#and i may or may not have written something for him too

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Oh my lovely Bucky writer. I'm in great need of some protective Bucky vibes, with a sick or hurt reader who hides it to not make a fuss, she's afraid the others think she's too weak to be in the team, cause she's new. But Bucky noticing her being hurt or sick and goes all in full blown protective mode. And takes cares of her 🥹😪 and makes sure that she can trust him. 💔 Reader is like “I’m fine—“ and then Bucky cuts them off and says “if anyone give you shit for not coming to the meeting, I’ll beat their asses” 😭

It’s Ok To Feel Weak Sometimes » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Avenger!Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Female Reader

Summary: You catch a cold, but you don’t want the team to think you’re weak and Bucky assures you that it’s ok to feel weak sometimes.

Warnings: none except Fluff

A/N: Thank you for the request, nonnie🩵

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buck-star

GIF IS NOT MINE! Gif credit goes to the creator.

You woke up with a stuffy and runny nose and a sore throat. You sighed loudly before getting out of bed. You walked in the bathroom and looked in the mirror. Your cheeks are rosier than normal. That was more than enough to tell you that you have a cold. You decided to be in denial about it. You blew your nose and took some allergy medicine. You got dressed for training and put your hair in a messy bun before making your way to the gym.

The allergy medicine cleared your sinuses, but that didn’t last long. You were breathing through your mouth the whole time you were training. You pretended to be fine and you straightened your posture out any time an Avenger walked in the gym. When Bucky walked in the gym, he automatically knew something was off with you. It’s like his superpower.

“Doll?” Bucky says.

You jumped, not knowing someone was in the gym. You turned around to see Bucky standing a few feet away from you. You cleared your throat before speaking.

“Good morning, Bucky.” You say, your voice hoarse.

“Good morning, doll.” He says.

Bucky walked closer to you. He studied your appearance. Your nose is red and runny, along with your cheeks. He can tell your nose is stuffy from the way you’re breathing.

“You have a cold.” He says.

“No I don’t. It’s allergies.” You lied.

Bucky crossed his arms over his chest. He knows when you’re lying.

“Try again and don’t even think about lying to me.” He says.

“I’m-” A harsh cough left your lips before you could finish your sentence.

Bucky winced at the way the cough sounded. That was enough to tell him that you also have a sore throat.

“You’re going back to bed.” He says, wrapping his arms around you and gently walked you out the door of the gym.

“I’m fine-” Bucky cut you off before you could say anything else.

“If anyone gives you shit for not coming to the meeting, I’ll beat their asses.” He says.

“Ok.” You mumbled.

Bucky took you back to your bedroom.

“You put your pajamas back on and I’ll make you some tea.” Bucky says.

You smiled and nodded. Bucky went to the kitchen to make you some tea while you changed back into your pajamas. You put on a shirt that belongs to Bucky that may have gotten “mixed up” in your laundry and a pair of sleep shorts. You got back in bed and under the blankets and turned the TV on while you waited for Bucky.

“Here’s your tea, doll face.” Bucky says as he walks in your room.

You sat up as Bucky handed you the cup of tea.

“Thank you, Bucky.” You smiled.

“You’re welcome, doll.” He smiles back.

Bucky put his right hand on your forehead to see if you have a fever and you do.

“Doll, you have a fever.” He says.

You groaned and pouted.

“I know.” He whispers, kissing the top of your head. “I’ll get you some medicine.” He says.

He went in your bathroom and searched in your medicine cabinet for cold medicine. He found it with ease and brought it to you.

“Here you go, doll face.” He says, handing you the cold medicine.

You took it and washed it down with the tea. Bucky took his jacket off and kicked his boots off before getting in bed next to you. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close to him.

“Why didn’t you just stay in bed when you knew you were sick?” Bucky asks.

“I don’t know.” You shrugged, playing with his Army dog tags. “I didn’t want anyone to think I’m weak since I’m the new girl and all.” You say quietly.

“It’s ok to feel weak sometimes.” He assures. “Wanna know something?” He asks.

You looked up at him and nodded.

“During my days as the Winter Soldier, I felt weak sometimes. Most nights, I stayed awake and stared at the wall or the ceiling. I just hated the fact that they used me as a weapon.” He says.

“Really?” You asked.

“Mhmm.” He hums.

Bucky telling you that made you feel less weak. It’s helpful to know that.

“Thank you for telling me that, Bucky. I feel better knowing that.” You say with a smile.

“You’re welcome, doll. Now, get some rest. I’ll be here the whole time.” Bucky says softly, kissing your forehead.

You snuggled yourself against Bucky and laid your head on his chest. A combination of the cold medicine and the sound of his heartbeat made you fall asleep. Bucky dozed off a little bit after you did.

You weren’t sure how long you had been sleeping, but Bucky woke up before you. Instead of getting up and accidentally waking you up, he scrolled through his phone and watched TV to keep himself occupied, keeping the TV on a low volume so it didn’t wake you.

Meanwhile, the Avengers were in the conference room, waiting for everyone so they can start the meeting for an upcoming mission later this week. Everyone was in the conference room, except you and Bucky.

“Where’s Barnes and Y/L/N?” Tony asks.

“I don’t know. I seen Y/N in the gym this morning.” Natasha says.

“I’ll go look for them.” Steve says.

Steve stood up and left the conference room. He looked in every room you and Bucky might be in. You two weren’t in the lounge room, kitchen, or the gym so he went to Bucky’s bedroom, but neither of you were in there. That’s when his enhanced hearing heard the sound of your TV playing. He opened the door to see you sleeping in Bucky’s arms.

“What are you guys doing? We have a meeting.” Steve says quietly.

“Y/N has a cold and I’m taking care of her.” Bucky tells him quietly.

“Oh ok. I get it. I’ll update you guys later when she’s awake.” He says.

Bucky smiles and nods, loving how understanding his best friend is.

“Steve?” Bucky says.

“Yea, Buck?” Steve asks.

“Y/N is going to need the next couple days off.” He says.

“She can have the rest of the week off and so can you.” Steve smiles.

“What about the mission?” Bucky asks.

“Sam and Natasha can fill in for you two.” He says.

“That sounds good. Thank you, man.” He says with a smile.

“You’re welcome.” He smiles before leaving your room.

Steve closed your bedroom door quietly so he didn’t accidentally wake you up. He went back to the conference room.

“Did you find them?” Wanda asks.

“Yes and Y/N has a cold. Which means Sam and Natasha are filling in for Bucky and Y/N.” Steve says.

As the meeting started, you stirred in your sleep. You rubbed your eyes and stretched. You looked at Bucky to see him still next to you, making you smile.

“Morning, sleepyhead.” Bucky coos, kissing the top of your head.

“Morning, Bucky.” You giggled softly. “Who were you talking to a little bit ago?” You asked curiously.

“Steve was wondering where we were and he gave us the rest of the week off. Sam and Natasha are filling in for us on the mission. He said he’ll keep us updated.” He explains. “How are you feeling?” He asks, moving your hair out from your face.

“Better than I was this morning.” You say.

Bucky put his right hand on your forehead to see if you have a fever or not.

“I think your fever is gone. You don’t feel as warm as you did earlier.” He says.

“That’s because I have my favorite person taking care of me.” You smiled. “Thank you, Bucky.” You say.

“You don’t have to thank me, babydoll. I love taking care of you.” He says, kissing your forehead.

🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

-Bucky’s Doll

[obsessivevoidkitten]

A Mouthful of Cum Helps the Medicine Go Down

Male Surgeon DILF Yandere x Gender Neutral Reader CW: Nonconsensual oral sex, reader sucking that dick like they are the Gluckgluck 3000, somnophilia, non descriptive surgery, gun violence, blood, recovery, dream sequence, happy ending, mild age gap, dating Word Count: 1.3k (Written as a birthday gift for a friend, all written in a few hours yesterday, so I am sorry for any errors.)

The date you had just finished with Doctor Michael Hayes had gone pretty well. He was handsome and well put together, neat and tidy, and his personality definitely fit with what you had been looking for. In fact, you already set up another one with him at his request. Evidently the older gentleman, an actual surgeon, had felt the date had gone well too.

The evening kept replaying in your head. His rugged but charming demeanor, his eyes full of experience but still flashed with a sense of adventure whenever he stared at you. Maybe he was the one! After a deluge of slobs, bums, and selfish toxic freaks the thought that you may have found the man for you was like a breath of fresh air.

And he was just so handsome! A bit older, maybe mid to late forties, but he was definitely aging gracefully. You had to admit you definitely had some lewd thoughts about where you wanted his dick. In the texts the two of you had shared you had really felt a connection with him and had built a solid friendship but tonight solidified that it would evolve into something more.

You pulled into your driveway, just getting home after sharing your meal with Hayes. You drew your coat close, shivering from the sudden exposure to the chilly night air. You closed your car door with a thud and started walking up the path to your door, the thin layer of snow crunched beneath your steps as you did so.

A dark figure cloaked in shadow jumped out from one of the hedges that hugged the front of your house. A loud bang. Piercing pain. On the ground. You saw your blood leave you as the snow drank it greedily. Then darkness.

////

You were unconscious as the doctors rushed around you, zipping you to the operating room, communicating over your injured body about your condition.

Doctor Hayes was back on duty after your date, that’s why it had been so quick, otherwise he would have liked to spend more time with you. He was already sure the two of you would end up in a long term relationship. You just fit together far too well. It wasn't just one date, the two of you had been chatting for just over a month before meeting. You were a high ranked and well regarded detective and he was a surgeon, you both saved lives and you were both incredibly busy, so it took a while before the two of you could set up a proper date.

He was determined to see you again soon though. Only he didn’t realize that it would be on his very operating table. It certainly was not how he had wanted your next meeting to go.

It was touch and go a couple times, but luckily the bullet had missed your heart. The procedure was a success and full recovery was soon expected. Though a coma was medically induced to give you time to heal properly.

Even though you were pretty much out of the woods Hayes still held your hand and sat by your side during every free moment that he had. He heard from the cops, who were very eager to find the perpetrator, that they suspected you had been shot by an inmate that had been put away thanks to your detective work who had recently escaped. They had already caught the fucker but were just working on gathering evidence and getting a confession.

At any rate you were safe now with him, he wouldn’t let anything happen to you. Over the course of a couple days with you out like a light he had taken to just staring at your face, so peaceful in rest. Like an angel. He fantasized about the things the two of you would do while you recovered. The life you might have in the future.

And, occasionally, how it would feel to slip into you. He had played it cool during the chats the two of you shared and during your date but he was terribly obsessed with the thought of being with you, even masturbating more than once to pictures of your face that were available on social media.

One late night after his shift he found himself with you in your room and couldn’t help but stare at your lips. They looked so supple and he couldn’t help but think to himself that they would feel amazing wrapped around his cock. He gently traced your lips with his thumb and actually considered for a moment pulling out his dick and using that instead.

He quickly brushed the fantasy aside though. Until he heard you very quietly, but very clearly, mumble his name in your sleep in a lusty way.

Hayes’s resolve broke in the face of temptation. After that how could he possibly resist? He quickly locked the door and brought his cock to your lips. The best he had hoped for was rubbing it on your lips then jacking off until he came on your mouth.

To his surprise you opened your mouth and began sucking it in a way that could only be described as eager. He had to double check to make sure that you were truly asleep. He moaned involuntarily as you took him in his entirety, expertly twirling your tongue around his cock head as you sucked him off.

The surgeon stroked your hair, letting you go at your own pace as you blew him.

////

In your dreams you had just gone on another outing with Hayes. It had gone even better than the first and he had come back home with you. After some time spent on the couch snuggled up with one another as you streamed some show that neither of you paid much attention to you ended up with your head on his lap and his cock out in front of you.

You sucked it happily, starting on the tip and making your way quickly down the shaft. Normally you would have taken your time, but you were spurred on by his encouraging moans and the sensation of him absently stroking your hair.

You sucked a bit faster in anticipation of your prize. And you were well rewarded with what you sought. His cock throbbed in your mouth as it gushed with cum. You gladly swallowed every drop before smiling and going back to innocently laying your head on his lap as he put away his manhood.

////

This dream had coincided with reality, it wasn’t even necessary for the doctor to clean his cock as you had swallowed every trace of what he had just done. He briefly felt regret but pushed it away, the two of you had chatted about sex before anyway, it was only a matter of time before you would be on his dick anyway. And it didn’t seem like your sleeping self had minded very much at all.

When you woke up a few hours later, groaning from pain and being informed of your situation by none other than Hayes himself who by wild coincidence was your surgeon, you couldn’t help but imagine the taste of cum in your mouth. As if your dream had been reality.

When you found out that Hayes had spent so much time at your side while you were incapacitated you were truly touched. What other man would do that after just a date and a month of chatting online? It went far beyond the duties of a doctor.

That was the tale of how your long lived romance with Hayes started, and you definitely made the dream you had come true many times over the years, never aware of what he had done while you were recovering.

[gffa]

I love your blog but I can't remember whether or not you're an author BUT I do remember that you know how characters are Supposed To Be.

So-

Do you have any tips on how to write Mace Windu?

Hi! I've written a few Star Wars fics, but probably not ones you've read. 😂 But here is what I would say about writing Mace Windu (or even just if you want to have fun discussing him, I'd love to know what others would say are the best ways to write him!): Mace is someone who is severe with an undercurrent of deep care, this is someone who is serious but whole-heartedly believes in helping others and doing the right thing as best he can. He is a Jedi to his core, which means he holds compassion as the highest value and there's a subtle warmth to him if you care to look. He will place his life on the line to help people, if others have done their best, he will acknowledge it, if they have something of value to add, he will turn to them and ask them to say what they have to say, he will make sure his clones get through a battle if there's any way he can help them, he will gently touch the Zillo beast's face to comfort it, he will jump down into a ravine and smile at a child who needs help, he will stop to ask baby Anakin if his chip removal scar is healing, he will patiently explain Jedi beliefs to him if he's not quite getting it, he will grump at Yoda that their campaign isn't going the way he'd like, but will still easily sit down and meditate with him and find comfort in that. He's not someone who is a big ray of sunshine, he's too serious for that, he has far too much responsibility on his shoulders and holds them with gravitas, he'll tell someone to take a seat if they're getting out of line (he has more patience with children, but adults he'll treat as adults), he's not going to coddle someone who isn't trying their best, but at the heart of him, he is someone who genuinely wants the best for people, who will wrestle with his anger over injustice and win over it because he has spent a lifetime wrangling his anger into compassion, because he truly believes in the Jedi path, and always do what he believes is right. He takes administrative politics seriously, because he knows that he can't just defy them without consequences that would hurt people in the long run, which may appear cold to others who don't really know him but fundamentally, Mace Windu is a deeply caring man who is trying to help as many people as he can, he has dedicated his life to helping all people, even those who would spit on him, he still does his best to understand their circumstances and find sympathy for them. (Like when Prosset Dibs fell to the dark side, tried to kill Mace and said that he would dance on the Jedi's graves, Mace's response was to say that it was their duty to help him back to the light and put him on archive duty, rather than any serious punishment.) Mace can occasionally crack a very dry joke, he does have a sense of humor, but it's fairly rare. He'll be curt if he's having a bad day, especially if someone is getting out of their lane at him, but not unfairly and never with cruelty. He's a phenomenal athlete even among the Jedi, he's brilliant at what he does, there's a reason he helps lead the Jedi, this is someone who embodies the very best of them. Admittedly, I'm biased because Mace is one of my favorite characters, so I'm less aware of his flaws (even if I'll defend why he's sometimes short with people, it's true that he can sometimes come off as abrasive and not as patient as he might in better times, but I think Mace should be allowed to have frayed nerves sometimes, too), but I do genuinely believe that Mace should be written as someone who is a very serious faced person but loves the galaxy so deeply that it's woven into his bones, who loves his culture and his people, who loves the people of the galaxy, who would give all of himself to help them.

[pocketsizedquasar-3]

[ID: 6 panels of a digitally drawn comic showing Daggoo doing twist-outs into Pip’s hair. Pip looks a little nervous through the process, with a warm & encouraging Daggoo, and by the end of it he looks at his reflection with surprised joy. More detailed IDs for each panel in alt.]

i finally finished what i was working on for @creatingblackcharacters’ Black History Month Challenge!

so for those who don’t know, for a few years now i’ve been working on adapting Moby Dick into a webcomic. as you might imagine, a text written by a white man in 1851 is oftentimes Very Racist with how it treats its characters of color, and this very much includes its Black characters, of which there are two of note in the cast, Daggoo and Pip. there are parts of the original text in which Melville tries (and even sometimes doesn’t completely fail) to say poignant things or critiques about racism in the text (and much of the text does very explicitly and intentionally deal w/ racism and racialized dynamics, something literally 99% of adaptations ignore), but for the most part, his nonwhite characters are flat, stereotypical, often violent, racist caricatures.

and i won’t get too much into that here (god knows i’ve rambled at LENGTH abt all of this many times & i will many more), because the point of this challenge is to share art about Black joy, but suffice to say that! I am doing my best to intentionally engage with the race & racism of the original text, whether it’s for characters of my own racial identity that Melville bastardizes (like Fedallah), or those of others (like his Black characters, Daggoo and Pip, and his Indigenous characters, and so on). It’s important to me not only to be in conversation with and to challenge Melville’s racism in my work, but also to allow these characters to be more than the one note racist stereotypes Melville writes them as.

So!!! that’s some long winded context, but here’s Daggoo doing Pip’s hair for him and showing him how! I’m extremely fond of Pip getting to be loved and cared for by others of the crew, especially the harpooners (of whom Dag is one). i just think Pip deserves his comically large number of dads who will care for him and make him feel safe and shelter him from the absolute Horror that is 19th century American Whaling (and the Horror that is their white crewmates!). i just think this little Black boy deserves love and joy 😭😭 and i think Daggoo deserves to be a soft, gentle caregiver who can give that to him.

I have lots more thoughts about this and about them and about their hair which i may expand on under a cut or in the tags, but because this is already getting so long!:

to my Black viewers, and my Black readers, you belong in classic literature spaces! you deserve to see yourselves represented thoughtfully and carefully in the ‘canon’ of literature, and to challenge when you aren’t, and be supported in your critiques! your contributions to both literature as a whole (whether “classic” or otherwise) and to literary analysis and critique are invaluable and irreplaceable, both when you discuss the racism in these works and spaces and when you engage in any other kind of analysis or creation. And I want you to be able to enjoy stories of all kinds without people brushing aside your existence or pretending your concerns are invalid or don’t matter because ~it’s a great classic!~ or ~it was a different time.~ your voices and your creations and your art matter.

& on the smallest scale, i hope at least to bring you a little bit of joy. 

I'm tagging some of my art friends! I know the lateness of this in the month means it’ll be hard for anyone to probably do anything of their own for the challenge, but hopefully y’all can still check out & support all the lovely art that’s already been made for this!! @coulson-is-an-avenger @fricklefracklefloof @layalu @brainwormterrarium @seaflying-fliptuna @rootscorrode @holocephal1 and anyone else who wants to!!

& thank you to Ice for making this wonderful challenge, and thank you for all the lovely, incredible work you do on @creatingblackcharacters. truly a blessing to this world 💖💖

anyway, some more notes, because i can’t help rambling:

i referenced a lot of images & videos of people doing twist outs for this but i wanna shout out the video i watched and rewatched and paused and zoomed in on the Most; it’s by kbmaria on YouTube and called “Twist Out on Short TWA 4C Hair | Big Chop Hairstyles”!! def go check her out :]

i loved looking up 1800s hair combs (and afro picks, though it seems they were all just called ‘combs’) & 1800s sleep bonnets for this! the details of the bonnets kind of got lost in simplification (they really do just look like modern ones but with more lace!) but drawing them and the comb was still fun. i also was looking up specifically a lot of Black hair care history and there is some really cool stuff about the original invention and spread of the hot comb (used for straightening hair) and Black people’s role in that (there’s again more i could get into but i won’t right now but do look it up if you’re interested! the library of congress has a good presentation article with sources about Black hair care history. much of it is later the timeline that’s relevant to these characters in particular, but still very interesting!)

i always defaulted to giving Daggoo an Afro when i designed him (mainly because he’s described with one in the book). over recent years, i’ve definitely thought more about this decision and about whether/how to incorporate different hairstyles into representing him. whaling is a…unique situation—long, long stretches of time (we’re talking months) of extreme lethargy with no tasks to do punctuated by unpredictable short bursts (days to weeks at a time) of incredibly high intensity, life threatening, and laborious work. it leaves lots of time to do more complicated, time-intensive hairstyles (which his hair definitely could benefit from in an environment where he’s getting very sweaty, sea-salty, and wet frequently!), but any of that time could be interrupted at any moment; it’s impossible to Plan for when the whale hunts happen and put your hair in a more protective style ahead of time. i don’t really have a specific answer to this yet, but it’s smthn i’m thinking about a lot and researching a lot! visual historical references we have (that i’ve seen at least) of Black sailors of this time tend to have their hair natural and short-cropped (which is how Pip keeps his), but i def want to draw more hairstyles on Dag at different points.

in any case, i do love the idea of him doing Pip’s hair for him (even if the style will be Very temporary due to the nature of their work — he’ll probably get wet very soon 😔) and showing him how to do different ones. starting with something maybe a little easier to do (like this twist out) and maybe showing more complex ones as time goes on.

as far as hair moisturizers go, ive also done a good amount of reading over the years of what kinds of hair moisturizers were available at diff time periods (did you know lots of victorian women used egg washes in their hair to keep it moisturized? i didn’t). i like to think that Dag keeps his own personal stash of natural oil of some kind — he may have access to coconut oil/cedarwood oil/smthn like that. and if he’s ever in a pinch, apparently whale oil is a fine hair moisturizer! and was even used in cosmetics in the 20th century! so hey. got plenty of that around lmao

i think that’s all i have to say for now lmao. thank you again Ice for making this challenge 💖💖

[absurdthirst]

The Woman He Needs {Dave York x Plus Sized!F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 18.7k

Warnings: Infidelity, dom/sub dynamic, unbalanced power dynamic, sugar baby/daddy-ish arrangement, body image issues, fat phobia, oral sex (male receiving), teasing, edging, rough sex, choking, cum play, mentions of a breeding kind, asphyxiation/ breath play, pregnancy, mentions of abortion, hints of violence, threats, demands to continue a pregnancy, confessions, Carol finds out, attack on a pregnant woman, divorce, happy endings

Comments: Dave York's assistant and very own personal sex toy, you are completely dedicated to giving him whatever he wants. Even knowing that he is married. Making it even more complicated when the situation changes.

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“Mr. York.” You knock on the door and open it less than an inch to see if your boss is busy. The file in your hand is one that he had requested, but that doesn’t mean that he’s not already on a conference call or something. He’s still wearing his suit jacket, not taken off yet but his tie is already pulled loose, a look that you love on the handsome DIA agent. He waves you in and you push the door open wider, knowing that you couldn’t fit through some small crack, you are too plump for that. “I have that file you wanted.” Dave York was a meticulous agent and often demanded information quickly. 

Dave looks up at you, a smirk on his face as he watches you set the file down on his desk. “Thank you.” He says, his eyes dragging down your figure. You’re wearing that dress he loves and you look fucking fantastic. “Shut the door.” He orders, setting his pen down and you shut the door behind you, leaning against it. “Come here.” He orders, pointing at the space in front of him beside his desk. You slowly walk over to him and stand before him as he turns his chair to face you. “Take them off.” He orders and your eyes widen, “take what off?” You ask, innocent eyes staring at him and he chuckles. “Those panties I bought you. Take. Them. Off.” He orders, “now.”

You bite your lip, cunt clenching at the authority in his tone. You know that he would strip them off of you if you refused, probably ripping them in the process and they are nice panties. It should be weird that your boss buys your underwear, but he fucks you enough that its almost his job to provide panties with as many as he ruins. “Yes sir.” You demure, bending down slightly as you reach under your dress to slide your panties down your thighs. 

Dave holds his hand out and you place the lace in his palm. “Good girl. Now, I want you to get under my desk and take my cock out. I have a call to make and it’s going to be boring. I don’t like being bored. I want you to entertain me.” He says, shoving the underwear in his desk drawer. “Are you going to keep me waiting?” He asks, eyebrows raised as you look at him a moment too long.

Your mouth waters, knowing exactly what he wants. The space under his desk will fit you, it’s been something that you’ve checked before. Dave wants you to suck his cock while he’s on the phone and you glance back at the door. It’s a good thing you had set the phone system to go to messages, knowing that he could have you under his desk for hours. Moving over to the desk, you kneel down to crawl underneath. 

Dave is already half hard for you. Your perfume he bought you wafting into his office from your desk right outside coupled with your sweet voice over the phone has him ready for you. You fumble slightly as you work his pants open and you pull his half hard cock out. “Shit.” Dave grunts when you wrap your fingers around his length. He scans his email, looking for the number he needs to call while he hardens in your grip.

You love when he is filthy. Picking up his desk phone and starting to punch in numbers while you stroke his cock until he’s fully hard. “Don’t fucking play around.” He growls, making you smirk slightly under his desk and take your hand away to spit in it, wrapping around his cock again and slicking him up. He grunts at the wetness and you lean forward to press your tongue to the slit. Wondering if he had fucked Carol last night, it was Thursday and she always wanted sex after watching Grey’s Anatomy.

“Hey, Davis. Just wanted to follow up with the reports from the latest mission. Yeah, I got my secretary to type it - shit - sorry. Yeah, she’s a good girl.” Dave groans slightly on the last part, your mouth engulfing his cock and he makes a fist as he grips the phone. Your mouth is so fucking hot and wet around his cock. Carol didn’t jump him last night and he was grateful but he’s pent up and ready to cum.

You preen quietly around his cock, knowing that praise was meant for you. Taking him deeper into your mouth and down your throat before you swallow around his length. Loving the way he twitches on your tongue. You’re going to drip onto the carpet under his desk, sucking his cock always making you wet. It’s why he took your panties, he loves seeing how wet you get from pleasuring him. Calling you his filthy, cock hungry whore. You love it. Your body isn’t slim and perfect, you’re plus sized but Dave loves fucking you for some reason.

Dave exhales deeply through his nose, listening to Davis ramble on about the logistics of the mission and the financials but Dave doesn’t give a fuck. He just needs to get this call out of the way. He reaches down to caress your cheek, loving the way he can feel the bulge of his cock against your skin. “Yeah. I think that’s a good move.” He tells Davis and he tells you as you hollow your cheeks around him.

He’s already starting to throb on your tongue, the taste of his pre-cum smearing around your mouth. He must be pent up. Him and Carol obviously didn’t have sex yesterday and so you want to make this good for him. You know you don’t have Dave, he’s married, he has a family. But he wants you for now, so you try to give him everything he wants from you sexually.

“Just like that.” He tells Davis and you. Davis is reciting the wording on the report and you are blowing him with an expertise that Dave taught you from that first time. You moan around his cock and he twitches in your mouth. He’s so close. His hand slides lower to your throat, gripping it slightly and his grip on the phone tightens.

It’s his signal that he’s about to cum. Your cunt clenches around nothing as you try to open your throat as much as possible. If Dave is already about to cum, he’s either pent up from stress or he didn’t fuck Carol last night. Either way, you are about to get a thick load of cum spurting down your throat and he would be mad if you let one drop get on his pants or your dress. You reach up and squeeze his thigh, already starting to swallow around him as you bob on his cock. 

Dave grunts while Davis rambles down the line about the report but Dave's cock twitches as he starts to cum down your throat. You swallow around him, making him close his eyes as he grips the phone and his grip on your neck tightens as he feels you swallowing every damn drop. "Fuck, that's good." He grunts and Davis says down the line, "thanks, boss."

His salty seed slides down your throat and you moan quietly around his length. Careful not to be too loud so Davis wouldn’t hear. Gasping when he finally quits cumming and you pull off his cock. Holding him gently and pulling out a handkerchief to dry him off so you can tuck him back into his pants and wipe your mouth. 

Dave inhales deeply, “I gotta go Davis. Sounds like you got it handled.” Dave slams the phone down and pulls back from his desk, looking down at you as you lick your lips. “Sit on my desk and spread your legs, sweetheart.” He orders, “I wanna see how wet you got sucking my cock.”

It’s hard to smirk as you are crawling out from under a desk, but you manage. Standing up and sitting on the edge of his desk as you slide your dress up to show Dave your soaked cunt. You could feel how slick you are as you moved and you know he will be very pleased. “Soaked,” you coo softly, your throat a little rough from deepthroating his cock. 

Dave hums, admiring your slick folds, and his hands slide along your thick thighs, squeezing the flesh as he leans in to smell the heady scent of your arousal. “So wet for me. You look like you need me to make you cum.” He coos, sliding his fingers through your wet folds. Your moan makes him chuckle and he pulls his fingers away. “Baby…” You whine and he slaps your pussy. “You know what to call me.” He growls and you pant, “sir. Please.” He loves hearing you beg but he loves to leave you squirming even more. He slaps your pussy again, your slick on his palm, “back to work. I want that report from Davis proofread before I get it.”

You whimper, loving and hating how you are being denied. “Yes sir.” You agree breathlessly, standing on wobbly legs, pressing your thick thighs together. You push your dress down. “May I have my panties back?” You ask, nodding when he just stares at you. You’re not getting them back obviously. “I’ll get right on that, sir.”

Dave smirks when you exit his office, gingerly walking from the arousal slicking up your thighs. He loves working you up, making you beg him to fuck you. A few hours pass by and Dave calls your name, “I want my lunch. Can you get it for me?” He asks, knowing you’ll rush out to get it but he’s not hungry for that sandwich he gets most days from down the street. No, he wants you. He’s hungry for you.

“Yes sir.” You quickly lock your computer and stand to go into his office. Most days you know his order by heart, but you always double check in case he has a craving for something different. Gathering your purse and your keys, you knock on his door frame and try not to smile when he looks up from his computer. “Would you like your regular order?” You ask softly. 

Dave raises his eyebrows, pleased that you ask in case he wants to try something else. “The usual will suffice.” He says coolly and you nod, spinning around. His eyes drop down to your ass and he watches you leave. He licks his lips and turns back to his computer, continuing to read the file on his next op.

Running down to the deli that Dave loves gives you a chance to get in your steps. Deciding to walk instead of driving, changing from your heels to your tennis shoes for the exercise. You constantly ignore the dismissive looks, the skepticism as you hustle by. You’ll order Dave his sandwich and a salad for yourself. 

When you return, Dave looks up to see you carrying his sandwich into his office and he smirks at you, "thanks, sweetheart." He takes the sandwich from you, "go take your lunch and come back here when you're done." He orders, loving the way you nod and hustle out of the room.

You eat at your desk. Aware that Dave could call for you at any moment, that he could need something. Even when you are taking lunch, you know that anything could interrupt that at any point. DIA issues don’t conform to normal hours. Pulling out your own container, you push away the salad dressing, knowing you don’t need the extra calories. Your bottle of water is what you will drink with it, keeping everything as nutritious as possible. 

Dave finishes his sandwich, balling up the wrapper and tossing it into the trash and he decides to grab a coffee. You will be eating and he doesn't want to interrupt you on your break. He makes his way out of his office and sees you sitting at your desk with a salad, dressing on the side. "How the hell can you eat a salad without dressing?" He asks, leaning against the door frame.

You look over at him, lifting a brow at his obvious disdain for your meal. “One bite at a time.” You hum, forking up another bite of the undressed greens and chew, looking up at him. He’s so sexy as he leans there and you wonder again why the hell he touches you. Sure, he’s not as fit as he was when he first joined the DIA, but he was still in much better shape than you have ever been. “It’s healthy and I need to watch my calories.” You smirk slightly. “Already got my protein.” 

Dave scoffs, pushing off of the door frame and he strides over to your desk. He picks up the small pot of dressing and opens it, pouring it over your salad. "Life is too short to eat boring ass leafy greens. You are fucking perfect like you are. Eat your salad with the dressing to be healthy but enjoy your food." He says, setting the empty pot down on your desk.

You stare at him for a moment, wondering why he would ruin your lunch like that. “Okay.” You put your fork down and pick up your water bottle. “Are you needing something else, sir?” You ask politely, taking a drink of water. “You are waiting on me to finish?” 

"Take your time. I do want to see you in my office after you're done." He says and decides to use the bathroom while you are finishing your lunch. "Eat up, sweetheart. You need the energy." He winks and makes his way to the bathroom down the hall.

You smirk slightly, knowing what that means and you quickly toss the rest of the salad in the trash. Rushing off to the bathroom yourself since you are sure that Dave will want to fuck you when you get back to his office. He’s quicker than you, already behind his desk once more when you come back to the hallway outside his door where your desk is positioned. “You wanted to see me?” You ask, slightly breathless after hurrying through your own bathroom ritual. 

Dave nods, his expression serious, and he gestures to the door, "come in and lock it." He demands, watching as you follow his order. "Come here and pull your dress up. I want you to sit on my desk, spread your legs." He orders, his cock twitching in his pants.

You walk towards the desk, pulling up your dress as you go and ignoring the way you imagine your thighs jiggle as you do. Watching as he pushes back from the desk to allow you to move past him and sit on it like you had earlier. Thankful that the desk is sturdy enough to hold you, not even creaking when you sit down and spread your legs like you had been ordered. It’s good it wasn’t one of those glass top things, it would never have supported you. 

Dave’s dark eyes trail along your figure down to your pussy. God, you look delicious and he wants to devour you but right now, he wants to tease you. His fingers trail along your thighs until he is sliding them through your folds. “Want you to keep quiet and cum on my fingers.” He demands, rubbing your clit with his thick digits.

Your eyes close, head tilting back as you suppress a moan. Burying it deep inside, but you love the way his thick fingers caress your skin. Knowing exactly how to touch you from the second time he had fucked you. It’s wrong, but you don’t care when he pulls orgasms out of you as easily as he does. You are a distraction, a comfort to him when he can do the things to you that he can’t or won’t do to his wife and in return, you get mind blowing pleasure. You bite your lip, holding the edge of the desk to keep from rocking forward to meet his fingers, knowing he wouldn’t like you to try to take control. 

Dave watches your eyelashes flutter as he pushes two thick digits into your tight cunt. You moan softly and he curls them inside of you, twisting his wrist so he can press his thumb to your clit. He loves how you take whatever he gives you. You take it with a moan like a depraved whore. His whore.

He’s going to let you cum. Your next moan is bitten off and you press your lips together to keep quiet. You can’t let anyone passing by hear what he’s doing to you in this office. Leaning back onto his desk even more while he does what he wants with you. “Dave.” you whimper breathlessly. 

He watches you with a smirk, pumping his fingers into your needy pussy and he loves the way you struggle to keep quiet. “You gotta be quiet. Otherwise everyone in the office will know what a slut you are for me. How you take your boss’s cock.”

He loves mocking you. Making fun of how desperate you get for him. Smirking as he stands over you, his fingers buried inside you and looking as if he could be doing anything. You bite your lip harder as he curls his fingers up and presses against that spongy spot deep inside you. 

Dave pumps his fingers a little faster, loving the way your jaw drops and he focuses on that spot that makes your thighs shake. He loves watching you take what he gives you without complaint. Carol would be moaning about how he “isn’t getting the right spot” or “your fingers aren’t thick enough.” You take what he gives you and you fucking love it.

You swear that you are surprised you don’t leave an impression on the desk from where your fingers dig in, you hold it so tight. Hanging on for dear life while he pumps those thick fingers deep into your cunt and makes you feel like the rubber band in your stomach is about to break. “D-Dave.” you gasp out, wanting permission to cum and you are so close now that your thighs are shaking. 

“That’s it, sweetheart. Always so good for me. Always so fucking good. Want you to cum for me.” He demands, curling his fingers a little more and you break for him. You bite down on your lip and clench down on his fingers, your head thrown back and he chuckles as you whine quietly.

Dave never immediately pulls his fingers away when you cum, something you are eternally grateful for. Enjoying the trembling aftershocks as he works you through your high and pulls pleasure from you like a skilled surgeon. Fingering you until your walls are done quivering.

He loves the way you slump slightly and he withdraws his fingers from your pussy. “Gonna fuck you now. And you are gonna take what I give you. Take my cock out.” He demands, reaching out to squeeze your tits through your dress.

You whimper, enjoying the rough squeeze and fumble with his belt to pull his hard cock out of his pants. Wrapping your hand around it and pumping it firmly even though it is fully hard from making you cum. Still unable to believe he wants to fuck you.

He bats your hand away after letting go of your tits, and he shuffles closer, pressing the head of his cock to your folds. He pushes into you with a groan and he surges forward to press his lips to your neck when he’s pressing against your cervix.

You whimper, closing your eyes and your hands hold onto his shoulders. Squeezing him tight in your cunt and enjoying the way he groans and twitches inside you. “Fuck.” You gasp quietly, “so good, Dave.”

He grabs your hands, pulling your arms behind your back, and he keeps your wrists together. He arches your back and kisses down your neck, biting on the juncture of your shoulder where it can be hidden by your sensible cardigan. “You always take me so fucking well.” He groans just as the phone rings. “Keep quiet.” He demands, keeping your wrists in his grip and he reaches for the phone, picking it up with his free hand. “York.” He answers and he hears the voice of his wife. “Hey, baby. I wondered what you wanted for dinner tonight.” She coos and Dave continues rocking into you. “The girls said something about meatloaf.” He says nonchalantly as he fucks you a little harder.

You grit your teeth, trying not to make a sound as Dave casually talks to his wife with his cock buried inside you. It’s both thrilling and insulting at the same time, making you wish you had the guts to moan. You curl your hands into fists and bare down on his cock as hard as you can as he fucks you.

Dave chokes at the way you grip his cock inside of you, and he gives you a warning look. “Behave.” He mouths and you smirk, clenching around him again. He shakes his head and continues to discuss dinner with Carol. “Yeah. I won’t be late. Okay, honey. See you later. Yeah, I love you too. Bye.” He says and slams the phone down in the cradle, “you’re a naughty girl.” He tuts, gripping your chin in his hand. “Open your mouth.” He demands and you don’t obey him right away. He squeezes your jaw, forcing you to open your mouth, and he leans closer to spit in your mouth.

You moan quietly, loving how filthy he is when he pushes your mouth closed. “Swallow it.” He orders, snapping his hips forward harshly and making you choke as you swallow his spit. His cock is splitting you in two and you can’t help but wonder how he has the fucking stamina to fuck both you and Carol all the time. You know that if his cock is this good she must want it all the time. You do.

He loves the way you submit to him, take what he gives you without complaint. He hisses your name and lets go of your jaw and your wrists to grab your thighs, lifting them higher on his hips so he can sink deeper inside of you. “You are a dirty slut. My dirty slut. Say it. Tell me who you are.” He demands, narrowing his eyes at you.

“Yours.” You whimper instantly. “Your dirty slut, all yours.” You are breathless when he pushes your legs back, your tits jiggling from the force of his thrusts and you can’t even look over your stomach to watch his cock disappearing into your cunt, but you can feel it. “Your slut, only yours.”

He looks down at where you are taking him. You always take him so well. You are tight and wet and you let him do what he wants to you. Carol doesn’t like anything except missionary and he’s a man who gets easily bored. “That’s right. Mine.” He growls, thrusting harder.

You have to slap your hand over your mouth when you squeal, not wanting anyone to hear you. Taking his rough thrusts and loving how his cock shreds up inside you. He always hits perfectly and you feel your body tensing again, close to another orgasm.

He should deny your orgasm but he doesn’t want to. He needs to keep you sweet. He needs you to want him, to need him. He likes being needed. His cock twitches inside of you, and he slides his hand down to rub your clit, wanting to feel you clamp down on his cock.

“Dave….Dave.” Your whimpers are barely audible, but you know he hears them over the slick sounds of his cock pounding into your cunt. “Fuck baby, oh god.” Your eyes close the second your body locks up, convulsing under his as his fingers throw you over the edge. Shaking apart on his desk violently as your orgasm crashes through you.

Your orgasm makes him groan, eyes closing at how tight you squeeze him, soaking his cock enough to make the slick sounds of sex even louder in the small office. “Shit. That’s it. That’s - you’re such a good girl for me.”

You bask in his praise, soaking it up to hold onto when you’re alone tonight and Dave is with his picture perfect family. You shouldn’t be jealous, but you are and his praises help soothe that beast inside you. You whimper again, wanting to feel him cum. To drip him for the rest of the night until you clean up. “Dave.”

He grunts as he pushes into you, his cock pulsing as he gets closer to his climax. “Fuck. So fucking tight.” He hisses as you clench around him again and he pants, nostrils flaring as he thrusts deep. “Shit. I’m gonna cum and you’re gonna take it all. Fill that pussy up.” He hisses as he thrusts deep and throbs, painting your walls with his cum.

You whine in absolute delight at the heat that floods you. It won’t be as much as when you sucked his cock, but it’s enough to ruin your panties if he gives them back. You sigh softly, trying to catch your breath as you watch him ride out his orgasm, jaw clenched and eyes dark.

Dave closes his eyes as he twitches inside of you. Fuck, you are so goddamn good around him. He loves how you take whatever he gives you. He groans as he withdraws from you, his cum pooling at your entrance already and he reaches into his drawer to pull out your panties. "Want you to put these on and keep my cum in you until you go home."

“Yes sir.” You take the panties from him, climbing off the desk and quickly slipping them on. Taking a moment to fix your appearance so you can go back out to your desk and gather your things. It’s time to go home and you know he needs to leave quickly to spend time with his daughters. “Anything else you need, Mr. York?” You ask professionally. “Or may I go home for the evening?”

Dave tucks himself away, buckling his belt. "You can go home for the night. Tomorrow, I want you to wear that red number I bought you." He smirks and walks over to you, gripping your chin before you open the door, "and keep your weekend free. Carol is taking the girls to her mom's house so I want to come to yours and spread you out on that mattress I bought you and keep you there until the sheets are soaked."

Your just fucked cunt clenches and you nod while he still holds your chin. “Yes sir.” You agree breathlessly, knowing he would be rough and making it hard for you to walk by the time he’s through with you. He will walk into your house like he owns it, because he does. He had bought a house and installed you in it, claiming your apartment was a piece of shit and he didn’t want to get robbed when he wanted to come over and fuck you. “All weekend?”

"Alllll weekend." He confirms, "Carol will be gone and I want you to be ready for me. I am going to use that little pussy until you beg me to stop. And you never beg me to stop, do you baby? You are fucking desperate for my cock." He chuckles, caressing your cheek.

Your cheek burns under his hand, knowing that it’s pathetic how badly you crave him. He’s making fun of you again and like the masochist you are, you enjoy it. Knowing that he is somehow addicted to you because of it. “I am.” You agree quietly. “Always want your cock.”

He loves to hear that. Loves the way your lower lip quivers at the admittance and he chuckles, rubbing your lower lip with his thumb. “Prepare your ass for me. That’s what I want first when I come over Friday night.” He demands, knowing you have the toys he bought for you to keep at your house.

Biting your lip, you nod. Distracting yourself from trying to lean in to kiss Dave. He sometimes didn’t want to kiss you and after he pushed you away that first time, you’ve refrained from trying again. Feeling humiliated enough at being reminded that you are just a fuck for him. “Yes sir.” You agree and feel proud when he smiles. “You should go home.” You remind him softly. “The girls will be eager to see you.”

“Carol is waiting. She made meatloaf and I fucking love her meatloaf.” He smirks and lowers his hand from your cheek. “See you tomorrow, sweet cheeks.” He winks and grabs his jacket from his chair, shrugging it on and he grabs his briefcase. “Text me a photo of your cum filled cunt when you get home. Gimme something to think about when Carol wants me to fuck her later.”

Your smile tightens but he doesn’t notice, because you’ve turned your back to head out to your desk. “Yes sir.” You answer, as if there would be any other answer to give him. You don’t deny Dave, ever. Gathering your own coat and purse, you busy yourself with getting ready to leave as he walks out of his office. “Good night.” You murmur, expecting him to just walk past to the elevator.

Dave winks at you as he walks past you and down the hall to the elevator. You gather your things, walking gingerly as his cum slicks your panties, and you manage to catch the elevator just as Dave and a few others from the floor step on. Dave and you end up pushed towards the back and his hand wastes no time finding your ass under your dress. “Big plans for the weekend, York?” One of the guys asks Dave who clicks his tongue, “oh yeah. Gonna be practically orgasmic. Lying in bed all day.” Dave chuckles and the others snort, “yeah. I prefer getting some extra z’s in than sex nowadays.” Dave nods, “same here man.” He squeezes your ass as the bell rings for the ground floor. “See you all tomorrow.” The guys say as they filter out of the elevator and Dave smacks your ass before he steps away from you, not looking back as he heads to his car to go home to his wife and kids.

Walking to your own car, you unlock it and climb behind the wheel, taking your time to get comfortable. You don’t have to rush home, needing to stop by the grocery store for the low fat creamer you like and find something to eat. Scrambled eggs and cottage cheese maybe. Who knows, but you damn sure won’t be eating meatloaf.

Dave is watching television with the girls before they have their baths and he is tapping his fingers on his chair. You still haven’t sent him the photo he asked for. He picks up his phone after Carol disappears into the kitchen to clean up, and he texts you ‘where’s my pussy?’

You’re reading a book when the text comes in and you curse. Completely forgetting all about Dave’s picture. You almost text him back and tell him to ask his wife for one but you peel off your panties and spread your thighs to take a picture for your boss. You hit send and sigh softly, picking up your book again.

Dave’s phone beeps and he unlocks it, smirking at the sight of your creamy cunt. He loves that you still have it inside of you. He doesn’t respond back, Carol asks him to help with the girls so he sets his phone aside and gets him into bed. “They’re asleep.” He announces as he unbuttons his shirt. Carol smirks at him and shrugs off her robe, showing Dave the lacy nightie she’s wearing underneath. He wants to roll his eyes at the way she thinks she is so sexy but he can’t help but think you’d look sexier. With a sigh, he strips off and does his husbandly duty but he cums thinking of you and your creamy cunt, not of the woman beneath him.

Your bed is large, empty. Dave had insisted on a king bed when he bought it for you. Not that you had asked him for one. When you had moved in, you had the full sized bed that would fit in your tiny apartment. Dave had come over to christen the house and complained about what a piece of shit the bed was. The next weekend, another was being delivered. It’s comfortable, and it makes you think of Dave every time you crawl between the sheets. Wondering if he had the same bed at his house. With a sigh, you turn off the light and settle down. You have already set out the red outfit Dave wanted you to wear tomorrow.

****

Dave smirks when he sees you wearing the red dress the next morning when he comes into work but he doesn’t call you into his office. He wants you to squirm in your seat, preparing for the weekend. He likes to keep you on his toes. He calls your name and you enter his office, eyebrows raised in anticipation, “coffee?” He asks, lifting up his empty cup.

“Right away.” You know that he could get his own coffee, that was probably the second cup he’s already had, but you take the mug from his hand. It’s one you had gotten him as a little silly Boss Appreciation Day gift. It says ‘World’s Okayest Boss’. You had enjoyed the spanking he gave you that afternoon. Really enjoyed it.

Dave watches you leave the room and smirks to himself, knowing he’s going to have fun stripping that dress off of your body. When you come back with his coffee, he thanks you without looking up from his computer. He likes to blow hot and cold, keeping you on your toes.

You roll your eyes as you walk back to your desk and sit down. Amused with yourself for expecting him to act differently. He does this all the time, it’s like a little game and you allow him to pull you like a puppeteer pulling the strings. You shake off the interaction and pick up your own coffee to blow on while you start on your own work.

Dave ignores you for the rest of the day, getting his own lunch from the fridge that he brought from home, and he watches you as you answer the phone and sort through his mail. He can't wait to pull you apart this weekend, spend his time on your body until you're begging him to let you cum. When the end of day comes around, Dave groans as he stretches and grabs his briefcase, "I gotta head home and say goodbye to the girls. Be ready for eight." He orders, striding off to the elevator without looking back at you.

You huff slightly, slowly shutting down your own computer and gathering your things. Annoyed at how he’s ignored you and now expects you to jump to his whims. Still, you make your way home and climb into a bath, starting to get ready for him.

Dave waves goodbye to Carol and the kids as they back onto the road and he blows them a kiss as Carol pulls away from the house. He stands there for a few minutes before he heads back into the house to lock it up. It doesn't take long for him to grab his weekend bag and get into his car, making his way to your place for the weekend, a wicked smirk on his face when he pulls up outside of the home he bought you.

You had really debated if you should put the red dress back on after he had ignored you all day. Part of you wanted to change into sweats to spite him, to be comfortable. Still, you are fixing dinner for yourself, wearing the red dress. Unable to not disappoint him, despite yourself.

Dave lets himself into the home using the keypad, setting his bag down and he makes his way into the kitchen to find you cooking and the radio playing. "You being good to yourself?" He asks, wanting to make sure you aren't just having lettuce leaves like you tend to do.

“Hey.” You turn and give him a smile before looking back at the pan on the stove. “You didn’t say if you were eating with the girls, so I did some steaks.” They are resting in the oven while you finish sautéeing the green beans. “Steak and green beans sound good?” You ask. “You said to be prepared for a long night.”

Dave comes over to grab your hips, pressing himself against you. “You’re gonna need all the energy you can get.” He smirks against your neck as he leans in to kiss along your skin. “You’re such a good girl.” He coos, squeezing your ass.

Your mild annoyance at Dave fades when he starts to press against you. Tilting your head as you sautée the green beans so he can have more access to your skin. “Have you eaten?” You manage breathlessly, hoping that he will share a meal with you.

“No. Definitely haven’t had my dessert.” His hand slides around your stomach and up to your breast to squeeze. “You gonna feed me, baby girl? Make sure I got enough energy to fuck you into that mattress I bought you? Make sure you can barely fucking walk on Monday when you come into the office?”

“Yes.” It’s pathetic how you whimper, but his words make your cunt clench. The possessiveness in his tone lets you pretend you are actually his. That this isn’t some kind of game to him. A thrill he gets to have when his wife isn’t around. “I want that.”

Dave chuckles at the pathetic way you whimper and his hand squeezes your breast. “Finish making dinner like a good girl and then I expect you kneeling on your bed in that lacy number I bought you last week.” He murmurs against your cheek.

You hate that lingerie. It shows off how big you are. Your rolls on display and all your cellulite exposed. You had cried when you tried it on and had told Dave that you had been too tired to even open the bag. It feels like it was meant to humiliate you and you don’t want to put it on but you can’t deny him. “Okay.”

Dave grins, “good girl. Now, let’s eat. You’ll need your energy. I am planning to keep you in that bed all fucking weekend. Carol was boring as shit, laying there like a goddamn fish on ice. Need you to show me how good it can be.” He coos, stepping away from you so you can finish cooking.

You should hate how he talks about his wife, how he plays it off like you’re better. But you actually love it. Making you feel like you are giving Dave what he needs, even if you know you’re not. He’s just telling you what you want to hear, to make you feel justified in letting this man completely ruin you for anyone else. You’re completely in love with him and you can’t ever have him. You push that thought away and plate up the steaks and green beans. Bringing it over to the table with the wine already opened, like this is some kind of at home date for the two of you.

Dave groans when he sees the steak, cooked to a perfect medium rare, and he lifts his glass up to you when you are sitting down. “To a perfect weekend.” He toasts and winks when you clink your glass against his. He knows it’s wrong to keep you like this. To make you feel like it’s a relationship but this is his escape. You know him, the dark parts of him that Carol never sees, you don’t judge him for it.

Dinner is eaten quickly, both of you hungry and you preen when Dave groans over the meal you had prepared. Soon enough, you are quickly loading the dishes in the dishwasher and rushing to the bedroom to put on the dreaded lingerie that Dave is so eager to see you in. Even if you don’t like it, the fact that he wants to see you in it makes you strip out of the red dress and put it on, kneeling on the bed just like he had ordered after you had lit some candles and turned the lights down.

Dave takes his time washing up in the guest bathroom. He removes his shoes and socks, unbuttoning his shirt a little and splashing his face with water. He makes his way down the hall and opens your bedroom door, groaning at the sight that greets him. "Fuck. You look - baby girl, this is - Jesus. I fucking love it." He growls, striding over to the bed and he reaches out to grab your stomach, loving how every inch of you is on display.

You don’t wince, but you want to. Hating that he automatically went for the part of you that is least attractive. He seems to not care about the flabbiness, or he acts like he doesn’t care. Maybe he thinks that if he pretends to love your body, you will do whatever he wants. Stupidly correct since you will do what he wants anyway. You lick your lips and wonder what he has planned for you tonight.

He loves your body. A perfect example of softness and femininity in his eyes. You are plush and take everything he gives you. He groans your name and slides his hand up to squeeze your tit through the lace. "Looks so pretty for me."

Dave’s hands are large and they perfectly cup your tits. You enjoy the roughness that is tempered sometimes, but you love when he comes back from missions. Especially if they haven’t gone to plan. He’s feral, harsh, demanding on those nights. Often coming to you to fuck away the stress before he even goes home to his family. Almost always, you have to take off the next day because you are so sore, although it’s Dave sending you home instead of you calling in. “Just for you.” You promise, looking up at him.

He loves that look in your eyes, the one that tells him you’ll give him everything if he requests it. He groans and leans in to kiss along your neck, his hands reaching down to unclasp your bra, wanting to see your tits on display and out of the lace he bought you.

Even if you believe it’s an act on his part, he makes you feel beautiful. His hands worship you in their rough, eager way. You moan when he cups your breasts, pinching the nipples after he drags the straps of the bra down your arms and tosses it aside. The lace panties are barely there, hidden under the rolls of flesh and getting soaked by your arousal. “Dave.” You plea, wanting more, wanting him. Anything he will give you. 

He chuckles, letting go of your breast to grip your chin, “patience. You’re not in charge. Who’s in charge?” He asks with a click of his tongue. “You are, sir.” You say and he hums, “that’s right. I’m in charge.” He leans in to bite your chin before he ducks his head and bites down hard on your nipple. His hands are squeezing your ass to drag you closer to his body.

You whine softly, closing your eyes as the pain and pleasure mingle and you give up any kind of resistance to him. You want him to take what he wants, do what he wants with you. You will let him do anything he wants to you, and he loves that. Your body trembles as his tongue soothes the bite and then he moves over to your other breast, biting just as hard. Another whimpered moan escapes your lips and you pant quietly. 

His hand slides down over your stomach, squeezing the flesh before he snakes his fingers into your panties, the lace giving way to his touch, and he quickly finds your clit to rub slow circles on it.

“Baby…” You moan, cunt clenching around nothing and you love how he just knows exactly how to touch you. He might slap your pussy or spit in your mouth, but the way he touches your clit shows you that he knows what he’s doing with your body. It’s not the careless, fumbling swipes of his fingers like past lovers. He’s methodical and it always tears you to pieces. 

“That’s it. Want you to cum just like this. Get that pussy nice and wet for me. Wanna make you feel good tonight. Tomorrow, I won’t be so kind. Want you to feel good tonight, baby girl.” He murmurs, rubbing your clit a little faster.

Multiple days are rare so you will take everything you can get. It will help when the weekends are lonely and you are bombarded with social media posts with the happy York family in your notifications. “Dave.” You moan, sliding your hands up to cup your tits. “So good. It feels so good\ baby.” 

He leans back to watch you squeeze your tits. “I want to watch you touch yourself.” He reaches for the lace of your panties and rips them like they are paper. “Want you to lay down and show me how you touch my cunt when I’m not here.” He demands, reaching up to begin unbuttoning his shirt.

You moan, shifting to lay down and you spread your legs. Most of the time you use a wand, so you open the bedside drawer but Dave tuts. “Use your fingers.” He orders, making you close the drawer and you slide your fingers down to part your puffy folds and press your index finger to your clit.

He groans as he watches you touch yourself. It’s a sight he never gets tired of. He shrugs off his shirt and lets it drop to the floor, his cock pressing against his zipper and he slowly pulls his belt out of the loops after he unbuckles it.

You bite your lip, wondering if he will spank you with his belt tomorrow. He's only done that once before and you were gingerly sitting down for days, even with the cooling cream he had spread over your generous cheeks. “Not as good as you.” You whine, rubbing your clit faster. “Nothing is as good as you.”

“That’s damn right. Only I can make you squeal.” He smirks and unbuttons his pants but he doesn’t pull his cock out. He watches you with dark eyes, “you’re so sexy.” He murmurs, leaning in closer to watch you touch yourself.

You don’t believe that, but your body responds to the praise. Arching up and spreading your legs wider as your fingers work over your swollen nub of pleasure. “Baby, baby touch me.” You beg quietly.

He tuts, shaking his head. “No. I want you to keep going.” He orders and you whine in protest but he reaches out to smack your thigh, loving the way it jiggles. He doesn’t want you to cum yet. He wants you to work yourself up. “So fucking gorgeous.” He murmurs, knowing he needs to tell you that more. You deserve the praise. 

Your eyes slip closed and you start to slowly rock your hips down. Pushing against your fingers and you wish it was Dave. Needing his touch because you can smell him. Dave has a unique scent that you are obsessed with.

He shifts down onto his stomach, his face hovering near your pussy, and he inhales your heady scent as you rub your clit. “Look at me.” He demands, gripping your thighs to push them further apart.

Your eyes instantly pop open, looking down at him between your thighs to see him so close to your cunt. You moan, clenching around nothing again and you wonder if this will be the rare treat of him eating you out.

Dave loves the way you rub your clit and he wants you to feel good. He needs to show you some intimacy every once in a while because it keeps you happy. He can’t be mean to you all the time. He shuffles closer, his dark eyes on you as he bats your hand away and leans in to slide his tongue through your folds, flicking over your clit.

“Dave!” You squeal in surprise, cutting yourself off with a long moan when he drags his tongue through your folds again. “Oh fuck.” You gasp out, ready to do whatever he wants as long as he keeps using his tongue on you. “Fuck.”

He smirks against your folds, loving the way you moan and he laps at you again, determined to make you cum like this. To show you how good he can be. He laps at your clit and his fingers dig into your fleshy thighs, loving the feel of you.

“Fuck Dave.” You whimper his name again, lost in the sensations of his mouth on your cunt. You’ve pleasured him countless times and while he’s always made you cum- except for times he was denying you- you rarely get this kind of treatment. Making you shiver in anticipation of what is to come.

Dave laps at your clit before he slides his tongue down, pushing it into your weeping cunt with a groan. Fuck, you taste so sweet. Always tastes so sweet. He slides his hand up your thigh so he can press his thumb to your clit, rubbing circles on the sensitive bundle of nerves while his tongue curls deep inside of you.

Your fingers tangle into the sheets with a low moan, force of habit keeping you quieter than you know he would probably like. You’re home, you can be as loud as you want. Whimpering as he tongue fucks you, your walls soaking his face as you grind against him.

He can’t see your face like this but he wants to hear you. He pulls back for a second, “want to hear you. Moan for me, baby.” He demands before he dives back in to push his tongue deep inside of you.

It’s like you needed his permission, moans spilling out of you in increasing volume. Letting yourself go and making sure he knows how much you love his tongue buried in your cunt. “Fuck! Fuck baby, you’re so good. So fucking good to me.”

He loves to hear how much you love it. He wants you to be addicted to him, to need him. He loves hearing you moan his name, he wants you to want him. His tongue curls deeper, his cheeks pressed against your thighs as he tries to taste more of you, his thumb rubbing your clit a little faster.

“Oh god.” You whimper, eyes squeezing shut as you pull at the bedsheets. “It’s so- it’s too much.” You gasp, so close to the edge. A few more swipes of his thumb and you are crying out, clenching around his tongue as you soak his face.

He hisses as you clamp down on his tongue, loving the way you cry out so beautifully. Carol never reacts like that. She’s so cold and emotionless. Probably why he married her. Less complicated. Yet now he yearns for your noises, your thrashing from pleasure. He fucking loves it.

He works you through it. Continuing to lavish your cunt with attention until you are wrung dry. Almost overstimulated and your thighs try to close around his head, but you don’t dare. The last time you tried to deny him, he had tied you to the bed.

Dave smirks against your thighs as you finish trembling around him. Fuck, he loves the way you take whatever he gives you. You’re gorgeous and he wants you to believe it, even if he controls your life. He wants you to know that you are desirable. He pulls back from your pussy, chuckling at the way you whine slightly and he slaps at your sensitive folds, “hands and knees.” He demands, pulling his cock out of his pants and he doesn’t take them off yet.

You pant as you roll over, pushing to your knees as you face away from him. Eager to have him inside you after such a blissful orgasm. Only Dave has ever fucked you as hard as you need and made you feel like it wasn’t just a pity fuck, or some need to get his rocks off. Your ass wiggles slightly as you get comfortable and you moan when he slaps it.

He shifts to kneel on the bed, his hands squeezing your ass and he works fast to position his cock at your entrance, pushing into you in one quick thrust. He grabs his belt when he’s fully inside of you, wrapping it around your throat.

Your sharp inhale says it all. You’re surprised by the force around your throat. Eyes bulging in your head and it takes you a split second before you stop yourself from reaching for it. Knowing that you are safe with him because if he wants to kill you, there are easier ways. Instead, you moan, clenching around him.

He loves the way you moan. He grips the leather, using it to keep you still as he thrusts into you. His pace is unrelenting as he fucks you hard. His jaw clenched as he grips the belt, tightening around your throat.

You can’t take full breaths, every last drop of air is being fucked out of you when he slams his cock back inside you. Panting as he rides you, fucks you with no mercy and any sounds you make come out as tiny squeals. Holding on as your eyes roll back in your head while he drills into you.

He is practically straddling your ass and thighs as he rams into you. Sweat beading on his forehead and jaw clenched as he thrusts into you. He groans your name and tightens the belt, loving the squeak that escapes your lips.

It’s almost more than you can take but you press against the belt slightly. Wanting to drop your head but you can’t. Clenching around him when it cuts off your air more. “D-Da-ave!” You gasp.

He loves the way you gasp for air, it makes his cock twitch inside of you. He can feel how close you are to cumming and he doesn’t want that. Not yet. He groans and pulls out of you, loosening the belt.

Gasping, you collapse onto your elbow and suck in air greedily. Not even able to speak for a moment as you try to catch your breath and calm down.

He chuckles at the way you slump. “On your back, hands gripping the headboard.” He demands, “gonna make sure you cum but you won’t be getting off easy.” He smirks and you struggle to shift onto your back. “Hands.” He tuts, reminding you.

You push to your hands and flip onto your back, not caring for once that everything moves. You know it’s an unflattering picture, but you don’t care right now, still panting as you reach up and grab the headboard of the bed.

Dave immediately straddles your figure, leaning down to wrap the belt around your wrists, securing you to the headboard. “Such a needy little whore. You’ll let me do anything, won’t you?” He smirks. Lightly slapping your cheek, he chuckles at the way you shine, his hard cock pressing against your belly.

“Yes, yes sir.” You pant out, positively dripping from how sexy you find all this. It’s like every dark romance novel you’ve ever read and it’s even better. “Anything you want. It’s yours. I’m yours.”

He loves hearing you say that. “Such a good fucking girl.” He groans, leaning in to bite down on your nipple as he shuffles down your body. “You’re so sexy. And all mine. It’s all mine.” He growls against your breast, his cock twitching, and he slaps your other breast while he bites down and sucks on your skin.

You whimper and moan, body jerking at the harsh slap, but you love it. Your hands are tied, you are immobile and still you wouldn’t move if you were free. You want his attention, you need it. “Fuck Dave.” You whine. “More.”

Dave shakes his head, shifting further down your body. "You don't get to make demands. Who fucking owns you? Who owns this pussy?" He growls, reaching down to cup your cunt. "Who owns this goddamn house and your entire wardrobe?"

It’s true. Dave has bought most of your work wardrobe, all of your lingerie and underwear. The only thing that he didn’t buy was the comfy clothes you wear when he’s not around you. You don’t know how he manages it without Carol knowing, but you’re sure it’s funded from his offshore account. “You do. You own me.” It would be horrifying if you didn’t want to be owned by him. “I’m yours.”

He loves hearing you say that. His chest puffing and his cock twitching at the way you openly declare that he owns you. “That’s right, baby. You���re mine. My slut.” He growls, slapping your thighs. “Beg me to fuck you.” He demands, slapping your thighs again.

You moan, eyes rolling back at the sharp sting of his hand. “Fuck me please.” You beg breathlessly. “I need your cock inside me. Only you can make me cum like I need.” You praise him, knowing how much he loves the way you are needy for him. “Please fuck me. Please baby.”

He reaches out to grip your chin, “what do you call me?” He growls and you whimper, “sir. Please fuck me sir.” He smirks, “that’s better.” He smacks your cheek and shifts to grip his cock, positioning himself at your entrance and he pushes into you with a hiss at how wet you are.

You cry out, cunt clenching down around him and the sting on your cheek just adds to the sensation. Your hands tug at his belt, wishing you could touch him. “Fuck! Yes, of fuck yes, sir. Fuck me, please sir. I’m yours.”

He loves the way you writhe beneath him, “that’s it, baby. Take me so well. Take every fucking inch.” He pushes impossibly deeper inside of you. “You are gonna take every goddamn inch until I fill you up and then you’re going to keep my cum inside of you because I fucking own this pussy.”

“Yessss.” You moan quietly, squeezing around him again. You love when he’s possessive and makes you keep his cum inside you. You feel like he has a breeding kink that he doesn’t really talk about. You’ve never asked, it’s none of your business and even if he did, he would never want you to have his child.

Dave grunts as he starts to move, his hands squeezing your flesh, sliding his hands up your body to grab your tits. He squeezes the flesh and pinches your nipples, loving the way you moan his name. That breathless sigh and way your eyes roll back has him twitching inside of you.

Dave rocks into you, making your entire body move with each harsh thrust. Making you moan and whine for more as he does what he wants and makes your thighs shake. He fills you up, his cock seemingly the perfect fit for your cunt, or perhaps it was that your cunt has adapted to his cock. Either way, the way he punches against your walls makes you squeal.

He rams into you, his jaw clenched as he fucks you harder. His hands are squeezing your flesh and he wants you to cum for him. He doesn’t want to deny you, he wants you to squeeze him, soak him. He loves hearing you cum. The way you moan his name.

It’s always intense. Building you up quickly from the snap of his hips and his cock shredding up into you. Everything comes together in perfect harmony. You don’t even warn him you’re about to cum. Your back bows and your second orgasm of the night has you screaming his name, his cock hitting perfectly as you soak him as you squirt.

“Jesus Christ. Look at that.” Dave groans, pulling out of you fast so he can watch your juices splash over the sheets. “Such a dirty little whore. Squirting all over my cock. And look at you, you want more, don’t you?” He chuckles, reaching down to wrap his fingers around his soaked cock, jerking himself.

“Yes, fuck yes.” You pant, knowing you would be so embarrassed if he didn’t find it so sexy. “Need more, sir. Need you, so fucking much.” You tug against the restraining belt again, wishing you could touch him. Stroke his cock for him or suck him off. Anything to give him pleasure.

Your moan is needy and he chuckles, continuing to jerk himself off. “So fucking needy for my cock. Maybe I should just jerk off and cum over your tits. Or I’ll cum over your pussy? Won’t let you feel it inside of you. Or your mouth. What do you want?” He coos sadistically, wanting to torture you.

You whimper, knowing that whatever you say, he will do the opposite. He likes to toy with you, twist you around and loves when you beg him. “Whatever you want. I just want you to feel good.” You moan. “Use me. Use me however you want.”

Dave loves it when you beg him to take what he wants. He continues to pump himself before he lets go, pushing back inside of you in one thrust and he grabs your thighs, pushing them back towards your body. He groans at how tight you are like this.

You grunt, your ability to breathe is nearly cut in half when he pushes your legs back. Moaning quietly as he starts to thrust into you again. All you can do is take him. Your cunt quivering every time he fills you up again and trying to hold him there as he pulls out. “Fuck.” You pant.

He’s feral. Taking out every bit of stress he experienced from work and home out on your pussy. He grunts through clenched teeth as he pushes deep into you. “Take it. Take it like the fucking whore you are. Say it. Say you’re my slut.” He growls, fingers digging into your thighs.

You can barely make a sound when his hips slap against the back of your thighs but you try. “Y-y-yooouuuur sl-slut.” You stutter out, curling your hands around the belt tighter as he hammers into you like a jackhammer.

He hisses, his cock twitching inside of you, and he’s close. So fucking close. “Want you to cum again for me.” He demands, fucking into you hard and fast. He wants you to squirt on him again before he feels you up.

You whine, knowing that if he wants it, he will get it. Dave is tenacious like that. Your toes curl as he ramps up his pace and you are just amazed he hasn’t stopped for a break yet. “D-D-Dave!”

He grips your flesh even harder, harsh breaths escaping his lips as he pushes into you over and over again. “Cum for me. Cum.” He demands, ��fucking - do it. Now.” He growls, his back starting to ache but he won’t give in.

Daves orders are like the switch your body needs. Shaking, you cry out breathlessly again. Unable to even say anything, just crying out as you shatter again. Feeling the liquid rush and nearly passing out from the pleasure.

Dave fucking loves the way you soak him and the sheets beneath you. He hisses and pushes deep a half dozen more times, his thrusts squelching as he presses the head of his cock against your cervix and lets go. He groans and his cock pulses as he fills you with hot cum, his head dropping to rest his chin on his chest.

He fills you, your eyes slipping closed and you know that it’s perfect. You’re exhausted from the way he fucked you and you know that if he wanted more you would give it to him. You can’t even catch your breath, but you don’t know if you want to. Opening your eyes again to watch him as he rocks his hips slowly while filling you up.

He pants, closing his eyes as he fills you, and he squeezes your thighs until he relaxes, releasing your flesh from his grip. "Fuck." He huffs happily, knowing that only you can make him feel like this.

****

Since that night, Dave has been out of town for several trips and having to focus on a few different cases that have included long hours and work outside the office. That’s a good thing, because if he had been in, he would have noticed something before you did. You stare at the paper, chewing your bottom lip as fresh tears gather and you wonder how the hell you managed to find yourself in this situation, although that should be rather obvious. You’ve been so upset that the last two days you’ve taken off from work. Next week Dave will be out of town, you can have your procedure and he will never even know there’s been a pregnancy.

Dave can tell there's something wrong. You don't respond to his texts as fast as you normally do. You aren't as starry eyed when you look at him when he walks past your desk before he heads out on an op. He is concerned - not that he'd ever admit that. He decides to head home early. The case is wrapped up and Carol thinks he is out of town for two more days. You won't be expecting him but you'll let him inside. He pulls up down from your house, not on the drive, and makes his way to your door, opening it with the key he had made and he steps inside, wondering what's been going on with you.

Coming out of the bathroom, it’s been a bad day. Between crying and getting sick, you feel horrible. Brushing your teeth after you lost the soup you had eaten, you groan quietly as you move to the kitchen to get a glass of water. The appointment is tomorrow and you are nervous and heartbroken at the same time. It’s confusing and your anxiety is just making you more sick. “Fuck.” You huff to yourself, hearing your phone ding in the living room. It’s probably Dave and you don’t want to talk to him right now.

Dave watches you, a frown on his face at the way you scramble for the phone. It’s not him calling you. He hovers in the hallway and sees a piece of paper on the side. Curious, he picks it up. His nostrils flare when he reads the word ‘pregnant’ and he hisses under his breath, shaking his head. He sets it down on the side and strides into the living room where you are on the phone.

“Yes, thank you.” You bite your lip, emotions crowding your voice and you try not to cry. “Two o’clock. And should I expect any cramping after? Or just the bleeding?” You listen and when Dave steps into the living room, you jump and gasp. “Yes? No, uh, sorry, my- my cat scared me. Okay. Okay, thank you.” You quickly end the call and get up from the couch nervously. “Dave. Um, I didn’t expect you.” You bite your lip, knowing you look like shit. “What are you doing here?”

He stares at you, eyes narrowed as he takes in the gaunt look on your face, the ragged sweats, your greasy hair. You look sick. He crosses his arms as he looms over you, "were you ever going to tell me?" He demands to know.

You shiver at the dark look in his eyes. He knows. You could lie, deny it, but it would be an insult. He’s a fucking DIA agent and an assassin on top of that. He’s not stupid. Your shoulders round and curl in on your frame. “No.” You admit quietly. “Never.”

“And you were gonna get rid of it?” He asks, his tone flat, face indifferent so you can’t see the emotions rolling inside of him. He can’t believe it. You’re pregnant and you weren’t going to tell him.

You choke out a huff and gesture helplessly. “What else am I supposed to do?” You ask rhetorically. “I can’t have this pregnancy.” You’ve tried very hard not to think of it as a baby. Under different circumstances you would have been thrilled to be pregnant, but this isn’t the case. “Don’t worry, it’ll be done tomorrow and you will never have to think about it again.”

Dave growls, “you were gonna kill my baby and not even fucking tell me?” He strides over to you, grabbing your throat to push you against the sofa, his fingers wrapped around your neck. “I have a fucking right to say what I want.”

For the first time, you are truly scared of Dave. Choking out a cry and grabbing his hand, hoping he doesn’t try to hurt you. “I- no.” You shake your head. “It’s my- you’re married!” You don’t understand why he would be mad, he should be relieved. “I’m just the woman you fuck!”

“You’re not getting rid of it. You’re keeping the baby.” He commands, his fingers still wrapped around your throat and you whimper, “but you’re married. I can’t - we can’t -” He tuts, “I’ll look after you. I promise. I can’t be with you but I’ll make sure you and the baby are looked after.” He promises and you sob, “I can’t do that.” 

Dave scoffs, “you’re going to do it otherwise I’ll kill you.” Your eyes widen at his threat, “I’d rather you kill me. It’s better than being in love with you and not being able to have you.” You spit at him, and he chuckles darkly, “you're a silly little girl if you don't think that I fucking worship the ground you walk on. I'd move in tonight if I could, but l have my girls and I can't abandon them. Can't leave them with their useless cunt of a mother. You're fucking blind if you can't see that I love you too. That you have me.”

You’re so conflicted, tears streaming down your cheeks. “I don’t understand, I thought- I thought you would be mad I was pregnant.” You confess, sobbing harder. “You- you want me to have the baby?” You ask, sure that he would have wanted the complete opposite. “You love me?”

Dave scoffs, letting go of your throat to caress your cheek, "do you really think I don't love you? You silly girl." He shakes his head, "of course I do. When have I ever said something I don't mean?"

You almost flinch but end up leaning into his touch. Sighing softly because it’s true, Dave never says something he doesn’t mean. At least not to you. There’s never been a need to lie when you know all his dirty secrets. “You don’t.” You admit quietly.

“Exactly.” He caresses your cheek again, his dark eyes burning into you. “I won’t lie to you.” He promises, sliding his hand down and he shifts to kneel beside the sofa. His eyes watching you as he shifts to hook his fingers in your leggings, watching you as he pulls them down. “Wanna taste you.” He murmurs, pulling the restrictive material off of you and flinging it across the room before he yanks your panties off. It doesn’t take long for him to dive in, sliding his tongue through your folds.

“Dave!” You cry out, unable to believe that he is eating you out again. You had expected him to lecture you, to yell at you. You whimper, so sensitive since you hadn’t been able to have sex the past few weeks. You hadn’t even masturbated because you had been so sick.

Dave laps at you, sucking your clit into his mouth and his hands push your thighs further apart. You taste different but he likes it. You are sweeter. He growls into your flesh, his hands sliding to your ass, lifting your hips so he can push his tongue inside of you.

“Dave, baby.” You whimper, closing your eyes and your fingers slide down to curl into his hair. You wouldn’t normally do that, but you also had never expected to find out Dave loves you. It shifts the dynamic slightly. “Baby- I love you so much.”

Dave groans into your flesh, not pulling back to say he loves you too. He’s already confessed his feelings and he’s not one to give gushing soliloquies of love. He knows you know how he feels. His tongue pushes deeper and his nose presses against your clit. His hand slides up to your belly, resting there to feel where his child is, to feel your beauty.

His hand on your stomach brings tears to your eyes, finding it soft and sweet. His tongue pushes inside you as he caresses your stomach. It’s sweet and dirty, your nerves sensitive and he doesn’t stop until you are gasping out, close to cumming.

He wants you to cum for him, his tongue sliding up to your clit, lapping at it and your moan makes his cock throb in his pants. You are fucking perfect. Untarnished despite his filthy touch on your flesh, you are an angel. He is the devil that crawled from hell to touch you. He shouldn't be allowed to be near you, his touch ruins everything yet you remain so innocent. He laps at your clit, his free hand shifting until he is pushing two fingers inside of you.

“Oh fuck, Dave.” You whimper his name, his thick fingers giving you the fullness you crave. You want his cock inside you, but you don’t know if you could handle the harsh pace he fucks you at right now. “So good. You’re so good, baby. Fuck, I love those fingers inside me.”

He pumps his fingers, groaning at the way you clench around them. Your pussy is wet, soaking his digits, and he hisses at the way you moan his name again. You’re so good to him. He sucks your clit back into his mouth, wanting you to cum for him.

It doesn’t take long to work you up. Your body has been neglected, from his work schedule and your lack of interest, although when he touches you it sets you on fire. “Dave!” You cry out, lurching up and catching sight of him right before the stars burst behind your eyes and you shake apart on the couch for him.

Dave groans when you clamp down on his fingers, making him moan your name around your clit as you writhe under his touch. He doesn’t do this often but he felt like he needed to do it because you’re carrying his child.

The last time Dave ate you out, it was actually the night that you made your child. You had tracked it back to that weekend that Dave had spent the entire weekend in bed with you. It was a good time. “Dave, baby.” You whimper, starting to feel like it’s too much, but you don’t push his head away.

Dave withdraws his fingers when you start to whine and he shifts to hover over your body. His lips glistening as he watches you with dark eyes. He doesn’t press his body down on yours but he leans in to softly kiss you. He doesn’t kiss you unless it’s to bite you but right now, he wants to be soft.

The kiss takes you by surprise but you lean into it. Wondering why he is being so soft with you right now. Is it because of the pregnancy? Your fingers are still in his hair and they unfurl to slide down to his shoulders. “Do you want to fuck me?” You ask when he pulls back.

Dave shakes his head, “no. Not tonight. You need to sleep. Have you eaten?” Dave asks and you bite your lip, knowing you’ve struggled to keep anything down. “I’ll make you an omelet. Carol could barely keep anything down except eggs when she was pregnant with Alice.” He shifts off of you, grabbing your panties for you to put back on, and he reaches down to adjust his hard cock after he stands.

You stare at him for a moment, shocked that he is denying himself. He's never denied himself unless there was a meeting he needed to be in. And that was only if he was needed in person and couldn’t video call. You slide your panties on when he disappears into the kitchen.

**** 

Carol hums as she watches the floors pass by on the screen. The Tupperware in her hands as she rides to her husband’s office. She hasn’t seen a lot of him lately. He’s been working late nearly every night and she wants to catch up with her husband. She’s missed him. The elevator dings and she steps out, making her way down the hall to Dave’s office. She steps into your desk area, knocking on the door, and your eyes widen when you see her. “Mrs - Mrs York, how are you? Was Dave - was Mr. York expecting you?” You fumble to look at your computer and Carol’a eyes trail down your body to the bump you’re sporting. 

“Are you - are you pregnant or did you get fatter?” She asks bluntly, her lack of concern for your feelings is obvious at the indifferent look on your face.

“I-“ you can’t believe that she just asked that, feeling your cheeks heat up and you hate that you can’t call her a bitch, but that would just cause issues for Dave. “I’m nearly seven months along. Twenty-seven weeks, thanks.” You offer her a tight smile and your hand slides along the bump that houses Dave’s child. 

Dave walks out of his office, hearing you talk to someone and he’s become slightly protective as you have gotten further along in your pregnancy, coming home with you every night before going to his home. He says he wants to make sure you are safe, but he often cooks to make sure you eat since you are still getting sick. “Carol? What are you doing here?” He asks with a frown.

"I brought you lunch since we haven't been spending that much time together." She holds up the tupperware in her hands. Dave stifles the deep sigh that nearly escapes his lips. "Yeah, uh, it's been busy here, hasn't it?" He asks you and you nod in confirmation. 

Carol hums, looking back at you, "seven months? Wow. I didn't even know you had a boyfriend. Dave always says you're painfully single." She smirks slightly, "congratulations to you and your...do you have a boyfriend?" She asks, wondering if he left you when you said you were pregnant. She's never liked you. You're too pretty and even if she was mollified because you're fat, she doesn't like the idea of you being outside Dave's office day in and day out.

It takes extreme discipline not to look over at Dave, but you just shrug slightly. “No.” You tell her without expanding on the question at all. Let her stew. It’s not like she doesn’t have reason to hate you, you are sleeping with her husband and pregnant by him, but she doesn’t know that. She’s just always been a bitch to you. She doesn’t have mythical intuition or some gut feeling. She made snide comments before the relationship between you and Dave went anywhere beyond professional. “Well, I will take my lunch now, since yours is sorted for you.”

Dave nods, watching you go, and he can't say anything to tell you he's sorry for the behavior of his bitch of a wife. He sighs as you stand up and his eyes drop down to your belly, full and round with his child. He swallows harshly and steps back to open his office door, "come on then, darling." He tries to keep the bite out of the nickname.

Carol looks back at you and gives a small smile. “Hopefully you are eating healthy, and not for three.” She lifts a brow. “You don’t need to put on too much more weight.” You don’t say anything, just turning and opening the bottom drawer to pull out your purse.

Dave wants to step between you and his wife but he can't. He tuts as Carol steps into his office and he shuts the door behind her a little too forcefully. "Why the fuck would you speak to her like that?" He growls, "she hasn't done anything to you." 

Carol scoffs as she sets the Tupperware down. "Just taking up too much room. Poor baby. Gonna come out with diabetes." Carol scoffs and Dave snorts, "you had gestational diabetes with Molly." He reminds her but she sits down opposite his desk and shrugs, "well, I lost the weight." 

Dave rolls his eyes before he sits down, "be nice to her. She works hard."

“I don’t want to talk about her.” Carol waves towards the office door, satisfied that she can hear the elevator ding as it opens and you leave. “I’ve missed you, lately.” She pouts. “The girls have missed you.” She knows that whatever might be going on, and she knows something is going on, Dave loves the girls.

“I’ve been busy with work. Paperwork…reports…meetings.” He lists off and watches Carol open the Tupperware. Her cooking is decent, not as good as yours. “I miss the girls.” He says, tapping his fingers on the desk. “I miss you, baby.” She coos, fluttering her eyelashes and Dave bites his lip, wondering how to handle this. He hasn’t slept with Carol since he found out you are pregnant. “I have a meeting soon.” He declares, “can’t be too long for lunch.”

“You’ve been working too hard.” She huffs. “We need to take a weekend away. Maybe go up to the cabin?” She smiles and winks at him. “The girls always sleep like the dead up there so you and I can have some alone time after they go to bed.”

He knows he can’t say no. She’d get suspicious. So he nods, “sure. We can do that.” Carol frowns at his lack of enthusiasm. “Let’s eat.” He says, gesturing to the food she brought, “I don’t have a lot of time.” He reminds her and she huffs, handing him the lunch she brought him.

The food is good, but Dave is wondering where you went to eat. What you are eating. He’s been making sure you’ve been eating well, for the baby and for your easily upset stomach. Carol talks to him about the girls, something that he enjoys and he can’t help but wonder what they would think about having a sibling. Holding the baby when they come. You hadn’t wanted to find out the sex of the baby, wanting it to be a surprise.

Dave kisses Carol goodbye just as you walk into the office, your eyes averting the couple, and Dave smiles at Carol. “See you at home.” He says and she smirks, “don’t be late.” The lunch you just ate swirls in your stomach and you rush to sit down just as Carol leaves. “You doing okay?” Dave asks after she’s gone, “what did you have to eat?”

“I’m fine.” You brush away his concern, upset from Carol’s visit and you know that you have no right to be. You’re not his wife, she is. “I had a chicken wrap.”

Dave tuts, “is that all? That’s not enough, sweetheart.” He says, walking over to you. “How’s the baby? You blocked out your appointment for next week in my calendar?” He asks, leaning over you with concern in his eyes.

You’ve learned not to argue with him about food, he gets snappy when he thinks you are trying to lose weight while carrying his child. “You don’t have to come.” You protest again, even knowing it won’t do any good. He’s been there for all the appointments since he found out. “But yes, to answer your question. I did.”

“Good.” He hums, glancing back towards the open door, he takes a chance to lean down and kiss you softly. “Carol is a bitch. Don’t let her upset you. You’re fucking gorgeous.” He promises and steps back just as Justin from a few doors down walks by. Dave steps back into his office, knowing the days are ticking down and he has to make a plan. He can’t have this double life anymore

Dave doesn’t follow you home tonight. He tracks your phone, you know that, but he still insists that you text him the moment you get inside your house. You don’t even mention that he will know when you get home because he installed a camera system that alerts him to anyone showing up at the doors. As you’ve gotten further along, he’s gotten more protective. If you didn’t cling to the words he had told you months ago, you would think he’s paranoid about you doing something to get rid of the baby. Not that you could now. You love the little bean growing inside you and are looking forward to holding them. You wave to the camera when you unlock your front door, knowing that Dave will see it.

****

Carol cuts the engine to her car, just parked down the street from your house, and she gets out. She had to look up where you live and to her surprise, your home is registered under a corporation. The same one she knows her husband has his name to. She is curious about that. She makes her way to the front door, ringing the doorbell and waiting for you to answer.

Surprised that someone is ringing the doorbell, you wonder if it’s a package. Dave has been buying baby things online and sending them to the house. Your new maternity lounge clothes are comfortable and cute, highlighting your baby bump, so you don’t feel the need to change before you open the door. “Mrs. York!” Your eyes widen in surprise and you look behind her to see if Dave is with her. Why is she here? “May I help you?”

Carol pushes into the house, uncaring of your condition as she bumps into you. “I just wanted to see the place for myself. I mean…if my husband is the one paying for it, I should see what it’s like, right?” She scoffs, turning to face you.

Dread curls in your stomach, but you manage not to react. That’s what she’s here for, a reaction. “I don’t know what you mean.” You move towards your phone, even though the cameras are picking up everything in the house. “I’d like you to leave.”

Carol offers you a cocky smirk, “I don’t think so. Especially not when you’re carrying my husband’s baby. Have you always been a fat whore or did you just become that for my husband?” She asks, the grin still on her face. “Or are you just a gold digging cunt? Offering my husband a wet pussy to get a meal ticket? Too late honey, I already secured that bag.”

You swallow slightly, unable to figure out what she is planning. “I’m not-“ you shake your head. “I don’t know what you are talking about.” You repeat and put your hand protectively over your stomach. “I just want to live with my baby, alone.” You don’t want her to think that you are trying to take Dave away. You know where you’ve stood from the beginning.

Carol scoffs, “alone? As if. I see the way you look at my husband. All heart eyes. Waiting for the moment he decides to give you some attention. You can’t get a lot of it so you decided to move in on another woman’s husband. Pathetic.” She spits, “and got knocked up. Probably on purpose. I don’t know why Dave fucked you when he has me. Probably sympathy.”

“I admire your husband.” You clarify. “He’s not fucking me.” It’s a lie, but you can’t let her know that Dave is having an affair with you. “My baby is from a previous relationship. I work for your husband.” You pick up your phone and point towards the door. “Please leave, I won’t mention this to him.”

Carol doesn’t believe you. She saw the way Dave looked at you when she went to his office. She’s suspicious about why he has been so late coming home. She narrows her eyes and doesn’t realize that Dave is watching on the cameras, cursing his wife for going to the house. He grabs his keys and gets in his car, making his way over to your place with his phone still displaying the cameras. “You are a liar as well as a slut. Trying to steal my husband from me.” She hisses, tears stinging in her eyes.

“Honestly? I just want to have my baby and live my life.” You tell her quietly. “I’m sorry if you don’t believe me, but I’ve never tried to come between you and your husband.” You’ve never asked Dave for anything, not even now. You know that he’s not leaving his wife for you, even if he loves you. Even if you’re having his child. “Go home to your husband, Carol. This isn’t what you think it is.”

Carol doesn’t know what possesses her as she surges forward, a feral cry escapes her lips as she reaches out to wrap her hands around your neck just as the front door opens and Dave rushes in. “Carol! What the fuck?” He growls, reaching for her waist to drag her away from you.

You push her away as Dave drags her off of you, gasping for air and shaking as you realize this woman just attacked you. “You bitch! I’m gonna kill you! You and that fucking bastard in your fat stomach!” Carol screams as she tries to get away from her husband to launch herself at you again

Dave restrains her easily, pulling her back against him and saying her name. “Calm the fuck down!” He shouts at her as she struggles in his arms, “you fucker. You got her pregnant. I can’t - why- why would you do this?” Carol chokes, slumping back against him.

“I’m telling you, it’s not his baby!” You shout, not caring if Dave likes it or not. “He helped me get away from an abusive boyfriend.” You lie. “Putting me in this house so he couldn’t find me.” You know Dave doesn’t want to leave his family and you will protect him if you can.

Dave shakes his head, spinning Carol in his arms. “It’s my baby. I’ve been sleeping with her for months. It’s my house. I pay for her livelihood. Because - because I love her.” He confesses and Carol’s jaw drops. “You- you love her?” She chokes and Dave nods. His wife knows he doesn’t say that stuff casually. “I don’t - why?” Carol asks and Dave tuts, “you know why, Carol. You and the trainer. Like I don’t know. You’ve been cheating on me for years. I let it slide because of the girls, but I don’t love you. You don’t love me. I didn’t want to leave the girls.” He admits, “let’s be real here, you felt a change.”

“Dave…” you bite your lip, not wanting to get in the middle of their confessions but you didn’t want him to do that. You had been willing to let her believe it wasn’t Dave’s baby. Why would he ruin that? Your hand slides down to the baby bump, feeling them kick against your hand.

Carol’s lower lip quivers. She knows she can’t contain her husband. Never has been able to. He could make her disappear if he wanted to. “I- I didn’t - I did what I thought was best for the girls. I love Caleb. I didn’t - I’m sorry.” She chokes, tears stinging in her eyes. 

“Then let’s not drag this out any longer. It’s over, Carol.” He declares and she nods, knowing she can’t stay married to him when you’re having his baby. It’s over.

You press your lips together, watching her pull away from him and look towards you. “Guess you get what you want after all.” She scoffs, but it’s not nearly as hateful as it once had been. 

“I had no intention of taking him away from you and the girls.” You promise quietly, although it doesn’t matter now.

“Go home, Carol. The girls are with Sally next door. Go home and I’ll talk to you later so we can get the ball rolling for our divorce.” Dave declares and Carol nods, defeated. “Okay.” She looks back at you, “just don’t - don’t let this be for nothing.” She pleads, knowing her husband never truly loved her. Only married her because she got pregnant.

You swallow and nod, not saying anything right now. It would almost be disrespectful. You watch as she turns and quietly walks to the door, exiting much softer than she had ever entered. You can’t help but just stare at the door as it clicks closed and you exhale slowly.

Dave sighs, hands on his hips as he turns towards you. He stares at you for a moment before he steps closer, his hands reaching for you. “Are you okay? She didn’t hurt you?” He asks, eyebrows raised in concern

“No.” You shake your head and let him pull you close. “She didn’t hurt me. Dave- why didn’t you let me pretend it wasn’t your baby?” You ask. “The girls….you didn’t want to leave them.”

Dave sighs, resting his head on yours, “I didn’t have a choice. I can’t keep pretending like I don’t want to be here with you every night in your bed. I couldn’t lie. We made this baby.” His hand slides down to your belly, “I couldn’t lie about that. I love you. Carol and I- it was over a long time ago.”

You sigh and cover his hand with yours. “I didn’t want to come between you and your family.” You repeat softly, wanting him to understand that. “But I wanted you in bed beside me too. I love you.”

He kisses you softly, breathing you in. "I gotta go deal with Carol later but I promise you, after I deal with her, I am here to stay." Dave vows, "I wanted to give you something." He murmurs, reaching into his pocket after letting go of you. He pulls out a small velvet box. "Dave." You gasp, "what is that?" He opens it to display a beautiful ring. "It's a promise. I can't give you everything right now, but I promise you I will. When I can."

You lean in and kiss him, amazed that the once hard and rough man who fucked you ruthlessly is promising you the world. You have no doubt that he will still fuck you until you are weak once you’ve recovered from the baby, but for now, he is tender and more importantly, he loves you. “I’m yours, baby.” You whisper against his lips. “Forever.”

****

"Alice! Slow down!" Dave calls out to his daughter as she rushes past him chasing Molly. His son is in his arms, a whimper escaping the baby's lips and Dave smiles, cooing to the little boy. "Baby, you ready to go?" Dave asks, knowing you are nervous to leave the kids alone but Carol is taking the girls for the weekend and the baby is going to your mom's for the evening so Dave can take you out for dinner.

“Just a second!” You know that Dave is eager to leave, but you take another second to readjust your dress. It’s the red one that you had worn before you got pregnant. Maybe a little tighter than before, but you wanted to look good for him. Biting your lips before you apply the same shade lipstick. It’s just dinner, but it’s the first time you’ve gone out since having the baby. Since Dave’s officially moved in and the divorce has been final. It was amazing how quickly they got things settled and now, he lives with you and your son. Blotting your lips with a sliver of toilet paper, you rush out of the bathroom and out into the living room. “Okay, I’m ready.”

Dave's eyes widen at the sight of you. "You look fucking amazing." He says quietly as he walks over to you, not saying it too loud for the girls. "I can't wait to take it off of you later." He murmurs, his dark eyes trailing over your figure and he leans in to kiss you, mindful of the baby between you. Your mom knew about you being pregnant but you kept it secret that it was Dave's until the divorce was final. Your mom wasn't pleased about you sleeping with a married man but her distaste of him is outweighed by her love for her grandson. "Girls, we gotta get in the car. Grab your backpacks!" Dave calls out before he turns back to you, "his diaper bag is ready and he's been fed."

“You are amazing.” Dave has been the best kind of hands on father. He’s done diaper changes, sleepless nights, midnight feedings, all without a single breath or complaint. He was born to be a father, you are utterly convinced of that. Kissing his lips lightly, you giggle and reach up to wipe the smudge of red off. “Want me to put him in his car seat?” You ask.

Dave nods, "you take him. I'll get the girls." He winks and strides off to wrangle his daughters. "Come on ladies, gotta go. Your mom is waiting for you." He orders and they grab their backpacks and head into the garage. Dave straps them into their booster seats and blows a raspberry on Alice's cheek, making her giggle. He checks the baby seat and turns to look at you as you carry his son into the garage.

“He’s about ready to fall asleep.” You smile as you hand him the car seat to latch into the base. Watching as Dave carefully locks him into the SUV he insisted you be upgraded to, saying that it was only fair when it would be the car you used when having the girls. You hadn’t argued, but thought him getting a Mercedes was a little much.

Dave opens the door for you, closing it after you're settled, and he rounds the car to get in. He starts the engine and looks in the mirror at his children. With a smile, he sets off to drop the kids off. Carol is cool but cordial as the girls arrive at her house and it doesn't take long to drive to your mom's house to drop off the baby. "I know you hate leaving him but he will be fine." Dave reaches for your hand, squeezing it.

“I know.” You are so very grateful that Dave has been so understanding about your first time mother’s nerves. “Mom loves him to pieces and it will be good to have a meal where I’m not covered in formula or spit up.” You laugh. “I love him so much.”

Dave chuckles, "they grow up so fast. Enjoy the spit up...believe it or not, you'll miss it." He promises and you snort, "we will see." Dave waits in the car while you drop the baby off, watching your mom glare at him slightly but her face softens when she sees the baby and that's all that matters to him. When you get back in the car, he begins the journey to the restaurant he booked. "He didn't even blink when I left." You huff playfully and Dave chuckles, "that's not a bad thing." He squeezes your hand again and when he pulls up outside of the restaurant, he gets out and rounds the car, opening the door for you before the valet can.

You smile as Dave helps you out of the car, finding it amazing for your self esteem for him to so proudly claim you as his. He doesn’t mind that people know in the office, he holds you close in stores. He’s not ashamed of your size. “Thank you, baby.” You coo softly, giving him a flirty smile. You have been cleared for sex again, although you and Dave haven’t yet. You hope that’s why he wanted to bring you out to dinner.

He thanks the valet and escorts you inside, giving his name for the reservation and soon enough, you're seated at the table. He orders a bottle of champagne and your eyebrows raise, "well, you stopped breastfeeding so figured you could celebrate with something nice." He says, "and tonight is about us."

“It is?” You pick up your water and take a sip as you wait on the champagne. “What do you have in mind for us?” You know that Dave has been happy, at least you think he is. He’s been smiling and the girls actually enjoy coming over. They are obsessed with their little brother, and you couldn’t be happier about that.

The champagne is poured, you order your food, and Dave has a soft smile on his face as he watches you. "You look gorgeous tonight, baby." He murmurs, reaching for your hand.

“I’m just happy I fit into the dress.” You admit with a small shrug. Carol’s words had hurt, just like anytime someone had degraded you because of your weight, but Dave told you that you are beautiful so many times, you might actually believe it. “You do make big babies.”

Dave chuckles, "maybe the next one won’t be big." He hasn't made it a secret that he wants another baby with you. He loves seeing you pregnant. You smirk, "give me a chance to recover, baby." He nods, knowing it won't be too soon. "We got time, sweetheart." He promises and shifts to get out of his chair. "That's why I brought you here tonight. I wanted to ask you something." He kneels down, a small box in his hand. "You are incredible. A kind, gorgeous woman that somehow loves me. You are the most incredible mother, partner, and I want to spend the rest of my life loving you and protecting our family. Will you marry me?" He asks, opening the box.

You swallow, looking from the ring to his eyes. “Dave….” You whisper, not really expecting him to propose, even though he had promised you the world. “Of course I will marry you.” You agree quickly, starting to cry from happiness.

He grins, surging forward to press his lips to yours. You respond eagerly and diners around you applaud while Dave pulls back to get the ring, sliding it onto your finger. He kisses the back of your hand before he kisses you again, "I love you."

“I love you too.” You promise, unable to believe that you are engaged to marry this man. He’s got a dark side, of course he does, but he’s also sweet and generous and loving. “The ring is beautiful.”

Dave is happy that you love the ring. He kisses you once more before you sit back down. The waiter comes over with dessert and a “congratulations" and Dave can't stop smiling as you dig into the dessert with him.

It’s probably a normal thing to be hyper aware of the ring on your finger. You catch a glance of it every time you take a sip of champagne. “God, this is perfect.” You moan as you take another bite of the chocolatey dessert. “Orgasmic.”

He smirks, “took the word right out of my mouth.” He watches you admire the ring, and he is glad you love it. You finish the dessert and he pays the bill, eagerly to get you home. You look delicious in that dress. He loves it. He can’t wait to get you out of it. “I am gonna go to the bathroom before we leave.” You declare, eager to get Dave home too and he nods as you get up to go to the bathroom. The waiter congratulates him again and Dave thanks him, standing up after a few moments. You’re washing your hands when the door opens and Dave clicks the lock. “Dave?” You gasp and he steps over to stand behind you. “Sweetheart.” He murmurs, kissing your neck.

You can’t help but tilt your head to the side so he can do whatever he wants. Just because you haven’t been able to have sex hasn’t meant you didn’t want to. There have been a couple of times you’ve blown him since the baby has been born. He’s rubbed your clit until you’ve cum, but the sexual touches have been limited. You know what his intentions are. His lips are curved into a smirk as he kisses your skin and his already hard cock is pressed against your ass. “Dave.” You whimper, reaching back to squeeze his hard length and your cunt clenches when he twitches in your hand. “We shouldn’t.” You protest mildly, knowing you will let him do whatever he wants to you, just like he always has. 

“We should.” He declares, kissing along your neck while his hands reach down to squeeze your tits through your dress. “We can’t be long. I’m gonna fuck you here and then spend all night eating that gorgeous pussy out.” He promises, “my fiancée. Gonna make you feel good.” He vows, his hands sliding lower so he can drag your dress up your hips. “Tell me no.” He pleads, kissing your shoulder, wanting you to be comfortable. Such a difference from the man who took what he wanted from you before.

Your answer is to push your ass back against his cock, grinding it against him to hear him moan quietly. You know that he’s been eager to touch you, and you honestly want him too. His sparkly new ring on your finger, it’s the perfect way to cap off the night. “Fuck me, baby.”

Dave groans, shoving your dress up higher and his fingers hook into your panties, dragging them down your thighs. You got an IUD placed after having the baby so he knows it's safe to cum inside of you again. Your panties drop to your ankles and he steps back so he can unbuckle his belt and pull his throbbing cock out.

You watch in the mirror, groaning when you see him pump his cock. Your desire hasn’t diminished, at all, only heightening as he sleeps beside you every night. “Fuck.” You whimper, knowing the pinch of him filling you again will be amazing. “Hurry baby, we don’t want to be caught.”

Dave groans as he slides the head of his cock through your folds, loving how wet you are. He pushes into you slowly, not wanting to hurt you, and he rests his head on your shoulder, trying to keep it slow since you’re still recovering.

It’s a lot, you’re panting from the way that he fills you. Your fingers curl around the sink edge and you moan quietly. “Fuck, baby. You’re so thick inside me.” You praise him softly. “Missed this so much.”

He groans when your walls flutter around his cock. His hands slide up to cup your tits, squeezing them through your dress and your bra. "Shit. You feel - you're my little slut again. Aren't you? All mine. Only mine." He growls softly into your neck, biting down a little on the skin as the wave of possession surges through him.

You moan quietly, nodding your head quickly. “Only yours.” You promise, panting as you clench down around him again. “Your slut. Only yours, baby.”

He loves hearing it. Knowing it’s his baby, his ring on your finger. His cock inside of you. He groans your name and pushes into you, a little harder, “fuck. You feel so good. I’ve missed those.”

You whimper quietly, having felt the same. You’ve missed the physicality of being joined with him. He manages to smooth your insecurities and your doubts with his lusty, rough manner. Though he’s being more gentle than he was even the last time you had sex before the baby was born. “Love you.” You gasp, pushing your hips back. “Use me.”

He grunts, knowing that you wouldn’t say it unless you meant it. He grabs your waist, pushing into you again and again, your hips and belly hitting the counter. “Fuck. Feel so good, baby. Don’t have much time. What do you need?” He growls, his hand sliding up to squeeze your tit.

“Choke me.” You beg quietly. He wouldn’t put his hand on your throat while you were pregnant, not even once. You’ve missed when he controls your breathing and your cunt quivers around him at the mere idea.

He nods, sliding his hand higher until he’s gripping your throat. “That’s it baby.” He groans when he feels you clench around him. He loves it. He loves how filthy you are. He thrusts into you a little harder, pushing deep.

You gasp out a little sound before you bite your lip, knowing you have to keep quiet. Holding onto the sink while your fiancé squeezes your neck and starts fucking into you at a quick pace.

He clenches his jaw, squeezing your neck a little tighter. He wants you to cum. He wants you to fall apart around him so he can watch you in the mirror. Cock twitching inside of you, he is close himself and he wants you to cum first.

It’s been so long, the flex of his hand around your neck makes you come apart. Cry catching in your throat, you make a strangled sound as you soak his cock, shaking as he rocks into you.

He groans at the way you clamp down on his cock, soaking him, and he hisses through his teeth when you grip him in a vice. He struggles to continue fucking into you, his grip loosening around your neck but his jaw clenches as he pushes into you a half dozen times until he thrusts deep and pulses as he cums inside of you, painting your walls.

You shiver in delight, enjoying the heat from his cum filling you. “Fuck, Dave.” You whisper quietly, closing your eyes and leaning back against his broad frame.

He turns your head to kiss you, caressing your cheek, and he starts to soften inside you. “Too good. Missed this.” He murmurs, caressing your side. “Shall we go home?” He asks, slowly pulling out of you and reaching for the napkins.

“Yes.” You turn around and wrap your arms around his neck. “Pick up the baby, put him to bed and then I want to suck my fiancé’s cock.”

Dave groans, loving how eager you are. He leans in to kiss you, his hands finding your ass and he only pulls back because the door rattles. “Come on baby, let’s go get our boy and go home. After we are married, we will work on the next baby.” He smirks, smacking your ass after he pulls your panties up. He might be a killer but he’s found the woman who knows him, all of him, and he won’t let you go. He’d kill to protect what is his. No matter what it takes. You’re the woman he needs. 

[writingsoftarnishedsilver]

How about writing something along the lines of Sebastian and reader are rookie Aurora’s on their first day but there is just some difference in how they’re treated. Sebastian is treated like how’d you expect, barely achnowleged until he screws up and is paying a price for it. but somehow after all these years readers is still getting the ‘hero of hogwarts treatment’ it’s just little things like extra praise and telling them it’s okay they messed up with only minor consequences, as well as people offering to do their paperwork, etc. However it adds up after a week and Sebastian’s jealousy comes out as he confronts the reader about the special treatment they receive at work when they got home that night. (I like to think they got engaged quickly after hogwarts and either bought a place or kept the cottage in Feldcroft)

this may have taken a life of its own while pitching this.

Resentment | Sebastian Sallow x Reader

This was such a unique idea and I've never written something quite like this, thank you for the prompt anon! Honestly this took on a life of its own while I was writing it! I originally planned for a happy ending but...

Words: ~3,600

Tags: Post Hogwarts, Reader Insert, Female MC, No Y/N, Established Relationship, Angst, Hurt/No Comfort

Sebastian had expected their first week as Aurors to be rough. Everyone had warned them that rookies were at the bottom of the food chain. No special treatment, no shortcuts. The senior Aurors wouldn’t be impressed by their Hogwarts accolades or their N.E.W.T. scores. If they wanted to prove themselves, they had to do it through sweat, blood, and resilience.

Sebastian was ready for that. He didn’t expect to be taken seriously right away.

But he hadn’t expected to be invisible.

He’d been shoved aside in field drills, barely acknowledged beyond curt instructions. The first time he made a mistake—misjudging a defensive maneuver and knocking over an entire stack of case files—he’d been chewed out in front of the entire team. "Sallow, if you can’t keep your footing, you can sit at a desk instead." The laughter that followed had burned like acid.

Fine. That was the treatment he’d expected. But you? You might as well have been walking on air.

It started small, little pats on the back after training, murmured praise when you completed routine spells, encouragement when you messed up, instead of the sharp reprimands Sebastian and the other rookies got. He saw senior Aurors smile at you, nod in approval, even laugh at your mistakes like they were endearing.

The first time you misfired a spell and nearly singed a superior’s robe, Sebastian had braced himself for the verbal lashing to come. Instead, the man just chuckled and waved it off. "Don’t worry about it, first week’s tough for everyone."

Sebastian had nearly snapped his wand in half right then and there.

It only got worse.

You had entire conversations with higher-ups that Sebastian could barely get two words out of. If you struggled in a training exercise, someone stepped in to help. When you had too much paperwork, someone offered to do it for you because you “had a long day”.

Sebastian had also had a long day.

He had been thrown to the ground three times in sparring practice, made to redo his reports twice, and had to stay late because no one cared that he had been exhausted.

And somehow, you didn’t even bat an eye at your special treatment.

By Friday, it was eating him alive.

The two of you apparated home after work and the golden light of sunset filtered through the windows of the cottage, casting warm hues over the stone walls.

It did nothing to soften Sebastian’s mood.

You sighed, rolling your shoulders. “That was exhausting. At least it’s the weekend.”

Sebastian didn’t move from the entryway. His fingers curled into his palms, his jaw clenched so tightly it hurt.

You turned toward him, brows knitting together at his silence. "Seb?"

"...You're tired?"

You blinked at him, confused. “Yeah?”

He laughed. "From what?"

Your brow furrowed. “...From working all day? From training?”

Sebastian shook his head, exhaling sharply through his nose. “Right. Because that was so difficult for you, wasn’t it? Another long, exhausting day of getting praised for breathing, of having your arse wiped for you while the rest of us have to fend for ourselves?”

Your expression twisted in confusion, but it was starting to turn wary. “What are you talking about?”

He let out another short laugh, pacing across the room. His feet thudded against the wooden floor with each step, his frustration a storm building inside him.

"Oh, I don’t know," he snapped. "Maybe how every bloody Auror in that office treats you like royalty? How they praise you for the same things I get torn apart for? How you can make mistakes, and they just fix them for you?"

Your frown deepened. "Sebastian, it’s not like that."

"Isn’t it?" He turned to face you fully, crossing his arms over his chest, shoulders taut with frustration. "Do you have any idea how frustrating it is to watch you get handed everything on a silver platter while I have to fight for every scrap of recognition?"

Your confusion tranformed into defensiveness. “I don’t get things handed to me, I work just as hard as you do.”

"Do you?" Sebastian took a step closer, staring you down. "Because it seems to me like every time you screw up, someone’s right there to clean up after you. You didn’t even have to do your own bloody paperwork today!"

"I didn’t ask for that," you replied, fighinting to keep your voice from wavering. "They just—"

"Exactly!" He cut you off, gesturing wildly. “People just do things for you! Do you even hear yourself?"

"Sebastian, please—"

But he wasn’t done. He was too angry to be done.

"You’ve had people worshipping you since we were fifteen," he went on, voice rising with every word. "And I get it, alright? I do! You saved Hogwarts, you saved the wizarding world, you’re the bloody Chosen One or whatever. But we left school, and this—this was supposed to be different!" His hand clenched into a fist at his side. "We both trained for this. We both earned our spots. But somehow, you’re still treated like the prodigy, and I’m still just another nobody!"

“That’s not fair,” you argued, "You’re not a nobody and you know that! And don’t act like I’ve had everything easy—I worked my arse off to be here just as much as you!"

Sebastian scoffed. “Oh, really? And what, exactly, have you had to prove? Because from what I can tell, you don’t have to prove a damn thing.”

Your patience snapped like a stretched wire. “Oh, I don’t know, Sebastian,” you shot back. “I think maybe the part where I fought a whole goddamn rebellion at fifteen is where I proved myself!”

Sebastian’s eyes flashed, his frustration only igniting further. “Yeah?” he snarled. “And what, does that give you a lifetime pass to never have to prove anything ever again?”

“That’s not what I’m saying, and you know it!"

"Bullshit," His tone was sharp, biting. "You waltz into the Ministry and everyone just assumes you’re brilliant, assumes you’re untouchable, assumes you’re better than the rest of us! Meanwhile, I have to claw my way up from the bottom and you just fucking watch!”

You gaped at him. “Assumes I'm brilliant? So what, you don't think I am?"

Sebastian barely felt the jab of your finger against his chest—his anger was a fire burning too hot to notice.

“Don’t twist my words,” he snapped, eyes flashing. “I know you’re brilliant. I’ve always known. But that doesn’t mean it’s fair. That doesn’t mean I should have to stand here and watch you get treated like the Ministry’s golden child while I get torn apart for breathing wrong!"

Your jaw clenched. “So what, you’re angry because you're... you're jealous? Because I get some slack?

Sebastian let out a sharp, bitter laugh. “Some slack? Do you even hear yourself? They worship the ground you walk on! If you screw up, it’s, ‘Oh, no worries, you’ve had a long day.’ If I screw up? ‘Sallow, get your shit together or go push paperwork.’” His voice lowered into something cutting, something scathing. “Tell me, when’s the last time anyone told you to ‘get your shit together?’”

Your expression wavered, just for a fraction of a second, but it was enough.

Sebastian huffed. “Exactly.”

Your nostrils flared, and suddenly you were stepping forward, frustration rolling off you in waves. “You think I’ve had it easy? You think I haven’t fought for everything I have?”

Sebastian scoffed. “I think you fought when you were fifteen, and now you don’t have to anymore.”

Your breath left you in a sharp exhale, like he had struck you, but you weren’t backing down.

“Do you really think it was a privilege to be that person, Sebastian? Do you think I want to be the Ministry’s favorite war story? You think I should apologize for the fact that they won’t let me be anything else?”

Sebastian’s fingers twitched at his sides, but he had no words, only deep-seated resentment simmering beneath his ribs.

You scoffed, shaking your head. “You have no idea what it’s like, do you?”

Sebastian’s jaw tightened. “Oh, here we go.”

You ignored him.

“You have no idea what it’s like to have people watch you all the time, waiting for you to be exactly who they expect you to be, who they want you to be. No idea what it’s like to walk into a room and have everyone already decided who you are.”

Sebastian’s temper flared. “I don’t know what it’s like?” he spat. “All anyone is waiting for me to do at work is fail. To be just like my uncle. To be some dangerous, reckless fuck-up who’d never amount to anything—”

“And yet,” you cut in, voice steel, “you still got to decide who you are, didn’t you? You still got to fight for yourself!”

Sebastian opened his mouth, but you didn’t let him speak.

“I didn’t get that choice, Sebastian. My life was decided for me the moment I survived the rebellion. I could either be their war hero, or I could be a goddamn disappointment for not joining the Ministry."

The silence between you was suffocating. Sebastian’s breathing was heavy, his chest rising and falling too fast. His pulse pounded in his ears.

You shook your head. “You think I enjoy this? That I wouldn’t trade all of it—every bit of the admiration, the praise, the ‘special treatment’—to just be normal?”

“Then why don’t you stop it?” Sebastian spat.

Your lips parted, but no words came.

Sebastian laughed. “That’s what I thought. Because you love it." The words came out low, scathing. "Don’t fucking lie to me. You love the attention, the admiration, the way people hang on your every word."

Sebastian should have stopped. Should have seen the way your hands clenched, how you sucked in a sharp breath like he had physically struck you, but he was too caught up in his own fury, too tangled in his own resentment, and he just kept going.

He was hurt, he was raw, and if he was bleeding, then so were you.

"So don’t stand there and act like you hate it, like you wouldn’t kill to keep it," he spat. "Because you’ve had years to change things, and yet, here you are—still letting everyone kiss the fucking ground you walk on. You love walking into a room and knowing everyone already adores you, already thinks you’re something larger than life. You love that when you fuck up, people look the other way. You love that no one ever questions you. That no one ever expects you to fail. That no one ever assumes the worst of you."

He let out a breathless, humorless laugh, shaking his head. "Must be fucking nice."

You just stared at him, silent, unmoving. Sebastian wanted you to yell back, wanted you to scream at him, to tell him he was wrong, to argue, to fight. But you didn’t.

You just looked at him with something unreadable—something wounded, yes, but deeper than that. Something he couldn't name.

Sebastian’s stomach turned violently, the weight of what he had just said slamming into him all at once. His anger drained, leaving something hollow and sickening in its wake.

"Wait, I—"

But you had already taken a step back.

"You actually believe that, dont you?" You shook your head, exhaling slowly, as if something had finally, finally clicked into place. “You really, truly believe that.”

“No, that’s not true, I—”

“Spare me your goddamn excuses,” you cut him off, your eyes blazing now. “Don’t act like you haven’t spent the last ten minutes trying to tear me down just so you don’t have to sit with your own fucking feelings.”

Sebastian opened his mouth, but no words came out.

“I love you, Sebastian,” you cried. “But I won’t let you do this to me. Not now. Not ever. I will not stand here and be your fucking punching bag.”

“I—”

“You’re angry, I get that,” you cut him off, relentless now. “And you have every right to be! I get that this isn’t fair. It’s not fair that I get special treatment. It’s not fair that people are willing to overlook things for me that they’d never overlook for you. And it’s not fair that you’ve had to work twice as hard just to prove that you’re not your uncle.” You exhaled sharply, like saying it out loud was exhausting. “You’re right, Sebastian. And I’ll fix it. I’ll go in early on Monday, I’ll talk to them, I’ll address it. I’ll do whatever I can to make it right.”

You scrubbed a hand down your face, flicking unshed tears from your lashes, inhaling sharply as if forcing yourself to stay upright, to stay steady, to keep from breaking right here in front of him.

"But how fucking dare you stand there and tell me I wouldn’t fight for you the second I knew something was wrong? I have fought for you from the second I met you, and you know it. I have fought for you when no one else did, when no one else would. And this is what I get?!"

Sebastian felt the room tilt. This wasn’t how this was supposed to go.

He had been so sure—so damn sure—that if he just let everything out, if he got it all off his chest, if he made you see how fucking unfair it all was, then he’d feel better. But instead, he felt like he had just ripped open something vital. Like he had swung too hard, missed his mark, and severed something he hadn’t meant to touch.

"You—" He swallowed thickly, reaching for words that wouldn't come. "That's not what I—"

"Yes. It is," you cut in, voice quieter now. Flatter. "You said exactly what you meant."

Sebastian felt his stomach turn violently, bile burning at the back of his throat.

“No,” he rasped. “No, I—fuck, that’s not—please, just—”

"You think I want this?" Your voice cracked, the first fracture in the mask you had thrown up, but you didn’t let it break. "You think I want to be some fucking symbol, to have my entire life boiled down to a title I never even asked for?"

Sebastian's pulse thundered in his ears, his own voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't mean—"

"Then what did you mean, Sebastian?" You threw your hands up, voice raw, sharp enough to cut. "Because you just stood here and told me, to my face, that I love this. That I want it. That I eat up the praise, that I enjoy being put on a pedestal I never fucking climbed onto to begin with!"

Sebastian flinched. What could he say to that? How could he take back something he had already carved into the space between you?

You let out a breath—slow, controlled, like you were steadying yourself from the inside out.

"I have never—not once—made you feel like less of a person for what you’ve been through. I have never used your past against you. And I sure as hell have never thrown your worst fears in your face just to win an argument," You let out a humorless, breathless sound. "I would never do that to you, so why the fuck do you think it���s okay to do it to me?”

Sebastian felt those words like a strike to the chest—hard, unrelenting, leaving something cracked and aching in their wake. His hands clenched at his sides, his breath coming too fast, too uneven.

"Do you really think so little of me that you’d rather punish me for something I didn’t even know I was doing instead of just talking to me?" You went on, voice quieter now. "You could have come to me, like a normal fucking person, and we could have figured this out together."

Sebastian moved before he could think, his hands reaching for you instinctively, desperately. “No—no, of course not,” he blurted frantically. “I think the world of you—”

But you stepped back. It wasn’t a dramatic movement. It wasn’t even all that far. But it was enough.

“You don’t get to break something and then panic when it starts to fall apart,” you said. “You don’t get to say things just to hurt me and then act like you didn’t mean them the second you realize you went too far.”

Sebastian’s breathing was uneven, his pulse hammering in his ears. “I didn’t— I wasn’t thinking, I was just—”

“Angry?” you finished for him, voice tired now. “Yeah, I got that.”

“I fucked up,” he admitted, the words strained, like they hurt to say. “I know I did. But I didn’t mean—”

“But you did. You meant every word when you said it. And I... I think you’ve been carrying this resentment for a long time, Sebastian."

This resentment. This awful, festering, rotting thing.

Fuck, you were right.

It had always been there, lurking beneath the surface. It had taken root the day you walked into Sebastian's life, shining too brightly, outshining everyone. Outshining him. The day you became something more, and he was left chasing your shadow.

This fight had never really been about the special treatment, had it? Not really.

Because, if he were honest—if he could admit the truth he had been running from—he knew you deserved to be treated differently. Of course, you did. You had always deserved it. You were brilliant. Blindingly so. You had power, strength, and the kind of unshakable resolve that made people believe in you. You had fought for the world, and the world had loved you for it. And Sebastian—what had he done?

While you had been defeating Ranrok, he had been falling into dark magic. While you had been saving lives, he had been destroying his own. You had been a hero. He had been a liability.

He had never deserved you. Not then. Not now. Not ever.

And yet—you had chosen him. Again and again and agin, through everything. When the world turned its back on him, you had stayed. When he had been drowning in darkness, you had dragged him, kicking and screaming, back into the light. You had believed in him when he was at his worst.

But it hadn’t convinced him.

Because deep down, some fractured part of him still believed you had made a mistake. That you had seen something in him that wasn’t really there. That one day, you would wake up and realize it. And instead of facing that fear, instead of acknowledging that his jealousy had nothing to do with you and everything to do with him, with his own insecurity, he had let it fester. Let it curdle into something sharp-edged and poisonous. He had taken that self-loathing and turned it outward, twisted it into resentment, as if you were the problem. Because it was easier to blame you than to admit the real issue was himself. Because if he couldn’t stand beside you as your equal, then at the very least, he could try to pull you down to his level.

And now, he was watching the consequences unfold before him.

You let out a slow breath, your arms still crossed over your chest, gaze flickering away from him. That was somehow worse than your anger. Because at least when you were angry, you were fighting for this—fighting for him.

Now, you just looked… done.

Sebastian took a step forward. You took a step back.

“Please,” he tried, voice raw, “don’t—don’t do that.”

You swallowed, gaze flickering somewhere past him. “Do what?”

“Don’t pull away from me,” he rasped. “Please.”

You let out a quiet, breathless laugh. “Sebastian, what the hell do you expect me to do?”

He opened his mouth. Closed it again. His thoughts were a mess, tangled and frantic, searching for something to make this better.

He had always been good at words. Always knew how to talk his way out of things, to charm, to persuade. But this? This was different. This wasn’t some misunderstanding. This wasn’t some careless mistake. This was something ugly and deep-rooted and poisonous, and he had let it fester too long.

You let out another breath, shaking your head, as if you were trying to gather yourself, trying to find a way forward despite the wreckage he had left between you.

“Look,” you said finally, voice weary, “I don’t... I don’t know what to do with this right now.” You swallowed, rubbing at your temple. “I need, I just need some time.”

Sebastian’s throat tightened. “Time?”

Your voice was quiet, tired. “Yeah.”

Sebastian wanted to argue. Wanted to tell you that he would do anything to fix this right now, but the truth was, he didn’t even know where to start.

He had spent so long resenting you for something that wasn’t even your fault. Had twisted his own insecurities into a weapon and used them against you, let them fester until they spilled out in a way he could never take back.

And now, he had to live with that.

He swallowed against the lump in his throat, nodding stiffly. “Okay.”

You looked at him for another moment—just a moment—and then you turned.

Sebastian barely had time to register it before the crack of apparition echoed through the room, and you were gone.

And just like that, the house was silent.

Sebastian exhaled shakily, his hands trembling at his sides. The weight in his chest felt suffocating, crushing. He ran a hand through his hair, gripping it tight at the roots, eyes squeezing shut.

What the hell have I done?

[aemonds-gf]

dating Martin from modern world hcs

Author Note : I’m still so rusty at writing but Martin has definitely awaken something inside of me, I hope I did him justice. Feedback is appreciated and requests are open for him, Aemond and aegon.

Trigger Warnings : Martin might be ooc, no use of {y/n}, written with afab in mind, allusions to smut, pussy slapping, spanking, bondage, use of spreader bar.

Martin is fairly observant. He noticed some of the snacks you like to eat and started stocking up on them, he made a place for them in his pantry so when the both of you have a sleepover, you'll feel like you're at home.

Before Martin asked you out, he made a playlist of all of the songs that reminded him of you, out of the blue one night he sent you the playlist and you've been drawn to him since.

He takes you out for late-night dinner dates at his favorite rundown diner. Not many people dine there anymore; mostly, it's the older folks, but that makes it quiet. Every time, both of you order the same thing: blueberry pancakes with a side of oatmeal.

Martin doesn't start conversations much; he much prefers to sit back and paint while you tell him about the day you had at work or college or whatever you were doing that day. He relaxes this way.

When he is unable to sleep, he finds solace in taking walks under the moonlight at the park near his apartment. After spending a few months together, he invites you to join him one night. It was a balmy summer evening, with warm air and a peaceful atmosphere. As you walk together through the park, the moonlight lights your way, creating a soft glow around you. The gentle rustling of leaves and distant of the town sounds add to the tranquil ambiance.

Martin may not appear to be the type, but he is a hopeless romantic and, to add to that, he's touch-starved. Whenever you're together, he finds subtle ways to touch you, even if it's not obvious to those around you in public. For example, if you're reading, he might softly stroke your thigh, or when you both decide to watch a movie, Martin will lay his head in your lap.

Martin is accustomed to receiving strange looks; he knows he's the outcast. As a metalhead with even more exotic pets, he embraces his uniqueness. This doesn’t bother him—he doesn’t feel a need to fit in with everyone else. However, he doesn’t want you to endure the same treatment he does. He would do anything you wanted or needed. Want to wear that outfit? Go for it; he can fight. Want to dye your hair? Go ahead, he’ll stand by you and protect you from everything.

Martin will get you anything you want, he's down for anything. Tickets to your favorite concerts, or maybe a fair you'd like to go to. Never worry because he'll always try to be there for you.

We can all agree that Martin is a freak in the sheets, #1 number one pussy eating champ™. Martin loves to eat you out, he'll have you sit on his face, the edge of his bed, or the bathroom sink. Just anywhere.

He loves bondage, loves to make intricate patterns with you. Loves different color ribbons, rope. Speaking of bondage, he loves to use his spreader bar. Martin had surprised you with it one night, after a long day of work. You felt a bit nervous about the contraption, but Martin, being the loving boyfriend he is, reassured you that if you didn't want to, you didn't have to.

Definitely has a praise kink, he loves to be told that's he doing a good job. He praises you a lot too, his favorite phrases are "his favorite girl, his good-girl, and his favorite cumslut."

Wax play is a must for him, Martin enjoys to mixing the wax. He loves to make you his muse, and your body becomes his canvas. Blue candles are a favorite of his.

Brat taming, he's quite good at it. He likes to feel like he's in control, and will spank you as punishment.

Size kink, need I say anymore

Postion wise, he's simple taste. He enjoys missionary and reverse cowgirl. If you wanted to do something spicer he's down, to try everything once.

It's easy to turn Martin on, wear his band shirt with your just your panties underneath. Listen to his reptile facts, he'll meet you in the bedroom.

[urperfectcinnamonroll07]

Days Free

requested?: no pairing(s): choi seungcheol x afab!reader genre: smut, fluff warning(s): soft sex, unprotected sex (mentions of asking for a condom first, wrap it before you tap it), counter sex (then they go to the bed), overstimulation, vanlilla sex, slight breeding kink, praise, oral (f recieving), squirting, summary: 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘰𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 word count: 2k a/n: jesus mother of christ i havent written for cheol in fucking ages. anyways, i have been posting a lot, maybe too much for my own liking, BUT, i may continue to post regularly depending on how busy i am. remember to eat and drink something, love yas, mwah! -Cilla

it was always hard to find a day where both you and cheol were off due to busy schedules. you had a shit ton of work always piled on you due to toxic co-workers. but cheol was an idol and therefore busy almost 24/7. but there was one day almost every three months where your schedules matched and you both had the day off.

that day was today, and you were excited because you had the whole day planned. you had a full day of fun activities, starting off with eating breakfast together, which was very rare in your house, then you would both get dressed and watch a movie, then you would go out to a restaurant (which you would pay for) and go for a walk. then the both of you would go to a museum and then go to another restaurant (which cheol would pay for). then last but not least you would both do skin care together and then go to bed.  

cheol was obviously against the idea of you paying for something for dinner, but you did it anyways since he was going to be paying for dinner.

you woke up this morning to cheol leaving soft kisses on your face. you smiled softly as you came eye-to-eye with cheol who smiled back at you, leaving a lingering kiss on your lips before pulling away.

“good morning my gorgeous girl” he smiles softly, burying his face into the crook of your neck and kissing softly. you squirmed slightly as his breath tickled you it was mornings like these that made you fall even more in love with cheol, if that was even possible.

he pulled his face back, his eyes lidded as you looked up at him. he smiled before leaning down slightly and planting a deeper kiss on your lips, you happily returned it before climbing on top of him, straddling his waist. you pulled away.

“what do you want for breakfast?” you ask softly.

“we have stuff for pancakes don’t we?” he asks, sitting up. you nodded before climbing off of him and standing up, cheol follows not far behind you.

you both walk downstairs to the kitchen, first emptying the dishwasher that was put on the previous night and putting the stuff away on the draining board. this was something you both did together quite frequently because you were both usually up early together. you finished putting the dishes away and put the glasses in that you had both used to drink during the night.

you smiled softly as you felt his eyes on you before getting out pans and the ingredients for pancake mix.

“you’re always so gorgeous in the morning” he says, almost dreamily. you scoffed.

“i haven’t brushed my hair yet” you say, not even looking at him while putting the pan on the stove. it wasn’t long before you felt him wrap his arms around you.

he spins you around with his hands on your hips and presses kisses all over your face, you giggle slightly, pressing your hands on his chest to push him away slightly. he stopped kissing your face and instead stared at you dead in the eyes with a small smile on his face.

“you’re always so gorgeous anyways, i love you so much” he whispered softly, this made you smile, cheol starts leaning in to kiss you, and so do you. your lips then connect in a passionate kiss. your hands slide up from his chest to around his neck, managing to pull him closer if you possibly could.

it was funny to you how even the littlest touches from cheol could ignite such a fire in you that left you needing more and more from him, even after you had gotten your fill (quite literally). but your lips collided in such a way that left you absolutely soaked and bothered. it was also funny to you how he touched you in such a way that left you needing more even after you were completely spent and overstimulated, so when he reached his hand down from your waist to press on your pussy in-between your legs.

cheol chuckled against your lips at how wet you were. you were soaked to the point that you were soaking through your pyjama shorts. the kiss was deepened as you were pressed against the counter, your wetness getting impossibly more wet as he did so. cheol smirked as he felt this and moved his hands to your hips and picked you up, placing you on the counter without breaking the kiss.

soon, the kiss was broken and cheol began to pepper kisses down your neck to the top of your tank top, his hands beginning to wander from your hips to under your tank top until he got to your tits, pinching and tugging at your nipples. you whimpered and moaned, tugging at his hair as he latched and sucked on your skin of your neck down to your collarbone, leaving marks as he did so. he unattached his lips from your collarbone before tugging your tank top over your head, tossing it to the side on the floor of the kitchen. he then held your hips up as he slipped off your pj shorts, tugging them down and throwing them god knows where along with your shirt.

cheol moved you over to the kitchen island and made you move to lie back against the marble, the coldness hitting your bare back made you gasp. cheol moved your legs as wide as they could possibly go before diving into your pussy like a man starved, slurping and sucking for all you’re worth, making you moan and squirm against him. your back arched and cheol had to keep you still as he kept devouring your pussy whole as though he was a man starved, your hands tugging his hair as he did so, but he didn’t let up and continued sucking on your clit, sticking a few fingers into your hole and curling them into your sweet spot, making your toes curl and back arch more than it already had.

cheol knew you were beginning to get close as he kept slurping you with reckless abandon, trying to get you as close as he could, continuing to curl his fingers in you repeatedly as you moaned and writhed, trying to close your legs as much as you could as you felt something stirring in your lower stomach. cheol had to remove his fingers from your throbbing hole and hooked his arms around your thighs, pulling you closer to his face. you felt the knot forming int your stomach as you began to get closer to your high. you were getting closer and closer by the second.

cheol kept going until eventually you were sent over the edge in a wave of pleasure. you felt your juices spurt out of you, spraying all over his face. he rides you out of your high, slurping and rubbing his face in your pussy.

once you were back to your normal state, cheol stood back up to his full height and looked down at you on the counter, rubbing his mouth with the back of his hand in order to rid your juices. the fingers that were in your cunt dipped into his mouth and he sucked. your mouth slightly opened as you watched him, practically mesmerised by his actions. you could have moaned.

he smirked as he saw your reaction, but he then removed his fingers from his mouth and put his hands on your hips.

“wanna take this to the bedroom? need to fuck you now, baby” he mutters, his face in your hair. you hummed in response, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist.

he pulled you up, his arms on your waist as he walked with you upstairs back to your unmade bed. he gently laid you down on it and pulled his joggers down. his hard cock immediately sprung out, his tip red and leaking with pre-cum. you licked your lips at the sight, he only smirked.

“don’t worry, baby, that’s for after dinner” he hums before he crawls over you, hovering above you before he presses a knee in-between your legs and opens them wide enough for him to kneel in-between them. “do you want me to put a condom on baby?” he asks softly, you knew he didn’t mind whether he did or not, he wanted to be inside of you either way.

“no, please just fuck me” you say after a few minutes of thinking, you didn’t care at this point, you just wanted him inside of you.

“are you sure?” your heart melted when he made sure it was what you really wanted.

“i’m sure” you say softly, cupping and stroking his cheek.

he nodded and lined himself up with your entrance.

he waited for a few seconds to tease you, you squeeze his bicep as a kind of warning and glare at him. he laughs lightly before pushing inside of you slowly. his elbows were now caging your head as he pushed himself in to the hilt.

you whimpered and dug your nails into his back as he stopped and waited for you to adjust, no matter how much he stretched you out, you could never be stretched out enough for his length to fit inside of you without you having to adjust first.

you eventually adjusted to his length, you tapped his arm twice as you could barely form words. the tip of his cock was pressing into your sweet spot so well. you moaned and it finally clicked to cheol that he could move. he slowly pulled out while your pussy squelched until only his tip remained.

at first, he set up a slow and sensual pace as cheol rutted softly into you. you were whimpering and moaning into his shoulder with every thrust. even though his thrusts were slow, they were still hard and somewhat rough. the bed frame was rattling and hitting against the wall with every thrust and movement.

though you both didn’t care.

cheol moved his hand away from the back of your head. you laid your head back into the pillows and looked up at him. his hair was stuck to his forehead, and the necklace with a plaque that had both of your initials with a heart dangled from his neck.

“doing so good for me baby, so good” he groaned out, throwing his head back before he looked back into your eyes, when you tried to hide your head back into his shoulder he pulled it back so he was laying back on the pillows. “eyes on me, baby, need to see your gorgeous face” he mumbles before leaning down and kissing you deeply.

you moaned as your pussy clenched around his tight length, the sound of you and him meeting was oddly calming to you. you both pulled away and cheol looked deeply into your eyes, as did you with his.

you felt a knot forming in your stomach, you were getting dangerously close to your high. your nails dug into cheol’s back once again as a warning.

“’m gonna come, cheol” you whimper softly to him, he groans at the sound of your voice.

“come for me baby, wanna see your beautiful face when you come all over my cock like the good girl you are” he mumbles, his eyes were darting all over your face to watch your face as it unfolded in pure pleasure.

his husky voice was all it took for you to come all over his cock, juices spurting out as your orgasm felt like it was going on for pure decades. you almost felt as though you were going to black out at the intensity of your orgasm.

you were still coming down from your high that cheol was trying to ride you out of that you almost missed his groan and stuttering hips that betrayed he had came not long after you. he kept thrusting into you, making sure his cum would stay deep inside of you.

you could already tell this was going to be the best day ever.

[l0stn3v3rf0und]

YAKAR: Yet another Kirby Anime Rewrite

Alrighty it's Kirby Anime rewrite time, let's get talking

How the rewrite would work

Each chapter will focus on an episode from the anime that I want to rewrite or newly written episodes. This is so I can add development for some characters of the cast, introduce new concepts, new characters, and new plot points.

Additionally, if I plan to just rewrite a scene during an episode instead of an entire episode, I would have a chapter focus on that scene, or maybe have some narration that briefly recaps the episode until that scene. These chapters would have multiple scenes from the episodes choosen.

The Nightmare Enterprises arc will be shortened for the sake of including some arcs from the games. EX: Dark Matter trilogy, Star Allies, Forgotten Land etc

If an episode doesn’t have any effect on the plot, character arcs, etc, those episodes would either be completely rewritten if I want to use the premise of that episode’s plot or removed entirely.

For characterization: I want to develop and stretch out these following characters (note that the issues I've noticed in each character are my opinions and I could be wrong on how I saw them, I haven't finished the series yet)

Kirby

Reason: His entire character is just, baby. Which isn’t necessarily a bad thing, but I wish Kirby’s screen time was more than just: HEY HEY! LOOK! KIRBY BEING CUTE! LOOK HOW STRONG HE IS WOOOOAAHH!! HE SO HUNGRY LOOM AT HIM EAT!! Like, yeah, Kirby is cute but in an anime with his name on the title he has little to no character other than that. Also, side note, Kirby witnessed multiple of his newly found friends fucking DIE right in front of him, for a baby that should be traumatizing. But since those episodes are just, filler, Kirby just forgets about it in the next episode like it didn’t happen. Which yeah that’s what filler does. But come on.

How I would fix this

Tweak Kirby’s backstory a bit to give him some more value and maybe pull the reader’s heartstrings

Have those episodes ™ have an effect on Kirby to some degree. Maybe abandonment issues? Attachment issues maybe?? Not to a degree where it’s too intense but maybe have an episode focused on Kirby’s internal struggle with making and keeping friends

Kirby needs to talk more. This is just a personal idea, but maybe overtime we see Kirby start to communicate more clearly? I am thinking we have an episode where Kirby is trying to say something but he isn’t being understood, so he learns to talk since that episode.

I want Kirby’s arc to focus on one topic: Dependence and Independence. Kirby is often playing the hero to Cappy Town and saving their asses to the point that they expect Kirby to save them almost every single time. But, what if Kirby isn’t the one to save them? What if Kirby is the one in trouble? Who can Kirby rely on then? Dependance may sound like a bad thing, like you should be independent right? Well Kirby is a kid, a child, a fucking BABY. He should have the right to depend on someone, anyone, and Kirby struggles to find that someone to depend on. Or maybe struggle to notice that they were there all along.

Tuff

Reason: Honestly, he is such a bitch in almost every episode he is in. I know that he is a kid and kids do kid things, yeah. But similar to a CERTAIN SOMEONE ™ he barely gets any development and stays immature despite everything.

How I would fix this

MORE DEVELOPMENT. Obviously. I am thinking of rewriting the episode where Tuff goes out on his own to help Kirby and have him learn his lesson and ACTUALLY have an effect

Enhance the character a bit. This is just a silly idea, but I can imagine that Tuff more often or not mimics Dedede a little. Selfish, lazy, mean, rude asshole, you know? He may dislike the king, but he is just the kings shadow. And when that is shown to light, it scares him to think that he’ll end up just like the king.

I want his arc to focus on responsibility. He goes from a kid similar to the tyrant king to taking a stand for what’s right, defending his friends and family when they need him.

Meta Knight

Reason: Ooooh boy. Meta Knight, despite having so many focus episodes, almost has NO CHARACTER. Yes there are a few times where Meta shows some character, but most of the time he just shows up to shout out: HOLY SHIT ITS FIRE KIRBY or something. For a character that is supposed to be “mysterious” he shows up a LOT. Which shouldn’t be a problem for a popular character but I wished they kept him more on the sidelines and dug more into the mysterious aspect of him. Also, I kinda wished he didn’t work for the king.

How I would fix this

Meta is often shrouded in mystery to almost everyone, let’s take that up a notch. Have Meta Knight’s first appearances be him stalking and watching the gang from a far. Until he makes his big appearance by challenging Kirby to a battle!

ENHANCE THAT CHARACTER. MAKE HIM HAVE A WILD SIDE. I WANT TO SEE THIS WARRIOR GO CRAZY. He hides behind a physical and metaphorical mask that makes him mysterious and stoic at first glance, but under all that is a wild fighter who loves a good thrill!

Wing. Give him those wings ISTG

His arc would focus on Self-care and freedom. For most of his life he had to fight and fight and fight, never once stopping to rest for even a second. But he learns that he doesn’t have to fight

Dedede

Reason: Should I need to explain him. His entire character is just a rude asshole. And I am not having it

How I would fix this

REDEMPTION ARC BABY!! Have Kirby be the only one who treats him with kindness which confuses him overtime until eventually he gives up on fighting against Kirby

Give him a backstory to why he is the way he is. Maybe Cappy Town treated him badly in the past and Nightmare promised him eternal revenge against them?

His arc should focus on Kindness, how to receive it and how to give it.

Tiff

Reason: She isn’t necessarily a badly written character, heck I love how she was written, but I want to give her more development as like the other characters, development doesn’t exist here baby!

How I would fix this

One thing, internal conflict. Tiff is a very blunt character overall. But what if she was told to keep her words to herself if she doesn’t want to hurt anyone? That would cause her to distance herself from everyone in fear of hurting them.

Have her struggle to be heard once she gets that confidence back

Of course, this isn't all of the characters I am changing, there are a LOT of characters to go through and even some new characters I want to add

If you are reading this and have any ideas to apply for this rewrite, please feel free to slap them down in the replies or reblogs! I would love to read them :]

[the-kingshound]

The serious ask: I'm confused why up until Arthur became a gender select (something I don't really feel one way or another about as it's a toggle, and the characters don't read as "they were always meant to be this "canon" gender but I must pander to the queer masses" you know?), people called them "lesbian"? I get it's a joke, but it felt like...one rooted in mean-spiritedness?

Like hear me out. I understand the joke is basically "they love & respect women" but the rest of the joke is "and men don't". And yes, this could just be me, I'm the outsider that is stepping into an area I don't belong, yes I get that. But it feels like a double standard? For example, if I had a straight trans dude as a buddy, I wouldn't call him "lesbian" unless we were on a tight enough level to know 1000% it wouldn't cause him to feel shitty. So like why is it okay to call a straight dude lesbian? It keeps up the idea that men can't love/respect women or others without being called names. Like "what are you gay bro?" (fellas is it gay to love your wife?) "why are you being such a girl about it?" etc. And then they are expected to not do gay jokes, but are expected to take them?

Is there a problem with incels? yes. Do Boomers make a lot of "I hate my wife" jokes? yes. But maybe we should also stop making that seem normal by perpetuating that myth??? Stop with double-standards just because "Oh they have the privilege so I don't care about their feelings. They can get over it. They are the problem anyway." Is being called lesbian MEANT as an insult? No. But... Straight dudes have feelings, they have boundaries, they can feel uncomfortable when their gender/sexuality isn't acknowledged/made the butt end of a joke they didn't like too.

I also acknowledge that prior Arthur would be closer to enby than a cis-dude, and is as straight as a rainbow, but it still felt weird to me. Like a queer version of the homophobe's "two men can't love each other". And again it could just be me as the outsider feeling a bit too much (never heard that one before jk), but I do think we as a whole need to get better at talking about gender shit as equals, not as us vs them.

Whether or not you post this is up to you. I don't mean anything by it beyond "hey let's maybe welcome everyone? And not make them jokes?" cause honestly the world would be a better place if we never had gender roles or whatever. But this also may not be the space for it, but the weird-historical-phobia anon made me remember the weird dissonance I felt every time I popped in to see Arthur lauded as Queen of the Lesbians.

I shall show myself the door before people rally their pitchforks. I shall return to the other side and just steal IF updates through the crack again.

Hi! First of all, thank you for sending this in. I think the joke of Arthur being a lesbian was born a while ago, but if I remember correctly it was first born because I shared some reference for Arthur + anons sent this headcanons, and the specific clothing, glasses and soft look in general reminded people of a kind of lesbian aesthetic. From there, the joke expanded to Arthur having general lesbian vibes, but honestly, for my part at least, it was never meant as "Arthur treats women well and as such is a lesbian".

Arthur specifically is written, as you said, to be as straight as a rainbow, esplicitly busexual but also exploring their gender identity. They are cis (I mean, M!Arthur is) but they certainly do not abide by the more traditional masculine expectations in the game's setting (which are in some ways different than ours, still).

I agree with you on the way that some banter can come off as othering to people that are not in the queer community, or that aren't very familiar with it, and I know I have been guilty of it on the blog at times. However, I don't think the lesbian jokes about Arthur fall in this category, because there have never been comments about them being the special man who treats women differently, and because I hope he doesn't come off soley like that as a character (I do think the joke can be easily shifted to Arthur Queen of Gays: what would you think of that? Would you feel that was rooted in the same stereotypes too?)

At the end of the day, though, I am not a native english speaker too and I am relatively new to the queer community, so it's possible I may lose some meanings, and write some things in a way that is easy to misinterpret. In any case, you and everyone else are very welcome to the blog and the story, I hope this doesn't take away from it

[pouletaulait]

But the moment is brought up once then not again (from what I recall), and its effects are hard to see without reading far into the text, so I’ve always questioned why this instance was written as Doumeki’s first sexual experience. Why was this event discussed in only a single chapter? Why did it have to be rape and not some healthier arrangement? And if others want to add to that too, I’m curious of those thoughts

In a way, I think I saw it as evidence of Yashiro's "distorted" views on sexuality: He makes Doumeki describe the incident in detail and masturbates to the thought of Doumeki getting sexually assaulted as a young teen... which exemplifies how he trivializes sexual violence, not only in regard to what happened to himself but also to others.

Also, I think you're spot on about this:

We only have so much to work with, but I’m speculating that the blase portrayal and Doumeki’s (seemingly lack of) reaction to these moments could be interpreted as commentary in itself. These moments are so casual in society that even the survivors themselves don’t realize they have been subject to a crime.

Like you said: We never get to know how Doumeki felt or feels about what happened. Maybe he, himself, doesn't really know and never knew how to feel about it. I think Doumeki had no one he could talk to about this in order for him to make sense of what he experienced, it's just something that happened to him; no big deal; and that's how it's portrayed in the story: It's only mentioned in passing, it's trivialized and presented as "sexy". So, yes, it might be on purpose; a realistic portrayal of how this sort of incident has been down played and never really been taken seriously as actual sexual assault. However, to what extent this experience actually may have affected Doumeki and his sexuality subconsciously, is difficult to say imo (you pointed out some interesting possibilities) but what seems evident to me is that his father's actions seemed to have a much bigger impact on him than what the nurse did to Doumeki himself which might also be a reason as to why the incident with the nurse plays a much more negligible role in the story overall compared to what he witnessed his father do to Aoi and his fear of not being able to control himself/being like his father. It also fits nicely into Doumeki's characterisation: He's a protector who doesn't think twice about how something affects himself, in a way he's similar to Yashiro in that respect; he doesn't really care too much about himself: He doesn't appear to be bothered too much about what this nurse did to him as a child and he didn't worry about what would happen to him when he beat his father to a pulp, he also didn't tell anyone about what happened probably because he wanted to protect Aoi and maybe also his family's reputation (?) even though the judge probably would've been more lenient on him if he'd told them what had happened but he chose not to, to his own detriment. As to what's behind the creative decision about the nature of Doumeki's first sexual encounter, I'm guessing that it might be intended to draw attention to the prevalence of this sort of experience among minors in real life as well. There are minors who go through something as horrible as what Yashiro had to go through but there are also a lot of cases that people might deem "not that bad" or like you said even calling Doumeki "lucky" because of what this woman did to him. So, maybe it serves to show a different, less obvious kind of CSA. Or maybe it's intended to, in a way, give Yashiro and Doumeki a bit more of a "common ground", in the sense that they both have had sexual experiences as minors that they shouldn't have had to endure. Yashiro said to Doumeki in chapter 23: "I decided all on my own that you were broken in some way, like me." So, it matters to the story (to Yashiro) that Doumeki wasn't "normal/healthy", it made it easier for Yashiro to relate to Doumeki and to trust him. The focus is on Doumeki's impotence which appears to be mainly a consequence of his father's crime/Doumeki witnessing it but maybe Doumeki's experience with that nurse also played a part in how his father's actions affected him psychologically, it's difficult to tell, but it certainly adds another layer of complexity to his issues with sex.

Implications of Doumeki’s Trauma, mainly with the Nurse

I haven’t seen many discuss the significance of the nurse trauma or why they think it was written that way to begin with, so here’s some of my thoughts

TW: CSA, SA, parental neglect

I’m glad that the story treats the moment with the nurse as SA of a male by a female, rather than Doumeki “being lucky” to have done it with a woman (gross). It’s not often that this situation is represented without it being played as a joke or as something… desirable. (I wanted to puke just writing that).

But the moment is brought up once then not again (from what I recall), and its effects are hard to see without reading far into the text, so I’ve always questioned why this instance was written as Doumeki’s first sexual experience. Why was this event discussed in only a single chapter? Why did it have to be rape and not some healthier arrangement? And if others want to add to that too, I’m curious of those thoughts

We know that when Doumeki was younger, his parents stopped treating him like a child because of his inability to express emotions well and how much his body developed (ch.29). I think Yoneda-sensei wanted to point out the harm of treating a child like an adult when they are still growing. I drew a connection to the phenomenon of adultification, primarily affecting Black children but also applying to other ethnic minorities frequently. There are many negative effects, but among the worst is that some children who are deemed as “more mature” are more likely to be sexualized and potentially assaulted. I believe this is what happened to Doumeki.

Now that I think about it, has Doumeki ever himself thought of the experience with the nurse as rape, or those times in prison as SA*? He said in ch.5 that he has never told anyone else about his encounter with the nurse. Maybe he was ashamed of this sexual encounter, or maybe he was scared that others would judge or simply brush off his experience? Maybe he didn’t even realize he was a victim in that moment. We only have so much to work with, but I’m speculating that the blase portrayal and Doumeki’s (seemingly lack of) reaction to these moments could be interpreted as commentary in itself. These moments are so casual in society that even the survivors themselves don’t realize they have been subject to a crime. Normalization of these experiences is a foundation of rape culture.

The implications/effects of the nurse trauma are harder to see but I think it manifests in a few ways.

Doumeki was around 12-13 (first year of junior high in Japan) when he was exploited by an authority figure, so he may not have fully realized he was a victim. His inability to express emotions well when he was younger explains his general lack of expression, but that doesn’t explain his emotional numbness and feelings of emptiness that are very prevalent pre-timeskip. I believe these aspects are attributed to his trauma (concerning parental neglect, the nurse, and his feelings surrounding Aoi’s trauma). This numbness has actually improved seeing as how he’s expressing more emotion and starting to joke around more post-timeskip. His sense of purpose has also improved, and I don’t think it’s just about Yashiro anymore but also his dedication to the Sakura group.

The nurse incident may also show his early sexual curiosity (since he didn’t run away). It may have added to the huge sense of shame that he would develop for having those feelings later.

Actually I just realized that it was when Aoi entered junior high that she started developing feelings for Doumeki, and it’s when he started avoiding her. They are 5 years apart. Doumeki encountered the nurse when he was in junior high. This recontextualizes everything. The confusing and traumatic feelings Doumeki must have experienced from the nurse incident must have scarred him, making him deeply uncomfortable with Aoi’s new feelings. So it’s not just because she was his adopted sister that made him uncomfortable, but also because she may have reminded him of horrible feelings with the nurse. Now I think this is what makes him avoiding his sister for so long more tangible. He wanted to disconnect from that trauma, which unfortunately he affiliated with his sister. This disconnection from his trauma must have also contributed to his feelings of numbness and emptiness I mentioned earlier.

The nurse incident also highlighted his childhood loneliness. His parents didn’t treat him like a child for as long as they should have. He may have just wanted some attention from an adult…

It’s easy to see why Yashiro’s trauma is so heavily discussed (and it’s extremely important that it is): the effects of his trauma are so visceral to us. And it’s true that portrayals/explanations of how his trauma affects him are given significantly more “screentime” than Doumeki’s (Yashiro is the main character so it makes sense but; admittedly it’s still a bit of a critique). However, the effects of Doumeki’s trauma are also very complex and should be discussed as well. They are just harder to notice..

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I think we will see more of Doumeki’s perspective this arc. And soon. Yoneda-sensei loves hiding stuff from us only to reveal that info at just the right moments, and I think this is what’s happening here. Lots of things about him have changed without any real explanation; so far we can only speculate. E.g. his feelings regarding his father, his situation with his family, his relationship with Izumi (which is being teased heavily), etc

Mysteries all around

*= edit for clarification

[so-long-soldier28]

shit.

@chocolatepalacecloudhoagie @vaugarkel

i'm starting to like theo.

and by like, i mean urge liam to let him out of the jail cell. and gripe at everyone *cough* malia *cough* who gives him shit. and, when those stupid deputies kept waking him up in 6x12 (i think), i was bitching at them through my laptop screen.

[atopvisenyashill]

do love how this is an asoiaf blog but i did not put either show in my top 10 this is the world we live in

[amelikos]

Gibeon vc: He took Terapagos in the divorce :/

[ambivalentmarvel]

just went through the main azula tags i have to write more wtr the economy is in fucking shambles

[hayaku14]

I JUST REALIZED I CAN BE NOT NORMAL ABOUT ALBAN KNOX HERE COS HE'S PROBABLY NOT HERE ANYWAYS I LOVE ALBAN KNOX FROM NIJISANJI EN'S FIFTH WAVE NOCTYX I HOPE HE'S HAVING A GREAT DAY RAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH