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milkpup · 3 months

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｡⋆ʚ♡ a bitch meant for breeding

›› nsfw 18+ jjk oneshot!

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›› zenin naoya x y/n ›› 18+ f!reader ›› wc: 3,207

‹𝟹 summary: you’re naoya’s wife, and he’s determined to treat you like the pet he believes you are. he takes your sex life up a notch, showing you how he really feels about you:3

‹𝟹 fandom: jjk, jujutsu kaisen

‹𝟹 genres / warnings: petplay, assault / impact play

‹𝟹 tags: au- no powers, spit kink, spitting, breeding, degradation, name calling, pet play, puppy play, light praise, slapping, spanking, choking, rough sex, misogyny, owner / pet dynamic, leash + collar, naoya has a big dick, light biting, light blood, cum swallowing, rough fingering, finger fucking, orgasm denial + delay, throat fucking, mating press, doggy style, missionary

‹𝟹 notes: typically i see naoya more as someone to be subby (bc i wanna put him in his place). but one of my fave artists posted the pic above + the uncensored one, and i went fkn FERAL. like i would be naoya’s dog frfr. i wanna be his pet frfr. this is completely self-indulgent and pure smut. enjoy the ride:3 i made naoya a bit mean, but ultimately i made him a lil nice at the end. my fic and i want nice naoya rn >:(((( (even tho we all know hes a certified misogynist lolol)

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The Zenin clan was known for its harsh treatment towards the women of the clan. They don’t allow them to educate themselves and they are forced in domestic roles and used to make children. While it gives the woman’s family a good reputation to marry into the Zenin clan, her life usually got worse as a result.

Marrying Naoya Zenin was no exception to this rule; if anything, it was actually worse in comparison. As much as Naoya makes your blood boil, he makes your pussy drip even more. You can’t stand to be around him. His personality is insufferable and he’s a misogynistic asshole, just like everyone else in this hellscape of a family. And despite this, he knows exactly how to pleasure you in ways you never thought you’d be into.

It started out as normal, vanilla sex even before you two were officially married. He never tried anything too crazy, just using your body like he owned you, but never taking it anywhere. Over time, you put up less resistance when he told you to do things for him. While it pissed you off sometimes to be his basically his servant, he always rewarded you in the end and you couldn’t deny how amazing it was every time.

One night, after he had been out late drinking with buddies, he comes home with a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. You greet him at the door, taking care of his coat and belongings. He’s looking at you like a predator. He scoops you up, trailing kisses from your chin to your lips. Naoya bites your bottom lip slightly, drawing a hint of blood as he pushes his tongue into your mouth, meeting yours. He’s tasting every part of your mouth as he carries you to your room.

Despite his drunkenness, his coordination when tossing you onto the bed was surprisingly swift. He pushed you against the bed with such animosity it was like something had possessed him. He starts nipping at your neck, leaving a trail of kisses and spit along your jawline before meeting your lips once more. He twirled his tongue around yours, sucking every part he could. He pulled his lips away from yours, a string of spit connecting you two. “Open,” he commanded. And you did just that. You opened your mouth as he spit into it, telling you to swallow it after.

He watched with satisfaction at your instant submission. You were like his pet. And he wanted you to know that. He kissed you once more before pulling apart and walking over to a drawer, opening it and pulling out a leash and a collar. You were only slightly able to make out his figure, his form quite hazy in the darkness of the room, but you could hear the jingle and clank of the collar.

He walked up to you, a hand offering the collar to you. He had it engraved with your name beforehand, saving this for the right moment. “Will you be a good bitch for me, ____?”

You were looking up at him, eyes wide with a blush creeping across your face. You nod, squeaking out a quiet “Yes sir” in response to his question.

Naoya grinned as he reached to buckle the collar around your neck. “Good girl. Such a good little puppy for me, huh? I’m honestly a little surprised you raised no objections. Such a dumb little puppy, aren’t you?” He buckled the collar and moved his hand to your cheek and caressed you softly right before he pulls his hand away and slaps your face.

You gasp at the impact, looking up at Naoya with a mixture of fear and arousal. His hand snakes its way up the side of your face, before resting on the crown of your head and gripping you by a fistful of hair. He gently tugs your head to meet his, kissing you once more. “Be a good girl for me and I’ll make it worth it, okay?” He says as he pulls back, hooking the leash to the collar recently buckled around your neck. You only nod up at him, eyes saying everything you can’t with your mouth.

He rubs your head a bit, praising you. “Good pup.” You blush at the pet name, feeling heat spread in your body. “Take my clothes off, sweetheart. Be a good bitch and prep me after too, yeah?” He finishes by tugging your head slightly, just enough to add some pressure.

Your hands meet his waistline first. You tug at the drawstring of his sweats, pulling them off. His briefs follow suit, exposing his thick cock. You never would have guessed when you first met him, but he had a piercing going through the tip of his cock. It always added an extra sensation, and it was interesting to look at. You always wondered how painful it must have been.

Naoya’s cock bounces out of his sweats, precum already leaking from the swollen, angry looking tip. He’s looking down at you, expectantly. You don’t immediately budge, and so Naoya pulls on the leash attached to your collar, pulling you up to meet his cock. “Suck it, slut.” He commands as he’s tugging your head closer and closer.

You meet the tip of his cock, kissing it lightly, trying to be cute. Naoya grunts, pushing your lips open with his thumb and forcing his cock into your mouth. You barely have time to prepare yourself before Naoya is shoving his thick cock down your throat, still tugging at the leash and bringing you even closer into him. Your hands are trying to push away as his cock is pushed deep into your throat, cutting off your air. You can barely breathe through your nose as you struggle to push against him, but this only makes Naoya snaked a hand through your hair and push your head against his cock even more. “I know you can handle it, whore. I thought you’d be a good girl for me, so why are you resisting?” He taunts as he fucks into your throat causing drool to drip from your lips down your chin.

Tears were forming at your eyes as you look up to see Naoya fully immersed in his pleasure, head thrown back as he throat fucks you. He can see the tears starting to form at your eyes, only serving to turn him on more in a sick, sadistic sense of pride. He releases his grip from you momentarily, allowing you to catch your breath for only a few mere moments before resuming his rough abuse of your throat.

He picks up speed, not allowing you to get used to his erratic rhythm as you feel his cock start to twitch, warning you of what’s to come. You don’t really like swallowing, not that Naoya gives a fuck whether you do or not. Naoya does as he pleases. And right now, he would enjoy watching you swallow his cum. He likes the idea of fucking his cum down your throat, but he wants to watch you swallow it instead. Thus, he warns you before he’s about to cum and pulls out. “Open wide for me, pup. Time for your milk~” He purrs as he strokes his thick cock, shooting thick ropes of cum into your mouth.

The taste is horrible, and there’s so much it’s spilling out your mouth, just how Naoya wants you. “Swallow it, slut. Drink it like the good girl you are.” You swallow everything before opening your mouth and showing Naoya. He praises you, before bending down and spitting into your mouth following it with a sloppy kiss. He pulls away before pushing you onto your back on the bed. He pulls your top off first, watching the way your tits bounce when the shirt comes off. He trails kisses down your abdomen before reaching the waistband your pants. He tugs at it with a finger before completely pulling them off, leaving your panties on.

Naoya pushes your legs apart before positioning himself between them. He spits on one of his fingers as his other hand meets your clothed cunt, before pulling the panties to the side. His other finger rubs your slit, feeling how utterly soaked you are from just being teased and facefucked. His long, slender finger slides over your hole before making its way up to your clit, rubbing small circles around it. Naoya can hear your pathetic attempts at stifling your moans like you’re embarrassed, and he makes it one of his goals to make you louder. He wants everyone to hear what a dirty whore you are.

His finger makes it way back to your tight hole, slipping itself inside the wet and warm entrance. Naoya feels you immediately clench at the intrusion, hearing your cute moans as a result. “Good girl, let me hear how much you love me doing this yeah?” He encourages you as he pushes his finger all the way in, before immediately pulling it out and fucking you with it all over again. He wastes no time in adding another finger, trying to stretch your tight cunt open as much as he could. His fingers are drilling into you, making lewd wet slapping noises that fill the quiet room. Your soft moans betray how aroused you are.

Naoya pulls out to your chagrin, before rolling you over onto your tummy across his lap. He spreads your legs open once again before forcing his fingers back into your needy hole. You yelp out in surprise as his fingers slip inside, scissoring themselves and spreading you open. Naoya uses his other hand to spread your ass open, giving him a close up view of your weeping hole taking only 2 of his fingers and already struggling. “You’re taking it like such a good slut, yeah? You want me to stretch you out after?” He asks, feeling you clench around his fingers the moment he finishes his question. He laughs a bit. “I guess that’s your response, huh pup?”

It's that damn pet name again. You moan he lifts his hand to slap your ass. Naoya does not hold back in the slightest, repeating his slaps until he’s satisfied with the redness spreading across your ass. He pushes in another finger, this time feeling your stretch cunt at its limit. He pulls your body up into a sort of doggy position, you on your knees face down onto the bed. His fingers are slamming into your cunt, your juices dripping onto his hand and wrist then onto the bed.

Naoya bends down beside you, purring into your ear. “You’re such a good whore, aren’t you?” Your cunt clenches in response to his praise-degradation and he chuckles beside you. “I love bitches who make messes so easily, and you’re just like that. I bet you’re already close just from me fucking your tight cunt with my fingers.” He smirks at his taunt. You’re moaning into the bed, drool spilling from the sides of your mouth as his fingers continue their relentless assault on your cunt. He brings his other hand to your clit, thumb circling the sensitive nub as he brings you one step closer. Naoya was right, you were close, and he could tell just from your body how desperate you were to cum and make a mess right in front of him.

“You gonna cum, baby? Gonna make a mess for me, yeah?” You could only whine into the bedsheets, face pressed against the mattress as you felt Naoya bringing you ever so closer to your release. His thumb pressed harder onto your clit, rubbing it with more intensity as his other three fingers fucked into you with ferocity. You were drooling all over the sheet as you whined, feeling yourself tighten up around Naoya’s fingers as you feel that knot in your stomach start to snap—

And then Naoya pulls away both his hands, right as he felt you about to be pushed over the edge. You lift your head up, whining as you pout and look at him. He has the cheekiest grin plastered on his face as he brings his fingers to his mouth and cleans your juices off them. “Sorry, pup, but you don’t cum until I tell you to. Got that?” Your pitiful whines come out as a response, still squirming under Naoya at the loss of touch.

You softly squeak out, “Yes sir.” In response to Naoya’s question. You would do anything for him in this moment if it meant he would let you cum all over him. Literally anything. You would bark for him if he asked; he probably would like it given the puppy stuff anyways. Fuck, you’d even do tricks for him if he really wanted to, anything if it meant he praised you and helped you cum.

Naoya smiled even wider, setting a hand on your head and petting you. “Good girl,” he coos. You feel your heart melt and your pussy throb at the praise. He’s making it painfully slow for you, taking his time before he’s going to touch you again. He pushes your face back into the mattress, scooting your ass closer to him in the process.

Naoya parts your thighs ever so slightly, giving him better access to your sloppy cunt. He lines his thick cock against your hole, pushing his pierced head in ever so slightly. Even with his three fingers fucking your cunt and spreading it out, his cock was still a tight fit for you. He grips your hips with his firm hands as he pushes into you in one sadistic push, bottoming out into your tight cunt. You yelp out in pain as he slams his thick cock into you, feeling every ridge, vein, and especially his fucking piercing. You didn’t think it would feel extra good, but it’s an added sensation that you can’t get from anything else, and it feels fucking amazing.

You moan against the bedsheets loud enough for Naoya to hear as he pulls his cock out and slams it back in. “Fuck, ____, your cunt is so tight. It’s like it’s made just for me, yeah? A hole meant for me to breed, isn’t it? You’re just a bitch meant for breeding, aren’t you?” Naoya asks as he roughly spanks your ass in tandem with his thrusts. “Answer me, pup, what are you?” Naoya demands an answer as he hardly tugs at the leash, pulling you up against him.

The collar is pushing against your airway as he tugs at the leash supporting your weight. Because of this, you can barely choke out the words he was expecting to hear from you. “I’m a bitch… meant for breeding...” You sputter out as his thrusts increase in velocity and force. You moan against him as he pulls your body fully against his, fucking into you from behind.

“Good girl,” Naoya coos as he places a gentle kiss on your neck before biting down hard in the same spot. He draws a bit of blood, licking the area clean and kissing it once more before he lets go of you and pushes you onto the bed again.

Without breaking contact between you two, Naoya expertly flips you onto your back. He never stops his rhythm fucking into your abused cunt while moving your legs. He fucks you a bit in a missionary position, looking down into you as tears are forming at your eyes. “Fuck, Naoya, it feels sho fucking good~!!!” You slur your words out as you look into your eyes, his thick cock never relenting. You reach your arms around his neck as you pull him down to you into a quick kiss.

He pushes away from you, but not before gently biting on your lip first. He pulls his cock out momentarily as he places both your legs onto his shoulders. He pushes his body fully into yours, trying to feel every inch of your body. He slams his cock back into your messy hole as you moan into him. You can feel his warm breath as he trails kisses from your jawline to your neck, biting you in almost the same spot as before. The sharp pain only adds a distinct sensation that enhances your pleasure.

You can feel the knot building in your stomach again, threatening to snap at any moment. “Naoya, m gonna—m gonna cum, soon!!!” You stumble out your words, trying to warn him in advance so this time he can reward you.

Naoya grins and fucks into you harder, drilling his thick cock into your tight cunt. “Good slut, cum for your owner, bitch. I own you and this cunt, don’t I?” He taunts you as his cock hits your g-spot, hitting that bundle of nerves in such a way that has you seeing stars.

“Th-thank you!! Yesh, yesss you own me Naoya!!! I wanna be your dumb pet pleaseee imgonnacum im gonna cum!!!” Your words are stumbling out now, unable to control any of them as you feel the knot in your stomach break and you get not pushed over the edge, but metaphorically kicked into your orgasm. It feels like you’re crashing into the pleasure that is Naoya’s cock as you basically scream, feeling yourself squirt and make a mess around Naoya’s cock and the bed.

He reaches a hand to grip around your throat, cutting off your loud proclamations of pleasure. “Be quiet, bitch” He spits his words out as he rams into your cunt. You can feel his cock twitch and release his thick load, grunting as he fills your womb to the brim with his cum. His grip around your throat releases as he pushes himself off of you, pulling his cock out. Some of the cum overflows from your cunt, dripping out of your hole. He reaches a finger down, lapping up some with his finger and pushing it back inside, placing your panties back in the same position as before.

“Don’t let any spill out. You’re my bitch that’s meant to be knocked up by me. I’m sure you’re so excited to be a mommy, aren’t you?” In your fucked out state, all you can do is nod in a stupor as you try to catch your breath.

Naoya lifts your head and props a small pillow behind it as he climbs to in front of you, cocking staring straight at you. “Be a good girl and clean me up, pup.” You look up at him with half-lidded eyes, still reeling from your mind shattering orgasm mere moments before. Naoya’s thumb opens your mouth as his cock meets your lips. You stick your tongue out, placing kisses on his cock and licking his cock clean.

Once he’s satisfied with your cleanup, he moves beside you and kisses you. He pulls away and looks into your eyes as he caresses your cheek. “I love you, ____. You’re such a good girl for me.” You look into him and grin, as he playfully smacks your cheek. He places a kiss over the slight red mark he leaves before getting up to gather clothes for you.

‹𝟹 notes: how this fic got me feeling:

but frfr this pic got me going crazy im like feral and unhinged. i rly am a monkey. i think geto suguru was on to smthn frfr. i see hot jjk men i start fucking hooting like a monkey, going crazy when i see their bananas frfr

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pulpbeing · 7 months

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whenever i go to church, if im not asleep i always thinkin bout fuckin my fav on the altar (this case, dottie,,)

excuse me if this seems too. you know.. sacrilege ,, (i dont know if you actually like god or forced to like big daddy up in the sky) feel free to ignore my ramblings im a crazed man

yk,, thinkin bout maybe you're a priest. n you end up with a sinner of a lover.. he gotta repent, right? just bending him over the altar, making him wet the bible with his drool and tears.. poundin into him so hard and relentlessly but your words are sooo sweet and just praises, makes him so dizzy cuz you're tuggin on his hair harshly as ya make him read the bible,, tellin him good for tryin to read even tho his babblin and his eyes are blurry from cryin,, makin him bite onto a rosary as u cum inside of him, but never stoppin until you think he's repented for his sins despite him being so fucked out and cumming so many times he can't think anymore,,, only how good your cock feels inside of him 😰😰

of course can't forget about the confession booth. favorite place to think about doing it. making him touch himself on the other side as you tell him what to do, and allll the nasty stuff u want to do to him and he's whining for you because he can't possibly finish without you :( then stuffing his mouth full of your cock, telling him to be quiet as you let others in for confessions... n he's tryiing so hard to stay quiet but ohh he just loves how you grip on his hair so harshly and bury his face down to your crotch till he could barely breathe.. choking till theres tears in his eyes and he's gripping on your thighs until your skin bruises... n when they leave, you fuck his throat and express disappointment that he's not keeping shut, but you forgive him and that you believe that he can do better! and ofc he would,, so he tries and tries again at every person that enters the booth.. not getting a taste of your release bc he keeps failing,, n he wants to sob cuz fuck he wants your cum down his throat so bad.. but its worth it, you're always very generous when u reward him when he finally does it right 💞💞

basically sweet priest that has effectively broke his mind,, makin a man like dottore worship you like a god n would get on his knees for you without any questions... thinkin mindbreaking him with really sweet praises that he now can't live without em,,,

i was raised christian, specifically pentecostal and missionary, so i don’t have much experience at all with catholic practices beyond media i’ve consumed o7 and dw. i don’t believe in the man upstairs. sacrilege is my middle name with how much gay sex shit i be thinking in a church. if he hasn’t struck me down yet, doubt he exists as i’ve been told lolol. not like i’d want my church’s version of a hypocritical god.

n e ways

if he can’t even accept your god-fearing, pure love, you doubt he can accept god into his heart for sure. he’s too greedy, always begging for more of you, of your semen, more of you folding him in half and bending him over so roughly you leave bruises on him for days. watch how he shivers in sinful delight when you tut in disappointment into his ear, calling him a “worthless whore destined to an eternity of damnation” and a “greedy, filthy sinner.” the wood of the altar is only saved by the nun’s habit you have him wear, the modest dress flipped up and held from behind to expose his greedy hole, ring of frothy white around it that exposed just how sinful he’s willing to be if he’ll defile such a place with his filthy, dirty words and sins. but… it’s better if he only sins with you, and since your god is merciful, you just have to forgive him, make him repent and beg forgiveness from the lord as you pump him full yet again, force his head back by grabbing his dyed hair and make him look at the ceiling, to the heavens above as he screams your name. looks like you have to have him repent again.

like any pastor, one must guide their sheep through all, especially when they misbehave— especially ones like dottore, who at the moment, doesn’t even deserve to have you properly continue with his guidance with how sloppy and loud he is, sinful mouth drooling and slobbering with every bob of his head, so, in his punishment, you keep him from his reward. of course, you still have a job to do, still have others to guide, so while he pouts with his lips still attached to your sex, you attend to follower after follower, your merciful god granting them all forgiveness as you do with your pitiful dottore. like all lambs, he’ll eventually learn to listen completely lest they be led astray and be devoured by the wolves— so he takes your gift, his throat bulging with how you fill him like the holy spirit does to a true believer. he takes it all as he should, eyes fluttering to a close as he basks in your forgiveness and mercy.

ah, it seems as though he sees you as his god now.

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marc-spectorr · 2 years

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lessons in touch // part 1

ˣ pairing: steven grant x reader

ˣ summary: an inexperienced steven turns to you, his best friend, for advice ahead of a date. you happily agree to give him a few pointers, including a quick guide on how to kiss. but what starts out as an innocent favor ends up unearthing feelings that steven has buried for so long, complicating things more as his lessons in touch with you unexpectedly continue.

ˣ warnings: 5.8k wc. mentions of sex. fluff/angst.

ˣ a/n: this is my first full-length fic in forever so pls be gentle with me here ;-; this will be a series with smut in later chapters, though i cant promise frequent updates lolol. still, i hope you enjoy!

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Steven is having an exceptional morning.

He’d surprisingly woken up fully rested, had enough time to pour himself a bowl of cereal for breakfast, and caught the 8:30 bus to work without much hassle. There was even a seat available for Steven once he boarded. However, he ended up letting an elderly woman sit there after she hopped on at the next stop.

His good deed was rewarded when she handed him a piece of his favorite toffee. Although accepting candy from strangers isn’t always the best thing to do, he appreciated the lovely gesture anyhow.

It didn’t halt there, though. Much to his delight, Steven was informed that Donna would be gone for the next several days. Something about coming down with a very nasty cold over the weekend. Sure, he’s decent enough to wish his infuriating manager to get better soon. Still, her absence means that he could work in utter peace in the meantime, which is a rarity in itself.

For now, there would be no snarky remarks. No threats to shove him into a sarcophagus. No, “Stevie, stop annoying the customers and start selling to them,” or “Stevie, you bumbling idiot, why can’t you do your job right?”

God, he really hated that name. Stevie. What was so difficult for Donna to call him by his actual name?

But besides the point, everything was going splendidly well. It wasn’t too busy at the museum on this cloudy Monday. There wasn’t much to do aside from checking out at the register and tidying up the merchandise displayed ever so often.

At one point, a little boy approached Steven as he rearranged the Tawaret plushies in a neat, organized pyramid shape. The child had shown quite an interest in them, and Steven had been more than happy to introduce the stuffed toy of the hippo goddess to him.

Steven loved this unofficial part of his job, sharing tidbits of history to those willing to listen, young or old. He believes that he’d be a fantastic tour guide; he’s more than qualified for it. Perhaps one day, it’ll happen.

Perhaps, perhaps.

Noon arrives in a blink of an eye, and Steven steps out of the gift shop area in time for his lunch break. He heads to the break room on the second floor with a pep in each step. Smiling and greeting each person that he comes across, not minding if they choose to ignore him. He was in a great mood, enthusiastic and eager more than usual. Today is turning out to be such an easy shift on what’s already a wonderful day.

Not to mention how excited Steven is for the dinner he has with Dylan later that evening. She’s a total sweetheart, one of the few genuinely nice people he works with. Every time Dylan was around, she’d often stop by to say hi to him, even if she was rushing to get her tour started. He doesn’t recall the very moment he asked her out; his memory is a little spotty as of late, but did it really matter? Steven was finally going on a date after what seemed like forever, and he was planning on making it as perfect as it could be.

Rounding the corner to where the employee lounge is, Steven’s ears suddenly perk up upon catching his name through the slightly ajar door. Instantly, he recognizes one of the voices coming from inside— Dylan’s.

A part of him didn’t want to stand there and eavesdrop, but it piqued his curiosity. So he loiters in the hallway, listening to the muffled conversation in the other room.

“A date? With Steven? Steven Grant from the gift shop? Him?” The other woman chatting with Dylan asked almost incredulously. Steven is certain that it’s Leslie, a seasoned tour guide who he isn’t particularly fond of, considering how frequently she talks about people behind their back. And he is her latest topic of conversation, as it would appear.

“Yeah,” he overhears Dylan’s reply, and there’s a softness to her voice. One that made Steven’s heartbeat flutter. “He asked me out to dinner a couple of days ago, and I always thought he was cute, so I said yes.”

A demeaning chuckle erupts from Leslie, and Steven rolls his eyes. “Huh, good luck with him, I guess.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Steven shifts closer to the entrance, careful to remain unseen by pressing himself against the wall.

“Oh, you know. Steven is… how should I say this— he just strikes me as the inexperienced type, if you get what I’m trying to say.”

Inexperienced? Hearing that causes him to stiffen, his stomach twisting into a tight knot. It’s like a punch to the gut, a sensation he couldn’t easily shake off.

“Really?” There’s a mixture of disbelief in Dylan’s tone. “I mean, I don’t think that should be an issue.”

“Maybe, but come on, Dylan. Shall I go through your history of exes and recount to you the one common thread between them all, which was how they made your sex life more thrilling? As a friend, I’m only giving you a heads up. Because to me, Steven Grant has probably never even kissed a soul in his life, much less slept with one.”

The last bit stings the most. It isn’t true that Steven was a virgin or had yet to have his first kiss. He wasn’t wholly celibate, but it’d been many, many years since anything of that sort had happened.

Certainly, he remembers his first. They say you never forget your firsts, and that was a time in his life that will last in his memories forever, though not for the good reasons as one would expect.

His first kiss with his first girlfriend was understandably nerve-wracking. Awkward and hesitant, but for 20-year-old Steven, it was normal. First kisses were supposed to be that way. Yet from what he can recall, things did not get better for him, unfortunately.

Barely kissing him after that, he’d been pressured by her to have sex. It’s not that Steven didn’t want to, but he wasn’t ready. That it was still too early in their relationship to do so. Not wishing to upset her, however, he reluctantly agreed after her constant badgering.

It was only then did Steven realized the truth: that despite thinking he loved her, she only lusted for him. Took advantage of his vulnerability and robbed him of something special and intimate. He’d never felt so used.

And if that weren’t bad enough, the woman broke up with him soon after he lost his virginity to her. Giving Steven the most unoriginal excuse in the world— “it’s not you, it’s me.”

Deep down, Steven knew it was him. It’s always him. The whole experience and its aftermath have had an effect on him, lasting up to now. Though he yearns to be with someone, to find unconditional love one day, it hasn’t been easy, especially in this day and age when the hook-up culture is prevalent. Lots of people quickly get turned off if you aren’t an expert in bed, and it’s why Steven has felt so deterred from the dating scene, among other reasons that he doesn’t want to touch on just yet.

So when he found out that he had a date with Dylan, he was less fraught about it. Simply because Steven knows her, and she’d always been friendly with him. He thought that his lack of intimate experience in his late thirties wouldn’t matter to her. That she’d be different, that she’d understand and would be okay with it.

Now? Steven isn’t too sure.

And frankly, he’s crestfallen to learn that he has been possibly wrong about her all this time.

Losing his appetite entirely, Steven dejectedly saunters away from the area, tossing the cold sandwich he packed this morning into a nearby rubbish bin. He didn’t wait long enough to hear Dylan’s response. Not that he wanted to, assuming that what she’ll say next would crush his spirits further.

And just like that, his bright and jolly demeanor is washed away by his fears and his insecurities— his thoughts of not being good enough for anyone.

The remainder of his shift goes by uneventfully. Steven’s interactions with the guests have become dry and lackluster. For the first time since clocking in, he was staring at the clock and counting the minutes down until he could punch out.

He’d receive a text from Dylan a half an hour before the museum closed, not even bothering to ask him in person if they’re still on for tonight. To be polite, Steven replies, “yes,” however. Thinking it would be rude to cancel at the last minute.

Still, he already knows that his heart wouldn’t be fully into it.

Just one dinner, and don’t expect more, he convinces himself as he closes up shop for the night. He tells himself again as he boards the bus back home. Once more as he stands there in the middle of the packed bus, holding onto a handgrip while staring at the darkening horizon passing by. Steven says it a final time as he gets off at the stop across his flat, pushing past the sea of passersby crowding the street until he finally reaches the front door.

It’s quiet the moment he steps inside the building, the door shutting behind him with a soft click. Steven lingers by the entryway for some time; glassy eyes slide shut with his head knocked back against the metal frame as he lets out a long exhale from his nostrils.

“Bad day, I take it?”

Steven slowly blinks his eyes open, and it’s as if the ache in his chest swiftly settles at the sound of your voice. He allows a small smile to flicker on his face when he spots you standing by the mailboxes with several letters in hand and balancing a package on your hip.

Truth be told, you never fail to make him smile. That’s why you’re his favorite person in the world, followed by his mother and Gus, of course.

“Yeah, you can say that,” Steven mumbles lukewarm before striding across the foyer and easing your struggle by carrying the box for you. “Let me get this for you, darling.”

“Thanks, Steven,” you return, your gaze never leaving his. A hand gently closes around Steven’s bicep, then a soft squeeze in reassurance. “Seriously, though. Is everything okay? What happened at work?”

He doesn’t answer your question immediately. Instead, Steven silently strolls to the lift down the hall. He takes his time searching for the right words to explain his predicament. Not that he’s afraid of sharing details so personal— not when you and he have been close friends since you moved into the studio next door to him.

Best friends, you would call yourselves, as a matter of fact. Two inseparable peas in a pod. Steven could always count on you to have his back; he could tell you any secrets he has buried deep within, and he wouldn’t worry about you betraying his trust.

Steven has never had this— has never had someone like you in his life. A friend, a confidante. Nobody has ever been as kind and caring to Steven as you are. Before he met you, he thought people like you didn’t exist. Or perhaps they do, but he’s one of the very few unlucky ones that don’t get the pleasure of knowing someone with a tender heart similar to yours.

Fate is something Steven’s unsure of whether or not it is real. But if it were, he’d thank the universe and beyond for letting him cross paths with you.

“It’s uh— nothing. No need to worry, love,” he dismisses, offering up a smile in an attempt to persuade you to drop the subject.

Steven starts heading towards the elevator, and you trail closely behind, shaking your head. “Hey, don’t lie to me. I know you, Steven. I know you well enough to know that something’s clearly wrong. I’m not going to let you sulk around and continue having a shitty day. What kind of a friend would I be? So, spill. Please? Pretty please?”

You bat your eyes at him, and he swears you’re doing that on purpose. Steven knows you well enough to know that you could get anything you want from him just by fluttering those beautiful eyes of yours. You have him wrapped around your finger, making it nearly impossible for him to deny you right then and there.

Honestly, he could use some advice from you. Maybe a laugh or two to cheer him up. You’re always so good with that. Too good that it’s almost magical. You always know exactly what to say to make him feel incredibly happy, even after suffering a quote-on-quote, shitty day.

A light ding of the bell and the automatic doors of the lift part open, the two of you shuffling inside wordlessly, and Steven hits the last number that’ll send you both to your shared floor.

On the ride up, that’s when he explains it all. The date with Dylan, the conversation he had overheard in the break room, and the fact that he’s still going out tonight. By the time you got to your flat, he had miserably told you everything, including his lack of experience.

“And, so that’s mainly it. Apologies for boring you with my situation; I must sound like a fool for even bringing this up—”

“Steven,” you interject before he can go on with his rambling. “Don’t be sorry. I-I can’t believe you never told me about this before.”

“You never asked,” Steven shrugs, his gaze falling to the floor below but returning to meet yours when you slip a warm hand into his. “Also, I… I was a bit too embarrassed to admit it if I have to be honest. I never found the right partner, and I didn’t want to go out there to find the first stranger who’s attracted to me and willing to— you know…”

He need not explain any further. Judging by the look of sorrow etched in your features, you quickly caught on to what he meant.

A soft sigh escapes your lips, and Steven’s sure he sees tears forming in the corner of your eyes. It’s not that you pitied him. You truly care for him and learning that his firsts have soured most of the positive feelings attached to physical intimacy shatters your heart.

“Hey, that’s nothing to be ashamed of, really. I promise you, you’re not the only person in the world who’s not eager to jump into bed with just anyone. Not everyone’s so casual about sex.”

Steven gives you a small wry smile, something that doesn’t reach his eyes.

As opposed to him, you were usually an open book when it comes to sex. He’s not unaware of your escapades. He’s either known about them directly from you or when he awkwardly runs into your one-night stands as they exit from your flat in the early morning hours.

Needless to say, he never judges you for this. You have your needs, just like he has his. The only difference is that you go out and seek a remedy while he takes care of things with his hand, albeit frustratingly.

“Hey, it’s endearing that you prefer to take things slow. God, I wish there were other men like you out there,” you chuckle lightly at the end, briefly cupping his cheek into your palm. “So, are you still going on that date?”

He hums meekly as the warmth of your hand leaves him. “I-I don’t know, should I? I confirmed with Dylan because I felt terrible if I backed out at the last minute.”

“Look, from what you told me, I think Dylan is a sweet lady, and she didn’t say anything bad about you. Plus, you left before she could respond. You don’t know if she agreed with Leslie or not, but my bet is that she didn’t.”

A pause. Steven ponders over it for a moment, mulling the possibility of you being right. In which case, in all the years he has known you, you’re almost always right. It’s pretty scary at times how accurate your intuition could be. Call it a superpower or a sixth sense, but whatever your gut tells you, he would usually believe it too.

“Okay,” Steven eventually nods with a breath, beginning to feel slightly enthused with the dinner this evening. “Maybe I overreacted a bit, yeah?”

“No, you’re good. It’s all good, just a big misunderstanding,” you assure him softly, and it’s all he needs to hear from you. “Alright, let me set my stuff down inside, and I’ll help you get ready for tonight. If I’m not mistaken, this is your first date in quite some time?”

His voice grows quiet once more. “Mmhmm, yep. First date in what— a year, perhaps? I’m not even sure I have fancy enough clothes to wear in an upscale restaurant. I should have thought of that way ahead, damn it.”

“Come on, now. I’m sure we can find something in your closet! How much time do we have?”

Steven glances at the watch hugging his wrist. “We’ve got around an hour and a half.”

“Perfect,” you beam brightly at him. “That’s enough time to make you look absolutely irresistible.”

- ☾-

After two or three laborious attempts, Steven’s neck-tie is still crooked. His blue dress shirt, blazer, and trousers are all wrinkly and smell like mothballs from being stored away for the longest time. The longer he had those clothes on, the more he thought how ridiculous he looked.

It took you and him nearly thirty minutes to go through his entire wardrobe, and this is the best outfit you could put together at a moment’s notice. The reflection in the mirror doesn’t lie, and bloody hell, this is starting to become a disaster. He isn’t even out of the door yet!

Maybe he should cancel now before his appearance is what makes him a fool out of himself.

“Steven? Are you done changing in there?” He hears you checking on him from outside of the bathroom. “Hellooo?”

An amused chortle tumbles out of Steven’s mouth. “Patience is a virtue, darling. But I’m done, coming out now…”

Through his observations, there are merely a handful of things that leave you speechless. One of which is the stars.

He particularly remembers one late night when you came over to his flat, excitingly taking him by the hand and dragging him to the nearest open window from the door.

For what seemed like seconds passing into hours, you both gazed in wondrous awe at the heavenly sight above. Trillions of white sparkling diamonds dot the inky canvas of the London sky. It was beautiful, so beautiful and breathtaking, and not a sound fell from your lips throughout the viewing. You had been too absorbed, too fascinated with the glittering stars, to utter a single word.

That very same awestruck face you made could be compared to how you’re staring at Steven right now, and he feels a gentle warmth spreading over his cheeks. The admiration gleaming in your eyes and the delicate curl of your lips makes his heart soar and his stomach light with butterflies. No one has ever looked at him the way, nothing even remotely close to it.

Steven thinks he heard the slight hitch in your throat, but before he could put a meaning to it, your lips were parting to speak.

“Whew… Dylan’s one lucky gal,” you whistle, flustering him even further. “Here, let me…”

He draws in a sharp intake of air as your nimble fingers straighten his collar and his tie, brows furrowing in deep concentration. Steven hopes you don’t notice how deeply fixated his eyes are on you or how he’s swallowing hard at the proximity of your bodies. You’re standing near enough for him to smell your lingering perfume, light and sweet with a subtle hint of floral notes.

Thoughtlessly, he licks his drying lips and then exhales your name in a soft breath, catching the glimmer in your eyes as your gaze flickers up to his.

Steven’s heart thrums wildly in the cage of his ribs, his mind locked in a daze, unable to think clearly of anything else besides you. Your bright smile, your intoxicating laugh, your gentle touch. The way you sweetly say his name and the way you make him happy without even trying.

How you’re the only person in his life that understands him, treats him like he’s worth every bit of kindness you’ve shown.

You, it’s always been you. From the moment you said “hello” to him and introduced yourself with the warmest of smiles, it has always been you.

You, the only one he has ever loved since the first woman who’d broken his heart— and the only one who has ever loved him back, though not in the way he dreamt of.

Falling for you, falling in love with you, is the one thing Steven has never told you before. The sole secret that may never get to see the light of day. Despite how close the two of you have grown, you’d never shown interest in him beyond friendship. Your love for him is strictly platonic, or at least, that’s what he’s led to believe.

Also, it’s not like Steven has any chance with you. He’s seen the men you’ve dated, the type you’re attracted to, and he’s nothing like them. Far from it, in actuality. He’s no match for them; you’re simply way out of his league.

So Steven didn’t dare to risk it— this perfect relationship you and he already have with each other.

He didn’t dare to risk losing you.

Therefore, he pushes these feelings aside, locks them away in the furthest depths of his mind, and pretends that they never existed, that he never entertained the thought.

Yet, it doesn’t mean it hurts less for Steven, seeing you in the arms of others, smiling in a way that makes his heart pang with disappointment. It’s a blissful agony, this pain that comes more often than it goes, and all he could do was bear the gnawing at his soul, hoping that he wouldn’t crack.

“You okay, Steven?” your honeyed voice lures him out of musings, and he stutters out a breath when you smooth your hands over his blazer.

“Y-Yeah,” he murmurs feebly. “I’m okay, just… nervous, I think. Haven’t gone on a date in a while, and I’m afraid I’ll screw things up.”

It isn’t a total lie that Steven tells you, but rather half the truth. Yes, he’s a little anxious about tonight, but most of his jitteriness is because of all these sudden thoughts he has of you. It’s as if your touch alone has brought back the sensations he has suppressed over the years. He tries to push them to the back of his head, ignoring how his heart is longing for you and only you.

It’s easier said than done.

“No, don’t say that. You’re not going to mess this up. Wanna know how I’m sure of that?” For a beat, you step aside to wet your hands at the sink behind him, returning to stand in front of him soon after to style his unruly dark curls. “Because you’re you, Steven. You’re the sweetest, smartest, and kindest man I’ve ever met. I don’t doubt for even a second that you’ll charm the hell out of Dylan so much; she’s going to want a second date right after tonight.”

Grinning, you slowly urge Steven to turn around so he can look at himself in the mirror. “That guy right there? He’s one of a kind. Every man and woman on this planet would be begging to have a chance with him, and I really hope you can see that.”

Biting the inside of his cheek, he stops himself from asking the question on the tip of his tongue.

What about you? Would you be begging for a chance to be with him too?

“Thank you,” Steven ultimately sighs, his arms wrapping around you in a tight embrace. “I– uh, I truly appreciate your help.”

“Anytime, Steven,” you whisper, kissing him softly on the cheek. “I want you to find happiness and love out there. You deserve it more than anyone.”

He deserves it.

He knows he does.

He craves it more than anything— to be happy and to be loved.

Solely by you.

Steven fidgets with his hands, his gaze drifting to the leather shoes he wears. No, it can’t be you. It won’t be you. No matter how much he wants it to be you, he must fully accept that it would likely never happen.

And to do that, he needs to start here. Right now, as his dinner with Dylan fast approaches.

But there still lies a problem.

“You’re overthinking again,” comes your remark, brows knitting a frown seeing the tension marring his face. “Talk to me, Steven. What’s on your mind?”

“Do you honestly think that me being so… inexperienced is something that she won’t mind at all? I only ask because, well— I’ve never even kissed anyone in almost… hell, I lost count of how long it’s been. Wait— should I kiss her at the end of the night?”

An interval of silence passes by before you reply to his query. “No, I don’t believe she won’t mind that. And to answer your other question, if the moment is right, go for it. But if not, or maybe you’re not comfortable enough, then don’t.”

“But what if it does feel right? What if she expects me to kiss her? I’m a little out of practice here and—”

“Then kiss me.”

Steven’s body freezes up. For a split second, he assumed that he had heard you wrong. That his brain was playing a cruel trick on him, making him hear words that were never actually spoken out loud. Words that he’d imagine leaving your lips one too many times.

But then you ask him once more— this instance slightly firmer yet still soft enough that the request could have been genuinely sincere in his ears.

“Kiss you? Wha— why for, darling?” His voice is trembling as he feigns strict reluctance, silently hoping you don’t take it as an offense.

“You say you’re out of practice, so let’s fix that. We have like what— ten minutes before you have to leave? If it does come down to kissing Dylan at some point tonight, then I want you to be somewhat prepared. That’s if you don’t mind, of course.”

In any other circumstance, Steven would have kissed you in a heartbeat. If only you gave him a chance.

A real chance, and not this.

It takes Steven every ounce of strength in his body to maintain his composure. He blinks a few times, standing there unmoved like a deer caught in headlights. Then, there’s a hand on his shoulder— your hand— and he notices how there’s suddenly barely any space between you and him.

“Kiss me, and I’ll tell you if there’s anything you need to work on.”

Swallowing thickly, Steven stammers out your name, his face flushing with heat. “No-no, we don’t have to. It’s totally fine, dear. I-I can manage on my own, I think.”

“Oh, come on,” you grouse. “Steven, you trust me, right?”

He nods his head in response.

“Then let me help you with this. Just look at this as a trial run. You kiss me, have a feel for what it’s like again since it’s been so long for you. When it comes time to kiss Dylan, whether that’d be tonight or hopefully on a different day, you won’t get as highly strung about it.”

Time’s ticking, and Steven’s deliberating your suggestion as if it were a life-or-death decision. This isn’t a good idea. How on earth could this quell the storm of feelings he has for you? Kissing you is both everything he ever wanted and the worst thing that could happen at that moment. He’s tempted and afraid simultaneously, and he can’t focus on what his logical self is trying to say.

Do it.

Don’t do it. Are you mad?

Do it, and you won’t have to panic if the opportunity presents itself.

Don’t do it. You’ll end up suffering at the fact that you’ll never get to kiss—

Do it, or it will be your biggest regret and—

Don’t do it. Don’t do it. Don’t— do it. Just do it.

Just this once, do it.

“Never mind, it’s okay if you don’t—”

Whatever words you had to say are stolen away from your mouth as Steven claims it with his. Eyes shut tight with his hands clasped on your shoulders, the kiss is slow and hesitant, barely skimming the surface of your lips. His angle as he kisses you is off; his neck is craned in an odd position that a kink begins to form. That, plus he’s quickly running out of air, becoming mildly lightheaded as he forgets one of the most important things there is in kissing— and that is to breathe.

But how could Steven remember how to when he’s kissing you?

“Steven,” you mumble against his lips, and he forcibly pulls himself away.

“Oh, dear god, that was awful for you, wasn’t it? I-I’m sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable in any way. Can we please forget—”

“Wait, no, it’s not that, Steven,” you express. “It wasn’t awful. I thought the kiss was nice, actually. Trust me, I’ve had worse kisses than that. Yours isn’t as bad as you think.”

That makes him smile. “I— uh, thank you. You saying that means a lot, really. Kind of reassuring, too. But, erm… what advice could you give me to, umm, be better at it?”

“Well, first thing’s first, I need you to relax a little more. I could feel how tense your body was while we were kissing.”

“Relax more, got it,” Steven agrees, writing a mental note as he steadies his rapidly beating heart. “What else?”

“Hmm… it’s much better if I show you, honestly. May I?”

Your fingers delicately reach for his hand resting on his side as he gives you a “yes” in a hushed tone. Smiling softly, you bring it to your face, pressing his palm against your warm cheek. “Hold me like this, okay?”

“Okay,” Steven sighs, waiting patiently for the following instruction.

“When you’re going in for the kiss, tilt your head a bit… a little more, yup, that’s it. Then, slowly lean in—”

Fluttering his eyes closed, his lips a hair’s breadth from yours now, breaths mingling together as your gentle voice guides him on what to do next.

“This is the part where you let instincts take over. Do whatever feels right. Just relax, and don’t forget to breathe through your nose. I’ll lead, and you follow. If you want to stop, and you can if you have to, then go ahead. Are you ready?”

“Ready,” Steven confirms, voice barely above a whisper.

And he waits. He waits, and he waits until finally, he senses you leaning in to close the tiniest gap, your plush lips pressing against his. Then, Steven’s kissing you again— this time, it’s much sweeter, more tender. More like how he pictured it would be. Your hand holds him by the back of his neck, pulling him in impossibly closer. Your noses brush against each other, and he swears he could feel you smiling into the kiss.

Eventually, your lips start to move against him. Slow at first, as if testing the waters. I’ll lead, and you follow, Steven hears your words echoing from earlier, and he does as he’s told. His lips mold into yours, and he moves in sync with them as much as he can while inhaling softly through the kiss.

Breathe. Don’t forget to breathe.

But, oh, how you smell so lovely. So sweet and so divine.

Steven would remain this way forever…

If only he could. If only he wasn’t so afraid.

He commits this all to memory; the softness of your lips, the gentleness of your touch, the small gasps escaping the back of your throat. Things that Steven would probably not experience again with you. Not when any of this isn’t truly real.

But, for now, he allows himself to melt under your touch. Letting every square inch of his body dissolve into yours as he pretends that you’re his, even if it’s only for the shortest time.

Because at least he’ll have this— the idea of what could be.

The idea of the paradise he’d wished for each night.

When you part minutes after, Steven’s out of breath, and so are you. He feels you slipping away from him, and it’s like he’s about to wake up from a dream. But as his eyes blink open, he meets your tender gaze and the smile playing on your slightly swollen lips.

You’re real; this is real. He had just kissed you, over and over again— and it had all happened in reality, not in the confines of his mind.

“H-How was that?” He breaks the calm stillness of the room.

Your smile only grows. “It’s perfect, Steven. That was… perfect.”

“Good,” he murmurs proudly. “That’s good to know. Thank you.”

“As I said before, Dylan’s one lucky gal.”

Dylan. Steven’s heart sinks at the name.

“Yeah, I guess so,” he says, shoulders slumping as he hides the brokenness of his tone. “I… uh. I should better get going now. I was thinking of buying her some flowers and chocolates to surprise her.”

“Smart move, Steven Grant,” you comment, patting him softly on his chest. “She’s going to love that, I’m sure of it.”

The next couple of minutes is almost a blur to Steven. He doesn’t recall saying much as you gave his hair and outfit one last check before he escorted you out of his flat and down to yours. With a kiss on the cheek and a final bid of good luck, you close the door when he starts ambling to the elevator at the end of the hall.

As Steven waits for the lift to arrive, the warmth of your lips remains lingering on his, his entire body still buzzing with electricity.

But now he’s left uncertain whether he regrets kissing you or not. It felt wrong. Something in Steven felt like what he had done was wrong. That he should have never let it happen, that he should have never let it get that far.

You would have understood if he had declined your help, but he didn’t. He didn’t say no, and he kissed you.

To you, that kiss meant nothing.

But to Steven, it meant everything.

Surely, his life can’t get more fucked up than this, right?

- ☾-

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Can you do some headcanons of Chishiya, Arisu, and Kaino with an s/o who was a famous singer before they cane to the Borderland? I haven't seen any ideas of this yet and it sounds so interesting to me lolol

‧₊˚✩ chishiya, arisu, and kuina reaction - their s/o is a famous singer

warnings: slightly ooc chishiya, pre-borderland au, i've never actually been to a concert before so maybe this is a bad depiction of how they work lmao

a/n: i'm assuming you meant kuina thank you for requesting !! i actually don't write headcannons (i don't really know how to ?? if that makes sense) so i made this a reaction instead. this idea was really cool, i hope you like it :))

gn reader (they/them pronouns)

‧₊˚✩ chishiya - someone recognizes you in public

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“y/n?” you freeze a little when someone calls out your name. next to you chishiya grabs your hand, already scanning the restaurant for a quick exit. a young girl walks over, nervously holding her phone in her hands as she bows. “i’m a big fan.”

“hi,” you smile.

“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to intrude, i just wanted to say hi,” she smiles. “your music means a lot to me. it’s really helped me though a lot of tough times, so i wanted to thank you.”

“oh, thank you so much,” you smile. chishiya keeps a careful watch on you as you step forwards to let the girl hesitantly hug you. the blush on her face makes you chuckle. “i’m glad my work has been able to help you so much.”

she smiles, pulling out a piece of paper and a pen. “i know we can’t take a picture, but can i have your autograph?”

“of course!” you quickly scribble down your name onto the paper before handing it back to her.

“thank you so much,” she bows again. “it was great meeting you!”

“you too,” you smile.

chishiya gently squeezes your hand from across the table. he chuckles when you look back up at him. “that went really well.”

“it did! i wasn’t expecting anyone to recognize me.”

“you should get used to it,” he laughs. “you can only grow from here.”

‧₊˚✩ arisu - he brings chota and karube backstage

word count 329 got a little carried away lmao i wish we had more chota and karube :(( also THIS IS THE PERFECT GIF OMG SKNELKNS

“i still can’t believe you got us backstage passes,” chota chuckles, pulling at the lanyard around his neck so the v.i.p. pass faces outwards.

“it wasn’t too difficult,” arisu says, following the security guard to your dressing room.

“wasn’t too difficult?” karube scoffs. “dude, y/n’s one of the most popular acts in japan right now! do you know how expensive tickets are?”

arisu laughs, leaning back against the wall as he waits for you. he can feel the bass from the speakers rattle against his chest. the feeling is exhilarating.

“thank you so much for tonight,” your voice is clear through the microphone. he can hear fans cheering, even from backstage. “i love you all!”

“ah, i’m nervous,” chota says, standing closer to karube. “i’ve never been so close to a celebrity before.”

“don’t be,” arisu pats his shoulder. “just act natural, they’ll love you.”

despite the reassurance, arisu can feel chota tensing as soon as you make your way backstage. “arisu!” you smile when you see him, rushing over to where he stands. he’s quick to wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you into a tight hug. “it’s so good to see you.”

arisu presses a kiss against your forehead, wrapping an arm around your waist before turning back to chota and karube. he laughs as they stare at him in shock. “y/n, this is karube, and chota,” he says, gesturing to each man. “guys, this is my partner, y/n.”

karube is the first to react, giving a respectful bow before holding his hand out. “karube daikichi,” he smiles. “it’s nice to meet you.”

you take his hand, nodding. chota is quick to follow, greeting you despite the blush on his cheeks. “chota segawa.”

“i’ve heard so much about you guys, it’s great to finally meet you!” arisu presses a kiss against your temple, unable to hide his excitement as he watches the love of his life interacting with his best friends.

‧₊˚✩ kuina - she surprises you at a concert

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kuina jumps in her seat, watching you on the big screen. you look around the crowd in awe, scanning through the thousands of people who were willing to pay money to see you. kuina jumps even more when you spot her in the crowd. you laugh into the mic, kneeling down to your knees.

the camera pans over to her, now showing her on the big screen instead of you. she covers her face, a little embarrassed. you laugh even harder when you turn around and notice the dark blush on her cheeks. “my girlfriend is here,” you say into the microphone. “hi darling.” kuina waves her hand over her head, smiling. “can i bring her on stage?”

you look over at the crew, kneeling down to the edge. one of the security guards makes his way over to kuina, gesturing for her to step out of the crowd and move closer to the edge. you set your microphone aside, reaching your hand down to help her up onto the stage. her blush deepens when you wrap your arms around her waist, pulling her to the center. “thank you for coming,” you whisper into her neck. she wraps her arms around your neck, pressing a kiss against your cheek.

“i wouldn’t miss this for the world.”

you smile, pulling back to pull her into a sweet kiss. “i love you.”

“i love you too.”

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sanjisblackasswife · 1 year

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“Reunion” Sanji x Black Fem Reader (NSFW/FLUFF) Sanji POV

Word Count: 2.8k (Thank u Kazu for telling me how to figure this out lolol)

Bad Summary: After 2 years of being away, you both needed to show each other how much you missed being in the presence of your love for one another.

CW: Soft Dom! Sanji, Needy!Sanji, Eye Contact, Deep Throating, Soft Sex, Kissing, Oral Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Tongue Sucking, Cuming untouched, L Bombs, Talks of Pregnancy/Marriage, not proof read.

I enjoyed writing in Sanji’s POV so I’ll be switching from him to 3rd in this. Also I may reference a little bit from “Lady K and the Sick Man”💀

Sanji POV-

2 long years. After 2 long years I got to see her again. I almost didn’t recognize her. I couldn’t move when I seen her on the Thousand Sunny yet I wanted nothing more than to run and hold her, kiss her, smell her I didn’t care I needed to be in her presence again.

All I did was think about her. I thought about her laugh, her jokes, her beautiful eyes that never seemed to stop having that glint when she smiled, her scent I couldn’t get enough of, the way how she fought beside me numerous of times, her soft hands caressing my face after I made love to her, how she always held me in her beautiful breast almost all night playing in my hair, her hot breath hitting my neck frantically as she never let go of me as she was cumming, crying my name over and over again, how her dull nails dug into my back always managing to leave scars,—fuck.

The long nights I had thinking about her were finally over. I missed her touch, I got strong for myself, my crew, and her of course. I wanted to make sure this new go round I keep her as safe as possible. I can’t lose her again. I won’t lose her again.

It’s been so long.

I was told she was in her room, —-dammit I just missed her. I wasn’t sure why but butterflies hit the bottom of my stomach as I went to look for her. I only saw a glimpse of her but I couldn’t believe how much she’s grown, SHE LOOKED SO HOT!

HER TITS WERE LIKE BEAUTIFUL SWEET CARAMEL MARSHMALLOWS

Is that a thing?

HER BUTT WAS A PERFECT 10–SO SOFT AND JIGGLY LIKE A CHEESECAKE

HER BEAUTIFUL SKIN THAT WAS KISSED PERSONALLY BY THE SUN REMINDING ME OF A WARM SUNET IN WHICH IF I STARED TOO LONG I COULD POSSIBLY BE BLINDED BY IT.

I MISSED THIS WOMAN SO MUCH!

Wait no.

I have to relax.

But I cant—

After everybody had set sail after saying their hellos again Sanji went to go look for you. His mind was going a mile a minute thinking about you once more, he actually felt a cold sweat come along causing him to undo his tie a bit.

There she is.

Her door.

My hands were shaking frantically. I knocked on the door and heard a faint “yes?”. I could recognize that beautiful voice anywhere.

“It’s uh…it’s me, Sanji.” I didn’t get a response for a few seconds, I heard her feet approach closer and closer to the door until…

“Hey.”

“Y/n…”

Her smile was just as breath taking as when I last seen it, she always managed to do it with her eyes too, I could have sworn time froze when she opened the door.

I missed her, so much.

She quickly wrapped her arms around my neck, fuck she smelled even better than I remembered too. Her body was so soft, her touch was so delicate I just couldn’t get enough.

“Long time no see, Ji.”

I chuckled with her at the nickname she gave me that she seemed to never let go of. It was more than fine though, because it was her saying it.

“You busy? Can we talk?” She pulled away searching my face while cupping my cheeks. I agreed to speak with her of course, I knew the privacy wouldn’t last too long because I had to start the feast soon.

We sat on the edge of her bed, and okay to be honest I couldn’t stop looking at her ass. She looked too damn good. I really tried my hardest not to pass out but from seeing Robin and Nami and more importantly Y/N I don’t think my heart can take all this!

We talked of course, losing track of time once again. I was laid on my back on her bed as she sat up beside me on her elbow playing with my tie. It was almost like we never left I couldn’t stop staring at her stunning gaze.

“When we Land to the new island I wanna show you my new movesssss. I. Y/N. Have gotten quieter stronger.”

“You have! You can show me whatever you like! You look amazing too, my love!”

She laughed hovering over my face, her lips just grazing mine, I started to feel hot again and she smirked noticing and took my cigarette out of my mouth to kiss me finally. She pulled back slowly giggling at me because I didn’t want it to end. AND I DID NOT HER LIPS TASTED SO SWEET AND WAS SO SOFT LIKE A CLOUD—

“I’m surprised you haven’t climbed on top of me already. Did you also learn self control, Ji?” Y/n teased, handing me back my cigarette as I sucked my bottom lip still looking at hers.

“Maybe…”

“Well…” She huffed and got on top of me, oh fuck I missed being under her. “I didn’t practice that much of self control to be honest…and if you want me to be blunt…IIIIIIII kinda been a bit antsy since I seen you arrive…so I ran to my room to calm down a bit.”

“Oh?—don’t Tell me My darling got…flustered?! Because of me?!”

“Shut up.” She chuckled holding her face with one hand, “Maybe…you’re all grown up now…’n stuff and…you look really good…or whatever.”

She was so cute like this. She always had a cute pout. I smile and rub my hands up her waist and thighs. She was wearing this pretty dress that exposed the sides of her thick thighs. Y/N was always so sensitive when I did that and it showed seeing how she jumped when I did it.

As well as her breast.

“I missed you a lot , Y/N… you know many times I—-“

“I know…I did too…I couldn’t help myself I thought about you almost every. Single. Night. Unfortunately—-” Her hands roamed my chest as she started to lower herself back over my face, “….my fingers can never compare to your pretty lips…or something else, but…I don’t wanna get too vulgar.”

I felt my cheeks blush, the thought of her touching herself, thinking of me I—-

Ok i got hard.

You felt the bulge of Sanji’s pants grow below you, pressing so sweet against your clothed cunt and you bit your lip in satisfaction. As much as you wanted to wait until later tonight when everybody was asleep, Sanji just was too predictable and looked way too good.

“Sanji….why don’t you show me how much you missed me…”

“Y/n…”

Her minty breath overcrowded mine somehow, I honestly been aching to fuck her since she opened the door, but I wanted our “makeup” sex to be special. Not just a quickie. She must have seen the conflict in my eyes and kissed me again. It was almost as if her lips washed away any form of concern I had and so I pulled her close to my chest squeezing the fatty mounds of her ass with both hands. My grip was firm making her to gasp and I used the opportunity to swirl my tongue in her mouth.

I felt some spit fall in between our kissing, but I didn’t care how sloppy it was it just made me more turned on to see her again. I couldn’t wait, I muttered a curse under my breath and sat up. Our lips never separated, I was hungry. She was hungrier and we both knew what could satisfy us.

“Get up and Take this off.” Y/N heavily breathed out tugging my pants. I don’t know why or what it was but she loved watching me unbuckle my slacks in front of her. Her eyes looked so full of lust and desire I couldn’t say no. I did. As told and her mouth was agape seeing me pull out my cock from my boxers the entire time—-she was so sexy like this.

She pushed me back a little and got on her knees. We always bickered about who will go down on who first, but right now I didn’t really give a damn she looked so needy on her knees stripping off all her clothing but her panties.

Her pretty doe eyes look up at me as she licks my balls to my cock, her fucking tongue was a weapon of itself I have no idea how the hell she learned these moves considering I was the one to take her virginity. Her eyes rolled back into her head moaning on my cock as it slid further down her wet mouth. I gripped her hair trying not to pull it, but she was making me damn near dizzy and —-

“Fuck! Y/n! Ah!” I moaned out, I came way too fast and she didn’t let up sucking me through my orgasm. I knew we would get so many weird looks when we came out to the crew but I couldn’t care less I had a beautiful woman begging with her lips to suck my dick after being around nothing but men for 2 years I DESERVE THIS.

The pain of overstimulation had my mind already numb, I pushed her closer to my groin, I felt the back of her throat pulsating on the tip and a few inches of shaft. Her nails clawed at my thighs as she dragged out a hum from her throat vibrating on my cock making me roll my eyes back moaning out her name. I didn’t give a fuck if anybody hears I hope that dumbass Moss head does and get jealous.

It didn’t take long for me to spray her pretty throat with my seed again, she always begged for me to cum in her mouth, and at first I didn’t really find it appealing to do so, but fuck that I let her pull away for a second and held her head with one hand seeing drips of my cum fall down the sides of her wet cheeks.

“‘S good?” She sighed scooping some of the cum from her lips and sucked on her finger moaning.

“Stand up.” Sanji commanded, you did as told immediately hearing the rasp in his voice, he kissed your lips making sure he tasted himself and your saliva combined. The taste was bitter, but addicting nonetheless. Sanji kept kissing until he pushed you on the wall to slide off the rest of your thin panties away swiftly and slid his fingers in your cunt. Slightly amazed at how wet you’ve gotten from deep throating him. He groaned at the slimy feel of your warm insides.

“Fuck I missed you—don’t leave me again okay?” I didn’t care how needy I sounded, y/n had to know how I felt. How much she meant to me. I couldn’t wait to taste her again. She was always my favorite sweet, I got on my knees. She blushed looking so embarrassed. I loved having to look up at my Princess.

“Hey. Look at me.” I softened my voice, “I have to see your face, baby. Remind me how you look when you cum—“

I didn’t give her anytime to reply I pryed her legs apart and placed her free hand in my hair before I opened her pretty pussy apart and sucked on her clit. I fucking needed this so bad. Her slit was so wet and so ready for me I grabbed her ass against and pushed her pelvis into my face completely.

“Oh Sanji!” Her moans were like a melody, I felt my cock twitch at every cry she did for me and to think I’m the one causing her to feel this good made me groan inside her I could almost feel myself getting ready to cum right with her.

“I missed this pussy so much…” I mumbled with her clit in between my lips tugging it a little and sucking carefully. I had a deeper craving so I threw her thigh on my shoulder and tongue fucked her mercilessly.

“I’m so close! Sanji—pleaseee ah!” She swayed her hips to the rhythm of my tongue . I felt my orgasm approach too.

“Cum—cum in my mouth..”

Just like the good girl she was she even squirted a little too, she tasted perfect. I felt myself leak and make a mess of the floor, but hopefully she didn’t mind it.

She began to shake in the legs, I didn’t mind I would catch her if she tried to fall anyways, picking her up I started marking her neck while moving her to the bed. I was overwhelmed with ideas; doggy style? Sideways? Matting press? I couldn’t think as I toyed with her slit with my fingers and sucked and licked her neck.

“Sanji…please..put it in…”

No time to really think if my Princess wanted my cock right then and there I just rose up a bit and slid myself right in. Words cannot explain how incredible she felt. It didn’t compare to any toy I got or my fist AT ALL.

She cockwarmed me for a moment. I Just couldn’t get myself to move. I knew if I did I’d probably end up cumming again. But my Princess was impatient feeling herself move her hips on her own so greedily causing me to fall all my weight on top of her giving her neck weak kitten licks.

“Baby w-wait wait I—“

“Please Sanji…ah! I need it! I need you!”

I couldn’t be so rude as to ignore my sweetheart’s wishes. I was still so Sensitive from already cumming 3 times, but I didn’t care she had to be taken care of.

“F-fffuck!” I strained out my mouth setting the pace of my strokes. My hips were stuttering against hers and I was too focused of fixing my thrust she grabbed my face to kiss me oh so passionately.

“You feel so good, Sanji….” Her soft words made me slow down and grab her body tightly against mine. She curled her legs around my waist not wanting to let go of my lips, moaning and crying out. She was so tight my mind was in a blur, we kept panting in between kisses to breath. We couldn’t be more closer and I loved it. Maybe it was because it’s been so long or maybe it was because I was too drunk off her amazing pussy to realize but she had already just came on my cock and I was still pumping her full.

“Sanji!”

She repeated my name in broken syllables with each drag of my cock as I went faster. I felt myself about to cum, I wasn’t sure why but I moved off her lips and rose up to grab her headboard. I saw the slightly excitement in her eyes as I pushed back her legs further, she held them tightly. I glanced at her glistening pussy spasming and clenching around me almost as if she is trying to keep my cum inside her. At this point I wouldn’t mind.

Seeing her pregnant with my seed growing inside her make my heart flutter but it also made my cock harder.

I began to snap my hips harshly against her ass not missing a beat, the grip I had on her bed caused it to bang loudly against the wood wall. I knew at least one person could hear us from outside I didn’t care I just wanted to see her cum on me again. Her breast were bouncing against her thighs, her eyes were rolled back, drool was falling from the side of her mouth.

Fuck I can cum just by looking at her face.

Y/N started to bite her own arm, which made me know she was about to cum. It’s so cute how she bites so much when she is so close. I slowed down just enough to kiss her. She loved kissing as she was reaching her high too. I massaged and pinched her sensitive nipples while she cried out. Feeling her twitch all over me made me cry out too. I never had a better orgasm before in my entire life.

Maybe that 2 year break was needed because that was probably the best sex I’ve ever had with her.

Once we settled down she started to let out airy laughs looking at my sweaty pink face peppering me in kisses.

“You good, baby?”

This girl’s voice is ganna drive me insane.

“I’m amazing. You’re amazing!” I melted in her touch before she buried me in her soft rounded chest. I couldn’t help myself I did latch onto her nipple sucking it a bit as she massaged my sweaty hair.

“Mmmm.” She sighed pecking me pushing me in closer, after a few seconds i let her nipple slip out of my lips and kissed my way up to hers.

“I know you Gatta get up in a second, but I’m glad to be with you again…I love you, baby.” She wiped my wet cheeks.

“I am too…I love you more, my love.”

I was going to get up, but just a few more minutes of being in her embrace …

It felt like home again being in her arms.

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cha1cedony · 19 days

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I think part of the reason Gothcleats has literally like consumed my mind since becoming canon is because I think about the Wilsons in the context of marriage/romantic relationships SO much?? Like. Being aro, I normally don’t like analyzing characters through the lens of romance and how they function with crushes or in relationships… It’s just not that interesting to me, and I don’t like basing a character’s personality or worth on their romantic (or sexual) dynamics with other characters. BUT THE WILSONS? OH BOY.

Ramble under the cut bc this got way too long

ALSO!!! Warning for discussions of sex! Not very in-depth. (It’s mostly just about Grant and Marco hooking up on the Titanic lol)

Anyway!

So so so much of the Wilsons’ identities in canon (and also to an even further extent in my fics/headcanons/mind hehe) are based on their marriages and immediate nuclear families. For Darryl, his entire life WAS his family. As far as we know, the same was the case for Frank, and even Robert Wilson was pretty much always talking about his gal Sal iirc. Like obviously bc this podcast is about family, BUT as your resident Wilsons expert (lmao), I want to put forth that the Wilsons in particular are about marriage!

I think the best example of this, actually, is in S2 when (on the night before Grant’s WEDDING), Darryl is talking to Grant about marriage and says that he and Grant both know that Carol and Marco respectively are too good for them. Which like. is also one of the most loaded and important statements to me in this whole goddamned podcast (and probably THE most important for the Wilsons) for many reasons. but I digress lolol

For Darryl and Grant both, there’s a perceived power imbalance in their marriages: not in an abusive way or anything, but rather as like… a measure of self-worth? For better or worse, their self-esteem and sense of self-worth are dependent on the people close to them, especially their romantic partners.

Darryl is constantly comparing himself to his father (as is Grant), but not just as a father—as a husband, too. Darryl tells Frank that he wishes he had the kind of relationship with Carol that Frank had with Darryl’s mom (which is. doubly ironic and sad bc Darryl’s mom was cheating on Frank, and he almost cheated on her, too. but I digress again oops)

But he compares himself to Carol, too, thinking she’s smarter and ‘better’ than him, and Grant especially compares himself a LOT to Marco, saying that Lincoln would be better off with Marco as a single dad and that Marco is ‘better’ than him in general. I find this extra interesting bc Frank does NOT do the same with Darryl’s mom; in fact, he (albeit light-heartedly) says she’s worse than him for having cheated—I don’t have transcripts in front of me, but something along the lines of “If you think that’s bad…”

And that’s why I think the best (and honestly only) way to really examine the Wilsons as characters/people is through the lens of their marriages.

So much of Darryl’s character especially is based solely on Carol. He’s been with her since she was 13-14 and he was 14-15, and so much of his personality and life is entirely formed around her. She’s his best friend. When he gets the idea that she might be cheating on him, or dead (as a mummy), he loses himself because, like. What else is he if not Carol’s best friend, her husband, the father of her son? Almost any time Darryl has any character development (that isn’t related to his dad or son), it’s about his romantic and sexual relationships and feelings: with Carol, with Sweet Matilda, with the fucking sex pit! Lmao

And he and Carol NOT divorcing after S1 is honestly the only thing that makes sense to me; what else would he do? Even if they never manage to fix it all, what else does he have? (The answer is all of his family and newfound friends, but he can’t see it that way; his self-worth centers around HER, remember; she’s BETTER than him.) So they stay together, and he dies believing she still loves him and will be happy to be unchangingly domestic him with him all over again in heaven, whether it’s true or not. Until then, he lives with a facade of her and their son (btw the fake personal heaven Grant is a kid, so Darryl is presumably reliving his life before the events of S1 without changing anything which… is sad for a whole other set of reasons) because Darryl can’t be alone; what is he alone? ALSO. Okay actually no. I won’t get on my aromantic Darryl soapbox right now, but….. expect it at a later date lol. This part got kinda rambly/headcanon-y oops.

A lot of Grant’s character is ABOUT his romantic feelings/relationships; he’s pretty much inextricable from them. His crush on Yeet was originally his whole character (aside from aloof gamer kid lol): Shy, easily embarrassed, extremely obvious about his crush, trying to impress this cute and cool guy. And then, by the time of the Supper Bowl arc, after the chimera and everything else, he becomes more complex, of course, but those feelings are still at the center of everything—because they’re his escape.

He tells Yeet the TWO things that make him feel alive are violence (whether done TO him or BY him) and his crush on Yeet. Grant’s romantic feelings become linked and equated with violence and rage (which. makes me feel crazy btw but anyway. Sorry I love Grant beyond words) and are the only temporary cures for his dissociation.

So when Grant is an adult, of course he relies on romance and sex like a crutch; it makes him feel safe and real, and it’s an intersection of love and violence that makes him feel at peace.

I know it’s a funny moment, but this always makes me think of him and Marco hooking up on the Titanic: Grant believes wholeheartedly that they are both going to die and that there’s nothing he can do about it (or maybe he just doesn’t even want to try to save them). When Marco finds out what’s happening and sort of scolds Grant for it, Grant is embarrassed and says it’s because he’s just “having so many feelings” (probably not exact words), which is also interesting because that’s pretty much the opposite of his original problem of dissociating.

But, between being overwhelmed and dissociative, at its core, the same root feeling is there: hopelessness and helplessness. Also, in his second conversation with Lincoln is S2, Grant says that violence and killing help with his self-worth, also (which ties back to what I said earlier about the connection between the Wilsons’ self-worth and their marriages). When Grant kills someone, all of his doubts disappear and “it all goes white.” If we’re looking at this through the lens that Grant equates violence and love/sex, it must give him that same feeling of… blissful ignorance? Emptiness.

This leads me to believe Grant copes with feelings of hopelessness and self-doubt not just through killing, but through romance and sex, too—like we see on the Titanic (lol)

There’s a lot more speculation I could do about both Darryl and Grant (and Frank, and even all their spouses), but I’m trying to leave it to at least canon-adjacent stuff. Anyway, let me finally circle this all back around to Lincoln lol…

It’s clear that Lincoln thinks romantic relationships are very important. He thinks marriage is beautiful (and, based on his dads’ marriage, that all marriages are good and happy lol—which is especially funny/interesting to me when you consider the several times it’s been said that something Lincoln did/does is the only thing holding their marriage together, and he’s the whole reason Grant didn’t call off the wedding in the first place). His dads have spent a lot of time educating him about love and sex and personal choice in both of those categories, which he references a few times, but, despite their emphasis on personal choice and not raising him Catholic but encouraging him to believe whatever he wants, Lincoln, at 16, is SURE that he will get married someday (and probably young, since he said to Normal that a few years is a long time to wait lol). The Wilsons’ generational insistence on marriage, romantic relationships, and nuclear families persists regardless of Catholicism, it seems :’)

Lincoln’s marriage to Chris in the simulation was also clearly really important to him—and to Chris, too, since they asked him never to remarry. I know the cast joked about this, but it does make me a little sad that Lincoln’s relationship with Chris seemed to be a lot like Darryl’s with Carol! Granted, we only know a like two things about Chris lol… also, I LIKE Chris and Carol! A lot! No hate to either of them <3 but also, that doesn’t mean those relationships aren’t strained, you know?

Anyway! A lot of Lincoln’s character can of course be attributed to his dads’ marriage, like I said before, but his marriage in the simulation was pretty big, too. Although he doesn’t talk about it a lot, it must have matured him, at least on the inside. He later references the job he had in the simulation, as well as being a dad. When he marries the other teens in space, he still thinks of Chris and what they would think. Once again, like Darryl and Grant, a lot of Lincoln’s decisions and beliefs are tied to his spouse—even if they’re not there or were never even real to begin with. Even once he’s married to the other teens, he takes it VERY seriously with pet names and domesticities.

All of this to say, it makes me wonder about his marriage to Scary in relation to his characterization as an adult! I’m not speculating that their relationship is bad or anything; I don’t want it to be and in fact VERY MUCH hope they’ve broken cycles. I just wonder how it affects him as a character (and Scary, too, of course)!

I was really excited when Gothcleats became canon not just because I shipped them, but mostly because I think the Wilsons are most interesting when looked at through their marriages. Lincoln has always put a really strong emphasis on marriage, and all of his pet names and PDA with Scary in the S2 epilogue confirmed to me that they take after the previous Wilson generations in GOOD ways, which makes me really happy.

I guess the main question I’m getting at is about how Lincoln perceives himself in this relationship. In the years soon after the end of S2, does he still feel that same emptiness and feeling of “not caring”? Does he try to cure it in the same way as his father, making “it all go white” with violence or sex or getting someone else to hold him together, or his grandfather, suppressing his depression and trying to will it away with love and close/‘happy’ romantic relationships? Does he find any of those things in Scary? Does he see himself as her equal, or does he feel inferior, like she’s smarter or more capable or ‘better’ than him? He did say multiple times in S2 that she’s the leader, she’s the one who knows what she’s doing, and he just wants to follow along because he doesn’t care anymore.

I hope not. I hope Lincoln and Scary are really happy together. I hope their self-worth is not determined by their partner. I guess that’s all this ramble is :’)

OKAY WHEW. I’m done. That was fun :D

Thanks for subjecting yourself to my ramblings omfg… please send me all of your Wilsons thoughts always. I’ve been wanting to write a long thing about this FOREVER… The aro Darryl fic(s) will come eventually. Also one about Grant coping (badly lol) with sex, which has been in the works forever bc I am bad at NSFW. But it’s fun. Uhhh I guess that’s all?

OH ALSO. If you want to read more of my post-canon Gothcleats thoughts, I published a 15k fic the other day about Jerry being their foster kid! Here you go :3

Hit the Ground Running - chalcedony

(It’s very fluffy and sweet—which is rare for me, but I promise I’m not lying! It’s silly and fun. And I do not speculate too much about Lincoln’s inner turmoil, I pinky promise)

If you read this all. Um…. Sorry? LMAO. Here is a gold star for you ⭐️

#should I maintag this monstrosity..#sure why not. there’s some decent Grant meta in there if you squint #LMAOO #dndads #dungeons and daddies #darryl wilson #grant wilson #lincoln li wilson #okay that’s good enough.. 😰#chalcy stuff #wilsons meta #<- I am gonna go back and tag all of my (more coherent) Wilsons ramblings with this hehe. organization wooo

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pro-mammonologist · 2 years

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More Mammon HCs

Sfw and Nsfw mixed together because they came straight from my notes lolol

Gender neutral

Mammon likes it when you tug his hair especially while you’re making out

Mammon loves head rubs, massages, anything like that P A M P E R H I M (he’ll pamper you too)

He gets turned on when you take initiative and show that you want him, he still can’t believe you actually like him

He gets super confident and open during sex but straight after he’s back to being like “are you sure you like me????” And you always tell him yes or even answer him before he asks

Will fuck the shit out of you if asked. Will let you fuck the shit out of him if asked.

Sitting together in silence just on your phones or watching something makes his heart go crazy

I feel like he loves to be spanked. Preferably by hand though because skin to skin hits different.

Likes to make you laugh all the time. His himbo comments in the game are mostly to make you giggle because he’s clearly a lot smarter than he lets on.

Make out sessions are constant and all the damn time. Literally just loves the intimacy of it especially with you.

Loves to get freaky but passionate sex with the two of you just fucking obsessed with each other goes crazy for him. Like he strikes me as a fan of mutual masturbation.

Is a bitch with pain unless it’s the fun kind. Struggles with his masochistic side because of trauma. (He’s not really that sadistic except some spanking and biting, pleasure dom ftw)

You know the “slutty little waist” thing? Yeah. He lowkey likes it when you tell him he has one like “oh you humans and your weird compliments… is it slutty???” leoskdiddk (cannot change my mind)

You know how you take on each other’s debt when you get married? When he finds out that’s a thing he becomes really scared to marry you but eventually tries to relieve some of his debt so you aren’t on the struggle bus with him

Compliments you a lot no matter who is on top while having sex. Like oh you’re tying him to a chair??? well you look amazing because of how powerful you are. oh but your face is getting pushed into the mattress?? well hot damn you look gorgeous when do vulnerable

When he finally gets comfy he will send videos/pics of him playing with himself and he will find ways to make it more than just regular dick pics like he will def make it so you can see him fully, he will slap his tip on the camera, show you his hole, etc etc

Buys overly expensive toys

Will buy those cuff bracelets that are trending like crazy because his brain goes “oh with these it looks like we are stuck together forever 👹👹👹”

When he learns the phrase “slut me out” it will be part of his regular vocab with you

(I post a shit ton y’all are gonna have to get used to it lolol)

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l3viat8an · 1 year

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Hello darling! How you feeling today?

As always remember to hydrate and eat something nice! *awkwardly hands you a boiled egg*

Have you done MC telling bro she's pregnant? Not septuplets but one baby for one boy separately. If not, could you? 🥺

Love you!

🐈‍⬛~

Hello sugar! I’m good, bit tired but I always am lol *takes the eggs and puts it in the fridge for later* and thanks for the snack! I actually haven’t done separate reactions yet sooo let’s do it!! CW: pregnant reader and the word ‘mom’ in Belphie’s

“I’m pregnant.”

Lucifer

Obviously the calmest one out of the bunch.

“I see. That’s…wonderful, darling.”

He still needs a minute, but he’s genuinely excited and pulls you in close hugging you and giving you a few a little kisses.

He sets up all your doctors appointments and make sure you never miss a single checkup. Even if you just want to stay home and sleep Lucifer is taking you.

Mammon

He passed out- I’m half kidding, but if he was standing up he falls on his ass. “Yer what?!”

He just stares at your belly for a few minutes thinking, “Ya mean we made a kid??” “Well, not a whole one yet…...” “But it’s in there??” “Yup!”

Mammon will turn into the ultimate househusband, constantly asking if you need anything and reminding you about doctors appointment. While setting up a nursery.

The first time he sees the baby in the ultrasound he cried-

Levi

He did pass out-

Wakes up and starts telling you about the weird dream he had and how you pranked him saying you’re pregnant, “Crazy right lolol” “Levi it wasn’t a dream.” “…………..” “Levi?!”

After he gets over the initial shock Levi’s excited, stressed out and worried!- but excited!

I saw this on YouTube- Levi will plan and make his kid nursery/room in Minecraft before starting the actual project, so he can make sure everything will work and looks good lol

Satan

“A baby?” “Yes.” “My baby?” “Yes.”

Stares at you like he can’t believe it at first. “My baby….love, I don’t know what to say.”

Immediately starts reading every book, ever written about parenthood and being a good father.

A bit lot overbearing, at first but just tell him to tone it down and he will.

Can’t stop smiling and showing everyone even Lucifer the first ultrasound!

Asmo

“Really?!” He’s hugging you so tight and giggling, “My sweetheart’s having my baby! What could be better?”

He’s so excited to set up the nursery and buy baby clothes. Soooo, so many baby clothes it doesn’t matter if you have a boy or a girl there are plenty of pink clothes so they can match!

Accompanies you on every, single, doctors visit from the very first one all the way to the last one.

And he has the first ultrasound framed and hanging on the wall in the nursery.

Beel

“We’re having a baby?” “Yes.” “I hope they have your eyes.”

Beel is another one who will pull you into a hug and he’s grinning ear to ear.

Beel’s honestly worried about the size of the baby and if it’s twins won’t that be harder on you?-

Just remind him that no matter what you have each other and he’ll relax.

Belphie

Pokes your stomach and says, “You better not steal my cuddles kid. Your mom was mine first.” you laugh a bit, “Belphie, it’s just cells right now. I don’t think it’s going to hear you…” “Fine. I’ll tell them when they’re born.” “Belphie!”

He’s actually really worried, but he’ll hide it.

Uses your pregnancy as an ‘excuse’ to constantly make you stop what you’re doing and lay down with him because you need more rest.

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whiskeynwriting · 1 year

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had a thought about mbfd series, and Dave coming over to find mc in her cheer uniform and it just gets him so riled up and feral

What a fantastic idea.

MBFD One-Shot: Roses Are Dead

Dave York x Female Reader

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Word Count: 9.5k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI)

Alcohol consumption, one instance of sexual assault (a kiss on the cheek and small grab), dirty talk, praise kink, daddy kink, spanking, degradation, oral sex (m and f receiving), brief female masturbation, mentions of male masturbation, dry humping, unprotected vaginal sex, established relationship, some reader descriptions

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A/N: Happy Valentine’s Day my babies <3 I hope you enjoy your V-Day getaway with Daddy Dave

Funny that this is a one-shot but it’s longer than some of the chapters. Just roll with it lolol

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Unfortunately, today isn’t as special as it is in the books, especially when it falls on a Tuesday. Nevertheless, you greet the day with a smile when you wake, happy to have a slow morning due to your afternoon shift. Just like any other morning, you open your blinds, squinting and yawning from the growing light. A few months ago, your first thoughts would consist of work, school, and cheer. But lately, it’s him, he’s the first thing in your head. The first thing when you wake, and the first thing when you go to bed.

When Dave isn’t in your bed, you find it hard to sleep. Lucky for you, he’s been in it quite often as of late. And no, not in that way. Well, not just in that way. He hasn’t gone back home since that night, the night he told the girls about his divorce from their mom. But he’s had some pretty early mornings lately. When he left today, it was about four-thirty, far too early for you to fully wake; but he still kissed your forehead before leaving. You’d like to spend the mornings with him, at least for a little bit before he leaves, but you understand.

The presence of David lives in your house even when he’s not physically here. His reading glasses are on your night stand, well, his nightstand - the one on his side of the bed. There’s a book he’s been reading on the surface, too, along with a cup of water he fills regularly before bed. Smiling, you sigh, already missing him. And in the spirit of longing for your boyfriend, you decide to find one of his shirts, slipping it on over your head.

His too-big t-shirt reaches your thighs as you walk through the hallway, finding the kitchen. You’d left it dirty last night, having cooked dinner but feeling a bit lazy afterwards. Today though, you find it clean. Smiling to yourself, you sigh, knowing it was Dave. He’s not exactly a clean freak, but he is definitely one organized man. Speaking of the devil…

Princess, your new nickname. It makes you feel so giddy and special, as silly as it may be. Besides, previous boyfriends never treated this day with any sort of sentiment, so something as simple as this really means a lot to you.

At the office, Dave chokes on his coffee. Jesus, it’s ten o’clock in the morning. Not that that really matters to either of you.

Before you can wait for his response, the doorbell rings. Whipping your head around, you frown, wondering who it could be. You didn’t order anything, and you’re not expecting anyone, either. After a moment, the person knocks on the door with their knuckles, you dash to your bedroom, grabbing a pair of sweats.

“Hello?” As soon as you’d shimmied them on, you opened the door, nervous to greet your guest. But it’s just a delivery man, one who reads off your name. “Yes?”

Your eyes then drop to what he’s holding, and you smile. “These are for you. Have a good day, ma’am.”

Lips parting in awe, you take them, watching the man walk away. Even when you close the door and sit back down at the kitchen counter, you still can’t believe it. Nobody’s ever sent you flowers before, and to say you feel special would be an understatement. You can easily spot the small card poking out between the flower petals, retrieving it gently before reading it. Folding it open, your eyebrows quirk in curiosity at the writing.

Roses are dead

Violets are blue

Those flowers were hers

But these ones are for you

And then, your phone is buzzing. Before you can even message him about this, he’s calling you.

“Hi, baby.”

Immediately, your voice fills his chest with a sense of contentment. He releases a quiet sigh, smiling on the other end of the line.

“Hi, princess. Did you get the flowers I sent you?”

“I did,” Giggling slightly, you turn, admiring them. “They’re so pretty, no one’s… ever done that for me… before.”

“You deserve it.” Even through the phone, his heart fills with pride. He wishes he could’ve seen your face when receiving them. “ I’d give you the world if I had it.”

“Yeah, right.”

“Yeah, right.” He emphasizes, making you grin.

A moment of silence passes, each of you feeling smitten all over again. Nibbling on your lower lip, you glance back down at the card laying on the countertop.

“Oh, I wanted to ask… what’s with the note? Like, what does it mean?”

“Read it to me.” Dave requests, grinning to himself. He wants to hear you say it.

“Roses are dead, violets are blue, those flowers were hers, but these ones are for you.”

“Every time I gave Carol flowers, they were roses.” His response is immediate, and it makes you freeze up. Why is he telling you that? And on today of all days?

The thought makes him sigh with disappointment, so much time wasted. But now, he has you. “It wouldn't sit right with me if I gave you something that only reminds me of her. So, I got you violets, your own type of flower.”

“David…” It leaves you speechless, the meaning behind this. You never would have expected that to be his answer. “That’s… wow.”

“I love you, honey.” Dave expresses, wanting so badly to have spent this morning with you. “I really… I think you’re the one for me.”

“Baby, really?” Within moments of waking up, Dave has made this your most memorable Valentine’s Day.

“Of course, sweetheart.” Running the blunt edge of his nail along his desk, he hums, “You know, I actually have another present for you today.”

“Wait, seriously?”

“Yeah, how do you feel about going to dinner tonight?”

“Baby! I would love to!”

“Good, I figured it’s about time we had our first date. Our reservations are at seven.”

“Oh, wait. Shit.”

“What?”

“I’m working the evening shift tonight. I really wish I didn’t have to, it’s just been… ugh. Whatever. But I’m so sorry, baby.”

Genuinely, your heart sinks. You didn’t even consider that Dave might want to see you tonight. But right now, he’s not worried about that.

“Wait, what’s going on at work?”

“Nothing, it was just, it was something dumb. Everything’s fine.” Fuck, this is the last thing you want to talk about.

“No…” He drags out, raising a brow. And then he speaks your name, his voice stern as he asks again, “What happened?”

“Dave, it’s nothing.”

“If it’s nothing, then it shouldn't be a big deal for you to tell me.” He doesn’t like knowing about your stressors, but he’ll do everything in his power to relieve you of them.

“It was… yesterday, I mean, it wasn’t really that big of a deal, but…”

“Baby,” His voice is gentler now. “Talk to me.”

“There… something happened yesterday with one of the dads… at pickup.” You begin to explain, thinking back to your shift yesterday at the daycare. “He said some things to me that were… annoying, to say the least. And then sort of… grabbed me. But I -”

“Did he do something?” Dave’s voice is rushed, but not angry or loud. Not yet. But in his own head, Dave is fearing for the worst. What the fuck happened?

“He put his hand on my waist, and… kissed my cheek.”

“What?” David’s eyes go wide, brows raising high. “And where the fuck was his other hand?”

“He put it, well, it… he sort of grabbed my ass.”

“What?! What the hell did your boss say?! Why didn’t you tell me?!”

Furious, he stands, running a hand over his face. But on your end, your lip is quivering, tears daring to drip down your cheeks.

“I’m so sorry, baby. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean for that to happen, and I -”

“What?” He interrupts. “You didn’t mean for it to happen?”

“No! Baby, I promise! I promise I wouldn’t do anything like that!”

“Baby, you don’t think this was your fault, do you?”

“W… What?”

“You told that prick to fuck off and he didn’t, how the hell could that have been your fault?”

Oh. He… kind of has a point. You thought he’d be pissed when he heard about this, not at the man or your work but at you.

“Why didn’t you tell me about this?” He doesn’t understand, why wouldn’t you go to him as soon as this happened?

“I thought you’d be… mad.”

“I am mad! I’m pissed!” But when he’s met with your silence, he begins to understand. “But… not at you, baby.”

He’s starting to realize that he’s only making this situation worse. His reaction doesn’t exactly scream ‘cool, calm, and collected’. How can he expect you to come to him in the future when he reacts like this?

“I’m sorry, I just, I hate knowing that happened to you.”

“I know.” You mumble, calming down once his voice settles.

“What did your work do about it?”

“Well, I asked for the next day off, today, but they wouldn’t let me. I just wanted a day to collect myself, but they didn’t think it was necessary.”

“Okay, that’s it.” Standing from his desk, Dave puts the call on speaker. “I’m going up there.”

“What? What are you going to say?!”

“I’m going to tell them that you’re not coming in to work today.” He’s already reaching for his jacket, buttoning the front of it.

“Dave don’t! You could get me fired!”

“Not if I tell them I work for the DIA and investigate the livelihood of retired vets and their families.” His answer is quick as hell and honestly, makes a little bit of sense. Your dad was in the military, after all.

“How… how did you come up with that so quick?” You laugh, and it makes your love grin.

“Don’t worry about it.” He replies playfully. “And don’t worry about going into work today. Just get yourself ready, and I’ll pick you up around five, okay?”

“Wait, why five?”

“Oh, I forgot. We have a hotel room, too.”

“What?” At this, a surprised smile spreads fully across your lips.

“If I’m taking you out, I’m making sure there won’t be any familiar faces around to see us. That’s why we’re heading to the city. And if we’re going far, why not stay the night out there, hm?”

“I really can’t even believe you.” With a shocked giggle, you sigh. You feel giddy, filled to the brim with butterflies.

“Well, believe it, princess. Because I’ll be there at five. Get yourself packed and ready, okay?”

Nibbling on the corner of your lip, you nod. “Okay.”

“I love you, baby. I’ll make this right.”

You have to admit, the thought of Dave showing up at your place of work and flashing his badge to stand up for you is… quite the image. Knowing how protective he is of you and the lengths he’ll go to in order to prove it is making you swoon. Thinking of him walking in and putting your boss in his place, wearing his dark gray business suit with his badge on his hip, that deep voice growing stern with intimidation. Between David’s protectiveness and the night he has planned ahead, it’s all making you hot with anticipation.

“I love you, too.”

Taking an hour gap in the middle of his day is easy. With him coming in early and working late so often, he could take an hour break every day if he wanted. More often than not, though, he was too enthralled with his workload to do so. But you’re far more important than any legal document on his desk.

He already knows where you work, of course, but what you’re not aware of, is he knows your employee badge number and your boss’s full name, too. It makes him chuckle, the thought of it. That information was almost too easy to get.

Dave is going to your place of work under the pretense of his job, his specific position. And with that in mind, he keeps himself calm and collected. After all, there isn’t a scenario where he walks out of this building without getting his way. This will be easy for him.

The walls are colored in a bright blue with rainbows and flowers along their edges. At the receptionist’s desk, there’s a jar of candy and a small treasure chest of dollar-store toys. Right behind her sits a board with multiple flyers posted, ones detailing drop-off and pick-up times and the spirit week the facility is hosting for Valentine’s Day. It makes him grin, knowing you come here every day. He’d love to see you with kids, he knows you’re so kind and patient with them.

“Hi! How can I help you?”

“Hi there,” Dave grins, walking up and leaning on the counter’s edge. Lifting his badge, he allows it to lay open, quickly introducing himself. “David York with the Defense Intelligence Agency. I’m here to see a Mr. Adam Hall?”

Immediately, her kind smile fades into shock. She seems surprised and quite impressed, eyes flashing from Dave’s badge to his handsome face. Lips pursing, she swallows, flustered by his confidence.

“Um… y-yes, sir.” The way Dave carries himself would intimidate anyone, and she’s clearly not immune to it.

Picking up the phone, she presses Adam’s line, whispering a quiet, “Hi, there’s someone here to see you.” A moment passes before she responds with, “Law enforcement.”

Shortly after she sets the phone down, Adam is rounding the corner, confused suspicion written all over his face. At this, Dave perks up, happy he didn’t have to wait.

“Dave York.” He says, approaching the man while showing his badge. “Defense Intelligence Agency.”

“H-Hello… I’m um, I’m Adam Hall. What can I help you with, Mr. York?”

“I think it would be best if we talked in your office.” He replies, folding his badge into his front pocket.

Not willing to wait for a response, Dave takes the lead, walking Adam back to his own office. He even takes it upon himself to open the door, allowing your boss to walk in and take a seat at his desk. The entire situation is perplexing to him, his palms sweating with nerves, especially when Dave closes the door behind him.

“I’m here to discussion the accusation of sexual harassment in your place of work?” Dave offers, his voice appearing inquisitive.

“What? Sexual harassment, I, I never, we haven’t seen - ”

“Specifically pertaining to employee number 000245679.”

At this, his lips seal. Dave’s caught him.

“Can I… ask how you received this information?”

Dave is quick on his feet. “The wellbeing of United States veterans and their families is under my direct supervision.” Not exactly a lie - he’s actually dealt with cases like this before. And besides, you are his to care for.

“She’s… a veteran?”

“A close family member of hers is.” Dave clarifies, narrowing his eyes. “I understand a parent was the aggressor in this instance, occurring yesterday at approximately four-thirty in the afternoon, correct?”

“I’m, well, I’m not exactly sure. I don’t have the document in front of -”

“Pull it up.”

Gulping, he does just that, finding it as quickly as he can. “Yes, that is correct.”

“And what happened in this situation, exactly?” He wants Hall to read it himself, and read it aloud to see how ridiculously harsh he’s being on you. You could have sued, and all you asked for was a day off to process things.

“The… um, before clocking out, the employee encountered and greeted one of the children’s parents, Mr…” Hall then glances up, clearing his throat nervously. He trails off, wanting to be professional and leave the father's identity anonymous. But that’s fine, Dave probably would have gone after that man, anyway. “Said parent then complemented employee 000245679 on her physical appearance, and did not stop when she requested. Said father then approached employee 000245679, placing a hand on her waist and kiss, um… kissing her cheek.”

“And?” Dave prompts when your boss’s words stop.

“And laid his other hand on her backside.”

Trying to keep his composure, Dave sighs, glaring at the man before him. “This needs to be dealt with, Adam.”

“Well we’ve, um, we’ve already followed protocol on this, and…”

“Protocol? Claiming employee 000245679 is the one at fault is your protocol? Giving her no reassurance of this situation? Not speaking to this parent? Not even giving her a single day off to process this?”

Adam is silent, eyes barely able to meet Dave’s intense gaze.

“My protocol is as follows - employee 000245679 receives three days of PTO, given that she doesn’t take action for more money against this company. And this father is banned from campus.”

“The, his child is already enrolled in our program.”

“He is no longer allowed to drop-off nor pick them up from this building. Have I made myself and my expectations clear?” Standing, Dave keeps his stare.

“Y-Yes… sir.”

“That’s a good sport.” Dave grins happily, his words condescending. “I will be checking up on your progress, Adam.”

With an anxious nod, he stands to see Dave out, but he’s already walking through the door. Rounding the corner, he encounters the receptionist once again.

“Have a good day…” Dave begins, eyes finding her name tag. “Candice. Good to know.”

With a curt nod and friendly smile, he’s pushing open the door, returning to his car. Yep, just as easy as he’d expected it to be.

Back at his office, Dave finds it easy to return to his work, finishing it just how he always does. Working from the office has been far easier than doing so from home. Even if he were working from your apartment, he knows he’d be distracted.

But before clocking out for the day, he finds his insides growing with nerves. He’s excited to see you, he really is, but he hasn’t felt this anxious in years. Going on first dates just doesn’t… happen to him. He’s been married for so long that he never thought he’d be on one again. He hasn’t dated in decades. And even though the two of you already know each other, have already spent nights together and touched each other, he’s still nervous about it. What if he’s not gentlemanly enough for you? What if he’s too gentlemanly? What if you don’t like the places he’s taking you to? What if you end up wanting to go home? Jesus, he’s really becoming a nervous wreck.

Truthfully, he knows you’ll love anything he does for you. You adored the flowers he sent and because of that, he knows you’ll cherish his last gift for you. A silver necklace with a single pendant - one dried violet encased in resin. Something that will always last and hopefully, always remind you of him.

Placing it back in its tiny box, it gives him the confidence to go forward with these plans. Not that he’d ever cancel. He’s covered all of his bases for this - you’re going an hour away, it’s likely you won’t see any familiar faces. You’re staying overnight, so the both of you can truly enjoy your mini vacation. And lastly, he already told Carol and the girls he’d be spending a few days away from the house, they don’t even know he’s going anywhere. Tonight, it will be just you and him.

On your end, you couldn’t be more excited. You’ve never done something like this, and the fact that he’s taking you out in public is just amplifying it. For some reason, the risk of being caught isn’t scary to you, although it really should be. You also can’t wait to have him all to yourself in a hotel room, how fancy. You’ve enjoyed having him at your apartment, enjoyed the little bits of domesticity. But honestly… you’ve missed the sneakiness, the impulsiveness and excitement. And going on a spontaneous adventure is bringing all of that back.

You can’t contain your little squeal of eagerness when Dave calls, immediately snatching up your phone. “Hey, baby!”

“Hi honey,” The elation in your voice makes him smile, melting his worrisome nerves. “I’m here, are you ready?”

“Yeah! I’ll be right down!”

“Okay, do you need help with anything?”

“No, I don’t think so. Just packed an overnight bag. Oh also, I’m in comfy clothes. I figured I’d change into nicer ones at the hotel?”

“That’s perfect.” He reassures you, eager to see your gorgeous face.

“Okay! I’ll be right down, babe.”

Grabbing your small bag, you sigh, eager to get the night started. You’re wearing a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, but inside you packed a nicer dress and a pair of pajamas. On top of your essential bathroom items and charger, you’re ready to go.

Dave’s sparkling silver Tesla is parked right out front, he really doesn’t seem to care anymore. Skipping over to the car, you open the back door, dropping your bag inside before closing it, and heading to the passenger side.

“Hey!”

“Come here.” Already, he’s leaning over the center council, hand finding the side of your face.

Leaning into him, your smiles meet, a giddy hum vibrating from you. He still has his scruff, which your fingers dance along when he gives you a handful of small kisses.

“I’ve missed you so much.” He’s still so smitten with you. “Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, baby. I’m so excited!”

“I’m glad you are,” Dave sighs, smiling as he returns to his seat. “Get your seatbelt on, we’ve got a long drive.”

Snuggling in, you make yourself cozy, leaning in Dave’s direction. Crossing your legs, you fold your arms on the center console, his free hand landing on your thigh.

“So, you took care of things at work?” Gazing up at him with hearts for eyes, you sigh.

“Oh fuck, I totally forgot!”

Immediately, you shoot up. “What?!”

“Nah,” Dave smiles, laughing. “I took care of it.”

Swatting his arm, you roll your eyes. “Asshole.”

“Well this asshole got you three days of PTO.”

“Wait, really? But I’m part-time, I don’t get PTO.”

“You do now.” Squeezing your thigh lightly, Dave reminisces on the recent memory. And now, you are too. You can just picture it, Dave’s intimidation. And honestly, knowing he went out of his way to protect you like that is making you a little hot for him.

It’s not until now that he realizes, when he’s finally out of work-mode. You were harassed, actually assaulted. Someone invaded your privacy, and he wasn’t there to help. Sure, he made it better now, but he can’t undo what has already been done. And all at once, a wave of emotions surges over him, his grip on your thigh tightening ever so slightly. He feels like he’s failed at his job; he can’t let that happen to you again.

“I can’t believe you did that for me.” Sliding your hand down, you gently grab his wrist.

“I’m here for you, sweetheart.” Comes that deep, rumbly voice. “I won’t let that happen again.”

The excitement you’d been yearning for all comes rushing back as soon as you get to the hotel room. The drive was easy, you mostly slept, but now, you’re full of energy. And once you got through your suite’s door, it became clear that Dave was, too.

His hands are on your hips, dragging them over his own. He can already feel your wetness, having taken off your outer garments. Once you were in just your bra and panties, you climbed onto his lap, wanting him all over again.

“I’ve missed you so damn much.”

“We were only apart for like,” You giggle, feeling the repeated press of his lips. “Eight hours.”

“Too fucking long.” Sliding his hand down, he grabs a fistful of your ass before slapping it, shoving you forward onto him.

He’s resting against the bed’s headboard, sitting up while you straddle his clothed lap. Pressing his open mouth to yours, Dave’s tongue slides inside, tangling with your own while you moan. Your body is resting entirely on his chest, arms looped around his neck while your fingers explore his mocha-toned hair.

“You sexy fucking thing,” He’s breathing hotly against your lips, both hands falling to your backside. “Thought about you all day, about that beautiful mouth and what it can do.”

“You really love blowjobs now, huh?” Your voice is laced in cockiness and lust, the thought of it sending a tingle between your thighs.

“You know I do.” He practically growls against your mouth, nipping at your bottom lip.

“Yeah? I love giving them.”

“I can fucking tell.” Just barely, his hips roll up against you, his eyes flashing to his watch to check the time. Forty-five more minutes until your reservation. “Fuck, I love the way you swallow me.”

The last thing you expected this year was to go on a Valentine’s Day getaway with Molly York’s dad. But here you are, grinding down onto his lap while he grabs your bare ass, the two of you tugging on the other’s hair while swapping spit. And you fucking love it.

What would Molly say if she found out? What would she do? Who would she be more upset with? And why? But honestly, it’s pretty hard to think about anything when David’s hand is on the back of your head while he’s shoving his tongue down your throat. Fuck it, you really can’t keep yourself from her dad.

“When do we have to go?” Turning your head, your lips find his cheek, moving over the growing patches of dark hair.

“Forty minutes.” He responds, fingers curling into your hair and pulling.

It yanks you back, puffing your chest out toward him. With this new angle, he dives down, planting his face directly between your breasts.

“Fuck.”

Both hands find their way to your chest, pushing your tits up against his face. While mouthing at them, he groans, feeling your fingernails scrape over his scalp.

“I need to fuck your tits, baby.”

“Yeah? You like ‘em that much, huh?”

“Fuck yes… Jesus. They’re so fucking soft.” And then he becomes muffled, suffocating himself with them once again.

“Baby, I need to get ready soon.” You remind him sweetly while giggling.

“Not yet,” He mumbles, tongue laying over the side of your tit. “Please, not yet.”

He’s touching every part of you that he can, every inch he can reach. It’s been a little over a month and he still can’t get enough of you. He wants more, always. Always more.

“Come on,” Laughing, you tug lightly on his hair, bringing him up for some air. “You can play with them later, okay… daddy?”

“Oh, fuck me.” His face nearly goes slack from it. You’ve really got him under a spell.

With a quick peck, you’re climbing off of his lap, going into your bag to get out the dress you’d packed. It’s easy to slip on, the smooth fabric a lovely feeling against your skin. A pair of sparkling black heels fit your feet nicely, along with a pair of silver earrings to decorate yourself with. And it doesn’t take you long to apply your makeup, years of Pom coached you for that. Besides, you’re going for a simple, nude look anyway.

“Is this fancy enough, baby?” Walking out of the bathroom, you’re satisfied with your look. But you’re more worried about what he thinks.

“Absolutely.” He’s already standing at the mirror, making sure his tie is straight. “You look amazing.”

“Yeah, right.” You grin, rolling your eyes.

“Yeah,” He says, walking toward you. “Right.”

Staring up at him with a bashful smirk, Dave’s hands find your waist, pulling you into him. Shaking his head slightly, he sighs. “I can’t wait to have you tonight.”

“Yeah, and I have a little present for you, too.”

“You know, I also have one.”

“Another one? You’ve already given me enough!”

“Last one,” Your lover grins, “I promise.” And then he’s reaching into his jacket pocket, pulling out a small, flat box. “Here, open it.”

Eyeing him, you offer a look of faux annoyance, glancing down as your fingers pry open the sides. And immediately, your eyes widen, brows folding up in the center from the gift’s sentiment.

“Do you know what it is?”

“Baby, of course I do.” Delicately, your fingers pluck the necklace from its cushion, setting the box down on the table to your left. “A dried violet.”

“I told you,” Dave then says, prompting your eyes to return to his. “It’s your flower now.”

Staring into his eyes, you find yourself becoming emotional. No one has ever treated you like this.

“I love you.”

“I want you to think of me whenever you look at it,” He tells you, “And know how much I love you.”

The flower’s color goes perfectly with your dress, the black and purple hues blending nicely. David even takes it upon himself to place it around your neck, something that makes you swoon all over again. He’s gentle with it, just as gentle as he’s currently holding your hand.

Walking you through the lobby and front doors, Dave easily calls a cab, wanting both of you to be able to drink to your liking tonight. He even goes out of his way to open the car door for you, and the door to the restaurant, too.

It’s easily the nicest establishment you’ve ever been to; you honestly feel like you don’t belong. But David’s head is held high, holding onto your hand with pride. Your difference in age is quite obvious, especially with Dave’s facial hair, but you like it. As misogynistic as may sound, you like being the pretty little thing on Dave’s arm.

“Is this okay for you, honey?” He asks, getting situated in his seat after pulling out your chair. Internally, he’s a nervous wreck, and surprised he’s not sweating bullets.

“What? The restaurant?”

Dave nods, eyes full of worry. He wants you to like it; if you didn’t, he’d easily consider going elsewhere.

“Baby, this is perfect. I’ve never been to a place like this.”

Extravagant chandeliers hang on the ceiling, the walls a deep and elegant red with tables lining its edges. The music is dreamy and quiet, a pianist playing gracefully in the very center of the large room. Each setup has their own dimmed mood lighting, and is far enough away from the others to have private conversation. The smell of bread and garlic fills the air, alongside seafood and fresh greens. You can already feel yourself salivating just from the scent.

Dave is more than happy with your answer, releasing a breath of relief. Smiling, he takes a look at the menu, eyeing a bottle of white he thinks you’d enjoy.

“Would you be okay with me drinking tonight?” He asks, glancing up at you.

You offer an amused grin. “As long as I’m able to drink, too.”

And just like that, Dave is ordering a bottle of wine for the table, alongside water for the both of you and breadsticks to start. After that, you’ll be served spinach and artichoke dip with baked pita and olive oil. You hope you have the will to be able to pace yourself for the rest of your time here.

“Did I tell you where we’re going in a few days?” David asks, watching you take a sip from your glass.

“No, you haven’t!”

“How do you feel about Spain?”

“Spain? I’ve never even been there before!”

Dave smiles at your excitement, sipping at the bourbon he ordered. “Well, we’ll be staying at a hotel in Madrid.”

“I don’t know too much Spanish… is that okay?”

“That’s perfectly fine. I’m fluent, I’ll do all the talking.”

“You are not.” Jaw dropping in awe, you stare at him with lovestruck eyes. How does he still manage to impress you?

“Yeah, I am.” Huffing out a laugh, he nods. “That, and French.”

“Really? When did you have time to learn all of that?”

Dave just shrugs. “Part of the job.”

Your lover’s inner monologue couldn’t be more frantic, but in the best of ways. Every thought is pulling him in its own direction, from Spain to you to work to the restaurant’s food. Mostly though, he’s thinking about you. It’s taking his breath away, how stunning you look. He can see your toned physique through your dress, its silhouette highlighting your curves beautifully. Your neckline isn’t too low, but he can still see the dip of your cleavage. What he wouldn't give to run his tongue up that valley right now. He can still taste your tits on his tongue from when he worshiped them in your suite, the flavor of your skin reminiscing within him. He wants nothing more than to pull you aside, run his palms along your body and grab your softest places. And the way you did your makeup tonight has him smitten, your eyelashes fluttering gracefully with your smooth lips fucking taunting him in that shade of lipstick. He’s going to ruin you tonight.

“Dave?”

“Hm?” Eyes immediately darting up, you see him become slightly flustered, a shade of pink coloring his ears.

“You’re that distracted, huh?” You tease, placing your elbows on the table so you can fold your hands together, resting your chin on them.

“Yeah, baby…” He sighs, eyes dropping to your chest again. “You look so good tonight.”

The only thing that pulls him out of this trance is when your food comes, and even then, he finds it difficult to look away. But the smell of your food easily captures your attention, the seafood pasta you ordered already making your mouth water.

“Is there anything else I can do for you?” Your waiter asks, clasping his hands together.

Before even touching his food, David does about you. “Do you want another drink? A different type of wine?”

“No, it’s okay, babe. I really like this one.” Reassuring him with a kind smile, you then transfer it to the waiter. “Thank you.”

“You know,” Staring at your plate, you smile, twisting your fork into the buttered pasta. “You’ve been such a gentleman.”

“Really?” Almost desperately, he looks up. “You think so?”

“Are you kidding me? The flowers? The hotel? My necklace? This restaurant? And then what you did at work? I really can’t believe you’re doing all of this for me.”

Internally, you wonder if he’d done these types of things for Carol, too. And whether or not he did, you hope he continues to do it with you.

“I told you I’d take care of you.” He says while stabbing his fork into a piece of food. “Whatever you want,” And then he’s looking up into your eyes, carob-colored orbs staring into your own. “It’s yours.”

And he really meant it. Because as soon as you said you, I want you, he was paying for your bill. He’d been itching to get his hands back on your body since you left his lap in the hotel room. Before leaving, though, he asks if you’d like anything else. More wine? Dessert? Being that it’s Valentine’s Day, you ordered two slices of cheesecake with strawberry drizzle and chocolate ganache, hoping to share it back in your room.

“Come here,” He rushes out, pushing you up against the wall.

“Baby,” Comes your small giggle. “I have to put this in the - ”

“Just put it down.” Grabbing the box from your hand, he shoves it onto the nearest table, both hands then quickly falling to your ass.

He’s pulling it up, scrunching it along your hips as he positions himself between them. Already, he’s grinding into you, breathing heavily against your neck. You can feel the pressure, the firm weight of his body moving against you, and you almost can’t breathe from it. Your hands find his head, his hair, eyes closing as he starts sucking on your neck.

“Baby…” Gently, you roll your pelvis forward, grinding against him, and it only provokes him to press you further into the wall.

“You’re so beautiful,” Dave mumbles, hands incessant on your body. He’s running his palms along your waist, squeezing your curved features before traveling to your thighs and grabbing them, too. “Fuck, how do you have such a hold on me?”

Breathlessly, you find your words. “Let me get out of this first, baby. Don’t you wanna see your surprise?”

“Fuck.” Dropping his head down, he catches his breath, lifting his head to look you in the eyes. Swallowing thickly, he then nods. “Okay.”

Against his better judgment, he backs up just enough for you to wiggle out between him and the wall. Taking his hand, you kiss it, dropping it when you walk off toward the bathroom. “I’ll be right back.”

With a heavy breath, Dave shakes his head, making his way over to the bed. Plopping himself down, he lays back, running a heated palm over his face while he groans. The pulse in his crotch is already so apparent that it hurts, and he’s not sure if you’re getting lingerie on or what but he honestly doesn’t even care. You could come out in a goddamn ghillie suit and he’d still jump on you.

“Baby?”

“Yeah?” He replies, head turning in your direction.

“Where are you?”

“Laying on the bed…” His voice trails off as he says it, curious about your plan. “Why?”

“Okay, close your eyes. And stay there!”

Huffing out a chuckle, he does as he’s told, folding his hands over his stomach while doing it. “Okay.” He calls back, “Ready.”

Slowly, the bathroom door creeps open, poking your head out to make sure he’s telling the truth. And when you see that he is, you step toward him with quiet feet.

“Keep them closed, baby…” You remind him gently, running your palms up his covered thighs.

It makes him smile, his insides tingling with excitement. What is this?

Crawling onto his lap, you situate yourself over him, placing your hands on his chest. With a giddy smile, you hum, whispering to him. “Okay, open them.”

He keeps a straight face as his eyelids flutter, caramel orbs growing a bit wide. At first, he sees your face, your angelic face. But then his gaze trails down, taking in the fabric of your tightly cropped top, its bedazzled hemline and long black sleeves. Your midsection is showing, your cute little belly button resting just above the edge of your skirt, more sparkles lining its edge.

“Oh my fucking god.”

It’s funny how quick his opinion on these outfits has changed. When Molly first came home in it, he was livid. Why the fuck did it have to be so short? So revealing? He understands she’s not in high school anymore but still, he wasn’t happy about it. But with you, it’s the complete opposite. He wishes your uniform showed more.

“Do you like it, baby?” It’s a timid question, said while dragging your pointer finger down his chest.

“Baby…” His voice is low, hands reaching up to take hold of your hips.

The first time he ever saw you in it, he’d imagined bending you over and fucking you brainless. And now, he finally has that chance.

“This is for me?” Dave mumbles, unable to tear his eyes away from you.

“Mhm,” Tilting your head to the side, you reach out to cup his face, bringing his gaze back to you as you repeat, “Do you like it, daddy?”

“Princess,” Huffing out a quick breath, he shakes his head. “Get on your fucking knees.”

Before you even have a chance to move, he’s sitting up and pushing you off of his lap. You stumble back, quickly feeling Dave’s hands grab you. He spins you around so your back is against the bed, watching you fall to your knees just like he said.

“Fuck me.” He’s already undoing his belt, “Baby, you have no idea how much I like it.”

“I think I’m getting the hint.” You grin, staring up at him.

You look so pretty, resting on your knees for him, waiting patiently while he undresses. And he does so rapidly, fumbling with his pants before reaching in to pull himself out.

“Baby,” He says, already fighting for breath. “I want you to suck on it.”

He’s completely full and resting in front of your face, tip red and leaking, dripping. Leaning in, your tongue lays out to catch some of it, and you swear you see him twitch. Reaching up, you go to place your hand on his base, but he swats it away.

“No hands.” That deep voice demands, “Just do it.”

The way he’s speaking to you makes your eyes go wide, leaning back against the bed as your lips part for him. His right hand falls behind your head, his other on his base to guide the tip in. Watching intently, his brows narrow, feeling his tip run across your soft skin. He slides it over your bottom lip, glossy precum oozing from the slit.

“I love your little uniform…” He tells you lowly, “Remember seeing you in it for the first time.”

“Rea -”

“No talking.” He grunts, shoving himself in, and you immediately gag on him. “Swallow it, princess, I know you can do it.”

You wiggle back, trying to get a breath but he doesn't let you. Leaning further in, he presses you against the side of the bed, the hand he had on his base moving to hold your jaw open.

“Oh, god.” Tossing his head back, Dave releases a guttural groan, the length of him pulsing inside your throat. Gently, he pets at your hair, feeling you begin to settle down beneath him. “There you go, princess.”

Keeping your eyes open, you stare up at him, doing your best to take deep breaths. You’re also trying to keep your hands at your sides, this new rule forcing you to beg for him. And when he tilts his head back down to see your pretty eyes, he moans, eyes raking over your features. His thumb slides toward your mouth, prodding at your bottom lip.

“A little cheer girl…” He mumbles, a cocky smirk pulling on the corner of his lips. “All for me.”

While maintaining eye contact, you wiggle your tongue beneath him, his jaw dropping as he hisses from the sensation. That’s when both hands drop to your face, his hips moving back. He sets a gentle pace, reveling in the smooth slide of your tongue. Hesitantly, you reach up, wanting to hold his thighs. But remembering his new rule, they shoot back down.

“Good girl,” He praises happily, surprised by your restraint. “Baby, that was so good.”

It provokes a small, happy mewl from your throat, drool slowly but surely beginning to pour down your chin. He can feel it, too, every time his scrotum connects with your skin. The squelch of it quickly becomes loud, but he doesn’t really care. Your blowjobs were usually sloppy.

“Jesus Christ,” He grunts, running the fingers of his dominant hand through the hair at the crown of your head. Harshly, he fists it, moving forward to completely pin your head against the bed. It surprises you, so much so that your hands reach out to grab the fronts of his thighs.

“I said no fucking touching.” Grabbing your wrist, he snaps it to the side, tossing it away from him.

Harshly, he fucks himself into your mouth, staring down while trying to catch his breath. Jesus, he wishes you were both in the stadium. Thinking about pulling you to the side at halftime and fucking your face is making his high arrive far too fast.

“You’re taking it so good, swallowing me so good…” His praise lights your body on fire, makes you moan and want for his touch. “How’s it taste, huh? You like how I taste?”

“Mhm,” Is the most you’re able to get out, eyes rolling back as he slides down your throat again. His tip repeatedly punches against your inner skin, the space between your legs tingling with excitement. And if you can’t touch him, you figure you might as well touch yourself.

David feels your slight shift, glancing further down as he watches your hand slither between your legs. Lifting up the front of your skirt, Dave can see the black lining underneath, your tiny fingers rubbing over it.

“You dirty little thing.” It would be considered degradation if he didn’t say it so lovingly.

The angle is awkward but he wishes so desperately that it wasn’t. He’d give anything to watch you rub yourself while you sucked on him. But he’s already too close to his high, and he wants to do so much more.

With a firm grunt, he pulls himself out of your mouth, listening to your harsh gasp punch into the air. Your chin and neck are wet from it, even the very front of your top.

“C’mere, princess.” With a small groan, he leans down, picking you up by your armpits.

You barely have time to find your footing before he’s shoving you backwards onto the bed and climbing over you. You’re shocked, what is he doing?

“Keep your hands to yourself, sweetheart.” He reminds you, placing his knees on either side of your biceps.

It cages you in, along with his weight pressing into your chest. But he does his best to keep himself upright, not wanting to hurt you. And after a moment, you come to your senses, thinking he must want you to suck him off like this. But that’s before he’s yanking the edge of your top up over your tits. You chose not to wear any garments beneath the uniform, so when he pulls the top up, your breasts immediately bounce out.

“Look at that,” His eyes have gone wide, irises blown as he stares down at your naked chest. But then he does something you wouldn’t have even fathomed. He spits.

Reaching down, he rubs it over your chest, sliding it up and down the valley between your breasts. Your breaths become heavy and ragged, pretty eyes staring up at him as you call out, “David.”

“Have I told you how badly I wanna fuck your tits?” He’s still not looking at you, his wet thumb gliding over your pretty, pebbled peak.

Spitting into his palm, he then returns it to his base, running it over his erection. Inside, your heart is pounding, watching Dave touch himself in front of you like this. And he’s towering over you, chest expanding with every heavy breath.

“Yeah…” Mumbling, he leans in, placing the thickness of his cock in that luscious divot. His hands find either side of your breasts, pushing them together. Dave’s eyes roll back when he does it, feeling your softness encase him. “Yes… yes.”

All too quickly, he’s thrusting himself against you, sliding his cock between your tits while those broad hands continue to fondle them. Occasionally, his thumb will swipe over your nipple, his breaths already quick and erratic.

“Baby, daddy,” Your voice is high and desperate, pleading with him, “Can I please touch you? Please?”

Easily, he gives in, nodding. “Yeah, princess. Touch me, do whatever you want to me.”

Instantly, your hands come up, arms wrapping around his thighs. Your fingertips caress the exposed skin along his pelvis, the curly hairs at his base.

“Fuck me, I’m gonna cum.”

“Really, daddy?”

“Baby, I can’t, I can’t help it. Fuck.”

“Are you gonna cum on my tits, daddy?” You’re only egging him on, feeling the firm thrum of the vein along his shaft.

“Oh, I want to, baby. I really want to.”

“Please do it, baby. Please.” Your voice is soft as you coo to him, staring up at his focused face. But all he’s looking at is your bouncing flesh as it jiggles around his erection, his spit creating the perfect slippery space for him to fuck.

“S-Shit, shit.”

You’re almost speechless, witnessing his reaction to this. Staring up at him with wide eyes and parted lips, the only thing that rips your attention away from him is the warm splatter covering your breasts. He’s groaning above you, hips jerking against your chest. His jaw has dropped completely, brows furrowing harshly as he watches it spurt from his tip. The sensation of it shivers through his pelvis and up his spine, his lungs doing their best to get in adequate breaths.

“Baby…” Sighing, you smile, adoring the blissful look on his face. “Can you get a towel for me?”

Tilting his head, he stares down at you, wondering aloud, “You think I’m not gonna fuck you in this?”

Honestly… yes, you absolutely thought that. With him cumming so quickly, you thought he’d be done for the night. But you’re happily surprised to find out otherwise. And Dave is easily able to read your reaction based on your sly grin.

Climbing off your chest, Dave sighs, dropping his pants the rest of the way down his legs. And when you finally sit up, Dave is right in your face, cupping your cheek so he can kiss you. But you’re only allowed one before he’s grabbing your hips again, this time flipping you onto your stomach. And you move easily with him, the strength he has not giving you much room to protest.

“Fuck, baby.” His voice is ragged, his left hand smacking your ass while his other hold shoves your skirt up and over your hips. Dragging the thin material to the side, he exposes your glistening pink lips, immediately moving to rub his tip against them.

He’s already half hard, his body clearly pent up from the surprise you gave him tonight. Slapping himself against your backside, he groans when you wiggle your hips against him, grinding against his pelvis. By now the spend on your chest has rubbed into the bedsheets, but it’s not really a concern for you. You’ll likely shower afterwards, and you’re sure Dave will call for new sheets.

“I love you,” It was the last thing you expected him to say, but it makes your heart swoon.

“Baby,” Softly, you whine for him. “I love you, too.”

And then, he’s sliding in, his head prodding at your entrance. He easily makes it past the thin skin of your outer lips, feeling your heat surround him once again. And when he’s halfway in, both hands find your hips, guiding you back as he pushes further in.

“Baby,” Gasping, your fingers reach for the comforter, fisting it in your hand.

It stings slightly, and how you’re not used to his girth yet astounds you. A small flutter washes through your hips, and David can feel it. He groans from the way you pulse around him, from the texture of your slick, gummy walls sucking him in.

“I wanna do this again.” He then states, his pace much quicker than before. “Please let me fuck you in this again.”

“You like it that much, huh, daddy?”

“I fucking love it, you’re so goddamn sexy in this.”

Before you can respond, he’s hitting something so powerful inside you that it forces a cry from your throat, a euphoric shiver running through your body.

“I remember the first time I saw you do the splits, your pretty little ass hanging out beneath your skirt. Fuck me, that was so hot, baby.”

“I like that you saw,” You’re breathless, the memory making your insides fizzle with arousal and ecstasy. “I w-wanted you to see.”

Baring his teeth briefly, David’s palm smacks down on your cheek, the hit stinging your soft skin. “I fucking knew it.”

“D-Daddy,” You almost can’t even respond to him, the wetness from your arousal mixing with his own, the combination beginning to drop down your legs.

“And when I saw you do it in my backyard… god damn. I touched myself to it, did you know that, princess? I touched myself to the thought of you after you did that.”

“Fuck, baby!” Thinking of Dave jerking off after seeing your flexibility makes you grin. His want for you was always so obvious, you still wonder how others don’t see it. “I love that, I love it…”

Another swat at your ass and you’re tossing your head back, ragged groans and high whines slipping past your lips. It takes everything in you to bounce back against him, but truthfully, it’s useless. Dave is doing most of the work and he doesn’t mind one damn bit.

“And you were so quick to show me your tits.” He huffs out, laughing. “You were such a whore for it.”

“Fuck me.” Groaning, you smile beneath him, shoving your face into the covers.

“Look at you now,” He coos mockingly, “All bashful for me.”

Leaning over your pliant form, he presses his clothed chest to your barely-covered back. “You weren’t so bashful when I was fucking your mouth, were you, princess?”

Reaching around, your hand finds the back of his head, tilting your own back to press your cheek to his. Smirking, he hums from the feeling of your fingernails dragging across his scalp, his hips unrelenting in their pace against your ass.

“And now you’re mine, all for me. My pretty girl, my perfect princess. You think anyone else is gonna touch you while you’re with me? Huh, baby?”

“No,” Comes your small whimper, your small pleasure center throbbing from the friction you’re receiving. The point of your pelvis is rubbing against the bed with every one of David’s thrusts, and it’s making your head spin.

“Jesus, I can’t believe I get to cum in your tight pussy. Just a sweet thing, a young girl for me to touch whenever I please.”

“Y-Yes, baby. Yes…”

He’s rambling, exposing his innermost thoughts and not regretting one word of it. The way you’re trembling is evident, and it makes him grin.

“Are you going to cum, baby? I won’t be happy until you do.”

“Please, make me. It feels so good when you make me…”

Stuffing his hand down between your belly and the bedsheets, he lowers it to find your throbbing clit, spreading your lips to rub the pad of his pointer finger over it. Almost immediately, you’re crying out and pushing back against him, but his weight keeps you down. Turning his head, he plants an array of kisses on your cheek, from quick to sloppy to firm. Arching your back slightly, you accept it, the euphoria that overcomes you. It’s like you can’t register anything besides him, besides the press of his weight and the sensation of his kisses, the forceful, blissful intrusion of his erection. Pressing against your backside, he stills, shoving himself entirely inside. And the way you choke him forces a guttural groan from his chest, heavy and humid breaths fanning out over your skin.

But then, he’s lifting himself, pulling out with his dominant hand flying down to his shaft. With hurried breaths, he stares down at your ass, jerking himself off over the entrancing curves of it. This time around, it shoots from his tip, thick ropes landing over your bare curves and uniform, painting everything in the nearest vicinity white. You can feel how hot it is, the gooiness of it dripping over your skin. He watches it soak into the fabric of your skirt, smirking to himself at the sight of it. And after a moment, he slows, squeezing the last few drops from his tip.

“D-David,”

“I’m here,” Comes his instant response, left hand gripping you tight. “I’m here, baby…”

Dropping to his knees, he breathes a sigh of contentment, saying once again, I’m here, before shoving his face between your legs.

“Jesus!” You shriek, taken completely off guard by the act.

But he doesn’t stop, he just moans. The vibrations overstimulate you, your hips jerking from it as you giggle. But his hands lift to your hips, keeping you still. Rapidly, his tongue pokes out to lick you, sliding through your sensitive lips with the tip just barely flicking your clit.

And while he enjoys you from behind, you relax into it, reveling in this moment. You’ve never had a man enjoy you so openly, worship you so fully. And you find yourself wondering how he’s going to be on your vacation.

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