#(and he may or may not have used all in his reach to inspect said tattoos....

[mcdannowave]

#h50 5x01 #mcdanno #steve mcgarrett #danny williams #hawaii five 0 #h50 deleted scenes #scott caan #alex o'loughlin #muscles and tattoos #love this #on one side.we have a furry golden man that a certain SEAL loves to put his hands on.specially when sharing the shower #and on the other side.we have this bulked handsome man w/ huge biceps and peeking tattos.just enough to tease a certain Detective..daily #(and he may or may not have used all in his reach to inspect said tattoos.... #let's just say he needed a gatorade after that #same goes for a SEAL when he wets a blond otter w/ sweat during...activities..😏. #mine

[oikasugayama]

He F--KS You When You're Stuck pt. 2

pt. 1 *Atsushi, Fukuchi, Nikolai | pt. 2 Dazai, Ango, Oda | pt. 3 Kunikida, Sigma, Akutagawa

Disclaimer: These are works of fiction. The actions in these stories do not reflect real actions taken in the source material. I do not condone the actions some characters may take in these stories. If you are sensitive to potential non-consensual activity, do not read this series.

Contains: fem!reader being stuck/confined, sex worker, role-playing non-con

Dazai

You're one of Dazai's coworkers who he's previously hooked up with. Kunikida asks you for another box of paperclips, so you go to the supply closet down the hall. It seems you're almost out, but you do spot one box that must have fallen off the shelf and into the corner behind a stack of heavy boxes.

You decide to clear a space on a lower shelf and try to climb through enough to grab the box of paperclips from the floor, but you mistake how far they are and you end up tipping too far forward. Now your legs are in the air, your skirt is slowly shimmying up your legs, and you can't get the leverage to get back up.

"Um... Hello?" you call out, not screaming but trying to be loud so someone in the hallway or maybe the nearby bathroom will hear you. "Can someone help me out? I'm stuck in the supply closet."

You have to call out and thump on the wall a few times before the door swings open, but for some reason the person who opened it is silent. The door clicks closed again, and then you feel someone grab your hips.

"Hey-- can you at least tell me who you are???"

"Don't worry, baby, it's me."

"Oh, Dazai! Hey, I just need you to pull me out of here, I fell too far forward."

"Mmm... I can't let this opportunity go to waste though, can I? Your ass is all pretty up in the air for me..." he pulls you up just enough so that he can grind against your ass and your toes are just barely scraping the ground.

"We're at work... our coworkers are all out there..."

"I may have told Kunikida that we needed to go out and buy more supplies because you said we're out. I'm sure we have twenty minutes."

And that's how you end up with Dazai balls deep in the middle of a work day with your boss two rooms away.

"Be quiet," he hisses to you when you moan and whimper as his balls clap your ass.

"You be quiet," you huff back. "you're being too loud when you-- ohh fuck--"

"Do I have to pull you out of there and hold your mouth shut?" he grunts, pulling your hips back to meet his thrusts.

"m-maybe..."

"shut up or i'll tell kunikida i've been fucking his pretty little secretary. he'll be soooo mad."

Ango

He hates his coworkers. He hates how skeezy and immoral and degenerate they are. He hates how sometimes they convince him to go to bars and clubs in the back alleys of Yokohama. He hates himself for going along with it when one of them takes him into a back room and points at something-- he isn't sure what he's looking at at first, but then you kick your leg a little.

"Hey, is someone there?" you coo. "I'm stuck. Can you help me?"

"She's all yours," his coworker says, clapping him on the shoulder before leaving the room. Ango is stunned at first and spends several minutes standing back, staring at your bare ass sticking out from between the couch cushions.

"Are you there? I need help," you say, honestly unsure if there's still a client in your room.

Ango finally decides to use you for some stress relief since he concludes this is your job and you wouldn't be here if you didn't want to be.

He kneels behind you, gets down eye level to inspect your cunt. He can't exactly tell if you're STD free just from looking, but he's gonna try anyway, and damn you have a pretty pussy. He reaches out to feel your glistening folds and realizes you're soaking wet and plenty open for him to slide right in.

with shaking hands he pulls his cock out of his unbuttoned pants and lets himself divulge, sliding into you and starting to thrust with his eyes closed.

even as you moan and try to get him to say something, he stays silent, only giving little tiny moans and sighs every now and again. even when he cums, splashing on your back and cheeks, he only whimpers, leaving his voice mostly indiscernible. he can't let you have to ability to pick him out of a lineup later in case someone tries to blackmail him over this.

Oda

He suggests you pretend to be stuck for a form of roleplay. It's not your fault you get actually a bit stuck when you climb between the bottom tines of one of your dining chairs.

Oda comes home to you spread out on the floor in your pajamas, upper half stuck in a chair.

"Well hey there, miss. It's a good thing I came along. Can I help you get out of there?"

"Oda, I'm literally stuck," you whine. He takes a second to process that, then kneels down beside you.

"I'd be happy to help you out of there. Why don't you think of a way to repay me?" he rubs your hip, slowly moving toward your butt. As uncomfortable as you are with your chest hooked around one spire and your shoulders locked forward, you're not entirely against this right now. You'd made the plan together before anyway.

"You can use my pussy, sir," you pay politely, and Oda sighs heavily as he pulls down your shorts.

"Sounds like a perfect trade." He whistles when he sees that you're not wearing panties. "My, my, what a pretty cunt you've got."

He starts teasing, eventually fingering you as you moan and squirm. He's his usual self, praising you while he works you up, all the while pretending like a good samaritan who's just helping you out.

Before he gets his dick out he does actually help you out of the chair because he thinks you look uncomfortable and he wants to see your pretty face while he fucks you.

#bungo stray dogs smut #bungo stray dogs fanfic #dazai x reader #dazai fanfic #dazai headcanons #dazai smut #ango x reader #ango headcanons #ango fanfic #ango smut #oda smut #oda fanfic #oda headcanons #oda x reader #bsd x reader #bsd smut #bsd headcanons #bsd oda #bsd ango #bsd dazai

[buckets-and-trees]

You're such a wicked menace, Eva!

Title: Insatiable Characters/Pairings: Bucky Barnes x female!Reader Word Count: 1845

Summary: Your new boyfriend comes along when you pick up the keys for your new apartment and conduct the move-in inspection.

Content Warnings: explicit smut (oral - female receiving, vaginal fingering, nipple play, vaginal penetration, hint at overstimulation, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, cream pie)

Logistical Notes: Fulfilling my February box for @buckybarnesevents Build-a-Bucky Bingo event (forehead kiss, fingering). Follows our Desperate couple but can be read as a stand alone piece.

Additional Notes: Honestly I didn't have any plans to return to our rivals-to-lovers couple from Desperate and Uncertain and Sure again so soon, but this gif hit a certain inspiration and may pull from some literal "reader insert" vibes as I'm moving into a new apartment right now... Also thoroughly inspired by this post coming across my dash today thanks to @ghotifishreads.

↠ Masterlist | Aspen's Ask Box | Field Guide to the Forest

You couldn’t help the permanent smile on your face.

Yes, moving was going to be a hassle, and you didn’t have a clue how everything was going to fit into this tiny one-bedroom apartment, but being back in the place again, keys officially in your hands, the place really yours, standing in front of the bright living room windows that made your heart sing when you first saw the place, that feeling that this was your place warmed your whole chest again.

It was hard to break away from the light streaming in through the windows, but you turned your head to look at Bucky. “So? What do you think of the place?”

He was new to your life, too.

The kidnapping and rescue in Paris had been only a month ago. Over that month, you and Bucky had been figuring out what the revelation of your feelings for each other meant outside of a life and death situation. Parts of that were easy, other parts were trickier, but nothing that made you want to abandon ship.

“I think it’ll suit you well,” he answered. His smile was soft. You loved seeing this side of him, especially after so many years of angst and rivalry between you.

“You’re practically glowing with excitement,” he added.

Your smile grew to a grin, and you shrugged one shoulder. “It’s smaller than the place I’ve been, but I couldn’t resist all this sunlight.”

You turned around and looked at the empty living room that bled into the kitchen area. “I want to try and measure things and figure out where everything will go before the movers bring the furniture in tomorrow. I’m still worried about whether all my shelves will fit or not.”

You set your bag down on the kitchen counter and began to pull out a measuring tape, the blue painters tape you planned on using to map out the furniture shapes on the floor and rummaged for the hastily scribbled together list you’d made of your furniture dimensions.

Bucky had remained silent – he was often so silent you could forget he was present when you got immersed into something – and you spun back around to see him still in the same position across the room by the windows, studying you.

“What?”

“You know what we have to do before anything else,” he said seriously.

“What’s that?”

He licked his lips.

Oh.

Your stomach flipped.

“Bucky, we can’t–”

He chuckled. “You have the keys, it’s officially your place,” he said, stalking toward you. “We absolutely can.”

Before you could utter another word, he reached for your elbow and tugged you into his arms, planting a sound kiss right on your mouth, swallowing all protest. He coaxed your lips open, and his tongue licked into your mouth, drawing an eager moan from you.

Damn, he was too good at this, you thought as your hands came up to clutch at his back.

He pressed your bodies together, and you were not surprised to feel the evidence of his arousal pressing against you. One thing you had learned about Bucky over the last month was that he could be ready to have you on the turn of a dime, and he could be insatiable. That your body responded so quickly to him as well was both blessing and curse. Less than a minute and you were melting completely against him, eager for more, and you could feel the slickness already growing at your slit.

Your hands dropped down his back, but only to reach the hem of his sweater before dipping under so your fingers could eagerly climb up against his naked skin. He grinned into the kiss.

With his sweater quickly halfway up his torso, Bucky broke off the kiss momentarily to pull it up and off the rest of the way. Then he coaxed you down to the floor, spreading his sweater down on the hardwood floor and laying you gently on top of it. His body covered yours, and he began kissing you in earnest again, his vibranium arm planted next to your head while his other hand began deftly working at the buttons on the front of your blouse.

It was only another moment or two before he’d pushed your shirt open to bare your torso to him, and Bucky wasted no time in trailing his hot lips down your throat to blaze down your chest, paving a heated path between your breasts, over the band of your bra, and down your stomach. He gave your belly button a playful lick that had you gasping and a giggle bubbling up your throat.

“Bucky!”

He chuckled, and reached down to pull your shoes off as he pressed more kisses over your stomach. Then, with both shoes discarded, he knelt above you to unbutton and unzip your jeans, before pulling them down and off your legs. As your legs came back down on either side of him, his hands skimmed slowly along your inner thighs, and when they reached your core, he pressed one thumb at the base of your clothed slit and brushed it up over the damp cloth of your panties, the other thumb following just after and teasing you again there. You canted your hips up, wordlessly asking for more.

Bucky smirked, but he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your underwear and quickly pulled them off, tossing them to the side as well.

“Please,” you begged.

“Happily,” he whispered, then lowered himself down to wedge his shoulders between your thighs, pressing them wide to accommodate his broad frame. He licked a stripe up your dripping slit, moaning at the taste of you.

Your stomach swam with butterflies and your cheeks heated slightly. You had never been with anyone so unabashedly open with their desire for you as Bucky. He held nothing back when expressing his pleasure, his desire. It was a heady thing to be on the receiving end of, and you it still had you between feeling slightly flustered and drowning further in the depths of how intoxicating it was to know the effect you had on him.

He applied a second, slower lick over your folds, and then he began to kiss your lower lips the way he did your mouth, and your entire body coiled up for him, back arching, hands grabbing for his short hair, legs contracting.

“Bucky, god, yes,” the words tumbled out as you quickly began to lose more and more of your coherence.

But he was slow and torturous in his ministrations. You squirmed for more, but he held your pelvis down with one firm hand, while the other gently caressed your hip. Your fingers found his vibranium ones, and he entwined them with yours and started to fuck your cunt with his tongue.

When he heard a little whine escape from you, he began to suck your clit diligently. The orgasm that he’d been building you toward escaped from you briefly, but the switch picked right up on building that tension again, and he flicked his tongue a few times across your swollen nub as he sucked, and then you cried out as you finally tumbled over the edge of ecstasy.

He pressed a kiss to your cunt, then shifted up, quickly maneuvering his hands beneath your back to unclasp your bra and pull off your last piece of clothing. It was the only moment of reprieve he gave you, because then his mouth dipped to suck at one of your tits, and one of his hands worked into your folds, slowly stroking in and out of your tight channel. Two fingers curled into your pussy, and he quickly found one of his favorite places – that spongy spot on the front of your walls, knowing he found exactly the spot he needed as you gave a debauched moan. He slipped in a third finger, and as he sucked the hardened nub of your nipple and lapped at it, he worked to rip your second orgasm from your soul more quickly. It was clear nothing was going to deter him from his plans to ruin you in the empty apartment, and you could only be glad you were up on a floor high enough you didn’t risk any neighbors seeing in your open blinds to see the way he was taking you apart right there on the floor.

The second orgasm burst through your body unexpectedly, and it stole the breath from your lungs.

It had ripped through you so powerfully that you didn’t register the clinking sound of his belt buckle coming undone and hitting the floor as he unzipped and pushed down his jeans and boxer briefs.

But you noticed he wasn’t finished with you as he slipped one hand under your thigh and angled your hips to slot the head of his cock between your puffy folds.

You whimpered, fighting to open your eyes and plead your case as you looked into in the depths of his heated blues. Whether you were pleading for him to stop or for more, you really didn’t know or care at this point.

He hitched your leg up around his hip and slowly slid his fat cock fully into your cunt. “So damn good.”

You moaned openly, completely debauched on pleasure at this point, but clearly your pussy wouldn’t refuse him plying you with even more of it.

Deep, slow strokes.

You felt every aching inch of him as he thrust slowly in and out of your tight channel. He still made you stretch around him, and it was exquisite for both of you.

Full, so full.

In and out.

So deep inside of you now, and you could do nothing but make incoherent noises beneath him, gasping for air. “I know, sugar, I know," he murmured into the crook of your neck. "Gonna give us what we both need.”

And he fucking does, as he does every time, using your body as if he’s had you for years. He rewarded you both with an orgasm that truly leaves you boneless and breathless once he finally pushed you over the edge and then sped up his thrusts to chase his own release as your vagina squeezed around his throbbing cock. He groaned as he spilled hot ropes of cum inside of you, thrusting until he’d emptied himself in you completely. Finally, he collapsed on top of you, and pressed kisses into the crook of your neck, then along your jaw, allowing you to try and catch your breath before finally kissing your lips again.

You whined against his lips, and he rolled over, taking you with him, and letting you lay half on his chest, half against his side. He continued to kiss you lazily.

You didn’t know how long he continued to make out with you, but the sun’s rays had shifted significantly once he pressed a kiss to your forehead and you rested your head on his bare shoulder.

“It’s a good floor,” he said, almost mundanely.

You laughed softly.

“We’ll need to check the counters a little later,” he added.  

↠ Masterlist | Aspen's Ask Box | Field Guide to the Forest

#bucky barnes #sebastian stan #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x female reader #aspen wrote something #aspen asks #desperate verse #build a bucky bingo 2023 #babb2023

[yesihaveaobsession]

Helping Hands

Alastor x female reader

Summary; to show your appreciation you decide you wanna cook dinner for everyone. In the process you jab yourself with the knife and Alastors protective instincts kick in

WARNING: cutting, no mentions of blood but al is being adorable.

In the kitchen of the hotel, you were moving swiftly around the said kitchen. Pots clanked and pans sizzled as you diligently prepared dinner for the residents. Tonight, you wanted to cook up something nice for everyone, they had welcomed you into their humble abode a few days ago and wanted to thank them.

You were truly loved from each and every one of them, even Alastor. He adorned you and even grown to become somewhat protective of you. As you chopped vegetables with practiced precision, a familiar voice cut through the din.

"Ah, what do we have here? Cooking up a delectable feast, are we?" His eyes were filled with curiosity, as he ventured further into the kitchen and watched you. You glanced up from your task, offering a warm smile. "Indeed, I thought I'd whip up something special for everyone tonight. "Alastor's wide smile only got bigger. he made a show of sniffing the air dramatically. "Ah, the aroma alone is positively divine Do you require any assistance, my dear?"

You looked up again and only smiled at the Radio Demon, chuckling softly, you shook your head. "No, thank you, Alastor. I've got everything under control." He only raised an eyebrow then found himself leaning onto the counter, reaching for a spice that you were using and taking it in-between two of his fingers and inspecting it. He then he observed your culinary skills with interest. However, fate had other plans in store.

As you deftly sliced through a ripe tomato, your concentration wavered for a moment, and the blade nicked your finger. It was a tiny cut, barely a scratch, but the sudden sting made you hiss in surprise. Before you could react, Alastor was by your side in an instant, his expression a mix of concern and urgency. But still had his crescent smile "Goodness gracious, are you alright?"

You couldn't help but let out a chuckle at how he was reacting it was sweet, but you've been through a lot worse than a messily cut. "I'm fine, Alastor, really. It's just a little cut." But Alastor wasn't convinced, surprisingly with gentle assistance which you were fine and didn't need. Alastor gently helped you sit on a chair, holding your wrist up to his level, he moved his monocle and squinted slightly inspecting your cut. You tried to stifle a laugh. His movements surprisingly tender as he inspected the minor injury.

"It may be minor, my dear, but it still requires attention," he murmured, retrieving a first aid kit from a nearby cabinet.You watched in amusement as he cleaned up and bandaged your cut. Once he was satisfied with his handiwork, Alastor straightened up, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. "There we are all patched up. Now, allow me to take over the cooking duties while you rest."

You were going to argue, and he knew you well enough to cut you off. "And don't argue with me dear." He pointed his finger at you still smiling. You only sighed and said "Fine" That's all he needed to hear, he was zooming all around the kitchen humming a tune. You couldn't help but smile at his genuine concern, touched by his unexpected act of kindness. "Thank you, Alastor. I appreciate it."

"Of course, my darling."

#alastor #hazbin hotel #alastor x you #the radio demon #hazbin alastor #alastor imagine #i have an obsession

[p1nkshield]

Part two of the prompt written by phantom-dc

I hope you enjoy!

Jason carefully picked up the core after Bruce left and looked over it, inspecting each and every inch.

“Thank you”

“So you can speak!” Jason said incredulously.

“Takes a lot” a small barely audible reply entered Jason’s mind. “But I will heal eventually.”

“Then rest up kid, only let me know if there’s something you need okay?”

“Okay”

Jason stayed in the manor carrying around this stone they got from patrol a few weeks ago. If he was not holding it was sitting on something soft within his reach and line of sight. His family grew more and more concerned as the weeks went by.

Tim began to preface the goals of the family meeting regarding Jason’s behavior.

“Okay it is clear to everyone here that ever since Jason got that weird rock on patrol he’s been acting different. I thought we could all corroborate our experiences”

Damian piped up “I saw him speaking to it as if it responded to him. He spoke to it and waited in turn” Damian then took some time to consider his words. “He then looked at me quizzically as if I were acting strange.”

Alfred then spoke as his brows knit together “I saw young master Jason with the old children’s book titled Mog’s birthday. I thought perhaps he was enjoying it for the sake of nostalgia as I used to read it to him when he was a child. I soon found myself mistaken. He was reading it aloud to this ‘core’”

“Has anyone noticed that when we discussed the organization behind this attack Jason just gets up and leaves?” Tim questioned

Dick nodded along with everyone “One more thing. He was singing to it. I haven’t heard him sing since…”

The rest went unsaid. Bruce needed to confront him. Perhaps this power source was more than he realized. If he had led his son to being mind controlled after everything that happened to him he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself. He had to get to the bottom of this quickly.

Jason made his way to the dinner table chatting idly with the core in tow.

“Hey kid, one thing to know about Alfred is that he’s the coolest guy you’ll ever meet, he was the one who got me into some of my favorite hobbies.”

“And my old man, usually is such a pain in the… uhh yeah, he never really trusts me with important things off the battlefield until he trusted me with you.”

A light laugh floated up from the core “I’m important?”

“Of course you are, you’re a kid! I may be a scary gunslinger but I still want to protect the innocent”

The core spoke again, this time softer.

“Thank you”

“You’re welcome. You’ve been rather talkative today do you feel any better?”

“Yes! I might be able to”

“Jason, please sit down.” Bruce called out to him

Jason sat down a little annoyed since Bruce interrupted the child. looking at all the worried faces cooled his anger as Bruce began to speak.

“Jason have you noticed that your behavior has been significantly different as of late?”

“I mean yea but”

Before Jason could finish his sentence the core glowed with ice blue light and floated out of his reach.

“KID?!? TALK TO ME WHATS GOING ON?”

His answer came in a white haired glowing little boy in a black and white hazmat suit falling towards the ground, whom Jason caught easily.

This family of crime fighting detectives had never looked so surprised. Dick dropped his forkful of spaghetti onto his lap as he stared.

“What? I thought you knew!”

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#dc x dp #prompt fill #I’m not the best at tagging so here goes #i ran out of tags #At the Core fic

[honeygrahambitch]

Will had one quick look at his watch.

"Time for me to go, it's getting quite late." He said as he got up from the armchair. He and Hannibal ended up talking for hours even if basically his session should have ended a long time ago.

He let out a deep hiss as a sharp pain went through his right shoulder. He knew he should have avoided making any sudden move.

"What's wrong?" Hannibal asked as Will'a sudden reaction caught Hannibal's attention.

"Yesterday I bent down to pick up a part of the boat engine I am working on and I must have somehow pulled a muscle. I forgot about it." He said as he quickly masked the pain with a smile.

"That's certainly not something to ignore." Hannibal said as he got up too and inspected Will from head to toes as if he was trying to make sure nothing else was broken.

"It's fine, ibuprofen helps." Will said and immediately regretted it. The expression on Hannibal's face changed.

"May I?" He said as he took a few steps closer behind Will.

"Let me guess, besides mastering all the skills a human being can master, you are also a physiotherapist."

"No, I haven't mastered it, but I do have some knowledge."

"Sure, go ahead, doctor." Will said and tensed instantly when Hannibal's hands rested on his shoulders.

"I need you to relax. And I need you to tell me when it hurts. And don't try to hold it in like you usually do."

"Is it that hard to believe that my pain threshold is just very high- OH FUCK, HANNIBAL."

"Seems like I'm in the right spot." He commented. Sure, asking Will to take off his shirt would have made his job easier but he didn't want to overstep his boundaries. He must have been in an enormous amount of pain anyway if he complied so easily with Hannibal's request.

"You think so?" Will asked and his again as Hannibal's hands did their magic near the spot where the neck meets the shoulder.

"Is this above your pain threshold?"

"Why? Is this all you can- JESUS CHRIST."

"Your muscles are so stiff. You were saying this shoulder of yours is usually giving you troubles in general. Would you mind it if I took care of your other shoulder too?" He asked as his hands presses now around the pulled muscle, giving Will a break. "It looks like you really need a massage."

"Whatever you say. Not all of us sit tight 24 out of 24."

"It's just a habit. Of course, that means it is something you have to educate yourself." Hannibal said as his hands were now massaging both shoulders.

Will let out a deep sigh as he felt his tight muscle slowly relaxing against Hannibal's firm grip. The initial pain was gone and was slowly being replaced by something else.

Hannibal found a spot right below Will's nape, almost between the shoulder bladed and used his thumbs to press into it. Will let out a moan and tilted his head back, leaning into Hannibal's touch.

Hannibal had a satisfied smile upon his lips as his hands went back towards Will's shoulders, working their way into relieving the stiffness. When he reached that one muscle again, Will didn't make any noise this time, other than letting out a sigh.

"You should have mentioned that you have magic hands since our first session. Is this something you include in your therapy?"

"Not to everyone. Just for you, in fact." He said as his hands were now resting on Will's shoulders.

"Thanks'. It feels like this has solved all my issues to be honest." He said and laughed, which made Hannibal beam even more.

"That is good to hear." Hannibal said as he walked away from his back. "And Will, you don't need to pull a muscle next time you need a massage. You can just ask for it."

#disclaimers I don't have any knowledge in the art of massage #and i don't want any correction regarding that #haha #just enjoy the fic #hannibal #hannigram #hannibal lecter #will graham #hannibal nbc #hannibal series #hannibal fanfiction

[rorywritesjunk]

I will never ask you for anything, Except to dream sweet of me

Look, everyone has some kind of secret. You just didn't want Buggy to find this one out. Rating: PGish, honest. Warnings: None really. Girlfriend references making one threat. Buggy feels just a little bit insecure. A/N: I wrote this quick and had fun with it. I wanted some light hearted fluff nonsense. For once no one is having a bad day in this. Song title comes from "Heaven, Iowa" by Fall Out Boy.

Whenever you knew Buggy would be gone for several nights in a row on raids, pillages, and whatever he did when he was gone for nights on end, you made sure you had your own way of coping with missing him. It was hard not having him around in bed to keep you company because hey, you loved that silly guy, but you also had your own needs, and one of those needs was tucked in a box in your side of the wardrobe underneath some shoes. He never looked there because you always put away the laundry, so whenever he was gone you made sure to sneak it out and keep it in bed with you.

You expected him to be gone for four nights total, which was perfect because you knew if he discovered what you had he may be offended or mortified that you used it as a substitute for him. Buggy was sensitive about certain things, you have known this, which is why it was a secret. You never told him what you bought during one of your grocery runs. You couldn’t help it when you saw it. You needed it.

Again, four nights. Buggy wouldn’t be back for four nights. That was fine with you, but what you didn’t expect was him to show up on the third night as a surprise.

It was late when he showed up in your shared quarters. He was a little disappointed to find you asleep, but he took notice that you were in one of his shirts and on his side of the bed, even using his pillow. He tossed his jacket over the back of a chair and set his captain’s hat on the seat before making his way over to you. You had the covers pulled up to your nose as you slept, looking adorable and peaceful. 

Yea, he was definitely going to wake you up because he wanted a kiss.

He pulled the covers back and leaned down, only to freeze when he saw what was clutched to your chest. 

“What the fuck is that?” He demanded, waking you up from your slumber. Your head was spinning from the sudden wakeup call and it took you a moment to realize he was standing there.

“Buggy!” You exclaimed as you tried to hide what you didn’t want him to see under the blankets, but he was too fast, snatching it out of your hands as he held it out at arms length, looking a little horrified. “Let me explain!”

“Where did you even get this?!” 

“Buggy!”

“I don’t… what is this?!”

“I miss you when you’re gone!” You told him as you scrambled out of bed to try and snatch it from him. He held it out of your reach.  “I bought it at the market, okay? Some little old lady was making them!”

He stared at the little plushy that weirdly resembled him, from the orange captain’s hat all the way to his nose. Buggy touched the plushy carefully, turning it over as he inspected it before touching the nose. “Who made this?”

“She based them off wanted posters. She's made a bunch of different pirates.” You huffed as you finally snatched it from him. “I just miss you when you’re gone, so I bought it, but I was embarrassed and didn’t want you to get weirded out, okay?” You poked him hard in the chest accusingly. “And you said you’d be gone for four nights, Buggy! Why are you home a night early? I didn’t want you to know about this!”

“We finished early.” He said, his eyes never leaving the little plushy in your hands. “And I missed you.”

You pouted at him. “Well, I missed you too. I always miss you. So I have this little Buggy to hold while I think of you, but I’m never going to ask you to stay when you gotta go do stuff, okay?”

“That’s not to replace me, right?” He asked, pointing at it. 

“What? No!” You told him. “I’d never replace you!”

He reached for it and you hesitated for a moment before handing it over to him. You didn’t want him to wreck it because you adored it, but you also didn’t want him to be too weirded out by it. “Look, if you really don’t like it, I’ll get rid of it…”

“No, I don’t want you to get rid of it.” He said as he looked it over again. The construction of it was pretty durable, and the clothes were made to come off if desired. He touched the nose, finding it held on by just a few stitches. He frowned at that.

You hesitated when you saw he noticed that little detail. “I told her she needed to add your nose. She… didn’t include it when I picked it up so I told her to add it or else.”

“Or else?” He glanced up at you with a bit of a smirk. “Threatening old ladies now, babe?”

“It wasn’t you without the nose, Buggy!” You shot back as your cheeks flushed, both from the slight embarrassment of this whole situation and from recalling the conversation with the old woman. “She didn’t think it was necessary and we argued, and finally I told her to add the nose or else she wouldn’t have a booth anymore.” You huffed. “I may have overreacted, but I love it.”

He flicked the nose of the toy before handing it back over to you. “Keep it on your nightstand if you want, I guess.”

You took it back and gave it a hug. “Really?”

“However, If I catch you hugging it while I’m home and in bed with you then I’m torching it.” He warned you. 

“Ass.” You retorted with a grin. “I love you.”

“Yea, whatever.” He muttered as he took it out of your hands and tossed it on the bed before grabbing you and pulling you in for a kiss. He mumbled against your lips, “Love you too, babe.”

~~

btw if you've never seen the Buggy plushy this is what inspired this because I bought it and it's so ridiculously cute.

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[heliiacus]

to traverse this with you

tags: armin x reader, forced proximity, one bed (technically), reader is cold, armin is dreadfully concerned, reader uses she/her pronouns

warnings: none!

words: 1.4k | masterlist

They used to love one another, long ago. Not loudly, nor ferociously, or even in a way that the other knew about, but they did. She knows that now. It could have stayed simple. They could have stayed apart. It has been years since she's been deployed to Marley, to live and work under a secret identity; and grieve as she may have for him, she could have lived with it. She really could have. They could have stayed star-crossed, torn away by war, but things just had to get difficult. Now, with tensions rising, she is forced to relocate – to trek through the lone mountains in the desolate Marleyan wilderness, in an attempt to clandestinely reach a port outside Liberio. And in another world it would have, perhaps, been a task of a casual undertaking. It could have been simple. Were it not for him, by her side: the man she has grieved for this entire time. Were it not for this one simple, stupid mistake.

She didn't pack slow enough. That's the truth. There was no time. He'd stood by her door then, face pale and stricken, fists trembling at his sides, and he'd told her they were leaving; he'd told her they were leaving now.

She did not think. The man stood straight on the step of her door, one hand digging into the wood of its frame, and her feet worked faster than her mind did. She grabbed the things most important to her then. Her journal, the photographs tucked tightly into the worn sleeve. Razomov's poems. Some spare clothes.

She locked the door on her way out, sparing her last, fleeting thought on a wonder if she should hide the key. She did not think about the festering fall, or the cold that would soon grow rampant. She did not think of anything at all.

It was her fault, of course. It was. And now, as she lay in the middle of the night, trembling from head to toe and curled on her side, she is paying for it. Silently, she curses the gods that walk this earth, and she watches the man sleeping next to her with a misery akin to a beaten pup.

Surely, it would be alright. Surely, he would understand. Though years have passed, she can't, she just can’t think of a world where Armin would make fun of her. He lies so close to her, just within an arm's reach, and does she not know him? Were they not friends?

Are they not now?

His name leaves her mouth quietly; far quieter than she intended for it to be. He wakes immediately; so swiftly that she almost feels bad for it, for calling out to him. She said it softly, weakly; through her teeth, through the cold – through the hope that he won’t, in the end, hear it. That he won’t wake. And yet there he is, breath rattled as he rises, looking at her with a panic.

"Yes?" He asks briskly, looking around: at her, first, then the flap of the tent, then around them altogether. She can see, even in the near-dim light, that he's reaching for his blades. "Are you okay? What's wrong?"

His tone is levelled but alert, and her insides roil, the embarrassment burning her cheeks so steadfastly it almost beats the cold in her veins.

"I’m sorry," she says, sounding so disastrously pitiful – even to herself. "I really am, this is so stupid."

At this he relaxes, from what she can tell at least. His hold loosens on the blade, and then his hand slithers away from it altogether. He watches her, apprehensive and achingly kind.

"It's alright, Y/N. What's wrong? Tell me," he urges, sitting up higher. He levels her with a look, she can see that much; inspecting her, she thinks.

She sighs, exasperation building in her, and she tries to pick her words, one after the other melting once she sees the spark of gentle amusement grow in his gaze. Seeing it, her shoulders ease, and instead of toiling over words or excuses, she simply tells him: "It really is stupid. But it's too cold," she admits, reaching out her hands in front of her, both shaking with a fervor. "I’m usually not that sensitive, but I think I got too cold in the river earlier, and I’m not able to warm up. I can't sleep."

And there is no beat missed. Armin grabs her hand hastily, and he curses right after. "Rose. Y/N," he begins, crawling to her swiftly, and her mind reels. Then she feels the back of his hand at her throat. "You're cold as ice," he breathes out harshly, pulling his hands away from her. The gesture, so quick and efficient, has her head spinning. "I’m so sorry I didn't notice. Y/N, this is no joke, you're shaking like a leaf." He looks up at her again, meeting her eyes. There is panic in his, swirling in the timid light. "You need to, I mean–" then his gaze falls, and for a moment he sits there, between her sleeping place and his. She thinks she sees discomfort course through him, momentarily; she tries to parse through it, frame trembling, but all she comes to is the blankness that follows. "If you want,” Armin tells her, “but you really should, we could– we should sleep close together. I mean, I tend to be warmer than most, because of the titan, and I can make my temperature grow higher if you'll need it." He prattles on, a nervousness entering his voice, and his hands grow animated as he tries to explain himself, and she just stares at him, lost in the momentary absurdity.

An odd feeling strikes her altogether. A breathlessness, a certain turmoil – and then a nostalgic sense takes their place, one that leaves her so swiftly that she barely places it. He notices it, she knows he does – or perhaps he just calms beneath the weight of her stare, and all at once his energy dies down. His hands fall to his sides, and his shoulders ease, and then he looks at her with this careful, almost boyish look. “You need to warm up,” he tells her in concern, and there, as she sit shaking in full, she feels her embarrassment wash away.

“Please,” she tells him, her mind, once more, growing blank with the cold, and he crawls to her. He takes her blanket, and he pulls at her sleep roll, and then he ushers her closer.

Within moments, they lay side by side, sharing the two blankets on top of the both of them, and while she still trembles, he still gazes at her worrily.

"Would you–"

"Could I–"

They both fall quiet then, and she smiles at him plaintively, urging him to continue.

Armin swallows. "Would you like to come closer? I think it would help." Then he opens his mouth again, to supply, to no doubt ensure her that he's not trying to be a lecher but that he is simply worried, and she could laugh, she really could. Perhaps he sees it in her gaze, and his mouth stays shut; waiting, instead, for her reply.

She does not reply. She pulls herself closer to him, in-between his arms and right up against his chest, and though she may have felt embarrassed, or shy, or anxious about such a thing, it all melts away when she finally, mercifully feels warm. She hums instinctively, and Armin hums back at her, quieter, softer; the sound so oddly familiar. She feels his arms wrap around her, just around the top of her back, and then she is flush against him.

"Better?" He asks softly, and his voice rumbles in his chest.

"Much better," she admits, sighing. Slowly, she can feel the trembling seep out of her. Her hand curls around his shirt, feeling the buttons in her grasp. She wonders if he minds, but he neither tenses, nor says anything. "You really can control your temperature?" She asks him absently, trying not to focus on the scent of him she's caught, or the surprise she feels at it. Vanilla. Sweet vanilla.

"Mhm," he hums again, shifting just slightly. "It's cause we regulate temperature before and during transformation," Armin tells her, seemingly, at least to her, just as absent. She wonders to herself, quietly, if he is uncomfortable, and then she thinks she would know. Then she thinks a second time – and then she is not so sure. "Would you like me to..?"

"No, this is okay," she reassures him, and before she can stop it from leaving her mouth, she tells him: "This is good."

He squeezes at her. Paperlight, just a fraction; but enough so she could feel it, purposefully so. It pinches something in her chest, an odd, indescribable feeling settling there – a memory, fleeting and fast.

She rests her forehead against his chest in response, and realises she can feel him breathe this way. In, and out, deeply; oddly deep, as if it were artificial, as if he were telling himself when to inhale, then to exhale.

And it's not long before she feels all of her exhaustion crash on her. She sought to talk to Armin more, to soothe herself off this embarrassment, or to simply drag this moment longer, but she finds that she cannot. Lulled by the metronomic nature of his breathing, she feels herself begin to slip quickly.

"I'll sleep like this. Is that okay?" She asks him faintly.

She thinks she feels his chin rest on her head. She thinks he squeezes her again, pulling her closer, but it could be just her mind. "Sleep, Y/N," is all she hears, and then she is gone.

dividers by arlerts-angel

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[absurdthirst]

Services Paid For {Dave York x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 23.1k

Warnings: Infidelity, sex work, sex for cash, prostitution, mentions of safe words/limits, blackmail, bondage, restraints, oral sex (male receiving), face fucking, toys, nipple play, clitoral stimulation, cock warming, unprotected sex, cum play, alcohol, drunken flirting, spanking, oral sex (female receiving), cum eating, face slapping, anal fingering, anal sex, rough treatment, anger, miscommunication and angst, harsh/derogatory names, apologies, guilt, make up sex, mistress arrangement, sickness, comfort.

Comments: Dave quietly gets the sexual satisfaction he needs by paying for it. No emotional attachments, just sex for cash. Which is how you end up in his apartment, surprised that man what you sometimes babysit for wants to pay for your pussy.

Co-written with @pedropascalsx

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You sigh as you look in your pantry, the bare shelves a painful reminder of how screwed you are. College was hard and the restaurant you had been waiting tables at had suddenly closed after a failed health inspection meaning that your income had stopped. 

Reluctantly you pulled out your phone and punched a text to your best friend.

‘So, this escorting thing… you promise that the guy is legit? He won’t make me do anything I don’t want to? And always pays?’

She had told you about a guy she had met on a dating app a while ago, she had fucked him a few times but he didn’t like to sleep with the same person more than twice. No emotions. No feelings. Just someone to scratch and itch and he’d pay handsomely for their discretion. 

He had reached out to her and asked if she knew anyone free that weekend because he needed some relief, and she knew about your predicament and said she’d speak to you. 

Initially you had refused to even hear it, saying you’d ‘rather starve’ than let some ‘bored two pump chump husband’ fuck you. 

But with rent due and your tummy rumbling, desperate times turn to desperate measures. 

Dave checks the burner phone. A prepaid cell that isn't tied to him in any way. Bought with cash in some rinky-dink store, not even bought by him. One that was safe for him to use for his various transgressions that Carol doesn't ever need to know about, though he's sure that she's somewhat aware of what he does. She couldn't be that stupid to not guess. 

He loves his wife but she's......boring. Unable or unwilling to give him what he wants sexually and not even open to discussing it. Sex is routine, bland. Every Thursday after the kids have gone to bed, he's allowed to fuck her. Missionary, with the lights off, her tits off limits since before Alice was born. He never truly got the release he wanted and he didn't even want anything too shocking. It wasn't like he was into heavy BDSM, just some bondage, spanking and face fucking. He wanted to cum over a woman's tits and have her eat his spend. Or let him bend her over and finger her ass while he fucks her cunt. So now the best option for him was to discreetly pay for it. His last girl had been used too many times but she's said she has a friend who could use the money. So now he's waiting for the text. 

‘She’s down. A little shy, not the most sexually experienced but open to being used as long as hard limits are discussed. She’s okay with anal play, but doesn’t want anal sex. No fisting. And no waste play. Everything else is on the table. Doesn’t want to tell you her real name, so is fine with casual endearments. Saturday at 7? Usual spot? Half the cash upfront and the rest as she’s leaving.’

Larissa texts Dave, happy that you’ve reached out for help seeing as you refused her offer to buy you some groceries, at least you’ll be able to eat this way. Dave is safe, not the friendliest or the chattiest but he’s safe. Respects the word no and honors safe words, limits and always pays. The fact he always makes his partners cum and is fucking gorgeous is just an added bonus to what will be a night of pure pleasure.

‘Send her the address. 7 is fine. Tell her to text if she's going to be late or backs out.’ Dave hums in approval, cock twitching as he wonders about this new girl. What she looks like doesn't really matter to him. He's attracted to all kinds of women. As long as she's eager to let him fuck her. It's a release, not a fucking relationship. 

He slips the phone back into his briefcase and sighs, checking his watch and striding into the kitchen to pour another cup of coffee. Needing to finish getting the girls ready for school so he can go to work.

Larissa sends you the information, and confirms again that you’re in safe hands. You text her a quick thank you before pouring yourself the last of your cereal and milk. 

  You’re undeniably nervous, anxiety taking the front seat but you can’t help but be excited too. Having never slept with a stranger before makes this new and exciting, and you trust Larissa when she says he’s a good fuck. 

Finishing up your cereal, you grab your bag and make your way to class, trying to distract yourself from thinking about what he might look like. You know from the area of the apartment you’re meeting him in that he’s good for the money, it’s a good thirty minute drive away over on the good side of town.

It's a good damn thing that it's Friday. Only having to wait another day before he can fuck away the stress of the week. Maybe this inexperienced girl Larissa knows will let him spank her. Anal's off the table but that's okay. There's a lot he can do to a cunt, a mouth. Even eating her ass would be more than Carol let him do. She barely wanted oral. There were times he wondered if she had a lover but it just seems like she's sexually repressed. Lingering Catholic guilt even though she's not stepped foot in a church in years.

The day goes by in a busied blur, you had agreed to clean up after a meeting for some of the faculty because any leftover food is yours to take home and before you know it, you’re filling up a tray with sandwiches, chips and sweet treats that no one had touched. 

On the walk home all you can think about is your plans for the next day, whether you should bring anything and what you should wear. Figuring that if Larissa is telling the truth, you won’t be wearing it for long anyway, but still wanting to look like you’ve made an effort. Nerves flood your system as you round the block to your apartment, your hunger being pushed away by your anxiety. A new constant battle of ‘am I really going to do this?’ Playing over and over in your head. 

You settle on yes. You haven’t found another job yet, and you refuse to move back in with your parents.

Saturday morning is routine in the York household. Dance practice or gymnastics, whatever is written on the calendar for the girl's activities. First thing in the morning, followed up by lunch out and ice cream while they play in the park. It's a picture perfect view of a loving family, but Dave is constantly thinking about later tonight. The apartment he keeps for his dirty little habit is clean and ready. He has someone come in every week to change the sheets and dust. He can afford it and his girls never go without. He doesn't feel bad about this. It's a need, just like those massages Carol insists are necessary for her to be a good mother. This is necessary for him to be an attentive and loving husband and father.

You sleep in as late as you can, having spent half the night watching a new series and being unable to sleep due to nerves. Larissa texts you a list of what not to do, and ensures that you won’t ask him anything too personal. 

You have your outfit laid out on the bed, a simple pink sundress and a matching lacy pink lingerie set. Nothing too fancy, but enough to show that you’ve made an effort for him. 

’This is a one time thing,’ you reassure yourself as you start to get ready, nerves steadily increasing as the time ticks by. 

‘$500’. Larissa texts, confirming the amount you’ll be paid for the evening. Enough to buy groceries and put towards the final part of your monthly rent. And with that, there’s no backing out now.

“Babe, I’ve got to run into the office.” Dave checks his watch and is satisfied that he will have plenty of time to set out any toys he wants to use before the girl shows up. “I’ll be a few hours, so don’t wait up.”

****

You arrive at the address a few minutes before seven, anxiety coursing through your veins as you make your way to the building, about to press the buzzer but the door swings open and the person leaving holds it open for you to enter. 

‘It’s nice,’ is your first thought as you enter the building, the hall clean and looked after with fresh flowers on each windowsill. You rock up and down on your tiptoes as you wait for the elevator, stepping into it with a large inhale the second the doors open and pressing down on the button for the top floor.

Dressed in casual clothes, Dave takes off his shoes and twists the rope in his hands. It’s soft and sturdy, perfect for Shibari and he wants to tie the girl up tonight. The idea already has his cock half hard and he wonders if she will show up.

After standing outside his apartment for a few minutes, you build up the courage to knock on the door. Knocking loudly three times before taking a step back and waiting to see who’ll be fucking you tonight. 

Dave sets the rope down and his feet slap against the cool marble floors of the apartment. Striding to the door, he doesn’t bother looking through the peephole, just reaching for the handle and letting the door swing open.

The door whips open and just as you’re ready to introduce yourself with the fake name you had decided on in the elevator, it’s like someone is dumping an ice cold bucket of water over your head. “Fuck.” You murmur. “Shit. I-I, Mr. York, I must have gotten the address wrong…” you start to garble off.

Dave’s emotions rush through surprise, anger and confusion but he realizes that the girl Larissa was talking about is you. The girl that Carol hires sometimes when she wants a date night or there’s some function they can’t bring the girls to. He glances around to find the hallway deserted and reaches out, grabbing your arm and dragging you into his apartment. “What are you doing here?”

You yelp as he drags you into his apartment, “I’m here to meet someone,” you say quickly, “My friend set it up for me. I must have put the address into uber wrong or something.”

“Let me guess.” He smirks and chuckles darkly. “Larissa?”

“Yeah,” you say, as your face heats up, “I didn’t know it was you.”

He’s never imagined fucking you, out of respect for the fact that you interact with his wife and kids, but he also never imagined you would sell yourself. He leans back. “Strip.”

You’re not sure why you don’t question it, why you don’t immediately turn around and leave the apartment that you now know belongs to Dave York. Husband of Carol York - parents of the two little girls you’ve babysat for for the past year. But you don’t. Instead you do as you’re told. Still standing at the entrance of his apartment, you begin to shed your clothes. Your jacket, dress and bra dropping to the floor as you stand there just in your panties.

“Naked.” Dave can’t even bark the order, but he’s reaching for the rope, the urge to bind you overwhelming right now.

You nod before reaching down and dipping your fingertips under the waistband of your panties and pushing them down your legs.

He reaches for you again, leaving the pile of clothes in the entryway and pulling you into the living room. The rope in his hands as he pushes you down to your knees and unravels the soft binding material.

“Mr. York,” you say with a gasp, as you realize what he’s about to do. “Are you still going to fuck me?”

“Shut up.” He grunts, bending down and pulling your arms behind you so he can tie your wrists together and then bind your arms to your body.

You don’t argue with him, instead you’re as pliant as you can be, letting him position you and tie you up with ease.

Next come your legs. Making sure they are spread as he ties you up. Pussy on display as your thighs are bound to your calves and rendering you completely immobile. 

When he’s done, he stands and moves over to his wallet, pulling out two crisp one hundred dollar bills and one fifty. Half the agreed upon price and he walks over with a smirk. Tucking it into the ropes around your breasts and making sure that the bills are completely visible.

“Do you like what you see?” You ask, as his eyes dip down to your glistening folds.

He doesn’t answer, pulling out his phone and opening it up so he can snap several pictures of you on display. Nude and bound with the money he is paying you for your body on display. Showing what a whore you are. His dark eyes find yours. “If you breathe a word of this to Carol, I’ll send these to your parents.” He threatens, holding up the phone.

It feels like a shot to the chest, “Why would I tell her?” You say, panic rising in your voice. “I would never, I don’t want anyone to know how desperate I am for money. And my parents… they’d never speak to me again.”

“Good.” Now that you understand one another, Dave sets the phone down and takes the bills out of the ropes. Putting them down on the table next to the sofa and humming as he looks at you. “Fuck, you are going to fuck me for a few hundred dollars? Your cunt worth it?”

“Yes,” you say with a shaky breath, “It’s tight. You can be as rough as you like and you don’t need to make me cum.”

Dave grunts, imagining you must be tight. “I make the women I’m with cum. Even the ones I pay for.” He squats down and slides his fingers through your folds, surprised to find you already starting to drip arousal. “You like the idea of being used?” He asks, knowing that your limits need to be discussed before he fucks you.

“I like the idea of you taking what you need from me,” you admit, “Using me for your pleasure.”

“That’s what I will do.” He promises, smirking as he stands up again. “Right now, you’re gonna suck my cock.”

“Yes, Mr. York,” you say, feeling your arousal begin to drip down your thighs.

“Don’t call me that.” Reaching out, he taps the side of your cheek sharply. Not enough to hurt, but he likes the gasp you let out.

“Sorry,” you say with a gasp, “What should I call you?”

“Sir, or Dave.” He knows that things have changed since there is a personal knowledge of each other. “What do you want to be called?”

“You can call me whatever you like, sir,” you say, as your eyes dip down to the bulge in his pants.

“Good girl.” He likes a woman who is accommodating. Reaching down, he flicks the button of his jeans open. “Tell me what you don’t want done to you.”

“No fisting,” you say quietly, watching him intensely as he works the button on his jeans. “No anal sex and no watersports.”

“Anything else?” He knows about those but now that you are here, he wants to make sure you have not thought of anything else.

“I don’t think so,” you say with the tiniest shrug. “What are you planning to do with me?”

“Anything I fucking want.” He smirks, dragging his zipper down and pulling his hard cock out of his pants. He pushes them down and kicks them off before pulling his shirt over his head. “Right now, I’m going to gag you on my cock.”

“Yes sir.” Your eyes go wide at the sight of him, and your pussy clamps down around nothing.

He’s gotta give you credit, you don’t refuse. Opening your mouth in anticipation of him slapping his cock against your tongue. Larissa said you weren’t too experienced and he wonders why that is.

You wait patiently for him to feed you his cock, looking up at him all doe eyed and innocent.

The first thrust of his cock into your mouth isn’t gentle. It’s not a slow acclimatization to his length. He makes sure that he hits the back of your throat and pushes further still, feeling you choke and gag on him.

The noises you make aren’t attractive, as you gag around him. Fat tears are already welling up in your eyes and threatening to fall as his fingers grip onto your jaw. 

“Yessss.” He hisses, pulling his hips back and rocking them forward just as deep. Enjoying the way your eyes widen and your throat threatens to reject the length pushing past your gag reflex. If you get sick, he will just pull away.

You hollow your cheeks, and suck the best you can as he fucks your face. You wish you could hold onto his thighs to keep you steady but the ropes keep your hands in place. You can’t take your eyes off of his face, even when the tears start to stream, loving the look of pure bliss on his face.

His fingers slide from your jaw to the back of your head. Holding onto you while his hips rock forward, again and again. Making sure that he keeps pushing deeper until the hairs at the base of his cock press against your lips.

You gag louder around his cock as he pushes deeper, trying to catch your breath and breathe through your nose. You swallow hard a few times, and swirl your tongue around him.

“Shit.”‘Dave hisses, impressed that you aren’t trying to pull back. To compose yourself to make yourself ‘look prettier’ while he’s fucking your throat. He hates that. Sex is sloppy, messy in the best kind of way. He wants the tears and the saliva dripping down your chin.

You look up at him, staring down at you, his cock heavy on your tongue and wonder what he’s about to do next. You don’t have to see yourself to know that you look a mess, mascara must be streaming, spit has started to roll down your neck and your eyes are blurry with tears.

He feels himself start to get close, his body tensing and he pulls his cock out of your mouth with a wet pop. Wrapping his hand around his cock and slickly stroking it for a few moments before letting go.

You feel like you shouldn’t enjoy watching him stroke his cock as much as you do, but something about him being inches from your face and touching himself makes you slip out a moan.

“Are you on birth control?” Normally he uses a condom, but he wants to see his cum splattered on your cunt.

“I have an IUD,” you say softly, “I got tested when they inserted it and I actually haven’t had sex since.”

Dave groans and his cock twitches. “I’ll pay you another $200 if you let me fuck you raw. Cum in your pussy.” He offers.

“You don’t have to pay more,” you say, confused, “I already agreed to let you do whatever to me.”

“I never fuck someone without a condom.” Dave informs you. “If I’m fucking you raw or cumming inside your cunt, I pay extra.” He knows what other girls charge and he’s not going to take advantage. 

“Okay, sure, yes,” you say with a few nods of your head, “You don’t usually cum inside the other girls?”

“No.” He kneels down and swipes his fingers through your dripping folds and groans. “None. Never without a condom.”

You keen immediately at his touch, soft moans dripping from your mouth as he touches your soft skin. “You can fuck me however you need, sir.”

“Do you cum from sex?” Dave asks, fingers slipping inside you and curling up as you sit on the floor of his living room.

“No,” you admit, with a gasp as he pushes two fingers inside of you.

He groans when you clench down around his fingers and he nods. “Then I’ll make you cum with a toy.”

“I don’t think I have a g-spot,” you say, face heating up, “I meant what I said… you don’t need to worry about me. I’m just here for you to use.”

Rolling his eyes, he pulls his fingers out of your cunt so he can untie your legs. Pulling you to your feet when he has them loose. “I’m going to do what I want.” He corrects you. “And the people I fuck, they cum.”

You nod silently a few times, standing in front of him still completely bare with your arms still tied. “Yes, sir.”

“Lay down on the bed, on your back.” He orders as he guides you towards the one bedroom in the apartment. “I’m going to tie your legs back up.”

Silently you do as you’re ordered, sinking down on the very comfortable large bed and waiting patiently for him.

He likes that you don’t argue. Don’t even look nervous. You are cool and collected, although you still give off an innocent aura. Bending your legs back again and tying you back up. Spreading your cunt wide for him to admire and use. “Now….are you comfortable?” He asks. “You’re going to be fucked for a long time in this position.”

“I’m comfortable,” you confirm, with a small smile. “Larissa said you like the traffic light system?”

“Red, yellow, green.” Dave confirms with a nod as he stands up again and moves over to a display cabinet with all the toys he has.

“I’ve never used it,” you say as you watch him, “But it sounds simple enough.”

“Red, I stop.” He explains as he decides in a heavy duty wand. “Yellow, I slow down and check with you.” Moving over he also picks up a pair of nipple clamps. Your nipples would look amazingly swollen and puffy from the pressure of the clamps. “Green, keep going. You are good with everything that I’m doing.” He turns around to come back over to the bed. “Just because I’m paying to use your body, doesn’t mean you don’t get a say.”

“Sounds good,” you say, still watching the back of him. “You’ll tell me if I’m not doing what you like, right? or if I'm doing something wrong?”

“You won’t do something wrong.” He assures you with a chuckle. “Hard to take a cock wrong.”

“I’m pretty sure that every other girl you’ve had in this bed was more experienced than me,” you say with a shaky breath, “I just… you’re paying a lot of money. I don’t want you to be disappointed.”

“I am paying a lot of money.” Dave coos, kneeling on the bed. “For a hole to fuck. To do what I want with your body and have you cum for me.”

“Yes, sir,” you say, as he inches closer. You’ve noticed how attractive he is before, but you’ve never been this close. The urge to please him is almost as overwhelming as he is.

He smirks, very happy with your easy agreement. “I’m going to put these in your nipples.” He holds up the clamps. “They will hurt but feel good too.”

“Anything you want,” you say, as you stare at the shiny pieces of metal in his hands.

Dave sets the wand down and carefully clamps the devices around your hard nipples and he feels the way your body arches up and he hums. “Color?”

“Green.” You look down at the wand and gulp, having never used one yourself.

He nods, tightening the clamps until your nipples are tight little buds being squeezed out from the top of the clamps, making him smirk at the sight and flick his finger over them just to hear you whimper.

“Dave,” you whimper quietly, as he smirks down at you. It feels good, a little painful but you like the way they feel.

“They will feel even better later.” He tells you, shuffling forward and picking up the wand.

“Yeah?” You ask, as he places a hand on your thigh, while switching on the wand.

“I’m going to have my cock inside you.” He explains, pressing the wand to the inside of your thighs to let you feel the intensity. “Let you cum around me.”

You gasp at the vibrations from the wand, and nod your head. “That sounds perfect.”

He teases the wand around your clit while he takes his cock in his hand, pressing the head against your folds and sliding it up and down to slick himself up. “Green?”

The loud moan you make makes your cheeks burn, “Green, oh fuck, that feels so good.”

“It does.” He grunts, notching himself at your entrance and starts to slowly push inside you as he moves the wand to your clit.

You find yourself staring at his lips, watching as he snarls his teeth behind them as he slots himself inside of you, “You’re so thick.”

He groans, pushing himself deeper as you flutter around him. Until he’s completely filling you, his hips pressing against the juncture of your thighs and he twitches inside you. “Now, be a good girl and tell me how this feels.”

“So fucking good,” you say between breathy moans, the wand pulsing against your clit nicely that you think you’re getting close already. “How do I feel?”

“Hot.” Dave grunts. “Tight.” He watches you, tilting the wand a bit more and turning it up another notch.

“Worth the money?” You say with a giggle, before biting down on your lip to stop yourself from screaming.

“Every fucking penny.” He grunts, wondering why you are selling yourself for money. He won’t ask now, just wants to enjoy this.

You feel your walls clench down around him, and he notches against something delicious inside of you. “Fuck,” you murmur, as he presses the wand against your clit, “Always thought you were so fucking sexy.”

He doesn’t really care if you found him sexy. All that matters is how you are feeling right now, what you are letting him do. He twitches when he feels you clench again. “Your little pussy likes the wand.”

“My little pussy likes you,” you say, correcting him.

He grunts, smirking as he pulls the wand up for just a moment before he puts it back down on your clit.

You hiss as he places back against your clit, you know you’re seconds away from choking his cock with your pussy, “I’m gonna cum,” you mumble over and over as your pussy grips  his cock.

“Good girl.” He groans, watching your eyes flutter and shut right before your mouth drops open in a loud cry.

You hear him groan as you clamp down around him hard, your orgasm ripping through you as cry his name over and over. The wand is still firmly pressed against your clit as you ride out your high.

Only when your entire body is shaking does he pull the wand away from your clit. Your pussy flooded with your cum and he rocks his hips, hearing his cock squelch. “One more? Or you want me to fuck you now?”

“Whatever you want,” you gasp, “Fuck, that was incredible.”

“One more.” He decides with a chuckle, turning the wand back on. “This time I’m going to move.”

You nod to let him know you’re listening, as he pulls on your ropes, before switching the wand back on. “Still green.” You say before he asks.

“Good girl.” He groans as he starts to move inside your cunt. Loving the way that you grip him, hold him tight in your walls.

“Fuck,” you moan, as one of his hands grip tightly on your hip. “You feel so fucking good.”

“Don’t think about my cock.” He groans. “Concentrate on your clit. The wand. Does it feel good?”

“So so good,” you say, as you concentrate on the little vibrations.

He grunts, keeping his thrusts shallow so he can feel every time you clench. “You’re gonna cum again.” He demands.

“Yes, Sir,” you say as your walls flutter around him, and your hips do everything to seek out more. “Gonna c-cum.”

“Hmmmm.” He grunts, watching you as he keeps pushing his hips, keeps feeding you his cock again and again. Listening to the obscene sounds of your cunt and his cock pushing in and out of it.

You cum devastatingly hard, everything going black as you start to convulse around him. A loud scream of his name tunnels out your mouth and bounces off the walls as you choke his cock with your quivering cunt.

This time Dave pulls the wand away, tossing it down and leaning over you. His thrusts sharpening, his hips snapping forward roughly as he fucks you through the tremors of your orgasm.

Every snap of his hips is enough to make your breath hitch, his pace is almost relentless as he fucks into you with all his strength. You feel him notch against paradise inside of you, a place you’ve never discovered as he continues a delicious assault on your pussy.

The moment his hips tilt down, he feels your reaction. The gasp and arching of your back giving away that you do have a g-spot after all. “There?” He hisses through clenched teeth. “Right there?”

“Yes,” you gasp, as he purposely shreds up against it, “Oh, fuck, Dave!”

“That’s it.” He groans. “That’s it, right there. Gonna make you cum.”

“Please,” you beg, as he fucks up into that spot with ease, making you moan his name over and over as you gush around him.

Dave grunts, sweat rolling down his temples as he buries his cock again. Shifting his weight, he takes hold of one of the clamps around one nipple and tugs it until it pulls off your sensitive flesh with a sharp snap.

You gasp as a sharp pain shoots through you, “Fuck,” you gasp again, feeling his cock twitch inside of you.

“Cum.” He groans, wanting to feel it again before he cums.

Your body immediately obeys his commands, and for the third time you’ve cumming hard around his cock. Exhaustion starts to rise in your bones as pleasure rolls through you in harsh waves.

When you clench down around him again, Dave snarls, rocking his hips even harder as he chases his own pleasure. Feeling the tingle at the base of his spine and tensing as his thrusts become sloppy. “Fuck.”

“Fill me up, sir,” you beg beneath him, “I wanna feel you drip out of me.”

That does it for him. The plea for his cum makes him groan. Pushing deep for one more thrust and pulsing deep inside you. Hot spurts of his seed filling you up and coating your quivering walls as he groans out your name.

You lay there sated, not that you’re able to move, but you don’t mind. Inhaling his scent and listening to his jagged breaths as he softens inside of you.

“Shit.” Dave groans, knowing he needs to move, to untie you but he wants to stay for another moment. “Color?”

“Green,” you giggle, “Should I be asking you the same question?”

“No.” He grunts as he finally pulls away, smirking as he looks down at his cum pushing out from around his cock. “I was the one calling the shots.” Reaching for the rope, he starts to untie you and massage your limbs.

“That was amazing,” you say, “Thank you.”

“Thank you.” Dave hums, pointing towards the bathroom. “You can clean up, shower if you want before you go.”

You’re unsure if it’s the right thing to do but you can’t help yourself, before walking towards the bathroom, you reach over and place a gentle kiss on his cheek before making your way out of the room.

Dave frowns but he doesn’t move, watching you disappear into the bathroom before he stands up. Opting to clean up in the small half bath, he redresses and starts to clean the wand and clamps before putting them back and winding the ropes up.

Fully dressed and all cleaned up, you make your way back into the living room. Unsure how to approach the subject of collecting the rest of your pay.

Dave reaches into his back pocket to pull out his wallet when you walk into the room. The entire apartment looks like it had before you had walked in, save for the sheets needing to be changed. He pulls out the $450 dollars he owes you and holds it out for you to take.

“Thank you,” you say, feeling a little embarrassed about taking payment for what you just did. “I, uh, won’t tell anyone, not just because of the photos. Thank you, Dave.”

“Why are you selling yourself?” He asks, tilting his head curiously. “Are you in trouble?” 

You choke back an awkward laugh, “No. I’m not in trouble, I just… I lost my job. Rent is due. And I don’t want to go back home full time. You’re actually the first person I’ve seen.”

He’s quiet for a moment, thinking about what you’ve told him. “Do you want to come back next Saturday?” He asks, giving you the option. “Same time, same payment.”

“Are you sure?” You ask, “I mean, yeah, that would be great. Tonight was fucking incredible.”

“Don’t text my regular phone.” He warns you, pulling out his burner phone and holding it out for you to send a text message to yourself. “Don’t put the number under my name.”

You nod in agreement and send yourself a blank text. “Is there anything you want me to bring? Or wear?”

“Just yourself.” Dave shakes his head. “You don’t have to wear anything special, you won’t be wearing it for long.”

“Sounds good. I’ll see you next week then, Dave. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.” He walks you to the door and closes it behind you. Frowning as he keeps his hand on the door after you walk out. It had been a surprising turn of events but he is interested to see if you show up next week.

The drive home is quick, and you find yourself immediately craving sleep. You think about the evening as you snuggle up in bed, how surprised you were when it was Dave that had opened the door and how guilty you feel about how much you wanted him. 

You shake your head as you let sleep takeover, dreaming about large hands keeping you still and husky voices making demands that have your pussy clenching.

****

“David, we should have a date night.” Carol looks up at him from her makeup vanity with a small pout. “It’s been months since we’ve gone out and it’s Thursday.” She sends him a coy smile, biting her lip. Obviously thinking that a date would make the Thursday night sex even better.

“Sure honey.” Dave’s eyes match hers in the mirror before he turns back to tying his tie and he says your name. “Why don’t you give her a call and see if she can watch the kids tonight?” You obviously need the money and he wants to make sure you aren’t going to say anything. “We can order the girls pizza for dinner and go out.”

‘Hey honey, are you free for a few hours tonight? Me and Dave need a date night. Carol.’

You read the next a few times, and feel the guilt bubble up in your stomach. ‘The money would help so much right now,’ you think to yourself.

‘Sure. What time do you need me there?’ You type back and hit send before you can change your mind.

Carol grins and looks up from her phone. “She can. What time?” She asks. 

“Tell her 6.” He pours his coffee and takes a sip. “That way you can get ready without the kids hanging on you.”

‘Can you be here for six?’ She types back a few minutes later, and you take a sip of your coffee and sigh. 

‘Six sounds great. See you tonight.’

“Thank you David.” Carol smiles and steps up to Dave, snagging his cup and stealing a sip of his coffee. “We will have fun tonight.” She promises, leaning up on her toes to kiss him. 

Dave hums, kissing her back but aware that he shouldn’t deepen the kiss past that point. “We will.” He nods, checking his watch. “But I’ve got to go to work now.” He steals another kiss before turning away. “Love you.”

****

You don’t have any classes today, so you spend the day cleaning your apartment and doing an essay that’s due early next week. Occasionally looking up and watching as the clock ticks off the hours. 

Just before five you decide to have a shower, taking the time to shave your legs and deeply condition your hair before getting out and pulling on the dress you had laid out on your bed just before. 

Anxiety bubbles in your tummy as you turn onto his street, admiring the rows of lush lawns and expensive cars, before pulling up onto his drive. Careful not to park behind his car, as not to block him in.

Dave steps out of the shower right as the doorbell rings. “Girls!” He shouts down the stairs. “Let the babysitter in!” He had gotten in just ten minutes earlier and was a little behind getting ready himself. 

“Hey, honey,” you say as Molly whips open the door, with a large grin. “You ready for a fun evening?”

“Yeah!” She bounces on her toes happily. “Daddy said we are ordering pizza!” Pizza cures all in the York household, the girls could live off bread, sauce and cheese if their parents would let them.

“Sounds yummy,” you say, as you step into the house. “Pizza and a movie?”

“That sounds good.” She bites her lip. “Can we watch Tangled?”

You tap your chin a few times, and then break out in a huge smile and before announcing, “My favorite!” Watching as she giggles happily. You follow her down the hall and into the kitchen, where Alice is happily coloring in at the table. “Hi sweetie.” 

“Hi.” Alice chirps before reapplying herself to her coloring. “Mommy and daddy are getting ready. Daddy said he was running ‘hella late’, whatever that means.”

“Oh,” you say with a little giggle, “Just an adult way of saying super late.”

“Ohhhh.” She shrugs and grins. “He was saying bad words as he ran upstairs.”

“Was he really?” You gasp, “Naughty daddy.”

“Don’t be a tattle tale.” Molly huffs, she always likes it when her daddy curses. It’s funny because he’s always so careful most of the time.

“Don’t worry, Molly, I won’t say anything. Do you guys want some juice?”

Dave rushes downstairs, dressed as the doorbell peels for the second time. “I’ll get it!” He calls out, knowing that has to be the pizza he ordered for dinner. He doesn’t want you to think you need to pay.

The sound of his voice sends a shiver down your spine, you’re nervous to see him again, but you can’t let it show. So you pour Molly and Alice out a glass of juice and get a few plates from the cupboard .

“Pizza’s here.” Dave announces, bringing the boxes back into the kitchen. His eyes find you and he wonders if it’s just his imagination that you are squirming.

“Come on, monkey,” you say to Molly, as you pop a plate in front of her, “Who’s hungry?!”

“Don’t let them eat too much.” Dave cautions. “Last time Molly stayed up half the night with a tummy ache.”

“Of course,” you say, looking at him for the first time since he came downstairs. He looks good, dressed in a nice suit with his hair styled back. “What time should I put them to bed?”

“Eight should be fine.” Dave hums. “Or whenever Tangled is over.” He smirks when Alice groans. “They don’t need showers or anything. Carol made them bathe when they got home from school.”

“Perfect.” You plate them both up a slice of pizza before reaching into the pantry and grabbing the ranch, knowing Alice would consume the whole bottle if she was allowed. “Are you going somewhere nice?” 

“Some little Italian place Carol wants to try.” He can’t really remember the name, he just called and got a table. “Supposed to have really good lasagna.”

“Sounds lovely, Italian food is always a solid choice.”

“Call us if you have any issues.” Dave murmurs quietly, watching you. “We shouldn’t be out too late. But we are going to pay you until midnight.”

“Oh,” you say with a grateful smile, “I’m happy to get paid for just the time I'm here. The girls are always such a delight.”

He shakes his head. “Take the money.” He urges you. “You are watching them at the last minute for us. Doing us a favor.”

You look up at him, and smile, “Thank you, Mr. York.”

“No problem.” He looks back towards the girls with a fond smile.

  You’re surprised at how relaxed you feel, pushing the weekend out of your head, right now he’s just the Dad of the girls you’re about to babysit. “Is there any laundry or anything I can do while you’re gone?”

“Not a thing.” He shakes his head. “Once the girls go down, watch whatever you want.”

“Thank you,” you say again, your eyes briefly dipping down to his lips.

Carol comes bustling onto the kitchen. “Oh, you are a lifesaver.” She exclaims, rushing over to give you a hug. “A date night is just what David and I need.”

“Trust me, it’s you doing me a favor!” You say, returning her hug, “If I have to eat ramen once more this week, I might scream. You look beautiful.”

“Thank you.” She beams at the compliment and Dave hums in agreement. “You do look beautiful, honey.” He murmurs, leaning in to kiss her cheek.

“So, I’ll make sure these two angels are fast asleep when you’re home. And I’ll pack their lunch bags for school tomorrow. Are you sure there’s nothing I can do while you’re gone? I really don’t mind.”

“Make sure you…” Carol drops her voice, “take the rest of the pizza home with you.” She tells you dramatically, “otherwise they will want it for breakfast.”

“Sounds good,” you say with a giggle. “Have a great evening, I’ve got your numbers if needed.”

Dave arches a brow, silently reminding you to not text the other phone. But he reaches for his wife. “We need to leave if we are going to make our reservation.”

You take the obvious hint, and nod your head once. “Say goodnight to your parents, girls,” you tell them as they shovel pizza into their tiny mouths.

“BYE!” Both girls chorus out, making all the adults laugh. In a few more minutes, Dave and Carol are out the door and gone.

Taking a slice of pizza, you almost groan in delight at how good it tastes before grabbing yourself a drink. “So pizza and then Tangled, ladies?”

“Yeah!” Alice cries and Molly nods, her mouth full of pizza.

“Perfect.” You eat another slice of pizza as the girls finish up theirs and usher them onto the couch. Switching on disney plus and heading back into the kitchen to clear up the mess. You join them a few minutes later and snuggle up as you watch the movie. 

By the time Mother Gothel trips over the hair and falls to her death, both girls are passed out on the couch next to you, snoring softly.

You switch the movie off before gently scooping Alice in your arms, carrying her up to bed first before doing the same with Molly. You switch on their night lights and leave both their doors slightly ajar, so you can hear if they wake up or need anything. before tiptoeing downstairs and sorting their lunch for the next day.

You watch a few episodes of Law and Order as you snuggle up on their couch, waiting for the sound of Dave’s car to pull up.

“Daaaaaavid.” Carol giggles in the passenger seat as he pulls into the driveway and puts the car into park. “I want you, baby.” 

Dave chuckles quietly, aware that his wife might have had too much wine with dinner and maybe the espresso martini with dessert was putting her over the edge. “Yeah? We need to get into the house first.” 

She giggles again and nods, leaning over and tapping his cheek. “I- I’m even- I was to be….daring” she confides with an exaggerated wink. “From behind?” For her, that is daring, and Dave arches his brow in surprise. 

“My birthday isn’t for another three months.”

You heard Dave’s car pull up a few minutes ago,  and start to get your things together. Figuring they’ll want to be alone as soon as possible, you pull your coat on, grab your purse and the leftover pizza and wait patiently for them to come in.

Carol is handsy, tipsy and giggly as Dave hauls her from the car towards the door. Groping his cock and loudly telling him that she wants to suck it, something she never does except for extremely special occasions. “Okay, let’s get you inside.” He grunts, knowing that she’s probably going to be too drunk for even the Thursday night sex he normally gets.

You overhear the conversation between the two of them and hate the pang of jealousy that lights up in your stomach. You’re ready to get paid and to just get out of there.

The door opens and Carol spills inside, Dave holding onto her so she doesn’t go sprawling and he’s surprised to see you waiting. “Dave, baby, f-fu- have sex with me?” She can’t even say ‘fuck’ when she’s plastered. Dave rolls his eyes and decides the best thing to do is to get his wife upstairs. “Stay right here.” He tells you, scooping Carol up with a small shriek from the woman as he carts her upstairs over his shoulder.

“Sure,” you say quietly, as you watch him carry the woman he loves up the stairs. Listening to her giggle and thrash about in his arms, whilst trying to keep the second burst of jealousy coursing through you at bay. You want to just leave, to pick up the money another time and get out of there but decide to just wait.

Once in the bedroom, Dave lays her down, and avoids the grabby hands as she flops back in the bed. “Dave.” She whines, a clear indicator that she’s hammered because she always calls him David. 

“I’ll be back, honey. I have to pay the sitter.” He knows that she will be passed out by the time he gets back upstairs and will probably regret this in the morning. “I’ll be right back.”

You can hear his footsteps running down the hall, and you can imagine he’s desperate to get back upstairs and fuck his wife. So you get your keys out, ready to take the cash and leave straight after.

“I’m sorry.” Dave shakes his head as he comes down the stairs. “Maybe having a bottle at dinner wasn’t a good idea.” He stops in front of you and reaches for his wallet. “Were the girls good for you?”

“Don’t apologize,” you say, with a shrug, “Sounds like you’ve had a great night. Perfect as always. Had some fruit for dessert and both were sleeping soundly before the movie ended.”

Dave chuckles and opens his wallet to start pulling cash out. “She’ll regret it in the morning when she wakes up with a hangover.”

“I’m sure you’ll see she has a good night before that happens,” you laugh, “So, I won’t keep you any longer.”

He thinks he hears the edge of jealousy, but he’s sure he’s imagining things. “Ten bucks says she’s already snoring.” He wagers playfully.

“Maybe,” you say with a shrug, “Thanks for this. Was lovely to see the girls again.”

“Hey.” He catches your arm as you turn towards the door. “Saturday?”

“Yes,” you say, with a smile, “Looking forward to it.”

“Good.” He lets go of your arm and reaches around you to open the door. “Have a good night. Shoot me a text when you get home safely.” It was something that had been in place before, Dave wanting to make sure the babysitters who watch his children make it home safely. It’s a dangerous world and he knows what lingers in the shadows.

“Will do, goodnight Dave.” You briefly glance down at his lips one last time, before shuffling out the door and making your way to your car.

Once the door is closed, Dave locks it, arms the security system and heads back upstairs. As he predicted, Carol is passed out, sprawled over his side of the bed and he can’t help but roll his eyes. He’ll have to get her undressed and tucked in, then go jerk off in the bathroom thinking about last Saturday.

The second you’re home, you put the leftover pizza in the fridge and shed your dress. Pulling on a comfortable oversized tee and climbing into bed. After plugging your phone into charge, you send a quick text to Dave.

‘Home safe.’

Once he gets your text, Dave can relax. Laying down on Carol’s side of the bed since she refused to roll over, he wonders what you are doing, and if you are looking forward to Saturday like he is.

You wonder if he’ll text back, but you doubt it. So you snuggle into your blankets and get comfortable, thinking about what he has in store for you this weekend.

****

Saturday rolls around again and Dave is waiting for you in the apartment. Slightly irritated with himself since he has never been so eager to get back here to fuck before. He blames it on not getting sex on Thursday, but he knows that’s not the case.

You press the buzzer and wait to be let into the building, excited to find out just what he wants to do to you tonight and whether you’ll be tied up again. 

He buzzes you in and is already holding the door to the apartment open, when you get out of the elevator. 

“Hi.”

“Hi.” His cock twitches and he wants to pull you into the apartment but he doesn’t. Instead he stands back and lets you come in. “Go into the bedroom and strip.”

“Yes, sir.” You walk straight into the bedroom and place your purse on the dresser, before unzipping your dress and removing your underwear. Placing yourself on the edge of bed and waiting patiently for him to join you.

Dave walks in and groans when he sees you naked. Waiting for him and he smirks. “Hands and knees, press your face into the pillow.”

“Any restraints today?” You ask, before getting into the position. Burying your face into the pillow, and trying not to think about how on display you are for him right now.

“Nope.” Dave is wearing sweats and a t-shirt, quickly discarded. Reaching out, he caresses your ass before he pulls his hand back to spank you.

You moan in pleasure at his touch. Rough or not. You’ve been craving him since that night, and seeing him Thursday just made those cravings more intense.

“Color?” He demands, slapping your ass again.

“Green,” you reply, loving the stinging feeling that spreads across your skin.

He holds both of your ass cheeks, spreading them wide and staring at both of your holes. He groans and rocks your hips back when you try to lean forward, shy about being exposed.

“Daaaave,” you breathe into the sheets, face burning as he holds you open.

He grins, pressing his thumb to your puckered hole just to feel you try to clench around it. Instead of teasing you more, he decides to shock you, leaning down and spitting on your asshole a second before he replaces his finger with his tongue.

“Oh fuck,” you cry out, as his tongue starts to lap at you there. It’s like he can gauge what you’re about to do next, as he grabs onto your hips, stopping them from moving forward.

Dave is filthy, loving how you moan and squeak as he slides his tongue down to push inside your cunt and then back to the other hole. Carol would never let him do this, so he is going to do it to you. Even if you won’t let him fuck your ass.

You squeal as his tongue pushes into your puckered hole, feeling overwhelmed even though he’s barely touched you. But you can hear his delicious groans, the pleasured moans that are falling from his mouth and you know he’s loving it, and you find yourself getting off on his sounds on top of his teasing.

One hand slides underneath you and he starts to rub your clit while he uses his mouth on you. Pulling away briefly, he bites your right ass cheek. “Good girl,” he praises before he dives back in.

You start to relax as his fingers circle your clit, the feeling of his mouth back there becoming more enjoyable as you get used to it. “Feels nice,” you mumble into the pillow, as he doubles down in his efforts.

He chuckles against your skin and makes sure that you moan again at the next flick of his tongue.

“I’m gonna cum,” you warn, as you rock your hips back, chasing his fingers and his tongue.

He just hums, pushing his tongue deep and flicking it inside you as his fingers continue their assault on your cunt.

“Daaaaveeee,” you scream into the cushion as you start to cum, your entire body spasming from the intense pleasure. 

Groaning, he keeps working you, wanting you to be limp with pleasure by the time he pulls his face away from your ass.

“Yellow,” you murmur, as he continues working your overstimulated clit after you come down from your high.

Pulling away, Dave uses the same hand that had rubbed your clit to caress your ass. “Too much?”

“Yes,” you say quietly, worried you’ve upset him. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry.” Dave shifts to lay down beside you and his hand continues to caress your spine. “You need a drink?” 

“No, baby,” you say, the nickname slipping out before you have time to realize, “Just need a few minutes and you can do whatever you want to me.”

He hums and rolls onto his back. “You’re going to ride me.” He decides with a smirk. “Bounce on my cock.”

You hum in excitement, “Yes, sir. You wanna fill me up again?”

“Are you okay with that?” Just because he had last time doesn’t mean you will want him to tonight.

“Masturbated every night this week to the thought of you watching it drip out of my pussy before pushing it back in,” you say as you swing your leg over, so you’re straddling him.

“And you’re supposed to be innocent.” He snorts and shakes his head, already gripping your hip. “You like cum play?”

“I am,” you say with a smile, “I guess so, you’re the only person to have cum inside of me without a condom.”

Dave smirks and slaps your thigh. “So climb on my cock.” He grunts.

You lift your hips and watch as he lines himself up for you to sink down on, you steady yourself by holding onto one of his shoulders before taking him. Pleasure immediately pouring out of you as you fill yourself with him. “Fuck,” you moan, “Was so jealous on Thursday. Wanted you to bend me over the kitchen island and fuck me instead of her.”

“Didn’t fuck her.” His chuckle is mixed with a groan and he smirks. “You owe me ten bucks.”

“Oh, do I now?” you say as you start to grind your hips, “I feel a little guilty now. You didn’t get off and I went home and played with this pussy thinking about what you were planning for me.”

He twitches inside you and rocks his hips up. “Jerked off thinking about what I would do to you.”

“Yeah?” You say as you move a little quicker, “Tell me the filthiest thing you’d do to me.”

“Fuck your pretty little ass and then cum in your face.” Dave groans.

“Yeah? You want to be the first one to fuck my ass, Dave?”

He hisses, rocking his hips up again. He would love to, but he doubts he will see you again after this. He normally sees the girls no more than twice, occasionally three times. But he doesn’t want an emotional connection with anyone he fucks here. “Yes.”

“Maybe, I’ll let you.” You say, as he grabs on your hips, pushing you down harder on his cock.

One hand slides up to palm your tit as you start to bounce on his cock. “Let me know when you decide.”

“I know that you only see girls a few times,” you say, increasing the speed you bounce on his cock a little, “But if you want to do this again, I’ll let you. Let you fuck my ass as a final goodbye.” 

He groans but he doesn’t answer. Cock twitching and he slaps your ass again. It’s a good trick to get him to choose you again. One that he’s already considering.

His refusal to answer makes you feel overwhelmed with embarrassment, so you pick up the pace. Riding his cock and clamping down around him as hard as you can, desperate to make him cum and feel him fill your needy pussy up as quickly as possible.

“Fuck.” Dave’s eyes are on your tits as you bounce harder. “So good. Fuck, you gonna cream all over my cock again?”

“Yes,” you gasp, “Fuck, Dave.” You chant his name over and over as he shreds up against that spot that only he has ever been able to find inside of you. “So close.”

“Good.” He grunts, bracing his feet on the mattress so he can fuck up into you. “After you cum, you’re gonna clean my cock off with your tongue.”

“Oh, fuck. Yes please,” you plead, desperate to feel how his cock twitches on your tongue. You grind down on him a few more times before you’re thrown from that edge.

Your body shakes and you collapse against his chest as your hips stop moving. He doesn’t do anything, letting you ride it out until you are panting softly.

Once you’re a little more composed, you lift off him and silently position yourself between his legs. Before bending down and circling his weeping tip with your tongue.

“Fuck. Suck it.” Dave groans, grabbing your shoulder and sighing when you take him deeper. “But I want to cum in your cunt.”

You do as he demands, hollowing your cheeks around him and sucking his cock whilst gently squeezing his sack. Letting him rock his hips so he’s pushing past your tonsils and making you slightly gag at the intrusion, knowing that he fucking loves to hear you gag from taking him. His groans are filthy, every single one going straight to your pulsating clit and you’re not sure who’s enjoying this blow job more.

“Touch yourself.” Dave orders, wanting you to moan around him.

Your fingers snake down between your legs and you circle your clit, your moans wrapping around his throbbing length.

  “Fuck yes.” Dave groans, watching your hand move between your thighs.

You resume your focus on working his cock, your fingers still circling your clit as you take him deeper in your throat. Slightly gagging as your nose nestles against his pubic hair, breathing deep through your nose as you hollow your cheeks and suck as hard as can.

Dave grunts out your name, closing his eyes and letting himself get closer to cumming with every pull of your jaw. “Fuck, get on my cock.” He orders.

You can’t resist hollowing your cheeks and sucking really hard one last time before you pull off him with a loud pop. You move to straddle him again, using his shoulders to steady yourself as you sink down onto him, “Fill me up, baby,” you say as sweetly as you can, grinding your hips as you do so.

Dave groans, taking over and instead of rolling you over and thrusting into you, he lifts his hips. Working his cock in and out of you frantically as you grind down on him. “Shit, shit, shit.” He hisses, fingers digging into your hips hard enough that he will leave bruises under your skin.

Two of your fingers start to circle your clit after gathering up some of the wetness that you’ve dripped over the base of his cock. Rubbing faster and faster, loving how he groans your name as your walls flutter around him and hug tight. “You feel so fucking good.”

Dave groans in agreement, cock pulsing and his hips stutter as he tries to keep working up into you. “Fuck.”

You pull your fingers away from your clit and work on riding him a little harder, focusing on his high and the gorgeous groans he’ll reward you with as he spills into you. “Please, baby.” You beg, “Fill me up, Dave, pleeeaaaaase.” 

Shit, he’s never had someone beg him to fill them up like that. Not even when they were trying for Alice. He gasps your name again as he’s thrown over the edge. Rocking his hips up to bury himself inside you to fill you up like you begged.

“Fuck. You’re perfect,” you whine, as it expertly hits that spot inside of you. “You going to cum for me, baby?”

“Yes.” The word is spat out as he starts to cum, growling as his cock pulses inside you.

You bite down on your lip as his cum floods your pussy, each thrust makes you chant his name like sacred prayer.

He groans, pulling you forward to collapse against him. “Fuck.” He pants quietly.

“How was that?” You ask quietly, as your body sags against him.

"Good." He groans, his hand sliding up and down your back as he continues to twitch inside you.

You hum happily before leaning forward and placing a fleeting kiss on his shoulder. “What’s next?”

He had cum a lot quicker than he normally does. Another couple of hours before Carol would miss him, if she wasn't already asleep by the time he got home. "You want another round?" He asks, amused with how greedy you are.

“Yes sir,” you say with a nod of your head, a smile stretching across your face. 

"Greedy." He huffs quietly. "How much will you charge me?" 

“Nothing extra” you say, with a shrug, your face heating up as he reminds you that this is all transactional.

He tuts and shakes his head, wondering if you understand that you should charge him more. You might enjoy it, but this is supposed to be something where you are paid for sex.

“Tell me what you’re going to do to me,” you whisper quietly, changing the subject from money.

"From behind." He decides. "On your stomach."

You shuffle off him and lay flat on your stomach wondering what’s in store for you, knowing it’ll take a little while for him to harden again.

"No, not now." Dave shakes his head. "Turn onto your back and spread your legs."

“Oh,” you say, “Sorry.” Before turning around and doing as he commanded.

"It's going to take me a while to get it up again." He flashes you a sardonic grin. "Getting old." His hand slides up your thigh and he hums when he sees the first beads of his cum starting to push out of your cunt. "So I'm going to push my cum back inside you while we wait."

You hate the way your body immediately reacts to his hands on you, even just sliding them up your thighs he has you keening and wanting to beg for more. His tongue pokes out of lips, and you have to bite down on your own, so you don’t beg him to kiss you. “Touch me,” you plead softly instead.

"I'm going to touch you." His fingers slide through the slick of his cum and he gathers it on his fingers to push back inside you.

His fingers are like magic, pushing deep into you and teasing nirvana inside of you. You watch the concentration on his face, as he touches your pussy, and as he pushes his spend back where you need it.

“Can I—,” you start to ask, before stopping yourself, wondering if he’d be mad at you making a request, when it’s him paying you. But you can’t help yourself, “Can I taste us?” You ask shyly, “From your fingers?”

He grins, pushing his fingers deep to make sure they are coated in cum before he pulls them free and offers them to you. Smearing the wetness around your lips.

Your hands come up and hold on gently onto his wrist, and after he’s finished spreading your mixed release across your lips, you open your mouth and close your lips around his fingers. Sucking them gently, whilst swirling your tongue around his thick digits. Moaning at the delicious taste of you both swirled together. 

"Taste good?" He asks, soft cock twitching because of the fluttering of your tongue against his fingers.

“So good, baby,” you mewl, swirling your tongue around his fingers one more time.

He pulls his fingers out of your mouth and slides them back down to your cunt to tease and push more of his cum back inside you.

“Why don’t you have a taste?” You ask, as he pushes his fingers inside your cunt.

"Maybe later." Dave watches you as he curls his fingers up.

He pulls a  loud gasp of his name from you with minimal effort, he fingers curling up expertly inside of you. “What if I beg?” you ask between moans, “Should I beg you to lick my clit? Knock $100 off the bill?”

He chuckles and keeps his fingers buried inside you. "You are bad with money." He teases, leaning in and nipping your collar bone.

“Is your tongue not worth $100, Dave?” You tease, before yelping as his teeth dig into you.

"You should be charging me to suck my cum out of your cunt."

“Yeah? Maybe I will. What is it that I'm getting tonight again? $500? Minus the $10 for that bet you roped me in on Thursday?”

"$700." He chuckles again.

“$701.” You say with a giggle, “I’m gonna charge you $1 to eat my little pussy.”

"Really bad with money." Dave jokes, curling his fingers up inside you again as he shifts between your thighs.

“I can demand more if you really want me to,” you laugh.

  "Good." He nips the inside of your thigh. He knows you have to make money, you have bills you need to pay. He's not going to take advantage of you. "What do you want?" He asks, flicking his tongue over your clit.

“More,” is the only thing you can bring yourself to say, it already feels incredible, he laps at your clit so perfectly. Making you writhe and moan beneath him with ease. “Keep your fingers buried inside me,” you plead, before losing yourself in him. The only thing you can concentrate on is the way his tongue feels on your pussy, and how good he looks between your thighs.

You're bossy, but he's not too concerned about that. He likes that you are telling him what you want. That you are demanding pleasure from him. Demanding that he lick his cum from. your folds. He hums and flicks his tongue again while obeying your orders.

“You look so fucking good,” you praise him, “You look fucking gorgeous while you’re eating my pussy.” Your fingers tangle in his hair and you give him a little tug, loving the way he snarls back at you. “Larissa told me that you only fuck girls twice,” you say breathlessly, “But I meant what I said… If you want to do this -ohfuckbaby- if you want to do this one more time; you can fuck my ass. I’ll never let anyone else do it ever. You wanna pay to fuck my ass, baby?” 

Dave hisses into your cunt, the idea already making him harden and twitch at the idea. He wanted to. He wants to be the only one to fuck your ass. He groans and curls his finger up as he sucks your clit into his mouth.

It makes you giggle when he hisses, your words clearly getting to him and you know he wants it. “Fuck,” you moan, as he brings you closer to the that edge, “Make me cum, Dave.”

He growls again, loving how you tug on his hair and he sucks on your clit like it is the last thing he will ever do. Curling his fingers up again as he does.

Your thighs start to shake, and before you have time to grasp it’s happening, they’re clamping down around his head as he pulls on earth shattering orgasm from you. Your hips rocking up against his face, throughout your high as you chase more and more from him. It’s messy, it’s loud and it’s fucking filthy. 

He doesn't pull away, doubling down on the pressure as he licks and sucks. Pumping his fingers deeper and harder inside your spasming walls as he draws every sound out of you that he possibly can until you push him away.

“Fuck,” you gasp, looking up at his face that’s glistening with your cum. He looks as wrecked as you feel, he snarls at you a few times as you pull at your hardened nipples. His cock is rock hard again, resting heavily against his stomach and the tip is an angry red that’s begging for release. 

“No safe words. No traffic light system,” you say with jagged breaths, “Everything is on the table, I want you to fucking destroy me, Dave. Right now.” 

It's like the restraints have been cut free. Bonds have fallen away and the only reason he's not flipping you over and shoving his cock in your virgin asshole is because you will need to be worked open to take him. His hands are bruising, harsh as he flips you over and his hand leaves a welt on your ass as he lines up with your dripping cunt. Snapping his hips forward to bury his length inside you within seconds of your last word coming out of your mouth.

“That’s it, baby,” you choke out, as he takes what he needs from you. “Use me. However you need.” His hands are rough, but you crave more and more. You crave him. “You’re so fucking gorgeous, can’t believe you’re touching me… fucking me.”

  He swears he's never been this frantic. This rough. Unhinged as he pushes his hips forward again and again as he nearly fucks you into the bed from the force of his thrusts.

“Good boy,” you grit, as he fucks you so forcefully that your legs start to buckle. “So fucking good. God. You’re so fucking perfect. Always working so hard for your family… working so hard for everyone.”

Snarling, Dave grabs the back of your neck, squeezing it harshly as he rams his cock as deep as he can. "Fuck."

You’re pretty sure your legs are about to give way beneath you, so you grab onto the headboard. “Fucking perfect,” you choke back at him, your abused pussy grips around his length as he plows into that delicious spot inside of you. “Fucking love this cock.”

He doesn't know how you are talking. Every punishing swing of his hips forces the air out of your lungs. Fucking the very air from your body as he pumps his cock into you.

You gasp as the next thrust turns your legs into jell-o, your arms no longer holding you up as you crumble into the mattress. You try to push yourself back up but it’s no use, but that doesn’t stop him, he continues his relentless pace.

Another few thrusts and Dave is pulling back, flipping you onto your back and shoving your legs up onto his shoulders as he drives back into you. Folding you over and pushing into you with hard, fast thrusts as he fucks himself down into your exposed cunt.

“Dave,” you scream as his thrusts rip the air from your lungs, he looks fucking wrecked as he destroys you. Every snap of his hips is designed to be punishing as you sink further into his mattress. You can see in his face how much he needs this, how badly he’s been craving this kind of release and you love that you’re the one to give it to him.

He doesn't know why he does it, maybe it's because he can. Or that under normal circumstances, he would never, but his hand comes out and he slaps your cheek. Not hard enough to really hurt you, just to surprise you.

You gasp. Shock apparent on your face, as his hand makes contact with your cheek. “Again,” you say quietly, as the fleeting sting makes your pussy clamp down like a vice around him.

Groaning, Dave doesn't let up his brutal pace but the sting of his hand on your cheek is a bit sharper.

“Fuck.” You grit out, as your cheek burns. “You want to mark me up? Slap me? Bite me? Fucking do it.” The words leave your mouth so easily, that it shocks you, but the urge to give this man everything is overwhelming. The need to please him is the only thing in the world that matters to you right now. “My body is yours.”

Your body will wear his teeth marks. He sucks and bites everywhere he can reach. Wanting to make sure that you feel him for days.

You hiss in pleasure as his teeth sink into your soft skin, before he picks up his pace again. Your fingers snake down to your needy clit and you start to rub circles into it, loving the way his cock harshly pounds into you.

"You better cum." He grunts, "better cum." He hisses it through his teeth as he bites down on another inch of your flesh.

“Yes, sir,” you breathe out, as you rub your little bundle of nerves a little faster. Feeling that fire set alight inside of you, it doesn’t take long until your walls are fluttering around him. Your pussy greedily sucking onto his cock as he continues his pace, “I’m gonna cum,” you manage to choke out before you’re convulsing in pleasure. Clamping down so hard that you’re pretty sure your pretty little cunt is choking his thick fat cock.

Still, he doesn’t stop. Doesn’t even change his pace when your walls start to strangle his cock. It requires more force, more pressure but he just keeps hammering away.

You flood his cock as you cum, gushing all over his length and dripping down his balls as you squeeze hard around him. All you know is white hot pleasure as he thrusts relentlessly throughout and as you come down from your orgasm. He grits something out from behind his teeth but you’re too deliriously blissed out to make out what he said.

He doesn’t want to fill you this time. Wants to paint your skin with his cum and watch it dry on your flesh.

You feel his hips begin to stutter, and notice his breath gets shakier. But he’s still refusing to let up on his pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room, only just drowned out by your moans.

The muscles in his arms bunch, straining from the effort to keep himself over you. Grunt and wiping away his sweat as he works towards the best fucking orgasm of his life.

“Cum,” you say softly, a plea not a demand, needing him to feel the kind of release that’ll free him of years of holding himself back. 

He hisses, eyes nearly black as he holds your gaze. pumping into you once, twice more before he is pulling free of your body and quickly stroking himself. Grunting as he starts to spurt his cum all over your skin.

You both stare into each other's eyes as he coats your skin. He’s doing exactly what you had said, he’s marking you. Temporarily covering you with something that confirms even if it’s just for a little while that your body is his.

"Shit." Dave groans, milking his cock for the last drops of his cum as your body heaves and trembles on the bed beneath him.

“Dave,” you say, barely above a whisper, “That was what you needed.” You lift a hand up to gently move the hair from his face, and let it linger for a few seconds before pulling it away. Exhaustion evident in your bones.

He frowns slightly as your body practically melts into the bed. You are exhausted obviously and Dave can't have you driving home. Your eyes are barely fluttering as you fight to keep them open. "You are going to sleep here." He decides, even though it will be the first time he's ever had someone stay in the apartment.

“I’ll be okay,” you say, hearing the unease in his voice, “It’s not a far drive.” You can feel your body starting to drift towards sleep, despite what you’re saying.

"No, you aren't." He murmurs, watching you fall asleep as he sits there. Huffing in amusement as he shakes his head.

It doesn’t take long until you’re flat out, dreaming peacefully as your achy bones get a much needed rest. In sleep, your arms wrap around his pillow and you bring it closer to your chest.

He climbs out of the bed and moves towards the bathroom to clean up. You have fallen asleep with his cum on your body. After he redresses, he pulls out his wallet and pulls out another $700 to lay on the dresser. You are out cold and he pulls up the comforter over your nude body. "Sleep well."

For the first time in a long time, you fall asleep and stay asleep the entire night. Snuggled up comfortably in a bed that isn’t yours, blissfully unaware of the front door opening and closing as he slips out and makes his way home.

****

"Hon, I'm going to run and grab some coffee." Dave kisses Carol's still sleeping form and smirks when she grunts and snuggles into her pillow even more. "'kay." she mumbles and immediately drifts off to sleep again, completely unaware of anything. 

  He's not going to get coffee. Or, he is, but that's not all he's doing. He wants to check on you this morning. Make sure you are okay since he couldn't exactly check in with you when you were asleep.

You’re still fast asleep as he re-enters the apartment, your body snuggled up to the pillow that smells like him as he comes into the room. Clutching two large cups of coffee.

He can't help but laugh when he finds you still asleep. Impressed with how well you seem to sleep in a bed that isn't yours. The faith you have in the arrangement is surprising. He sets the coffee down on the bedside table next to your money and starts to gather up the wash rags. He'll strip the bed himself after you wake up.

The inviting smell of coffee makes you stir, and slowly you open your eyes. The first thing you notice is how sore you are, your poor pussy aching after the delicious battering it took, the second is the sound of someone shuffling around in the bathroom. With a wince, you push yourself up and get the coffee, taking a large sip before setting it back down on the table before calling out his name.

Coming back into the room, Dave smirks when he sees you, disheveled and sleepy eyed. "Apparently I fucked you into a coma." He teases, balling up the towels and throwing them down on the floor. "Sleep good?"

“I didn’t realize that sex could turn a person to jell-o,” you say with a giggle, “Yeah. Like a baby. Thank you for letting me stay, I think I would have fallen asleep before turning the key in the ignition.”

"You weren't going anywhere." Dave shakes his head. "It would have been too dangerous." Even if he hadn't been comfortable with the idea, your safety was priority over that. "You want to take a shower? All the cum is dried on your skin."

“Probably best I wash it off before going home,” you agree. “I won’t be long.” Pushing yourself up on your feet, you feel your joints groan in disapproval. But the discomfort is a surprisingly welcome reminder, a way to remember just how real the night before was.

"Take your time." Dave shoots you a grin. "You seem a little sore this morning."

“I wonder who’s fault that is,” you say as you stand completely bare in front of him.

"Oh I don't mind taking the blame for that." He boasts smugly. "Proud of that."

You giggle as you walk to the bathroom, “I bet you are, sir.”

When the shower turns on, Dave starts to strip the sheets, carrying them through the apartment to the washing machine. Deciding that he will start it after you get out of the shower before he leaves. The housekeeper would appreciate it.

The hot water feels incredible on your aching joints, so you stand there for a few minutes and just let it cover you before cleaning your skin. Running your fingers across the dried cum that’s coating your body before washing it off. It doesn’t take long for you to decide that you need to get out and eat, so you hurry yourself up and get dried and dressed as quickly as you can. 

“Thank you,” you say as you enter the kitchen, where he’s waiting patiently, “The hot water helped.”

"No problem." Dave takes your towel and rag to toss into the machine with the sheets. "Take it easy this week."

“Yeah, I don’t think I have much choice.” You say quietly, with a little smirk. 

"Don't worry about that." Dave dismisses your protest. "I dropped by to check on you. Bring you some coffee."

“Yeah, thank you, I drained the cup immediately,” you admit. “And thank you for last night.” 

"Thank you." He hums as he turns back. "Oh shit, hang on." He pulls his wallet out again and pulls out another $100. "For eating your pussy." He teases as he holds it out to you.

“No,” you say with a giggle, “That was $1.”

"Don't have any change." He shrugs and smirks at you. "Guess it's your lucky day."

“Dave,” you say with a sigh, “I can’t. But thank you. $700 is more than enough. And I guess we should really get going.”

"Take the money." Dave grunts, serious this time. "You need it." He's not being benevolent. You need money and you had given him far more than he had expected last night. 

After a few moments of him staring you down, you relent and take the money. “Thank you, I really enjoyed last night.”

"I enjoyed last night too." He smirks and tilts his head towards you.

“Good,” you say with a smile. You wait to see if he brings up seeing you again next week but he doesn’t, so you tuck the money into your purse and reach for your jacket. “I should go.”

"I'll walk you out." He offers, grabbing his coat and walking towards the door. "Big plans for today?"

“Going to swing by the grocery store and head home, you?”

"Gotta take the girls to some Disney brunch that Carol planned for today." Dave shrugs and smiles as he imagines how excited the girls will be. "Then I've got to do the yard work. You know? The honey-do list every man gets saddled with on the weekends."

“Honestly, disney brunch sounds incredible, I’m jealous,” you admit as you walk out with him, “Ah, yes. Happy wife, happy life.”

"That seems to be the motto, yeah." Dave shrugs. If he finds the conversation unusual to be having with someone he just fucked last night, he doesn't show it. When he reaches your car, he waits patiently as you unlock your door. "Drive safe, okay?" He offers with a smile.

“You too,” you offer back, lingering for a few moments before opening the door and stepping in. You can’t pretend you didn’t want him to suggest another meet up, even if it was just once more, but you had been told that he doesn’t like to see girls more than a few times so you shouldn’t be surprised.

Dave contemplates telling you to meet him here next Saturday, but he doesn't. Wanting more time to think about it as well as giving you a chance to change your mind. If you come here again, he's going to fuck your ass.

He watches you drive away and you give him a little wave as you begin your journey home. You go over the events of the night before and how good it felt to give him all the power. To let him hear exactly what he needed to hear.

****

He lasts until Wednesday. Leaving the office and pulling out the extra phone to send you a text. 'Saturday? Same time? If I can still fuck your ass.' 

You had hoped that the offer was enough to make him change his mind and you grin ear to ear after receiving the text. After you had left on Sunday, you had driven to the grocery store and made an unscheduled visit to another store across the retail park. 

You wanted to prepare yourself just in case he wanted to take you up on the offer, so out of sheer curiosity you entered the store. Speaking briefly to the shopgirl about your plans, she had suggested a small plug, one that you could wear around without noticing it after a while. 

Silver with a cute heart shaped gem at the base. Feeling particularly excited, you decide to show him just how much you still want him to take you back there. 

You type out ‘Was hoping to hear from you… I’ll be ready for you,’ before attaching a photo. One that shows your glistening pussy and the base of the plug sitting pretty in your puckered hole. 

Dave grunts, cock twitching in his pants as he stares at the photo. Loving how you have started to prepare even if you didn't know he was going to text you again. '$1000 to fuck that pretty little asshole of yours'

‘Perfect, can’t wait. See you Saturday.’

Excitement starts to bubble up in your stomach and you can only hope that the next few days pass quickly.

The week passes incredibly slowly for Dave. The sex on Thursday just as boring as it normally is but he thinks about how he had fucked you last week as he fucked her. It had made it somewhat better than normal. Although when Saturday night comes around, he is leaving the house, rushing to the apartment and eager to find out if you were ready to take his cock.

You arrive at seven on the dot. A tube of lube sits in your purse, despite being sure he already has some you want to make sure. You had done your research and wanted to make sure that you’re as comfortable as possible.

“Good evening,” you say as he opens the door.

"Hey." Dave smirks as you shift in the doorway and he opens it wider for you to come inside. "Are you nervous?"

“A little,” you admit honestly, “But I’m more excited. I like giving you what you want, and I know how much you want this.”

He chuckles and closes the door behind you. "Are you wearing that plug?" He asks, lifting a brow.

“Yes,” you say with a grin, “It’s pretty isn’t it? Bought it after leaving here on Sunday. ”

"I figured you did." Dave hums. "I want to see it."

Without another word you make your way to the bedroom, undoing the buttons on your dress on the way and shedding it the second you’re in the room. Having foregone wearing any underwear tonight, you turn around to face him.

He walks slowly behind you, watching and humming in approval at how eager you are. "Bend over baby, show me that plug."

It’s the first time he’s used an endearment on you, and it makes your breath hitch and your pussy clench. “Yes, sir,” you smile sweetly, before doing as you're told.

He groans, eyes fixed on the little bejeweled end of the plug. "Does it feel good, baby? You like it inside your little asshole?"

You wonder if he can see your pussy clench as he calls you baby again, loving the way it makes you feel. “Feels so good, my pussy feels so much tighter with it in. Could barely push two of my fingers inside of me last night.”

"Hmmmm." He reaches down and rubs his cock through his pants. "So you had to touch yourself last night, huh? I jerked off thinking about you. Stretching that little hole around my cock."

“Yes, baby, played with my tight little pussy thinking about you. Dreaming about the things I want you to do to me. Mhmm, I want to see you stroke your cock. Watch you cum.”

He chuckles quietly, aware that you aren't going to be getting your way tonight. Your little asshole is going to take his load and he's going to watch it drip out.

The urge to kiss him is one that’s getting harder to ignore, but you push it away. “So are you going to fuck this tight little ass or not?” You say, feeling impatient.

"Do you want me to spank you?" He asks, lifting a brow.

“Yes,” you say, without hesitation. “Come get this pussy all wet.”

His eyes darken, excited that you are going to let him do whatever he wants to you. "Lay down."

“Okay, baby,” you say, excitement evident in your voice. You figure this is the last time you see him, so you’re determined to make it a good night.

"On your stomach." He orders, starting to strip down himself.

Without a word you flip onto your stomach, grateful that it’ll take away the urge to capture his lips with yours.

"Ass up." He orders. "Show me that little plug again."

Obeying his command you shake your hips a little, and wait for him to come over.

He chuckles, admiring the way your ass shakes. "Such an eager little slut."

“Just for you,” you say looking over your shoulder, “You bring it out in me.”

That comment makes him hiss in pleasure. Happy that he could make you craven for his cock. He's naked now, his cock hard and jutting out as he wraps his fist around it. "Good girl." 

“I want you to feel how tight my pussy is with the plug before you fuck my ass,” you tell him, “Come get that cock nice and wet.”

"Jesus Christ." His hand caresses your ass before he slaps it once, twice, three times and groans when he feels how hot it is.

“You know you’ve ruined all other men for me,” you say with a giggle, “Will spend the rest of my life knowing that no cock will live up to yours.” 

He doubts that, but his cock twitches at your praise. "Gonna ruin you even more."

“Please,” you beg, “Make me yours. Even if it’s just for tonight.”

He groans and doesn't hesitate to notch his cock at your wet cunt to push inside you. Moaning your name at how tight you feel with the plug still nestled inside your ass.

He feels like heaven, you hiss at the stretch of him but you still want more, so you clench down around him, willing him to make you scream.

Dave grunts, reaching down and tugging on the end of the plug and pushing it deeper inside you while he starts to rock his hips. “Fuck.”

“Oh, fuck, baby,” you almost yell, it stings a little but you love it. “Oh my god, Dave.”

“Feel so good baby.” He groans, rubbing your ass and slapping the other cheek. “So tight.”

“Keep calling me baby,” you beg, as you rock your hips back to meet his thrust. “Please.”

“You like that?” He’s surprised but he will keep calling you that if you want. “Huh, baby? You like me playing with your plug?”

“Yes,” you moan, “I think I could cum from you calling me baby alone. You going to make me cum and then fuck my ass? Claim what’s already yours.”

“Have I let you down yet?” He grunts, enjoying the way that you squeeze him.

“No, baby,” you giggle, rocking your hips back hard. Needing to cum quickly, as you’re desperate for him to overwhelm you. Ready to feel him every time you move again for the next few days. “So, make me cum, Dave.”

Dave huffs, amused by your sassy attitude and your commands. But he listens to you. One hand toys with your plug while the other rubs your clit. His hips rocking quickly as he fucks you.

You moan his name as his hand expertly works your clit, rubbing the little bundle of nerves so perfectly that he has you worked up in no time. He increases the speed as you start to clamp down on his cock, flooding his length with your cum while he rocks in and out of you.  “Harder, baby,” you beg, before he throws you over that edge.

He chuckles, leaning down and biting your shoulder as he slaps your clit lightly.

“You’re fucking amazing,” you choke out as you come down, and fall forward off his cock “So fucking amazing.”

Dave hums and twists the plug, pulling it out of your grasping hole with a small pop. “You ready for me here, baby?” He asks.

“I’m ready for you,” you say nodding your head, “Wreck me again, Dave.” 

“I’m going to go slow.” He shuffles off the bed to grab the lube from the nightstand.

“Okay,” you say, as you watch him get the lube and start to generously coat his length.

He brings the tube over to the bed with him and taps your hip. “On your back, I’m going to put a pillow under your ass.”

Turning around slowly, you look up at him and smile, lifting your hips so he can position a pillow beneath them. “You’re so fucking sexy,” you whisper as you look up at his face.

“You’re biased because I’m about to shove my cock in your ass.” He jokes.

“No,” you say softly, “You’re gorgeous… you fucking me is just a bonus.”

His fingers make sure that the lube is smeared around your hole and he can't help but press them into you. Feeling the resistance until he breeches you and groans at how tight your walls immediately grip his digits.

The noise you make is filthy, and it makes him chuckle. “Fuck,” you whimper, loving the small taste of what’s about to come.

He doesn't immediately pull his fingers out, pushing them deeper and scissoring them to open you up more and work the lube deeper. It will help you take him.

His brow furrows in concentration and he works you open, a smirk splashed across his face as you call his name.

When he slips a third finger inside you, he knows that you are ready and pulls his fingers free. "Just a little bit more lube."

“Okay, baby,” you say breathlessly, ready for whatever he’s going to give to you. 

Dave squirts some more lube onto his fingers and coats the ring of your hole before he grips your hip. "Ready?"

“I’m ready.”

He takes his time lining up. Savoring the moment as he watches his cock press against the tight little hole he is about to claim.

“Take what’s only yours,” you plead quietly.

That is what makes him start to push his hips forward. The pressure of your puckered skin exquisite against the head until it yields. Giving way as he starts to breach you.

You whimper as he pushes inside on you, your fingers gripping the sheets and your teeth sinking into your bottom lip. It immediately stings, but you refuse to let it show, wanting him to claim you in a way no else has and no one else will.

Once the head is completely in, he stops. Caressing your ass as he waits for you to get used to him. He doesn't want you to rip, to just endure him taking you like this. He wants you to enjoy it.

“Are you okay?” You ask, once he’s stopped.

"I'm good, baby." He promises. "Just letting you get used to it. I know it has to feel strange."

“It does, but I like it,” you say, before reaching up and stroking his chest. “You feel so good.”

"You want to take a little more?" He asks, smirking slightly.

You nod and smile, letting your hand fall back down to the sheets, ready to grip them once he starts to move again. 

You take another two inches of his cock. Keeping his hips rocking slowly, trying to be as gentle as he can even though you are tighter than a glove around him.

The whimpers that slip through your lips are loud, but you can’t help yourself. The stretch is overwhelming, but you focus only on the pleasure in his face as he fills you. 

"Good girl." He groans, "you're doing so good, baby." He pulls his hips back as he rocks just a bit deeper into you.

“More,” you gasp out, ready for him to fill you to the hilt.

You enjoy the pain. Biting his lip, Dave snaps his hips forward and buries the rest of his length into your virgin ass.

You yelp as he fills you, a sharp pain rips through you but he’s immediately soothing you. Praising you for taking him so well, and telling you how good you feel around his cock.

"So good, baby." He coos, leaning down and biting your shoulder. "It'll pass. It'll feel good. I promise." He groans, twitching inside you. "Do you feel how badly I want you? How I want this? You're the only one to give it to me."

“You’re the only one, I’ll ever give it to,” you gasp out, as you start to adjust to the heft of him. The throbbing lessening as you start to relax around him.

He groans, twitching again at your words. He loves that. Loves that you are promising to never let anyone else have this. Even if you did not mean it.

“Fuck me,” you beg quietly, needing to give him release, needing to hear him groan your name in pleasure, “I can take it.”

"Not just yet." He shakes his head. "You wouldn't be able to take it right now, baby. We need to ease you into this."

“I want to make you feel good.”

"I do feel good." Dave groans, biting your shoulder again.

You moan as he sinks his teeth into you, before reaching down and rubbing your clit, needing something more.

"Such a greedy little thing." He grunts, watching you rub your clit. Your walls tremble around him and he rocks his hips deeper to grind into you more.

“You do this to me,” you moan, as you chase your pleasure. Feeling yourself clench around his cock and whimpering at the sensation.

"I do?" He grunts, starting to pull back slowly. Letting you feel every inch of him moving inside you.

“You do,” you say, as he starts to overwhelm you in the best possible way. “I’m ready, Dave, I can take it.”

He doesn't comment, he just grabs your hips and pulls your ass up slightly as he starts to push back into you.

You continue working your clit, as he slowly starts fucking into you. You can see from his face that he’s not going to last long once he finds his pace, so you start circling your bud a little faster, trying to concentrate on the pleasure rather than the pain.

"You're so goddamn tight." He grunts, biting his lip. "So goddamn tight. Like a vice around my cock."

“Yeah? Tell me how good I feel, Dave.”

"I'm going to destroy you." He vows with a hiss, growling at how good you feel.

“Then do it,” you challenge.

He chuckles and pulls his hips back so he can surge back into you.

Your breath hitches in preparation for what he’s about to do, your fingers gripping the sheets ever harder, “Fuck me, Dave.”

"Sure thing, baby." He groans, digging his fingers in your hips and starts moving. Groaning when your tight walls squeeze him.

It hurts, you can’t pretend it doesn’t, but the look of pleasure on his face is the only thing you care about.  “Fuck,” you hiss, as he builds up a delicious pace. Fucking your little hole like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do.

"Shit." He groans, easing up on how hard he thrusts slightly. The pinch of your brow when he bottoms out bothers him and he wants to hear you moan rather than just taking him.

“Keep going,” you plead, noticing how he’s decreased his speed. “N-need you to fill me up.”

"I'm going to." He promises. "But I want you to cum, baby." He groans. "I need it. I need to feel it." As much as he loves being in control and being able to do what he wants, he loves a woman being free enough to cum for him. To have her pleasure.

You nod your head and start to rub your clit again, circling your bundle of nerves and focusing on his face. Unable to tear your eyes away from his as he works himself in and out of your tightest hole.

Only when your breath starts to change does he speed up. Once your legs start to tighten around his hips every time he drives into you, he knows you are enjoying yourself. "You love it don't you, baby?" He demands. "Feeling my cock in your ass, pulsing and ready to fill you up."

“Yes,” you cry out as you still clamp down around him, “You feel so fucking good.”

He grunts, rocking his hips faster. "Keep rubbing your pretty clit." He groans. "Want to feel you squeeze me tight."

“I am,” you say with a raised eyebrow, knowing he wants you to speed it up.

Your fingers work your clit even faster, chasing that peak as you continue to squeeze and clamp down around him. “I’m gonna cum,” you warn, feeling yourself approaching that edge.

"Good." He grunts, watching you rub your clit, watching his cock pierce deep into your body. Watching your face scrunch up in pleasure.

You chant his name as you near your high, feeling yourself get closer and closer. And then almost screaming his name as you start to cum, clamping down so hard around him that it hurts.

Snarling, Dave can't help but fuck into you faster, pushing you harder as you cum around absolutely nothing and he watches your cunt leak out and down to where his cock is pistoning in and out of your other hole.

Words get lodged in your throat as he fucks your through your high, his groans get louder and the movement on his hips a little sloppier. You love how his cock throbs inside of you, as he grinds his hips into yours.

It doesn't take much longer. Not now that you've cum. Pace faltering and desperate groans accompanying the last few thrusts until he is stilling inside you. Pressed deep and wishing he could get deeper as he starts to flood your passage with hot spurts of his seed. Pumping it into you with every small thrust of his hips.

With every thrust he fills you, cumming deep inside of you and telling you how good you feel and how well you did for him. The praise makes you keen beneath him, whilst looking up and watching his face contorted in pleasure, continuing to thrust gently until he’s finished cumming.

Panting, Dave presses his forehead against yours. Savoring the last moments of closeness before he needs to pull out of you. His eyes slip closed and he hums slightly as he tries to catch his breath.

It’s hard to ignore the urge as his lips are almost brushing against yours, just millimeters away, so you don’t. You bring your hand up and lightly press it to his jaw and you press your lips to his. Moving them gently against his and almost swearing you could feel him kissing you back, until you’re being pushed away, back into the pillow and noticing how quickly his face has changed from pure bliss to anger.

Instantly his grip turns hard, pushing away from you like he's been stabbed in the back. "What the fuck are you doing?" He hisses, not easing out of you like he had planned but ripping free of your body as he glares at you.

You whimper as a sharp pain jolts through you as he pulls out, “I’m sorry, Dave, I di—, I’m sorry.” You stutter before whimpering from the pain.

"You're sorry?" He demands, sneering at you. "You're sorry?" He grabs your arms and pulls you up to shake you. "You're not my fucking wife." He roars. "I don't kiss whores like you!" He hates himself for kissing you back, for softening towards you and his reaction is purely based on that.

You look away from him, tears welling up in your eyes and you push him away. Getting up off the bed and rushing over to where your dress is. Putting it on as quickly as you can and going out to where your purse is in the living room, trying desperately to ignore the throbbing pain between your legs. You close up the last few buttons on your dress and slip on your shoes, wanting to get away as quickly as possible. 

Sliding into his boxers, Dave doesn't care about the need to clean up, the tears in your eyes. Still furious that you broke the unspoken but obvious rule that he had. He stalks over to his pants and pulls out his wallet. "Get the fuck out." He demands, thrusting the agreed upon money towards you. 

“Fuck you,” you sob as you take a step towards the door, “I’d rather starve than take another cent from you.”

Dave throws the bills at you, anger twisting his features. "Don't fucking come back."

You let the money fall down around you, and refuse to pick it up. Leaving it all behind as you slam the door, and rush towards the elevator.

Chest heaving, Dave glares at the door as he listens to the echo of your footsteps fade. A muffled sob sounding and he reaches up and wipes his lips, angry that he kissed you back. Angry that he wanted to kiss you again. That was the most fucked up thing of all.

****

A few days pass and you start to feel a little better. A local cafe had offered you the job you had applied for and you were due to start the following Monday, so things were looking up. 

You still refused to think about that night and pushed it all away the best that you could, keeping your mind busy by finishing up some college work that you had been slightly neglecting.

By the time Wednesday comes, Dave feels guilty. He shouldn't have reacted like that and worse, you didn't take the money. He sighs and pulls out the burner phone to send you a text. 'You need to come pick up the money. You earned it'

You read the text over and over, considering ignoring it and just moving on but you’re fully aware of your current financial situation. That money would be great to keep you going until you get your first paycheck, so with a sigh you text back and wait for his response. 

‘Where should I meet you? And when?’

'After work today. The apartment.’ He knows there is a bit of irony in that statement but it's the easiest place for you to meet him.

‘See you around 5:30.’ You text back before returning to your studying, not wanting to dwell on seeing him again.

The plan being to get there, pick up the money and immediately leave. Leaving no room for awkward conversation.

You shower and get dressed just before having to leave and make your way to the apartment, groaning at the traffic and the way it’s forcing you to deal with the nervousness that’s almost all consuming. 

Dave arrives at the apartment and decides that he will just give you the money and let you leave. He won't talk to you. There's no reason since he won't be seeing you again and he doubts you will accept an apology from him for what he said. He sighs and checks his watch, wondering if you will just leave him waiting and not show up.

Due to traffic you arrive a little late, but refuse to apologize. Instead you knock the apartment door loudly and wait for his answer, deciding that you don’t need to go inside.

When the knock sounds, Dave walks over to the door and opens it. Hating how his heart clenches at the unhappy glare that is on your face.

“Hi,” you say meekly, wanting him to just hand you the money so you can get out of there and never see him again.

"I'm sorry." Dave blurts out immediately, breaking his own rule about not speaking to you the second you greet him. The envelope with the money is in his hand and he extends it to you. "I know it doesn't mean anything, but I am." The least he could do is this before you leave. 

You nod a few times, unable to make eye contact with him before taking the envelope in his hands. “Thank you, Mr. York.”

"It's all there." He promises, dropping his hand and shoving it in his pocket. "I didn't hurt you, did I?" He asks softly. Deciding to break his self imposed rule again and make sure he hadn't hurt you before you leave.

“A little,” you admit, not wanting to lie to him. “You ripped yourself out of me.” You look up at him for the first time, and can see how sorry he actually looks as you do.

"I'm sorry again." He murmurs, taking half a step towards you before he stops himself. You don't want him touching you. "I shouldn't have hurt you."

“It’s fine, I’m fine,” you say, as you feel tears spring up to your eyes. “I should go. But thank you for letting me come and get this.”

"You deserve it." Dave insists, swallowing and frowning slightly as he watches you tuck the money into your purse. "You don't want to count it?"

“No, I’m sure it’s all there,” you say with a slight laugh, “Thanks again.”

"Thank you." He realizes you want to leave and have nothing to do with him, so he nods. Giving you a small smile, he sighs. "Goodbye."

Even after he says goodbye, your feet don’t move. Instead you stand there and stare at him, hating the way your traitorous heart falters at the thought of not seeing him again.

He frowns slightly, his hand on the door not trying to close it. "Do you…. want a drink?" He asks after another moment of staring at you.

“A drink would be good,” you say, knowing that you should leave but not wanting to go.

"Come inside." He offers, letting go of the door and letting it swing wide. "Unless you want to have it in the hall."

You step in and walk past him, taking a seat on the couch and waiting for him to bring you a drink.

Dave moves to the kitchen and pours you a glass of whiskey. He isn't quite sure what you drink but decided that just a neat drink would help.

“Thanks,” you say as he comes back in and passes you the glass. Taking a small sip of the amber liquid and placing it on the table in front of you.

It's a message but he's not quite sure what it means when you ignore the rest of the drink. He sits down in the chair and takes a sip of his own drink. "You aren't still sore, are you?" He asks after a moment.

“A little,” you say with a shrug, “It was a lot… and yeah, I made you mad, so you wanted to get out of me quickly. Didn’t help. But it’s better than it was.”

"I'm sorry." He repeats, hating that he had hurt you to the point where you are still sore. "I shouldn't have- I should have made sure that I pulled out slowly."

“It’s fine, I get that you were mad.” Picking up the glass on the table you take another sip, before shrugging again. “Nothing a few more epsom baths won’t fix.”

Dave frowns and shakes his head. "I will give you some money for whatever you need to....soothe the pain."

“I don’t need more of your money, Dave,” you say, a little frustrated that that seems to be the only way he deals with things. “It’s a few days old, sometimes things can take a little longer to start to feel better.”

"It's my fault." He argues. "The least I can do is make sure you don't have to pay for something you wouldn't normally."

You scoff loudly, “Stop. I know how you see me. But you’re wrong, I'm not just a ‘whore’, who’ll do whatever for a few bucks. I don’t need nor do I want your money, Dave.”

Dave's brow raises and he stares at you for a few moments. "So you aren't about to lose your apartment?" He asks, knowing the answer even as he asks the question.

“Fuck you,” you say, with a shake of your head. Regretting your decision to come in.

"I accept." Dave leans forward and lets his gaze bore into yours.

Your body immediately betrays you, and you feel yourself getting wetter under his glare. You should run, slam the door in his face but you can’t. Instead you slowly inch towards him, waiting for him to take the lead and make you forget everything but him.

"I hate that I still want you." Dave admits, sliding to the edge of his seat. "I only fuck the women in this apartment a few times to keep from having this." He grunts. "A connection. But I want you."

You can’t hide the shock on your face as he opens up to you, but you know he knows that you feel it too. “Looks like we’re both in the same boat. I want you too, Dave.”

He sighs, inching closer to you. "So what do you want?" He asks. "Baby."

“You’re only calling me that because you know what it does to me.” You say with the first genuine smile in days, “I want you. Nothing else. Just you.” 

"Move in here." Dave offers, his own smile starting to peek through the serious facade. The idea seems crazy and impulsive, but it’s actually one that makes sense.

“What?” You say in complete disbelief, “I can’t afford rent at my shitty apartment… you think I can afford to live here?”

"It wouldn't cost you a penny." He tilts his head. "I already have the apartment."

“So you’d let me live here for free?”

"Why not?" He asks, shrugging slightly. "I've already come to the conclusion there won't be another woman coming here every Saturday."

Lifting off the sofa you place a leg over his and slowly straddle him, “So, you’ll be my landlord? That I pay in different ways?”

That makes him smirk as he leans back in the chair. "If that's how you want to look at it." His hands land on your thighs and he slowly slides his palms up.

You hum happily, “Okay, I'll move in. Means I can be naked and waiting for you every time you come to see me.”

“Is that what you want to do?” He asks, holding on to your hips. “Be naked and waiting for me to fuck you?”

“Yeah,” you say softly, “Whenever you need it.”

“Even if it’s more than once a week?”

“Fuck yes, whenever you need it.”

His cock twitches at your answer and he smirks. “I like your answer, baby.”

“Good,” you say with a smile, a slight roll of your hips. “This went better than I was expecting.”

“What were you expecting?” He asks, groaning slightly.

“To tell you you’re an asshole and storm off with your money,” you say with another roll of your hips.

“You still have my money.” He points out, his own hips rocking up. “Instead of storming off, why don’t you slap me and call me an asshole.” He suggests. “Then fuck me.”

“Is that what you want, baby?” you smirk, “Maybe I’ll punish you. Get you right to the edge and then stop…”

“Don’t you dare.” He growls, not liking that idea at all.

“I don’t think you deserve to cum,” you say as you start to unbuckle his belt. “I think you should just make this little pussy cum and that’s it.”

He rolls his eyes but he doesn’t stop you from unzipping his pants. If this is what you want to punish him, then he will let you do it. Once.

“I’m not wearing any panties,” you reveal as you pull on his pants, he lifts his hips and helps push them down his legs.

“So you wanted me to fuck you when you came over?” He asks, lifting a brow.

“Nope,” you say, putting emphasis behind the ‘P’, “just didn’t feel like wearing any panties today,” you lie.

“Hmmmm.” Dave grabs your hips to stop you when you straddle him again. “Maybe we shouldn’t fuck today.” He suggests. “Since you’re sore.”

“You just want to put your mouth on me then?” You challenge back.

“Who says I would do that?” He asks, smirking at you.

“Me.”

Dave rolls his eyes again and shakes his head. “You think you’re gonna boss me around?”

“Yes,” you say with a playful smile, “For today anyway.”

“You’re lucky I’m feeling guilty.” He huffs, sending you a small wink.

“Mhmm,” you hum back, “Show me how much you want me, Dave.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be fucking me?”

You roll your eyes at him before pulling on your dress, hitching it above your hips and waiting for him to line his cock up ready for you to sink down on it.

Dave chuckles as he slides his hand down and presses his thumb against your clit. “Thought you wanted to be in control, baby?” He coos. “Cum on my cock and then leave me hanging.”

“I’m going to,” you say with a pout, before sinking down on him. Wincing at the way it stings, and giving yourself a few moments to adjust to him. “Have you begging me for relief.”

Dave groans, frowning slightly and when you start to pull up, he holds your hips tight. “Just stay still.” He urges you, sliding a hand around to rub your clit. “Don’t hurt yourself, baby.”

“Oh, are you gonna make me cum around your fat cock?” You gasp, as he expertly plays your bundle of nerves.

“Thought you wanted to cum?” He asks, watching your eyes flutter and hisses when your fingers dig into his shoulders.

“I do, I just didn’t realize you were going to do all the work.”

“You want to do the work?” He asks, his finger hovering over your clit. “I can let you do that if it’s what you want.”

“Nope,” you say, as you wrap your hand around his and push it back down. “I’m going to keep this cock warm and you’re going to make me cum.”

He chuckles and starts to rub. “Good girl.”

The room quickly fills with the sound of your soft moans, his fingers expertly pulling pleasure from you. Your eyes drift down to his lips and your heart skips a beat as you realize they’re off limits to you, when all you want is to feel them pressed against your own. 

He’s watching you. Of course he is. He sees your eyes flicker down to his lips and he has a dilemma. He has broken all his self imposed rules where you are concerned. What is one more? “Kiss me.”

“Dave,” you say softly, before studying his face to see if he really means it. After a few moments you lean forward and press a fleeting kiss on his lips, a little afraid to push your luck.

His other hand slides up your back to cradle your head. Keeping you in place while he kisses you.

Your hands gently hold onto each side of his jaw, letting him take the lead and you open your mouth and let his tongue battle yours. His mouth feels like home. He kisses you with the most delicious intensity, the kind that makes you see fireworks and makes you melt into his arms. The kind that makes your entire world stop. 

He keeps rubbing your clit while he’s kissing you. Aware of how your hips start to roll and you whine into his mouth while his tongue flicks against yours. Making him feed you a moan of his own.

You don’t ever want him to stop, his mouth slots against yours so perfectly, it’s like it was made for you. You grind down on him, wanting more of him, wanting to feel his cock twitch against your walls that are hugging him so tightly.

Pulling his tongue back, he kisses you again and again. “You gonna cum for me?” He asks raspily. “Little pussy gonna flood my cock, baby?”

“Yes,” you moan, against his lips, not wanting to part from them. He knows exactly where to thrust to find that heavenly spot inside of you, and he positions him to notch against it whilst continuing to rub your clit, chuckling when he feels your walls flutter around him. “So so close.”

“That’s it.” He coos, kissing you again. “That’s it, baby.”

Reluctantly you pull your lips from his, not wanting to risk biting down as you’re thrown off that edge. You clamp down tightly around him, gushing over his throbbing cock and chant his name. Feeling nothing but pleasure as he continues grinding up against your very own paradise.

When you are trembling, in the midst of your orgasm, he stops rubbing your clit and just watches. Amazed by the sight of your body shaking in pleasure and enjoying the pulsing, fluttering pressure of your walls around him.

“Fuck,” you giggle, as you start to come back down and everything comes back into focus. He’s watching you, still grinding his hips but concentrating on you. “Like the view?”

“More than I should.” He admits, shooting you a grin, but his hands softly squeeze your hips. “Feel good?”

“I feel amazing.” You gently press your lips to his again. “Come on baby, fill me up.”

“Thought you didn’t want me to cum?” He reminds you, pressing his kiss to your lips harshly. “My punishment.”

“Changed my mind.”

He hums and starts to move a little more. Still keeping the pace slower than normal. He knows you are still sore.

You rock your hips to meet his, wanting to feel him come undone inside your tight little cunt. “Cum for me,” you whisper softly against his lips.

“Shit.” He hisses, closing his eyes and rucks his hips up in abandon as he falls apart underneath you.

“Good boy,” you praise breathlessly against his neck, loving how it feels as he empties inside of you.

He huffs, about to say something sarcastic but you steal his breath. Just groaning as he holds tight to you.

“I’d let you stay buried in me forever,” you say, words pressed to his skin, “Fit so perfectly.”

He hums, turning his head and leaning in to kiss your shoulder as he pants. Trying to catch his breath and his spent cock twitches when you clench around him in an aftershock.

“Do you need a drink, old man?” you giggle, as he pants beneath you.

“Shut up.” He grumbles.

You giggle again, loving the way he groans as you flutter around his softening cock as you do so. Slowly you pull off of him and watch him immediately sink back against the chair before padding across the floor and into the kitchen and producing two bottles of water from the fridge. He hasn’t moved when you get back, and you fake sigh as you hand him his water. “I can see the headlines now… ’Poor old man fucked into an almost coma by younger sexy woman’.” 

He gives you a half hearted glare, no real heat in his gaze as he takes the bottle from you. "It's not Saturday." He reminds you with a huff. "Not used to Wednesday sex."

“Poor baby,” you say as you straddle him again, peppering kisses wherever you can on his flushed skin. “Going to have to work on that stamina aren’t we?”

Grunting he takes a sip of his water and halfheartedly glares at you. "Are you saying that I can't have a break?"

“Maybe,” you say with the loudest giggle, “Maybe I’ll just have you eat my pussy and then let you leave.”

"Let me leave my apartment?" He snorts and sets his drink down to wrap his arms around you again. "Are you going to be here when I come back?" He asks, wanting to know if you were serious about moving in.

“Yes.” You say and you gently brush the hair out of his face, “If you want me to be.”

“This apartment sits empty for the entire week.” He explains. “You should use it. Seriously.”

“What if you get sick of me?” You ask, with genuine concern. “I’d die if I had to move back in with my parents, baby.”

“How many times have I fucked you now?” He asks quietly, aware that you have hang ups for the idea. Hang ups that he created.

“Not that many,” you answer, deadly serious, “You’re sure that it’s me you want every weekend? Larissa was so clear that you don’t sleep with girls more than two times, occasionally three if they’re lucky.”

“And you’ve been on my cock four times now.” He smirks. “I-I want you to stay. I was wrong for what I said. How I acted.”

“Okay,” you say, pressing your forehead against his, “But no more paying me afterwards. Oh and I need to talk to you about my new job.” 

“New job?” He asks, lifting a brow.

“Yes. I’m going to be doing the early morning shift at a cafe in town, which means being there at 4:30am by myself to get things ready. So on weeknights if you visit, we can’t be too strenuous.”

“I see.” Dave nods and strokes your back as he does. “Visits during the week will be rare.” He admits. “The girls are used to having me home unless I’m traveling.”

“That makes sense,” you say with a smile, “I just thought I'd warn you. I need to be up early.”

“I promise I won’t wear you out too badly.” He smirks and leans in to kiss you again.

“You should be getting home,” you say with a sigh, “And so should I. I need food.”

He pats your hip and when you slide off his lap, Dave fishes his pants up off the floor and digs his keys out. It's a separate set from his normal keys, ones that are for this apartment specifically. He takes off an extra key and holds it out to you. "You can start moving in whenever you want." He offers. "The housekeeper comes on Mondays and the code for the alarm system is 75332."

“Housekeeper?” You repeat with a raised eyebrow. “I have classes tomorrow but I can start Friday. Is there a washer & dryer on-site somewhere?”

He slides back into his pants and nods. "Through here." He shows you, walking through the kitchen into the area that was both a laundry room and a storage or pantry area. The sleek washer and dryer are normally only used once a week for the sheets, but he has a feeling that will change with you living here. "You can bring whatever you like, change whatever you want."

“They’re inside the apartment?” You say with an unbridled joy, “I might cum again.”

He chuckles and shakes his head. "You get off really easily then." He teases. "The entire apartment is equipped to be move-in ready, but I know that there has to be something you might need." He had furnished it in case he ever needed to use it as a safe spot to lay low, but he didn't actually live here.

“Sounds perfect,” you say as you wrap your arms around his neck, “And when’s the first payment due?”

He hums, smirking as he leans in to press his lips to yours. "Security deposit has already been paid." He teases before he turns serious. "I don't want you to feel like you owe me anything." He murmurs quietly. "If you ever wanted to leave, or...whatever, I don't hold you here."

“I know, baby,” you say before kissing him again, “Do you think you could get here a little earlier Saturday? So I can cook for you?”

He frowns slightly and then nods. "I am supposed to go out of town this weekend." He tells you. "I'll send my....team to go on without me and still tell Carol that I have to leave on Friday." Smirking slightly he shrugs. "Maybe I could help you move and spend the weekend here?"

“Are you sure?” You say, unable to hide the smile that’s spreading across your face.

"Unless you want me to stay home?"

“Shut up,” you say before pulling him in for a big kiss, “I can’t wait.” 

Dave chuckles and shakes his head. "Then I'll see you on Friday."

You squeeze his hand before walking over to your purse and jacket, “Come on baby,” you can walk me out.

Dave follows you to the door and opens it, ready to leave as well. He had never meant to stay so long, but it had been worth it. "Drive home safe." He murmurs quietly as he closes the door behind the two of you and locks it. "The apartment is safe, the neighborhood is nice and quiet."

You say a soft goodbye, and make your way home. Deciding on takeout pizza and a quiet night before classes and packing tomorrow. The visit hadn’t gone to plan but still couldn’t have gone better. And the best news is it's only a few days until you’re going to be with him for the full weekend.

****

Dave frowns as his phone dings with a text and he pulls it out of his pocket. It's from you which is surprising since you are supposed to be working. 

It's been three months since you have moved into the apartment and every chance he gets, he comes over to see you. Since you had no more worries about your living situation, you were flourishing in your classes and your job was going great. Every weekend, he would come to find you cooking or baking or generally dancing around the apartment, unless he comes in to find you naked and eager to have him fuck you. Either sight made him smile. 

He opens the text and frowns even more as he reads it. From Baby: ‘Not feeling good. Sent home from work. Won't be able to see you this weekend. I'm sorry Dave.’

You sigh after punching out the text, devastated that you won’t get any time with him. Before taking a large sip of your water and snuggling up in your blankets, hoping you’ll feel better after a little sleep.

Dave lets himself into the apartment, his key fob disarming the security system before it starts to beep. He's happy you are using it, knowing that you feel safe here but you could never be too cautious. Closing the door behind him, he strides into the kitchen and sets down the bags that he had stopped to get before coming over.

Snuggled up in bed, sleep has you comfortably wrapped in its arms, you don’t hear him come in. Wearing the t-shirt he left here a few weeks ago and seemingly forgot about, you had let yourself be wrapped up in him the only way you could.

The soup is still hot, coming straight from the little restaurant down the road. Dave grabs it, the package of crackers and a bottle of Gatorade, but puts the rest of the stuff away before quietly coming down the hall to see how you are doing. 

You’re asleep. Your arms around the pillow he uses when he’s here and he can’t help but grin at the sight, especially the snores that come with a head cold.

The bed lightly dipping is what rouses you, and you turn to see Dave sitting at the end of the bed. Clutching what you assume is soup, “Hi baby,” you croak, as he gently rubs your leg.

“How are you feeling?” He asks gently, scooting forward to reach up and touch his hand to the back of your forehead. A little warm, but nothing too concerning.

“Better than I was earlier,” you say, before reaching up and pulling his hand down to your cheek and holding it there. “I stole your t-shirt.”

“I see that.” He hums, smirking slightly. “Comfy?”

“Yes,” you say, “It’s mine now. I’m sorry I’m not well enough to take care of you.”

“Baby, don’t worry about that.” He frowns slightly and shakes his head. “I’m going to take care of you.” He pulls his hand away and opens the soup. “Your favorite.”

“You’re so sweet,” you say, before taking the soup. And sitting upright. “How’s your day?”

“It was okay.” He twists off the cap for the Gatorade to hold until you are ready to drink. “Boring, but then I got a text that my girl wasn’t feeling good, so I came over here.”

Your heart leaps at the way he calls you his girl, and you can’t hide it on your face. “I’d ask you to snuggle, but I don’t want you to get sick.”

“Eat your soup and I’ll snuggle you.” He’s not afraid of being sick. He’s got a pretty solid immune system, and he’s not going to deny you comfort when you’re not feeling good. He pats your leg and stands up, setting the Gatorade down so he can strip down to his boxers.

“Dinner and a show?” You say with a giggle, before having a spoonful of soup.

“Shut up.” He grunts at you, rolling his eyes even though he’s grinning. “Unless you want me in bed wearing my suit?”

“Take it off, baby,” you say with a wink.

He rolls his eyes at you again but he’s steadily removing his clothes and tossing his pants and jacket onto the chair in the corner. “You act like you’re feeling better.”

“Clearly you’ve got the magic touch, baby,” you say before another spoonful of soup. “Thank you for this.”

“Of course, baby.” He frowns slightly as he looks back at you. The lines have been blurred and he’s not exactly sure what he’s supposed to do since he still has a wife and daughters at home, but you are important to him.

“No one has ever bought me soup when I've been sick before,” you admit, “Usually I’d just do it myself. This is really nice.”

“You deserve to have soup brought to you,” he hums, peeling off his socks and then striding back over to the bed. “You have some medicine right? I picked up some NyQuil, but I wasn't sure what you had.”

“NyQuil is perfect, I didn’t stop at the pharmacy,” you admit. “Just wanted to get into my new favorite t-shirt and sleep.”

“I’ll go get it.” He bends down and kisses your forehead. “Be right back.”

“Thanks baby.” You finish up the soup and open the gatorade, grateful for something they replenish a little energy.

He grabs the medicine and brings it back to you. Happy to see you drinking something, he opens the bottle and pours you out a dose. “It’s the nighttime stuff so you can get some rest.”

“Sounds good,” you say before taking the medicine. “Snuggle me until I fall asleep?”

“Of course baby.” He rounds the bed and climbs in on the other side, moving towards the middle and opening his arms for you to lay in them. “Unless you want to spoon?”

“You wanna be the little spoon again?” You say with a raised eyebrow.

“Shut up, brat.” He huffs, rolling his eyes. “You wanna snuggle or not?”

“Yes please, baby.”

He wouldn’t deny you at all, of course. But he smirks when you curl into his chest. His arm wraps around your back and he rubs it gently. “Go to sleep, baby.”

His arms wrap tightly around you, and it doesn’t take long until you’re drifting off. The medication clouding your senses and you murmur into your soft pillow not fully aware of what’s being said, “Love you.”

Dave stays still as a board as you completely fall asleep. Feeling your body relax and your breathing softens. “I love you too, baby.” He breathes out eventually. He does love you. He didn’t mean to fall in love with you. You had been a surprise, a wrench in the well laid plans that he had to manage his needs. But he won’t deny it, not when he knows it’s real.

#pedro pascal #dave york #dave york x reader #dave york x you #dave york x f!reader #dave york smut #dave york imagine #dave york fanfiction

[ilici]

arctic.

ao'nung x omaticaya!avatar.

Summary: Norm's adoptive daughter goes with the Sully's, being treated differently due to her looks.

Warnings: Mention of blood and death.

Full Story! Series may happen!

Word Count: 1547.

Norm looked down at the Na'vi in his lab, as he glanced around at everyone that looked down along with him. He and Jake shared glances, as if they were talking with their minds.

"What happened?"

Jake asked curiously and Norm could only look at him and Neytiri, before he turned around looking at the Na'vi that were dead on his lab table. The crying Na'vi was reaching out for warmth, her mother, her mother's warmth.

"I'm guessing there was an altercation with things, and it limited her color."

Norm explained, and Jake looks at him confused, as Neytiri gently picked up the baby, holding it close it instantly accepted her touch, her crying coming to a slow halt.

"English, Norm."

Jake said to Norm who looked up at Jake, and sighed.

"She's albino. She has albinism."

He summarized bluntly, and Jake looked at Neytiri and the white Na'vi in her arms, before looking back at Norm.

"Who is going to take care of her?"

Neytiri asked, and Jake looked down at her pregnant stomach, then over to Grace's pregnant stomach and shook his head.

"We already have enough on our hands."

He confirmed, and Norm cleared his throat, causing the two to look over at him as Jake was playing with the baby in Neytiri's arms.

"I can take care of her. Obviously she will sleep with you all, but I will treat her as if she were my own."

Neytiri looked over at Jake for his answer, and Jake could only nod his head slowly.

"That will work. We will train her how Na'vi's are and you can teach her about your stuff."

Jake said, and Norm smiled over at his now daughter, as Neytiri placed her back down as she rested peacefully.

"I'll name her Arctic. White as snow."

--

"Arctic! Come on!"

Kiri yelled as they all ran along the tree's that were makeshift bridges, and laughed as their steps caused the moss to light up under their weight.

"Don't yell at me! Spider is the one behind us!"

Hearing the insult thrown his way, he tugged at her tail causing her to softly slap him with her tail. Making it to their destination, they all looked around as Lo'ak pointed towards the area that was said to be the battlefield.

Looking around in amazement, Arctic's ears twitched at the sound of voices. Automatically recognizing they were speaking English. As Kiri tried to convince them to leave, Lo'ak quickly made their hidden figures noticeable to the English Avatar's.

Yelping as her hair was pulled, she winced before she saw someone come into her vision.

"Well I'll be damned. Look at this one. White as a ghost, must've scared the color out of her."

Quaritch joked, as he inspected her. Looking at her closely, he noticed how her main color was white, with slightly darker stripes and bright blue eyes. What stood out the most to him was her platinum hair.

"Leave her alone!"

Spider yelled and Arctic hissed before yelping in pain as he hair was pulled once more. Her two braids being yanked as her main braid was left untouched thankfully. Her curly hair laid along her shoulders, the Avatar that was holding her, held her braids as if they were horse reins.

Lo'ak looked over to his best friend and tried to draw the attention off of her.

"Show me your fingers."

Flipping him off, Lo'ak glared up at him, as Arctic watched Lo'ak in fear of him being hurt.

"You're his."

Closing her eyes as her hair was pulled roughly once more, she involuntary let out a whimper of pain, and this caught Quaritch's attention.

"Call for your father. Until he arrives, we'll see if your friend bleeds color."

He said laughing and walking over to Arctic who let out panicked breaths, and Lo'ak yelled trying to get him to leave her alone. Spider kicked around attempting to escape as he watched.

Letting out a short scream as her chest was slashed, and shortly her cheek was. Blood slowly dripped down, and Quaritch chuckled looking at the blood.

"Well I'll be damned. She bleeds color. Would you look at that?"

--

Norm looked at his daughter sadly, as she kept looking at her reflection, her fingers slightly trailing over the cuts.

"Dad. I don't want to leave you."

She finally broke the silence and Norm knew this would be difficult, and shook his head.

"It's final, you're going. It's the only way to keep you safe. Uncle Jake will take care of you."

He told her and she looked down at him, before softly hugging him. Norm held her, as he sighed out already knowing how much he would regret it.

--

As they landed on Awa'atlu, Arctic instantly hid behind Lo'ak and Neteyam, not wanting attention on her. She knew she'd be looked at, she looked completely different than the rest.

Being moved forward by Neytiri, she looked in front of her and noticed Neteyam and Lo'ak greet someone, so she stumbled to greet whoever they greeted.

Looking for who they greeted, she saw a Na'vi that was already looking at her. Shifting uncomfortably under his gaze, she looked away as he scanned her.

"I don't like this."

She muttered to Lo'ak who only grumbled in agreement, before his hand was jerked up. Feeling her hair being lifted, she looked over noticing it was the same that was holding Lo'ak's hand.

"They have demon in their blood!"

She said as she dropped Lo'ak's hand, and walked over to Arctic.

"Abnormal. They have abnormality in them."

She said letting her hair go, as Jake was quick to defend them, and she felt the constant stare on her from the one earlier. Being pulled by Neteyam, she followed him as she looked back catching the eye of the boy. Looking away she followed them to the Marui.

--

As she watched Tsireya, Lo'ak, Rotxo, Kiri, and Neteyam training their breathing from a distance she frowned. Moving her attention back to the two that were training her on her Ilu, she let out a nervous breath wishing one of her friends had joined her.

"Focus."

One of them spoke up, and she slowly got on the Ilu, bonding with it. Smiling at the bond, she noticed how peaceful it felt. Feeling every breath it would take, she pet it before she motioned for it to go forwards. Diving under, she smiled brightly, as they spun around and drug her hand along the surface of the water as they were upside down.

Ao'nung watched the entire interaction, and to say he was slightly annoyed at how quickly she learned was an understatement.

"Come. We train with breathing."

Removing the bond, she swam with Ao'nung, and met Neteyam as the rest left to train with Ilu's. Looking at Neteyam in relief that he stayed behind, he patted the spot beside him.

"Couldn't really get any training in. Lo'ak was stealing all the attention."

He spoke in English so the other Na'vi wouldn't understand their conversation. Laughing she patted Neteyam's chest softly.

"Don't worry. The big mighty warrior will find a moment to train."

She joked, and Ao'nung looked between the two and then over to his friend as he tried his hardest to understand what they were saying. He felt his stomach swirl in some sort of feeling, as he watched them.

"To breath like us, you will breath from here."

Ao'nung placed his hand on his stomach and chest, as he explained the process of doing so. Neteyam helped slightly when Arctic got lost.

"You got it all wrong."

Ao'nung finally spoke up as Neteyam left to practice with the Ilu's before Tsireya left.

Rolling her eyes she looked at him and crossed her arms over her chest glaring at him.

"You have said that about eight times now."

She argued to him and Ao'nung rolled his eyes as well, as he pulled her closer. As he was about to show her how, he finally noticed the cuts. His eyes examined the cuts, and looked up at her eyes.

"Who did this?"

He asked, his finger trailing over the one on her cheek. Arctic let out a shuddered breath at his touch, and looked away her ears lowering in sorrow.

"Don't worry about it."

She muttered moving away from his touch. Looking at her, he grabbed her wrist, as he held her in place.

"Why?"

He questioned and Arctic huffed out looking back at him, as he realized her eyes almost matched his. Her's were a hue lighter than his.

"They wanted to see if I bled color."

She muttered under her breath and Ao'nung's breath hitched as she explained. Placing his hand on her cheek, cupping the cheek that had the injury.

"You don't need color to be seen."

He whispered to her, and Arctic looked at him in shock, her tail swishing in bashfulness. Clearing her throat she pulled back and looked away, as he snapped out of his daze, clearing his own throat.

"Training."

She reminded and Ao'nung nodded, as he once again explained how to do it, and she followed his instructions the best she could. Ao'nung grinned as she started learning, and nodded his head once she looked at him for affirmation.

#aonung x oc #ao'nung #aonung fanfiction #aonung #aonung x reader #avatar na'vi #avatar #avatar 2 #avatar the way of water #neteyam #lo'ak #jake sully

[anystalker707]

I'm fine

Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x [gender-neutral] Reader Summary: Sanji knows there's something wrong, but he doesn't know how to approach you. Tags: comfort / soft / he's doing his best

Requested by anon ["Hello !! <3 I saw that your requests are open, may I request anything with Sanji ? You can decide the prompt or format, I was just thinking about (mostly Opla, a little bit of his pauses and deep thinking from the anime moments)..."] A/N: thanks so much for the request! I hope you have a good day and that you enjoy this

MASTERLIST

          Sanji was way more attentive than he seemed to be, mind working on a thousand tasks at once whenever he was quiet and not drooling over anyone or dwelling in thoughts. He was aware of everything that went on in the crew, ignoring or managing things however he could, whether by forcing himself to remember he wasn’t responsible for everyone else’s problems or just making someone a special dish to brighten their day a little.

It wasn’t obvious, and you weren’t in the right place to notice it either, unaware of Sanji’s attentive gaze following each of your actions through the days. He could see the nap breaks were getting longer, and the way you seemed to slip into a daze sometimes, which only made the hollow in your gaze more evident. Despite watching you for a while now, he still couldn’t identify what was bothering you so much, but it didn’t feel like it was the right time to approach the subject yet, at least not directly.

The idea had been in Sanji’s mind for quite a while now, so he decided to ease his thoughts today, a little bit. He prepared a small portion of one of your favorite snacks with a suitable drink to follow, making sure to use one of the special plates and your favorite glass—you probably thought no one knew, but he noticed it when you always chose that one or stole it from someone else.

“My dear,” Sanji’s soft voice brought you back to reality, and he looked at you for a moment, as if he could figure out what’d been going on through your mind as you sat at that small table on the deck and stared into the horizon. He couldn’t, but he felt good for being able to ground you for at least a little while. “You barely touched your lunch today, so I thought you’d like to have something now.” He paused. “More like you should have something now.” Despite the light scolding tone, there was also tenderness that he hoped to reach you and give some comfort.

You furrowed your eyebrows and pressed your lips together as if you were going to say something, but only silence followed as you suppressed a sigh and brought the plate closer to inspect it. It felt like forever—Sanji’s eyes followed every little movement as you looked at the food and the drink. He could imagine the way you felt, throat clenching just at the thought of food, but he also knew you needed to eat to make up for the past days and remain healthy.

Sanji was startled when your eyes met yours, and for a moment, he wondered if you could perhaps hear his thoughts, but the feeling dissipated when he caught the confusion on your features.

“What’s up, Sanji?” You asked before finally taking a bite of the food—his shoulders dropped a little as he felt relieved just at the simple gesture.

Ironic. He should’ve been the one to ask that.

Sanji pressed his lips together for a moment and shrugged. “Nothing, really, I’m just… bored.” It was the first thing that came to his mind. He wasn’t really, not with all the stuff he had in his head, but it sounded fitting. “Are you… bored? You’ve been… just sitting there,” Sanji said, stumbling over words. He didn’t want you to know he was aware of your current state because something in his gut told him you’d immediately dodge it.

You were silent for a long moment. You took another bite of the food, swallowed, sipped on the drink, placed the glass down… “Something like that.”

The situation was delicate. Sanji had to think very well of what he was going to do, and he imagined it all as a hunter trying to approach a hare without making his presence known among the bushes. He followed your gaze to the sea for a moment before he grabbed the chair and placed it next to yours with a sigh, sitting with his hands over his lap.

“Oh, uh, I hope I can sit with you,” he said quickly, about to stand up again when you waved a hand in dismissal.

It was awkward. The silence that sat between the two of you was unsettling, but Sanji suspected he was the only one to feel that way. His hands were sweating a little. He wiped them away on his pants. He was just worried about you. Nothing else.

“You know,” you suddenly said, making Sanji immediately turn his head to you, “I… I really like your rings. They really suit you.” Your eyes met his a couple of times before your gaze averted to the sea again, and you sipped on your drink, almost finishing it.

It took Sanji a moment to process your comment—when he finally did so, he raised his eyebrows lightly and looked down at his own hands, fidgeting with his rings now that he was reminded of their existence. “Oh, thanks,” he breathed as he brought them closer to inspect but shook his head lightly and offered his hand to you instead. “I’ve gotten some of them as gifts, others were—” His voice faltered when your fingers touched his, and you held his hand close to your face to observe the beautiful carvings into silver metal. “—Were just bought around,” he continued in a quieter voice tone, eyeing you.

Your thumb traced one of the rings before you slid it off Sanji’s finger; he was startled at first, but he let it be, since he trusted you anyway. He was happy to see you doing something that wasn’t obligatory nor motivated by whatever bothered you, heart fluttering a little bit. Your fingers traced the rim of the ring, but you never put it on, just observing it before returning it to Sanji.

“They’re very nice,” you added with a hum, observing him put the ring on again.

“Thanks,” Sanji whispered with a small smile. His tongue peeked out to wet his lips as he shook his head lightly to get some of the strands off his face, and he exhaled softly. Despite the pleasant moment, the anxiety still bubbled under his skin; the unsaid words formed a lump in his throat that threatened to jump out at any second. He tried—he really tried—, but it was stronger than he was.

“You know that you can talk to anyone anytime, right?” Sanji blurted out. It was classic, cliché, but he hadn’t had time to think about anything else. “I mean, I must not be the right person in your eyes, but I reassure you that I try my best.”

There was more he wanted to say, but the look on your face made Sanji shut up. He’d stepped on a twig, and you were about to run away.

“Yeah, that’s what it is all about,” you whispered with a hint of… disappointment?

Sanji didn’t know what to say—or if he should say anything at all—, heart heavy in his chest as he held his breath as if the slightest movement would ruin all of it.

“You don’t need to be nice to me just because you’re worried,” you said, putting the glass and the plate back on the table without finishing the meal; it’s not that you didn’t want to eat, but the hunger just diminished with the way the situation evolved. “I—”

“No, it’s not—”

“Then why now?” You cut Sanji off with a sigh, but interrupted yourself, seeming to reconsider. “I mean, I see, but… Now is not the right time, Sanji. You’re nice and all, but right now isn’t the moment.”

Sanji couldn’t blame you for the annoyance that laced your voice and the sudden change in your demeanor, so he tried to rationalize the situation first to avoid stirring unnecessary problems. He furrowed his eyebrows and looked at the ground, trying to imagine what could be the problem, but the signs you gave were still too vague.

“I… appreciate what you did,” you practically forced the words out while standing up from the chair slowly. It looked like you were going to say something, but you just walked away, leaving that incomplete silence behind that made anxiety crawl under Sanji’s skin. He couldn’t shrug off the guilt that started growing in his chest while watching you leave.

          “Hey, no need for that! The glass didn’t do anything to you, man!” Usopp threw his hands in the air lightly when Sanji put a glass on the table with more force than necessary, sending the hollow sound cutting through the galley.

Sanji widened his eyes at Usopp when he saw him there, but soon sighed as he shook his head, grounding himself—he didn’t want anyone to worry about him, or to make a mistake in the recipe. “Maybe it did, you don’t know that,” Sanji breathed with a chuckle in an attempt to lighten up the mood.

Usopp raised his eyebrows and tilted his head. “Keep your secrets, then.” He walked past Sanji with a chuckle, grabbing a clean glass to have some water. “Good night, dude,” he said after he got everything he wanted. “Don’t forget to call God Usopp in case you’re afraid of anything during the night!” He grinned and winked before walking away, and Sanji was thankful he didn’t look back to see the way he rolled his eyes. Sanji liked Usopp, yeah, he just had too much in mind right now, and his plans didn’t include coming off as rude.

Being on the night watch didn’t seem like the best option at first, but Sanji thought better and decided that, if he hadn’t, his night would’ve been resumed to tossing around on the hammock. Cooking helped him clean his mind and get himself together, so that was something, really.

The guilt was still evident in his chest, bothering Sanji just like a misplaced object in a small space. He felt like he was the odd one out, actually, not knowing what to do with himself as he did everything automatically until he almost threw the eggshells inside the bowl instead of the whites and yolks.

“Holy fuck,” Sanji said as he tossed the eggshells inside the trash, cleaning his fingers before he pinched the bridge of his nose, taking a break to breathe in deeply. He was almost finished. He could make it.

Everything was in the fridge or covered, waiting to be finished tomorrow, so Sanji sat at the table out on the deck and pulled out his cooking book after lighting a cigarette. He could at least relax a little while he sipped on a cold drink and checked his notes, feeling the somewhat-comfortable burning in his lungs. It always helped him set his thoughts in order—or at least try to.

There wasn’t much that Sanji could get done. He spent most of his time staring at the pen and trying to get his mind off you because, after all, he didn’t have anything to do with what bothered you. It wasn’t his responsibility nor did it affect him directly, so he shouldn’t be so worried about it. Regarding the minor disagreement, it didn’t matter—you two would get along well again because arguments just happened.

Sanji didn’t know what time it was, but the sea higher and calmer than it was during the day, only illuminated by the already waxing full moon that hung high in the sky, since the ship’s lights weren’t turned on strongly enough to illuminate anything beyond the decks. He wrote a few lines on the yellowish pages, not even finishing the sentence before he caught himself lost in thoughts again. Damn it.

The sudden sound almost made Sanji jump on his chair, but he just used it as an excuse to procrastinate making his notes more, and observed the darkness until someone showed up, and your identity was revealed only when you turned the lights of the galley on, walking in. Sanji’s heart almost jumped out through his throat when he saw you there, and his thoughts raced in an internal debate. Should he approach you? He didn’t know if he could bear once again that face of disappointment that you’d made at him, but the current situation wasn’t very helpful either. He wanted peace of mind.

With a sigh, Sanji stood up. All he could do, initially, was stand in the doorway and watch it as you drank a glass of water, still feeling out of place. When you turned around and tried to leave the kitchen, he couldn’t move either, staring back at you with the words erased from his brain. All he could do was look into your sleepy eyes, trying to identify anything beyond the grumpiness of getting up in the middle of the night. He pressed his lips together, breathing in deeply as he looked at you and decided that this should finally be over.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. No one else was awake, but maybe things would be ruined if he spoke a pitch louder. “I wanted to help you. I didn’t want to see you upset and wanted to help. I know you didn’t ask for it, but please know that there was absolutely no pity in what I did. It was my way of expressing that I’m here for you. If it made you uncomfortable, I can—”

A soft groan came from you as you hugged Sanji and buried your face in his chest. He wasn’t sure what was happening, but he did nothing for a while, just in case, and only hesitantly wrapped his arms around you after he decided you wouldn’t move.

“Thanks.” Your words were muffled against his chest as you practically melted into him. Were you too sleepy? He really didn’t know how to handle this. “I am sorry about the reaction. I didn’t think it through, but thanks anyway.”

Sanji raised his eyebrows as he processed what you said and let out a faint hum, patting your back gently. “It’s okay,” he whispered as he pressed his cheek to your head for a moment, slowly relaxing as he found comfort in your arms. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you replied, a little too quickly. “Nothing is wrong.”

“But—”

“I’m fine.”

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

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[joelmillers-whore]

heaven and back

summary: an object on your nightstand inspires frankie to experiment in the bedroom and you’re all for it. 

word count: 1.7K 

series or one-shot

warnings: 18+ explicit, minors DNI, frankie x female!reader, no mention of y/n, smut, waxplay, bondage, unprotected sex, p in v, creampie, brief degradation kink, frankie calls you a slut for like a second, breeding kink kinda?, established relationship, i don’t think i’m missing anything but let me know if i did. 

a/n: i really do apologize for not posting more, i’ve been in a bad writing slump lately and the creativity is just not coming to me. but, please enjoy this little frankie fic that may or may not be self-indulgent. as always, please reblog, comment, and like to support me.

Your heart was beating to an unsteady tempo, the rhythm jarring and scattered as the organ tried to keep up with what was happening to your body. Your back arched off the bed, feverishly chasing the feeling, wanting to get closer to it— to him. But you couldn’t. 

Your wrists were tied tightly to the bed posts, the rope Frankie used rubbing against the sensitive skin, igniting a want you felt so deeply that it rushed throughout your body, licking along each and every nerve ending until you were a throbbing, dripping, whining fucking mess. 

Frankie was kneeling above you, the light cascading in through the window from the street below bathing the room in a soft, feathered glow. The end notes of golden hour drifted by without anyone noticing, bright orange diffusing into crystallized moonlight. 

There was a slight breeze coming in from the open window, making your already stiffened nipples harder, almost to the point of pain. Goosebumps erupted along your breasts, your clavicle, your collarbone. 

The pebbled skin decorated your body, the lightest of touches setting your dampened flesh ablaze. Frankie’s fingers explored everywhere the goosebumps were, groaning low when he reached your stomach, just above your belly button. 

His trimmed fingernails scraped against you lightly, making you flinch, your stomach clenching from anticipation. 

“It’s okay, preciosa, I’m going to take good care of you”, he said. 

Your heart stopped, and changed its course, fluttering at his sweet words. You looked up at Frankie, through your lashes, watching as his gaze was already fixated on you, taking you in, naked and salacious and wanting for him. 

His features were lightened by the moonlight, his face seeming younger somehow, the sheer luminescence caressing every smile line and crinkle near his eyes tenderly. 

Your eyes floated down to his broad chest, his sturdy stomach, his tree trunk thighs, and finally, his stiff cock, red and angry, with pre-cum dribbling from the tip. 

“Frankie...”, you moaned, wiggling your hips needily. 

The dulcet smell of lavender took you by surprise, you turned your head, eyes snagging on the candle you had lit before this had all started. Frankie reached over you, plucking it from the nightstand, inspecting it. His eyes snapped to yours, an eyebrow raising in question. 

“Have an idea”, Frankie said, his hand cupping the glass, rolling his wrist, letting the wax melt and congeal around the rim. “Do you trust me?”. 

You nodded, squirming against the restraints, your wrists growing slack after a minute of fighting them seemed all but pointless. 

“Y-yes”, you nearly shouted, arousal leaking down your thighs, gushing out of you. Frankie’s cock twitched with need. 

He chuckled and your insides did a kickflip. It was filled with equal parts amusement and hunger. 

“Just relax...”, he said, his voice taking on a hurried edge, clipped, like he was trying to hold himself together. 

Grabbing your hip with one hand, and tilting the candle with the other, Frankie slowly started drizzling the hot liquid onto your skin. You watched him eagerly, wincing when the melted wax touched your skin, but whimpering a second later when the pain was overridden with pleasure. 

“Ooooh”, you exclaimed, head thrashing back into the pillow, teeth sinking into your arm. 

“Don’t...”, Frankie growled, getting your attention immediately. “I want to hear all your sounds, preciosa. Every. Single. One”. 

More wax dripped onto your stomach, hardening immediately when it hit your skin, moans tumbling from your lips over and over again until you felt your stomach beginning to cramp up, your thighs shaking from the position you had been in. 

“Frankie...”, you mewled, writhing against your restraints. “I want- I need to feel you”. 

You bucked into his hand involuntarily, trying to get him to touch you. He only pushed your hip deeper into the bed, pining you down, all of his strength behind it. 

“I don’t think so, baby...”, Frankie laughed, dripping a path of wax between your breasts, his lips inches from connecting with your skin, the gentle puff of air heightening every sensation and touch, searing into you like a brand. Marking you as his. 

Placing the candle back on the nightstand, both of Frankie’s hands gripped your hips, steadying you while he slotted himself between your legs. His length rubbed up against your cunt accidentally, the feeling making your head spin. 

 “Fuck, Frankie”, you whined, your walls clenching around nothing. Another gush of your own arousal leaking from you. At this rate, you’d cum from that one touch alone if he didn’t hurry up and fuck you. 

Teasing you, Frankie did it again, dragging out the action, torturing you. His hand was wrapped around his length, the muscles in his arm bulging, swelling as he pumped himself. His tip grazed your clit, making a moan bubble deep from your chest. 

Your eyes were locked onto where his cock was spreading your lips, pre-cum mixing with your own fluids. 

“Do you need this cock? Hm? Does my baby want to be stuffed full?”. 

You nodded, a choked groan leaving you, “I need it, Frankie...”. 

Frankie stopped moving, your eyes finding his, “And what do we say?”. 

You bit your lip, the teasing driving you wild, your thighs spasming, “Please”. 

You were begging at this point, keening for Frankie to stuff you full, to pump his seed so deep into you that it painted your walls white. You wanted to be leaking him for hours. 

Taking his time, Frankie began to push into you, rocking his hips, the bones flush with yours as you took every inch of him, nearly bruising your wrists as you jerked against your binds. 

You wrapped your legs around Frankie, your heels digging into his lower back, desperately pulling him closer to you the only way you could. Your lips quivered as you sucked in a sharp breath, the air being punched out of your lungs when Frankie thrust all the way into you, not missing a beat. 

Sweat crested his brow, eyes dancing with lust, heavy-lidded— drunk with his desire for you. Frankie’s wide palms were splayed across your thighs, kneading the flesh, an attempt to stabilize himself as he lost control inside of you. 

You wished that you could feel Frankie underneath your fingers, wished you could feel how his muscles tensed each time you raked your nails against his back, leaving red and raised streaks along his flesh— marks you happily kissed away after the fact. 

When you were both coming down, heaving breaths expelling from your lungs, eyes twinkling with satisfaction, Frankie would pull you closer to him, practically moulding you to his body so that you were a second skin. 

He would get lost in comforting you, asking you if you were okay from whatever the two of you had done. Whether it was rough or sweet, he would ask you the same thing each and every time. 

But right now, there was no room for soothing words, not when Frankie was bending you to his will, rutting into you so fast and sharply that your eyes were beginning to water, your vision blurring at the edges as you focused on him, a watery image atop of you. 

“Fuck...”, Frankie groaned, head low, his messy brown curls sticking to his forehead, a stray strand falling into his eyes, “You’re squeezing me so tight, baby”. 

His pace didn’t let up and you didn’t want it to, your walls pulsating on instinct, making Frankie moan loudly into your ear, your stomach clenching, that familiar intense vibration radiating from the base of your spine and climbing higher. 

You rapidly blinked away the tears in your eyes, concentrating, focusing only on Frankie. He grabbed the back of your knees, hiking them higher, almost folding you in two, his angle hitting deeper than you were expecting, his cock brushing your cervix. You threw your head back. 

“That’s it...”, he mumbled, panting, his hot breath fanning over your neck, “Take it all, like the good little slut you are”. 

You let out a high-pitched whine, his words finally wearing you down, that tightly wound coil inside of you finally snapping. Your orgasm ripped through you, wetness seeping onto the sheets below. 

You were in a state of total bliss, your eyes literally rolling back as Frankie continued to thrust into you, your body humming and twitching. His grip on your legs was bruising, not easing until he was through with you. 

Your chest was slick with sweat, heaving as you tried to even out your breathing. You thought you’d heard him speak, muttering something incoherent. 

You gulped down a breath while Frankie’s rhythm changed, taking on a hurried note, like he couldn’t control his movements any longer, couldn’t control how much he wanted to come inside of you. 

“What?”, you whispered, pretty sure he had said something to you. 

“I’m going to fill you up, going to have you leaking me for days...”, Frankie groaned, his body vibrating. 

“Do it, Frankie”, you huffed, “Come inside of me”. 

It didn’t take much more than that before Frankie stilled inside of you, his whole body spasming as he came deep inside of you. He collapsed on top of you, heaving breaths hitting the shell of your ear, the air ghosting over you gently. 

“Fuck”, you panted, wheezing periodically, trying to even out your breaths. You moaned as you felt his release running a path down your ass. 

“I was going to say that”, Frankie joked, his voice coming out raspier than usual. 

You felt a light kiss on your shoulder, Frankie’s lips decorating your smooth skin. Your lids felt heavy as he continued tracing your neck, cheeks, and arms, making his way up your body. 

He carefully untied the ropes that had been restraining you the whole time, taking your right wrist in his hand, planting a soft kiss on it, and then repeating the same action on the left. 

“Are you okay, preciosa?”, Frankie asked, his eyes finding yours immediately, as he continued to rub at your delicate and nearly raw wrist, a desperate note to his tone. 

You nodded and Frankie pulled your body into him. You curled up against his chest, absorbing the warmth that was radiating from him. 

“I’m perfect”. Frankie grunted approvingly, stroking your head lovingly, and placed a kiss along your hairline. 

“Good...”, his hand that was in your hair snaked lower and lower and before you could take in another breath, Frankie manhandled you so that you were laying on your stomach, ass up in the air. “Because I’m not done with you yet”. 

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[punkshort]

Chapter warnings: language, graphic depictions of violence, explicit smut (MDNI), little bit of sub!joel in this one, jealous/possessive smut, graphic descriptions of and references to SA - please proceed with caution if this is a trigger for you

Chapter Sixteen

Pairing: Joel x F!Reader, pre-outbreak and post outbreak

AU (the only thing I kept was the outbreak, Joel, and Tommy's characters. Joel's backstory is different, and the way he finds Jackson is different. I may include Ellie one day, I just haven't planned that far)

Fic Summary: You worked for Joel and Tommy a few months before the outbreak. The outbreak happens, and you and Joel get stuck traveling the country and keeping each other safe. Neither of you spoke about the feelings you had for one another pre-outbreak, and in a post-apocalyptic world, it seems like survival should be your only focus. But feelings can't be ignored forever.

Fic tags: Explicit Smut (18+ MDNI), Smut, Language, Canon-Typical Violence, Alcohol Use, Age Difference (Reader is 10 years younger than Joel), slow burn, mutual pining, angst, trauma, SA referencing later but I will put a big warning on those chapters

You could feel Joel’s eyes burning a hole in your back as you followed the guards down the hallway to a common room area. After realizing Joel’s ex-fiancée was conveniently one of the leaders in this community, you had shut down and refused to look at him. You knew it was irrational. How could it be his fault? It just set your teeth on edge, especially considering the reservations you were already having about this place. The man with the dark hair and thick eyebrows jutted his chin out towards Joel and pointed in the direction of the men’s restroom.

“You go in there, we need to check you over for bites,” Joel hesitated, looking back at you, but you continued to stare straight ahead. “It’s standard procedure, we do it for all new intakes. It keeps us safe, don’t take it personally.” Joel took a step towards you, trying to catch your gaze but you were fixated on your feet.

“You gonna be alright for a minute?” he murmured to you.

“Mhm,” you gave a quick nod, eyes still cast down, trying to quell your irritation.

He paused, then glanced around at the group of people waiting for him. He grumbled and turned to enter the restroom, the dark-haired man following. Amy slinked up next to you and placed her hand lightly on your shoulder. It took everything you had not to shrug her hand off as you raised your eyes to look at her. By all accounts, she was pretty. She had bright blue eyes and blonde hair, although you noticed it was a few shades darker than the picture you had seen in Joel's apartment. You could see she was closer to Joel's age by the fine wrinkles developing around her eyes and mouth. She tried to give you a reassuring smile, but it just came off as insincere.

"You can follow me in here," she motioned towards the women's restroom. "I'll look you over real quick and we can get you something to eat." Reluctantly, you followed her into the women's room. You set your backpack down against the wall and took your jacket off before looking to her for direction. She was regarding you carefully with a curious smile.

"You don't talk much," she said, motioning for you to take your shirt off. You began to unbutton your flannel and shrugged at her comment, still choosing not to speak. You took the flannel off and hung it over your crossed arms, feeling exposed in your bra in front of Joel's ex. She walked around you slowly and lifted each of your arms to get a good look at your skin. Amy motioned for you to drop your jeans, so you tugged the flannel back over your arms, leaving it unbuttoned, and reached down to pull the denim off your legs. She did the same thing, walked around slowly and inspected you closely, even tugging on the back of your underwear to check your ass before snapping the band back. You were facing the door with only your shirt partially covering you when you heard a sharp knock.

"Come in," Amy called, still looking you over. You turned to her in surprise, clutching your flannel shut to preserve your dignity before the skinny redhead entered the room, his eyes raking up and down your body before clearing his throat to address Amy.

"The man's clear, what do you want us to do with him?" he asked.

"Let's take them to the cafeteria and get them something to eat before we assign them rooms, thanks Ian." she replied, then motioned for you to put your jeans back on. You awkwardly bent over to pull your legs through as quickly as possible, but Ian had already left. You hastily buttoned up your flannel before shooting her a glare, and she smirked in response. She knew exactly what she was doing.

"We only need one room, thanks," you said, not letting your gaze waver. It seemed that you confirmed for her what she already suspected, giving you a tight smile and a nod before ushering you back into the common room. Joel was waiting anxiously against the wall for you to emerge, pushing himself off to come over to you, but you kept up the attitude, still refusing to look him in the eye.

Ian, thick eyebrows, and Amy led you both down another floor and through a hallway before reaching a large cafeteria where clusters of people sat at various tables. All eyes turned towards you as you walked in, regarding you curiously. You kept your eyes straight ahead as you were led to a table and invited to sit. Joel sat next to you on one side of the table while Amy chose to sit directly across from him. Ian went to get you each a bowl of soup and thick eyebrows stood guard behind Amy.

"It's been a long time, Joel. How did you get here?" she asked him, completely ignoring you.

"Walked," he said curtly, crossing his arms over his chest. She nodded, picking up on his tone.

"And Tommy?" she said softly, biting her lip. You tried you best to keep from rolling your eyes. You didn't appreciate the sweet tone she was taking with him. Maybe you were just paranoid, maybe she was just being nice. But your gut was telling you otherwise.

"Don't know," he said gruffly, trying to avoid her eyes by looking around the room. He noticed the skinny red-haired guy waiting for your food and standing with a big brute of a man in the corner of the room, eyeing you up closely. He glanced over at you, unaware of the men staring at you. He knew you were pissed, but you could at least look at him. He clenched his teeth when he looked back at the men who were very obviously leering in your direction now and whispering to each other. He possessively tucked his arm over your shoulders, feeling you tense up under his touch. The men slid their gaze over to Joel now, who raised his eyebrows at them expectantly. They grinned at each other and shook their heads, turning away and focusing on the food counter.

You finally looked in his direction now, giving him a confused look. The motion was not lost on Amy as she stared at Joel's arm around you for a second too long before breaking away and looking back at him, forcing a smile.

"Well, I'm so glad you are safe and that you made it here. We have a community of about 60 people so far, most of us strangers. We all pitch in where we can, so we will be assigning some work to you both. And I know what you're thinking," she said, holding up her hand, "but it's not like the QZs. We don't ration people's food or supplies. Our long-term plan is to find a safe area away from the city where we can make a home." She continued to look directly at Joel the whole time she spoke, and it was getting on your nerves. You knew it shouldn't, you knew he loved you, but you couldn't help it. You cleared your throat loudly, finally dragging her gaze from Joel and onto you.

"What kind of work?" you asked, and you felt Joel's hand squeeze your shoulder slightly.

"Patrols, guard duty, cooking, cleaning, laundry... that sort of thing. Whatever needs to be done, we all take turns and do our part." At that, she narrowed your eyes to you, as if there was a double meaning to her words that you couldn't decipher.

"That's fine, we understand. We'll help out." Joel said, drawing Amy's attention back towards him. She gave him a warm smile.

"Perfect. And here's your food," she said, looking over your shoulder as Ian placed bowls in front of you both. "I'll let you two have some privacy, when you're all set, I'll be over there," she pointed to a table that you now noticed sat the four other leaders you briefly met earlier. "And then I'll show you to your room." She emphasized the last word and glanced quickly at you before standing up and walking over to the other table, followed closely by Ian.

You gulped and looked down at your soup, suddenly feeling nauseous. Something about what Amy said didn't sit right with you but you couldn't put your finger on it. You lazily stirred the soup and took a few small sips before giving up and leaning back in your chair. Joel noticed your lack of appetite and brought his hand down to squeeze your knee.

"I'm sorry," he murmured, "I didn't know."

You scoffed and folded your arms across your chest, looking at a fixed point on the wall.

"You sure about that?" You asked coldly. He dropped the spoon in his bowl before glancing at you sideways.

"How the fuck would I know?" he said lowly, trying to make sure he wasn't overheard. You shook your head, not wanting to get into an argument.

"You done yet? I'm tired, I need to get some sleep." You pushed your chair back with your legs and strode over to the leader's table, knocking firmly on the end to get their attention. Amy's eyes shot up to you after breaking off a quiet conversation with one of the men.

"Ready," you said, as you felt Joel come up beside you. She nodded and stood.

"Ok, follow me. I had Ian take your backpacks to your room already." She motioned for you both to follow her and you turned on your heel to do just that, Joel following behind you quietly.

Amy led you both up to the third floor. About halfway down, she stopped and unlocked a door, then gave the key to Joel before pushing the door open. The dorm was small, as expected, with two twin beds on either side of the room. You noticed a small bathroom with only a sink and toilet in the corner and your backpacks on the end of the beds.

“You two probably had a long journey, why don’t you get some rest. There are some toiletries in the bathroom. Breakfast starts at 7 in the morning. I’ll find you in the cafeteria and give you your work assignments once leadership decides,” she looked directly at Joel when she added, “please let me know if you need anything.” Then she excused herself, softly shutting the door behind her. You rolled your eyes and collapsed on the bed with your backpack on it, throwing your arm over your face.

“Alright, lemme have it,” Joel said roughly, tossing his backpack on the floor and sitting on the other bed. “It’s my fault. We walked halfway across the country to a city I had no idea she even lived in on the off chance we would find her, right?” He glared at you, fuming, but you just laid there with your arm covering your eyes. “C’mon already, tell me how this is my fault.”

“Did you know that was her voice on the radio?” you asked quietly, your arm still draped over your face.

“Did I – what?!” he exclaimed, standing up. “Are you fuckin’ kidding me? ‘Course not! I don’t know if that even was her recording!” You shook your head and rubbed the heels of your hands into your eyes, trying to keep the tears at bay. “Look at me,” he demanded, but you shook your head again. You just wanted to sleep and forget this ever happened. You wanted to wake up back at the white house with blue shutters, or even on the forest floor at this point. He walked to your bed to stand over you and noticed a tear trickling down the side of your face, heading towards your ear. “Sweetheart,” he began, softer this time, but you stopped him. You sat up and crawled backwards, so your back was against the headboard, putting more space between the two of you.

“I don’t like it here,” you told him flat out, wiping at the stray tear. “There’s something off, I can’t put my finger on it, but the way she looked at me when she talked about everyone doing their part… I don’t like it.” He snorted and sat down at the end of your bed, rubbing the bridge of his nose between his fingers.

“You gotta give it a chance. We just got here a few hours ago. Give it a week,” he said, dropping his hand and looking into your eyes. You could see the desperation behind his gaze as he rubbed absentmindedly at his chest. “Give it a week, and if you still don’t like it, we’ll go.” You sighed, knowing you couldn’t argue with him. It was a good compromise, so you squeezed your eyes shut and nodded.

“Fine,” you whispered, your chin dropping to your chest. He grinned, leaning forward to pull you in for a kiss that you barely reciprocated. He got up to unpack some of his things while you turned on your side and pulled the blanket over you, eager to get some sleep.

The next morning, you and Joel sat together at a table eating a breakfast of oatmeal, some kind of animal meat you couldn’t name, berries, and coffee. You were starving since you decided to be dramatic and skip dinner yesterday, so you barely noticed when Amy and the others walked in to sit down at their table, her eyes immediately traveling over to Joel and gave him a flirty wave. He nodded in her direction and focused back on his food, muttering something under his breath.

“What?” you asked, popping the last of your berries into your mouth. He sighed and leaned in a little closer.

“She’s here,” was all he said, and you could feel your body tense up. You knew you had to see her again today, but you couldn’t control your reaction. You drank the last of your coffee as she glided over to your table, giving Joel a huge grin, and once again pretending you didn’t exist.

“Good morning! I hope you slept alright,” she said brightly. Joel grunted and nodded.

“We slept fine, thanks,” he replied, his hand drifting to your knee under the table. You warmed a bit at the touch, knowing he was trying to make you comfortable.

“I have your work assignments for the week. Joel, you’re on guard duty, second shift,” she winked at him before whispering, “I pulled some strings, usually newcomers have to take third shift,” then she raised her voice back up to a normal level before addressing you for the first time. “You’re on kitchen duty with Maryanne. She’s a sweetheart, she’s excited for the extra help. You’re scheduled from 10am to 7pm today.” She handed out your assignments written out on index cards, confirming the times and the locations. You were getting sick of her subtle flirting, the wink and the whisper finally tipping you over the edge. You hooked your leg over the top of Joel’s and leaned forward, draping your arm over his shoulders, pretending like she wasn’t even there.

“Baby, isn’t this so great? Our work shifts practically overlap, we’ll be able to be together at night,” you trailed a finger over his shoulder as he shot you a surprised look. He had only heard you call him that when you were having sex, and as if you had conditioned him, his cock jumped in his pants when he heard the affectionate nickname. He cleared his throat and looked back and forth between you and Amy, who tried to hide her displeasure with a fake smile.

“Yeah, it’s good, sweetheart,” he took the cards and looked back up at Amy. “Thanks, I’ll be seein’ ya at 2.” She nodded curtly and swiveled around to head back to her table. Joel chuckled under his breath as he rubbed the inside of your thigh.

“Did that make you feel good?” he teased, taking a sip of his lukewarm coffee.

“Oh, I can think of something that feels better,” you said, making him sputter into his mug. He wiped his mouth and looked at you, eyes wide and eyebrows raised, and you couldn’t contain your smirk. He cleared his throat and rested his chin in his hand, looking around the room, as he tried to wait out the erection he had under the table.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, you know that?” he murmured, unable to keep the grin from his face as he slid your leg off his lap.  You grinned at him, pleased at his reaction.

“We have a few hours to kill, you know,” you whispered as you got up from the table and dumped your dishes into the empty bin by the garbage, only meeting his eyes once before you exited the cafeteria and headed back to your room.

He was only a few minutes behind you after you left, slamming the door and snatching your face in his grip, pulling you close and hungrily exploring your mouth. You moaned into him, your tongue flicking at his teeth sloppily as you both hurriedly undressed each other.  Joel walked you backwards towards your bed, but at the last minute you twisted around and pushed him back. He flopped down onto the mattress, flinging his arms behind him for support as he gazed up at you, panting for air. Your pants had already been undone and pushed down, but you pulled them the rest of the way off as he did the same. You flung your t-shirt over your head and stood before him in just your bra and underwear. He was in the process of removing his shirt when he paused to drink you in, then whipped it over his head to the corner of the room.  He reached out to grab your waist, but you took a step back and shook your finger from side to side.

“Be patient,” you demanded, and you watched his gaze instantly darken at your tone. He slowly brought his hand back and instead palmed his cock through his boxers, watching you spin around and slowly unhook your bra. You shot a sly glance over your shoulder at him as you wiggled out of it and tossed it to the side. His lips were parted and flushed as he stared at your back, eagerly waiting for you to turn around. When you did, you kept your hand over your breasts, playfully batting his hand away when he reached out.

“Take them off,” he told you hoarsely, his eyes burning into you. You tsked at him and shook your head, making him groan, but he remained seated on the bed. You took a small step forward and lifted your other hand out to tip his chin up.

“I’m going to be the one in charge today, is that clear?” you asked him with a raised eyebrow. He nodded feverishly, his jaw slack.

“Yes, ma’am,” he replied, and you smiled at the term. You rewarded him by planting a quick kiss on his lips before pulling back.

“Good boy,” you muttered, dropping your hand from your tits and finally revealing yourself to him. His body jumped in response, but he forced himself to remain seated, looking back and forth between you and your breasts, silently pleading to allow him to touch you. You stepped forward and pushed him back, making him turn his body so his head was resting against the pillow. You lifted your leg and straddled him, bringing his hands up to grip your waist. He groaned and began to roll his hips into yours, but you put a hand on his chest to stop him. He let out a puff of air as he clenched his teeth, bringing his hips down to rest on the bed.

You hummed as you traced a finger down his neck and over his broad chest, his eyes never leaving your face.

"Tell me, Joel," you began casually, as your finger slowed near his boxers. "Do you want to fuck me?"

He let out a rush of air from his lungs he didn't realize he was holding, nodding as his grip on your waist tightened.

"Yes," he choked out, "yes, I want to fuck you."

You smiled as your fingernail gently scraped back and forth along the top of his pubic hair, the sensation making him shiver.

"And what about her?" you asked him as your finger stilled. "Do you want to fuck her?"

He stared at you for a moment, finally realizing where this shift was coming from. You were jealous. Jealous of Amy, of all people, who ripped his heart out and didn't think twice. If only you knew the whole story.

"No," he said firmly, making sure you were looking him in the eye. "Only you. I'm so deeply in love with you that it fuckin' hurts."

He could tell that pleased you by the way your eyes lit up, but you refused to smile and give yourself away. Instead, you hummed and leaned your head to the side, gently grinding yourself onto his cock. His eyes fluttered closed as he focused on not reciprocating for fear of losing the contact if he did so without permission. He groaned quietly when he felt your folds slip over his cock through the cloth, desperate to rip both your underwear off and bury himself inside you.

"You like that, baby?" you moaned as your pace picked up speed.

"Yes," he gasped, his eyes snapping open. "I want you so fuckin' bad, please," he begged. You smiled down at him sweetly but then you slid off his hips towards the end of the bed. He found himself almost reaching out to pull you back up when he realized you were yanking down his boxers, tossing them on the ground before slowly crawling up the bed on all fours towards him, your pointed nipples grazing against his legs. He reached out to grab your shoulders and pull you up to his mouth, but he stopped himself, his hands hovering in the air, waiting for permission. You noticed his restraint, your eyes bouncing back and forth between his hands suspended in the air. You paused when you reached his stomach, giving him a smile before dipping your head down and running your tongue leisurely up the length of his cock, flicking his slit with the tip of your tongue before pulling away.

He brought his hands up to his head and clutched his hair, his breathing labored. His eyes found yours right before you dipped back down to pull the tip of him into your mouth, pulling a deep groan from his chest. You wrapped your thumb and middle finger around his base to keep him still, and keeping your eyes on his face, you slowly brought your lips down further, inch by inch, until he touched the back of your throat. You felt his cock twitch in your mouth, and it made you smirk before slowly pulling back up and released him with a pop.

"Fuck," he gasped, his hands still clutching his hair, "fuck, that feels so good." You could feel your arousal ruining your underwear, the fabric becoming uncomfortable.

"Yeah?" you questioned before pulling the length of him back into your mouth, this time fisting his base in your hand as you bobbed up and down on him. You released him from your mouth but kept jerking him off as you spoke, spreading your saliva down the length of him.

"Did she ever fuck you this good?" you asked as he met your heated gaze. He shook his head wildly back and forth.

"No," his voice was strained, "never. No one's ever made me feel the way you do." You could hear the sentiment behind his words. He was trying to convey more than just a physical feeling, and you felt your chest flush with pride.

You quickly removed your hand and yanked your panties off, hovering over his hips and lining him up with your entrance. Before you pushed down, you brought your eyes up to meet his once more. His chest was heaving, his hands fisted at his sides, and his gaze focused solely on you. You could see in that moment that your jealousy was meaningless. Regardless of what Amy felt, you finally realized you had Joel wrapped around your finger, and nothing else mattered.

"Where do you want to touch me?" you asked him quietly, still not allowing him to enter you.

"Everywhere," he said instantly. You nodded your approval, and his hands flew up to your tits, massaging them gently between pinches of your nipples. You moaned and tipped your head back, your hands resting on the backs of his as you slowly sunk down on him. His hands froze as he focused entirely on the sensation, grunting when you finally bottomed out.

You gasped and brought your head forward to look at him.

"I don't think I'll ever get tired of that feeling," you whispered. You bit your lip as he gently thrusted into you, testing to see if you would chastise him. You gave him a warning look, so he stopped and brought his hands down to grip the meaty part of your hips, his eyes glued to where you were connected. You planted your hands on his soft stomach, then lifting your hips up, started bouncing lightly up and down. He watched your breasts sway back and forth in front of him, hypnotized. Your eyes closed as you enjoyed the feeling of him sliding in and out, alternating between bouncing and rolling your hips. You could feel his fingers gripping you so tightly you were sure he was going to leave bruises, but the thought of him marking you just made you move faster, panting now at the effort.

You opened your eyes, looking down at his pained expression. His brow was furrowed and his jaw clenched tight as he stared up at the ceiling, focusing all his energy on remaining still and not slamming into you. You smirked, enjoying how difficult it was for him. You moved one of your hands off his stomach to cover one of his own, then pulled it forward so his thumb pressed against your clit. His eyes dragged from the ceiling back to your face, and immediately pressed small circles on your swollen bundle of nerves. You gasped and gripped his wrist, bouncing faster and leaning forward to hover over him.

"C'mon, sweetheart," he said through gritted teeth. "Let me have it, I wanna feel you." You groaned and squeezed your eyes shut as you felt the pressure in your stomach build. Joel kept his hips pinned to the mattress as you used him to get yourself off, rolling your hips and grinding down on him as his thumb worked your clit in circles, then side to side until you cried out his name, frozen for a moment as your release washed over you, then collapsed on his chest, burying your face in his neck.

You rode out your orgasm with tiny thrusts on top of him. His thumb slowed until he sensed your overstimulation and pulled it away to rest on your hip. You nipped on his neck, leaving a couple red marks on his collarbone. His muscles and tendons were pulled taught and his skin shined with sweat, waiting for you to give him what he wanted.

"Oh," you whispered, feigning innocence. "Did you want to come, too?"

He growled in response, and you felt his cock twitch inside you. You hummed and pushed yourself back up to look him in the eye.

"I didn't hear you," you said. His eyes were dark, and he stared at you before relenting.

"Yes," he whispered. "Please."

You smiled and pressed your lips against his, then murmured against his mouth, "Go ahead."

Like a dam that broke, his hips snapped up into you with a grunt, his pace relentless as he pounded into your sore cunt, gripping your hips and holding you down as he chased his high. You cried out, his thrusts a little painful, but you knew it wouldn't be much longer as his movements became sloppy and he gasped for air. It wasn't long before he groaned your name and yanked your hips straight up in the air, pulling himself out, then brought you back down to pin his slick cock between you both, spilling his release all over his stomach.

"Bad girl," he gasped, making you laugh.

"I don't remember hearing you complain," you teased and gave him a quick peck on the mouth before you stood up to find a rag from your backpack, cleaning you both up and then sliding next to him on the small bed. Joel drew small circles on your back as he struggled to catch his breath. When you moved to stand, he grabbed your arm and looked at you questioningly.

"I have work soon," you explained, "and now I need to shower again." He shook his head and brought your hand to his face, flipping it over and planting a kiss on the inside of your wrist.

"I want you to smell me on you all day," he said lowly and shot you a wink. You blushed, feeling a familiar stir in your lower abdomen.

"Well, in that case, I guess I have a few more minutes to spare," you said, climbing back into the bed, draping your arm over his chest.

Maryanne was very sweet. She was probably in her early 40s, with curly brown hair and thin lips. She seemed very grateful to have the help as she showed you around the kitchen. Another girl, Chloe, was mixing something for lunch in a large bowl while you learned the ropes from Maryanne. She was just explaining to you that the source of their fresh vegetables was from the college campus where they had a greenhouse when the dark-haired guard entered the room. He sent you both a glance and you felt Maryanne stiffen next to you. He made his way to Chloe, touching her elbow and whispered something in her ear. She hung her head and dropped what she was doing as he led her out the door. You looked to Maryanne for an explanation.

"That's Keith. Some of the guards come in here and need our help with other things," she was choosing her words very carefully and the hairs on the back of your neck stood up.

"What kind of 'help'?" you pressed, but she just shook her head and gave you a forced smile.

"It's not a big deal, dear. We all just take turns helping out around here whenever needed," and with that, she returned to the bowl Chloe had abandoned.

You looked back at the door they had just exited, the pit in your stomach returning. You shook your head, telling yourself Joel was always nearby, that you didn't have anything to worry about.

Chloe returned about an hour later, her eyes cast down, avoiding your gaze. Maryanne asked if you wouldn't mind serving the food at the counter today, a task usually assigned to Chloe. You assured her it was fine, shooting one more glance over your shoulder before heading to the counter.

All your worries disappeared when you looked up and saw Joel on the other side of the counter, a big smile on his face.

"Hey there, sweetheart," he leaned over to press a kiss on your lips. "How's it goin'?"

You briefly considered telling him your concerns, but you were already feeling guilty for complaining so much. He looked so much happier and at ease, so you just smiled and told him everything was fine.

Later that night, you stayed awake until he came back around 11pm from his first shift, looking exhausted. He flopped down on his bed and turned his head towards you.

"I missed you," he said, giving you a smile. You smiled back and walked over to give him a kiss, cradling his jaw in your hand.

"How'd it go?" you asked, turning to sit on your bed a few feet away. He sighed.

"Good. Fine. Just mostly walkin' and patrolin' around. Lots of stairs. You'd think I'd be used to the exercise by now," he replied.

"Who did you work with?" you asked, hoping Amy wasn't involved.

"Keith, that guy who brought us in the other day," and you bristled at his name. You opened your mouth to tell him about Chloe, but snapped it shut when you saw he was beginning to fall asleep. You pulled your blanket over you and turned out the light, once again pushing your worries from your mind for another day. You promised him a week, and you were going to see it through.

It was your third day in the cafeteria with Maryanne and Chloe. Chloe seemed in better spirits today, joking around with you as you chopped vegetables as Maryanne was manning the stove, stirring some venison in a big frying pan. You were beginning to feel at ease again, giving Joel a quick kiss after dinner was served before he had to get back to work. You were bringing dirty pans into the kitchen, then froze when you saw Keith leaning against the wall. Your eyes flicked to Chloe. Her head was down, focusing intently on scrubbing a serving spoon. You pushed yourself forward and put the pans in the sink, about to pick up a sponge when you felt his hand on your shoulder.

"Come with me," was all he said. You tried to hide the tremor in your hands. You glanced back at Chloe, but she was avoiding your gaze. You turned to look at him, gripping the edge of the sink so your hands would be steady.

"What for?" you asked, trying to keep the frown from your face.

"I got some work for you," he said. You exhaled shakily as you followed him out of the kitchen and into a hallway. You noticed the corridor was empty and silent as you whipped your head around to try to locate another person. Your heart was hammering in your chest. Something was wrong.

He opened a door and motioned for you to enter. You hesitated, but then saw the gun slung over his back, and forced yourself to walk through the door. You were confused when the light flicked on and you saw it was a broom closet. You turned around to question him when Keith shut the door firmly behind him and immediately wrapped his arms around you, pushing his open mouth on yours, his tongue demanding entry. You shoved him back as hard as you could, but he only stumbled back half a step.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" you exclaimed, backing up and hitting a wall.

"Didn't the girls tell you?" he said, advancing on you again. "I know Amy must've told you," and he grabbed you again, forcing your hand to rub against the growing erection in his pants. You pushed him back again and tore your hand away, your wrist burning after escaping his grasp.

"There's a misunderstanding, I'm with Joel, I'm not interested," you tried to make a move for the door, but he blocked you.

"There's no misunderstanding. This is what all the women do. We protect you, and you give us what we want." He was growing impatient now as he lunged forward, and you let out a scream. He wrapped a hand around your neck, cutting off your voice and forcing your face to look up at him.

"Shut the fuck up," he growled as he fumbled with your jeans. You struggled for air as tears streamed down your face. No, no, no, no.

"Stop!" you gasped, your vision growing fuzzy. He shoved his hand down the front of your jeans and inserted two fingers inside you, making you writhe and claw at his face with every ounce of energy you had.

"Knock it off and I'll let go," he whispered angrily. "If you play nice, this goes a lot easier." Desperate to get his hand off your throat, you nodded. He released your neck and pulled his fingers from your pants, and you bent over to cough, tears and snot streaming down your face and onto the floor.

"Alright, enough. Get up, hands on the wall," he demanded. You must have moved too slow because he yanked you up by the shoulders and whipped you around, but not before you saw the large hunting knife on his right hip. He was pulling your jeans and underwear down around your ankles, and then slid his hand from behind to push his fingers back inside you. You stifled a cry at the intrusion.

"That's it, see? Isn't that better? Fuck," he grunted, pulling his fingers back out to fumble with his belt. You jerked your hand back and grabbed the knife from his hip, jabbing it into his side twice. He let out a surprised yell and fell to the floor, clutching his ribs. You frantically pulled your jeans back up, and still gripping the knife, ran out the door and up the stairs to your dorm, slamming the door behind you.

Joel knocked on the door, entering when he heard Amy's response from the other side. He walked in and glanced around, noticing he was alone with her for the first time. He kept the door ajar and stood as close to the wall as possible.

"What'dya need?" he asked, keeping his eyes pinned on the wall behind her.

"Why don't you sit down, Joel?" Amy replied, giving him a sweet smile from the round table in the middle of the room. There was a large map spread out over the top with a few pencils next to it. He hesitated before deciding to enter the room further, sitting down in the chair across from her. He didn't want to come off as ungrateful for being taken in, but he didn't want to feed into your jealousy, either. She looked at him warmly from across the table.

"You look good, Joel," she said. He grunted and shifted his eyes down to the map.

"What'dya need'?" he repeated, "Ian told me you needed help up here liftin' somethin'." Amy leaned forward across the table and reached her hand out to him. He just stared at it, his hands remaining in his lap.

"Do you think it's fate?" she asked, "what are the chances we would meet again?"

"No," he replied gruffly, glaring at her, "just real dumb luck."

Amy stood from the table, trailing her fingers around the edge before coming to a halt next to him.

"How are you fitting in here, Joel?" she asked, her fingers inching toward him. "Is the work detail ok?"

"Yep," he nodded, trying to lean away. "I'm more tired than I expected but I guess that comes with age."

"Can I help you with anything? Anything to help you relax?" she murmured, her hand running up his arm now. He shuddered and rolled his shoulder to push her hand away.

"No, I'm fine. I should be gettin' back," he frowned, standing up to put some distance between them, but Amy reached her hand out and grabbed his wrist.

"You know, Dave died the very first day," she said.

"I'm sure you'll understand if I don't feel bad about that," he said, pulling his arm back.

"I know. I'm so sorry for what I did to you, Joel. You deserved better than that," she stepped closer and ducked down to catch his eye, batting her lashes at him. "Will you let me make it up to you?" She reached an arm out and palmed him through his jeans. He jumped backwards and swatted her hand away.

"You know I'm spoken for, what the hell are you thinkin'?" he exclaimed, taking another step back. He scowled at Amy when she didn’t reply, his eyes burning and jaw clenched. "You were right, I deserve better, and I got it."

"Oh, Joel, it's not that big of a deal, relax," she said, rolling her eyes. "That's just how it is here. Us girls understand that, don't worry," she cooed, reaching out to him again but he took a big step backwards.

"What the fuck does that mean?" he glowered, fists clenched at his sides.

"Why don't you ask your girlfriend? She understands what's expected, from what I can tell," she smirked.

"What?" Joel asked, deathly quiet.

"The girls here understand there's a price that comes with safety. She's been giving you what you needed in exchange for protection, right?" Amy looked at Joel, confusion written all over her face, as if it were so obvious. He stared at her, shocked at what she was saying.

"You're tellin' me all these men here are havin' their way with the women, against their will?" His eyes narrowed at her, and she scoffed.

"Oh, come on! They all understand! It's not ideal but it's better than getting ripped apart by those... those things!" she exclaimed, getting heated and waving her arms. "You don't think that girl's been sleeping with you without any ulterior motive?"

"Fuck you, you don't know shit about her," Joel swiveled around and swung the door open. He stormed down the hallway to head back to his post when she called after him.

"I might not know her, but I'm willing to bet some of the guys here do!"

As he pounded down the steps, fuming, he had a sudden realization. If the men here are used to taking advantage of all the women, then it was only a matter of time before they approached you. His chest squeezed as he made his way up the stairs two at a time, running to your room as he glanced at the time. It was just past 7, you might be back by now. He ran down the hall when he saw the light on under the door, slamming it open.

You were hovered over your backpack, frantically shoving all of your clothes and belongings into it, struggling to make them all fit. Your hair was a mess and your clothes disheveled You swung around wildly when you heard the door whip open. You had a huge knife covered in blood in one hand as you stumbled backwards, your face streaked with tears.

"It's me, hey, hey, hey! Calm down, what the fuck happened? Whose blood is this?" He knelt down in front of you and you flinched, tucking your knees into your chest, your grip tight around the handle of the knife. You rocked back and forth and shook your head as fresh tears fell from your eyes. Then he saw the marks on your neck.

"What happened?" he asked quietly, dreading the answer. He was too late, he was too late.

"H-he tried," you sobbed, covering your face with your free hand. "He t-tried- I can't- I n-need to leave," you scrambled up and skirted away from his outstretched hands, going back to furiously packing your bag. You weren't sure what you would do for weapons but at least you had the knife.

"Stop for a minute, will ya?" he said sternly, and again you flinched but you stopped, staring down at the bed and avoiding his gaze.

"Did someone hurt you?" he asked, softer now. You gave a quick nod and kept your eyes pinned to the bed. You could sense his body stiffen beside you, but he remained patient.

"Where did they hurt you?" he finally managed to croak out, bracing himself for the answer. You bit your lip so hard you thought you drew blood as hot tears silently streamed down your face.

You couldn't bring yourself to say the words. Couldn't grapple with what happened. All you knew was you needed to get out, get far away from here before his body was found.

"I think you know where," you whispered, squeezing your eyes shut.

Joel's vision went blurry and he fell to his knees on the floor, clutching his chest. His heart was racing and he felt like he couldn't breathe. His hand shook as he reached out to the mattress to hold himself up, his vision narrowing as he gasped for air.

"Joel?" you said, worry laced in your voice. But he hardly heard you. All he could hear was buzzing and the rapid pumping of his heart. He couldn't believe he let this happen. You told him you didn't want to come here, you told him you had a bad feeling, and he didn't listen. This was all his fault. He left you alone after he promised not to. His one job was to keep you safe, and he failed. How could he not see? How was he so blind? You trusted him, and he led you right into the lion's den.

And he was going to kill them all.

"Joel?!" he heard you say, more panicky now. "Joel, please, get up. Please!" His vision cleared and his heart beat slowed a fraction, his chest eased with the realization of what he had to do to fix it.

"Who?" he growled, and you froze, his tone scaring you.

"It doesn't matter. I took care of it. We need to go now, before they find out. Joel!" You called his name as he stood up and headed to the door.

"I'm going to kill every last one of them," he said, his hand on the doorknob.

"Joel, please," you whimpered, a sob rattling in your chest. "Don't leave me. Please, Joel." He sighed and dropped his head, his hand falling from the door. Here he was about to make another stupid mistake. You fucking idiot. Of course she can't be left alone.

He turned back around to you. You were standing next to the bed, your arms wrapped limply around yourself, your eyes bloodshot, lips and nose beet red from crying.

"Did you kill him?" He needed to know. He needed to be sure the man you did this was dead, or he would never be able to move on.

"I'm pretty sure, I didn't stick around, but I stabbed him twice in the ribs, there was a lot of blood, I guess..." you trailed off, unsure now if he was dead or not.

"Alright, let's get our shit and we are walkin' out of here together. I know where our weapons are, we can grab 'em on the way, hurry up." He went to the bathroom and grabbed what little items you both had, stuffing them into his bag along with a few shirts he had folded in a dresser. They didn't bother to confiscate your food, so you were lucky in that regard. He tugged his jacket on and tossed yours on your bed. Once you were both ready to go, he led you out into the hall without a second glance back.

On the main floor he headed towards a small office in the corner, the makeshift armory where all the weapons were locked up for patrol. He tugged your hand in that direction, only pausing when you passed by the broom closet. You winced and turned away at the blood that was seeping out from under the door. He could feel his chest tighten again, but he took two deep breaths, and he felt the tension easing.

"Stay here," he murmured to you. You clutched at him wildly, scared to be left alone. He firmly placed his hands on your upper arms, and crouched down to your level so he could look you in the eye.

"I'm not goin' anywhere, sweetheart. I'm right here. I'm not gonna let anythin' bad happen to you," he inwardly cringed, thinking he already let so many bad things happen to you, but you just nodded, swiping away the tears that fell down your cheeks.

"Give me the knife," he said, and you handed it over, rubbing the heels of your hands deep into your eyes.

Joel swung the door open and saw Keith slumped against the wall, bleeding out. His face was the color of ash, and his eyes were barely open. Joel squatted down in front of him and tapped under his chin.

"Look at me," he said darkly. Keith's eyes fluttered before focusing. When he realized it was Joel, he smirked, and Joel felt his blood run hot.

"Hey, man, I don't blame you," Keith coughed, blood dripping from his mouth. "I don't blame you for keeping her to yourself." Joel ground his teeth and his nostrils flared. "I just... I just wish I got more than a couple fingers in her." Keith gasped out the last words, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

Joel reached forward and picked up Keith's right hand, stained with blood.

"These fingers?" he asked, cocking his head to the side. Before he had a chance to respond, Joel flattened Keith's hand on the ground and cut off his pointer and middle finger, quickly covering his mouth when he howled and writhed in pain. Blood spurted everywhere as Keith desperately tried to clutch at his new wounds, but it was no use. Joel could tell the man was losing too much blood. Even if anyone found him, they wouldn't be able to save him. He stood up and watched as Keith's eyes lost what little light was left, then his ragged breathing stopped, his eyes still open.

Joel turned and looked up and down the hallway before focusing his gaze back on you. You clearly had heard the exchange, the room was not very big, but you didn't say anything. The urge to pull you into his arms and soak up all your pain was overwhelming, but he knew he needed to get to the armory and get you back to safety. Night had fallen outside, it was dark enough where you would be able to sneak away unnoticed.

After collecting all your weapons, plus some extra ammo, the two of you crouched by the exit. Joel tilted his watch so it shone in the moonlight, noting the time and trying to remember the patrol schedule.

"Alright, we should be fine. They are patrollin' the east side of the building. You ready?"

You nodded vehemently, and he cracked the door to take a peek, just in case he was wrong. He stepped out and swiveled around for a moment, knowing his presence outside the building wouldn't be abnormal at this time. He nodded to you, and you squeezed through the door before following him into the night, towards the cover of the forest.

Chapter Seventeen

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For the smiles corp thingy imagine reader goes to the second meeting out of pure terrior and maybe even the small, little glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe this is all some fucked up prank. Only to find out its not and now they have to deal with being on a date with a scary, yet charming, CEO that wants nothing more than to spoil them 🥰

You’re petrified, clenching the sleeves of your outfit as higher ups you’ve never met before hover over you, inspecting you, nodding in agreement to things you aren’t sure of. They were all acting as if this was some business deal to finalize, rather than explaining why you were really here, and why there was just a tall figure awaiting in the head seat of the boardroom. 

“This outfit is nice, but I’m telling you, they need something more revealing!’ 

“Oh so you WANT other lowly people to look at our employer's spouse?! They need something luxurious but modest! “ 

“Modest?! Are you a puritan?! Their body should be admired just like the rest of them!”

You wince as their voices echo and raise, feeling tugged back and forth as they refuse to explain what’s happening. You were about to start screaming yourself, to try and get someone's attention, but everything paused abruptly. 

The man at the head of the table just raised his hand, and everyone went still. They slowly let go of you, gently patting and smoothing your ruffled outfit with soft apologies as they take their seats. 

The man said nothing. Ominously hunched over with hands clasped,he simply stares at you, waiting for you to take your seat at the opposite end of the table. 

You knew Lovely Smiles was an odd, dare you say dangerous, corporation, but this figure before you made your skill crawl even worse than the first time they interviewed you. 

“Alright! It’s my pleasure to be here with you, Y/N, and have you as a part of our team!” a board member speaks, sliding out a briefcase and rummaging through files. The man still simply stares at you, saying nothing, looking as if he will attack as soon as you simply adjust in your seat. 

“Now-” he says, sliding paperwork down the long table to reach you “We have a lot to cover! But before we begin, I would like to say on behalf of us and our amazing, benevolent employer, we’re so happy you agreed to be a part of this company for the long haul!”  

They begin talking about the rules, what you could and could no longer do by yourself, what rights you were wavering away as the ominous business man  seemed to continue staring at you. He leered at you as you tried to keep up with everything being thrown at you, as if he saw you as some cute trapped little mouse surrounded by big, scary lions. 

“Sir, do you have anything to add” a shaky voice asks, tapping papers on the table to straighten them as everyone waits for any sort of response. 

The man just hums, and slowly begins to stand, walking down the room with his head held high and his hands behind his back. 

“As you all know” a deep voice said, “I have many rules and regulations to keep this company in line. I take pride in making this a wholesome, but clean workplace”

The boardroom goes deathly quiet, some members seeming to shake as he continues to speak. As if they feared being a target for whatever issue he may have. “I don’t tolerate any sort of filth, profanity, or vulgarness. Not at the workplace, anyway” he chuckles, and you watch as some people nervously giggle back, still glued to their seats. 

“So, I’d like to add one more thing to the list of conditions my beloved will be signing” he stands behind you, making you feel small, weak, and able to be killed if he so desires. His fingers come to gently play with some of your misplaced hair, a smirk tugging at his lips as he watches you squirm under his gaze.

“If anyone is to touch my love, without strict permission from me, they are to be sent to me directly. I will…terminate them…in any way I see fit. If anyone is caught making them dirty, bruised, overworked, or upset, they are to be sent to me. From there, I will determine how to deal with them before execut-I mean, terminating them. Do we understand?” he barked out, making the members jump from the outburst. “Why yes of course!” Some cheerfully agree, while others nod and keep to themselves. 

You wonder why they’re so loyal to the man. What could they possibly have to gain by making you do this? Were they just as twisted and sick? You’re sure the answer would only make you more nauseated. 

“Good. Now, I’m sure my love hasn’t eaten today yet…and this meeting is coming very close to lunch time” he says as he watches their reactions “I can’t take them to lunch myself until this contract is fully explained and signed, as you know. So! Who’s willing to go beyond for the company and get us some lunch? I’m sure you’re just as starved afterall”. 

They all share a chuckle, and a few raise their hands to take the responsibility, almost scrambling to please the man they work under. 

“Hurry” he deadpans, going back to play with your hair as you stay silent, unable to utter anything as the scene unfolds. “So cute…” you hear murmured against your ear, his mouth just centimeters from touching your now heated skin. 

“I know I said I hate messes at the workplace but…When I get you home…" he lets his lips press just below your ear, his breath making you shiver "I plan to make quite the mess out of you”. 

(Mkay I kinda got a lil horny lmao I hope you liked bean! Sorry for any typos!

-Mommabean)

#Yandere CEO #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #poly yandere #yandere harem #ish #Yandere corporation ??? is that a tag yet? #I'll make it one #mommabean

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My Girls (I)

Words count: 1009

Driver!OC X Max Verstappen

Summery: Cecilia Hansson daughter of a Swedish billionaire, a race car driver, with a dream of making it big in Formula 1. However she has a few secrets that may hurt her as women are disliked in the sport.

Series Warnings: cursing, child abandment, absent father, drinking, car accidents, Jos Verstappen, misogyny, Christian horner (tell me if i missed anything)

This is a sort of prequel, just to set the scene. I already have over 20K written for this.

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Young drivers

When they first met, they were 10 years old. A karting competition, a usual thing for both of them, they both won a fair amount, both getting used to winning. However when they lost each one of them dealt with it differently. Yes Cecilia had a better car, but that never stopped Max from winning before. 

The race started as normal, as always Cecilia overtook all those in front of her and reached P2, with only Max being in front of her, with practised ease she overtook the boy coming out of nowhere it seemed. The boy frowned and pressed harder his car touching hers, Cecilia felt her car jolt, not knowing Max but knowing how some of the guys liked to race, she started focusing on evading him and out racing him. It was close to the end of the race anyways. Max did try to push her car a few times but everytime she slipped away or he just barely touched her. 

His dad will have his head for this. 

Once the race finished they got out of the car, Cecilia doing the little dance she always did when she won. She saw her dad and her brother cheering for her on the side. Taking off her helmet just as Max was coming up to her, he wanted to see who beat him, she took out her braid from her suit and turned to walk to her family when she saw Max.

Yes, his dad will definitely kill him.

“Nice race.” Cecilia said with a laugh before she slipped away to her family, her dad lifted her up in celebration, she was laughing her heart out, enjoying the moment. While Jos just stared down the family and his son, he walked up to her car inspecting it.

“They either got a sponsor or a whole lot of money.” Jos grunted a disappointed look on his face, Max was hopeful that seeing the car would make his dad not mad or disappointed in him. “But that doesn’t mean you couldn’t have won.”

Shaking his head he left his son and walked away.

Cecilia, Max and Pierre were waiting for the podiums, standing together. Cecilia turned to Max and held out her hand.

“I’m Cecilia.” She had a smile on her face with her white teeth, antagonising Max unknowingly.

“Max..” Said and refused to shake her hand, Pierre rolled his eyes at Max’s antics and shook the girl’s hands so as not to leave her hanging. 

“It’s okay Cece that’s how Max is.” He told her in French, Cecilia shrugged and refused to look at Max for the rest of the day.

The years went on after that and the group of future F1 drivers ran into each other a lot. Nearly no month went by without them running into each other, finding out more about the other, whenever Charles, Max and Cecilia raced together the trio were always close on the track, one of them always won. Giving credit to Cecilia she always tried to be nice to Max, however as they went into their teens he always just ignored her or gave her one worded answers. His dad did not like her at all, he found out about her family and their connections, and he knew it beat his, even if he was an F1 driver at one point.

When Max won a race at 15 and Cecilia came in P2, she did what she always does.

“Congratulations Max, great race.” The female smiled at the now slightly taller male, at one point she was taller than most of the guys but it seemed like her growth slowed with time and theirs picked up pace. 

“Why do you always do that?” Cecilia was both surprised and confused, she had no idea what he was talking about. This is the first time he’s spoken more than two words to her in the past five years they’d raced together. Both of them had done well in their careers getting sponsored and moving up. 

“What do you mean?”

“You always congratulate me and wish me a good race, always happy even if you don’t win.” Max explained his brain can’t comprehend how she just always seemed so happy and content and wishing her rivals good races, he heard her and Charles sharing tips and ideas, helping each other out. It’s something that he found do foreign and unusual, it left him puzzled. 

“Why not? I love racing, being good is besides the point, yes I like it, I love when I win, but I would do it regardless of if I won or not.” The smile on her face fell a little, she too couldn’t understand why this wasn’t something that Max understood, her family valued fair play, they said if you rise then you should rise with the people around you and good competition always made you better, always kept you on your toes. “Besides, if you weren’t good then who would challenge me? I love challenges.”

“That’s stupid, you’re weird.” Max muttered under his breath, but Cecilia heard him loud and clear. All signs of her happiness went out the window, her smile fell off completely. Max was startled by the stark contrast, how her whole demeanour flipt in one second. Her shoulder hit his as she passed him, her arms crossed.

After that day and for the time they raced together, before he went into F1 and she got pregnant, Cecilia never smiled at Max again.

Did it bother him? Yes. she always smiled at all the other guys but never him. He was only 15 but he understood the moment she stopped trying to talk to him what he felt. He had a crush on Cecilia Hansson. The daughter of a swedish billionaire. The up and coming female driver, some people said that she’d soon have a position in F1, just give it a few years. He silently hoped that she did, he hoped she’d make it into F1. He loved racing against her.

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Hypnotized lesbian sucks Priest off before her wedding

Tw: religious abuse. Are you gay? Have you been told you're going to hell for being gay? Does that trigger you?

I was given this prompt by @kingofobsidian 🥵

I was getting ready for my big day. I wasn't sure it would ever come. Or include me in a dress, marrying another woman in a dress, in her family's church. Her parents took her to a very open and affirming church that my soon to be wife felt safe coming out in when she was a teenager and now felt joy to return to so we could celebrate our love. I hadn't been to church in a while but we'd been doing counseling with the priest in preparation for marriage. He was so nice, I really felt like I could be open with him about my fears and insecurities. It helped us talk about them as a couple. We each would have our own recordings to listen to about marriage and the commitment we were making. I would always zone out listening though so I'm not sure how helpful they really were. My finance felt the same.

I was in the recreational area bathroom when I asked my maid of honor and friends to give me some time alone to reflect. My strapless dress was not staying up over my titties that well, we had to use some tape and I was fiddling with it when I noticed it in the mirror again. I'm startled out my headspace of frustration at my chest's incompatibility with strapless tops when there's a knock at the bathroom door. "Hello, Becki? It's Father Tom. I just wanted to check in on you. May I come in?"

I look at myself in the mirror, my bleached blonde hair half up, and share a confused look with myself before turning towards the door. Father Tom looked like he always did, all in black with his white collar poking out. Now that I think about, I don't remember if he has to change too. He smiles and chuckles, looking at my chest.

"Oh Becki, your dress is a little lopsided."

"Ugh, is it really that noticeable?" I turn back to the mirror and inspect the dress while I notice my worried look. Father Tom comes up behind me and I don't notice he's reaching out to touch me until he is. I look up in the mirror to see him tower above me and his hands on my shoulders. His eyes are starting at my titties in the mirror.

As if his stares could cause it, the tape finally unstuck on one side and most of my left titty popped out.

"Oh my God!" I cover my nipple. I look at him. I turn around. "Oh my- my- ah I'm sorry Father! I'm sorry I just- I'm just sorry!"

His hands came to lay on my back now and he's smiling again. "Oh Becki, sweet girl, you have nothing to apologize for." He looks into my eyes very intensely while mine are searching his face for an answer as to why.

"Remember, Becki? Remember?"

And that's when I drop my hand. I do remember. I look into Father Tom's eyes. They look so deep.

"Don't you remember, Becki? From your recordings? You know what marriage between two women is about don't you? Don't you remember, Becki?"

"It's about serving cocks together. It's when lesbians become a package deal for superior men. Women can't satisfy each other's needs. Only cock can."

"Ohh yes, you do remember, Becki."

That's when I feel myself pushed to the floor on my knees looking up at the first man I would ever service. In my wedding dress. Waiting for him to marry me to another woman.

He's unbuckling his belt as he speaks. "Now Becki, this will be just your first taste of cock. You'll be coming back every week for your sacrament, Becki, I want you to remember." His thumb rubs on my lower lip. "Now Becki, remember those recordings? I want you to think back to what they said, Becki."

"Start slow first. Lick all up and down. The wetter the better. Suck on the head. Suck on the balls. Use your hands. Open your throat."

He pets my hair before taking out his cock. I can't believe it. It's so much bigger than I thought they could be! It's like big tits! Big cocks only exist in porn! But I have big tits. Oh my god, do regular men have big cocks?

"Becki, remember..."

Father Tom moves his cock closer to my face I can't stop staring at it, it's so beautiful and I want it in my mouth so bad. I wanna suck and slobber all over it and suck his cum out so he put it all over my tits. I bounce and grind as I move forward and grab the base of his cock to lick all over his cock and get him nice and wet for my mouth.

"Oh! Becki I'm so glad your training took. I'll have to talk to your new wife after I marry you. Make sure her training took as well. You're both so beautiful. Made for taking cock. To marry you both would be sin if I did not claim you for my own. You thoughtless women denying your purposes. You should be grateful that I've saved your souls. I'm going to bless you with my holy seed and you'll need to receive this sacrament daily."

I look up with my big eyes, "Thank you, Father." and I take him in my mouth. I suck on the tip of his cock with my hand rubbing the base. I swirl my tongue around his head, tracing the part right where the head meets the shaft. When he puts his hand on the back of my head I suck him deeper. And deeper. And then my hand doesn't fit. I bob my head sucking from as close to the base as I can get to the bottom on the head and up and down and up and down. And hold. And up and down and up and down and up down. And hold.

It's when I start to juggle his balls that he grabs my head with two hands and begins to thrust in earnest. I finally understand what facefucking is. He's just using my mouth. Using my mouth to cum. He thrusts and thrusts and slows down and rolls his hips and thrusts and thrusts. Both my titties have fallen out of my dress and drool is dripping onto them from my mouth. My eyes are starting to water and it's starting to hurt. I'm making all these noises choking on his cock, looking up at him. He's staring at me.

"Look at me, Becki, look at me. Look at the man that has saved you. You will be blessed! Ohhh I'm putting it on your tits! I'm putting it on your tits!"

He lets go and I cough and gasp and catch my breath and look at him as he rubs his cock and lines up his cock head in the middle of my cleavage.

"In the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, take your daily blessing, and may it cleanse you."

He unloaded his milky gooey white cream all over my flushed red titties. Spurt after spurt came out, more than I thought was supposed to happen. After he finished milking his cock I held up my titties to show off to him and he put his cock between my titties and rubbed his cum around.

"Ohh Becki, my child, I'm so glad I saved your soul for the Kingdom of Heaven."

He takes a step back and pulls out his phone from his pocket. I'm a little dazed when I hear the camera sound.

He chuckles "Now we can clean you up for your bride. Let's fix that dress."

#face fvcking #hypnosis #brainwashing #lesbian conversion #lgetsd #fucked str8 #cheating kink #religion kink #priest kink #eroticism #text post #idk what kind of church this is okay