

Nate switched off the light and closed the door softly.

Ethan stared at the ceiling in the dark, surrounded by nothingness. But..for once, the nothingness was a welcome buffer against the world. He watched the moonlit shadows play over the wall, thinking about graphite and ink instead of glass and blood.

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