#and i also understand her parents not being able to afford it

[florida3exclamationpoints]

I've been looking forward to seeing my friend who moved down here literally since September . the day she left . But then she couldn't afford her ticket and her parents wouldn't help and I was trying not to think about it lest I have a mental breakdown. But my parents said they'll pay for half of her ticket :) so I still get to see her and go to animal kingdom with her :)

[sleepyjupz]

i dont think i've (intentionally) spoken on this tumblr in a bit and i, like basically everyone else, am so so tired and so so sad

[dickgraysonsptsd]

dick grayson, money, and control

i am so obsessed with dick's relationship with money... the more post-crisis comics i read the more i believe that dick sees offers of money, especially from the rich or powerful, as an attempt to exert control over him. in part because bruce, intentionally or not, had dick in a position where dick was entirely dependent on him for housing and money for most of his life, and has directly used giving or taking away resources to punish or control dick before.

disclaimer: i'm using a LOT of chuck dixon comics here because of his heavy involvement in building out dick's personal history in the 90s/00s. as a reminder chuck dixon is an alt-right homophobic qanon creep and deserves no respect

early days as robin

in robin (1992) annual #4 (dixon's version of the dick's origin story), dick is taken in by bruce but almost immediately feels out of place and unwanted in bruce's home. he thinks of himself as bruce's "christmas puppy" and is certain that as soon as his parents' killer is caught, bruce will send him back:

dick doesn't feel any sense of permanence in bruce's life early on. that's understandable given the multiple traumas he's been through, and the impermanence itself isn't what i want to focus on here—for our purposes, the way dick's sense of instability is framed here is as an adopted pet. a christmas puppy. an animal, an impulse buy.

even at age 8, dick understands there's a massive gulf in power between himself and bruce—bruce has a giant home, while dick doesn't see the manor as "home" because he's always expecting to be sent back into the system. bruce is the person adopting a puppy, while dick is the puppy. their power imbalance is implicitly tied to bruce's immense wealth and dick's complete lack of status outside of being bruce's ward.

in robin: year one #3 (also by dixon), leslie and dick talk about how bruce doesn't mind giving handouts, but neither of them want to go to him for them:

Leslie: That's why I had you come to General for tests. They have equipment I just can't afford yet. And I'm not about to go to Bruce for another handout Dick: He wouldn't mind. Leslie: That doesn't make it any easier. Dick: Yeah. I know what you mean.

leslie says another handout, meaning that bruce has already funded her here, and dick too has received financial support from bruce as robin and as his ward. but they both don't want to go back for more money, despite knowing that bruce "wouldn't mind"—there's a deeper issue here than whether or not bruce minds it or can afford it. it's not "easy" for leslie or dick to accept bruce's money, even though it's easy for bruce to give it.

to me, this means dick still doesn't see his new level of wealth (or, more accurately, his new access to bruce's level of wealth) as a normal, secure part of his life. i don't know if he ever really does, though eventually he'll come to rely on a line of credit from bruce in his teen titan days.

the firing (nightwing: year one version)

in nightwing (1996) #101, the first issue of dixon's nightwing: year one arc, bruce fires dick as robin. in #102, dick goes to clark for advice, and clark is shocked at the news:

Clark: How can he fire you? Dick: He said, "you're fired." Clark: It's not a job. Dick: It is to Bruce. His cave. His car. His rules. He pays the bills, Clark. And in his eyes I screwed up.

i think we can trace some of dick's intense dislike for taking money from the rich to this version of the firing—in dick's eyes, by accepting bruce's cave, car, and money to pay the bills, dick gave bruce the power to then take those things away from him. bruce was able to fire dick from robin because bruce's resources enabled robin. if dick had been funding robin himself, if it had been dick's cave and car, bruce couldn't have taken it away from him. (when he later moves to blüdhaven, dick takes the first possible opportunity to establish a lair in his apartment and build his own car, rebuilding these resources on his own terms.)

notably, at the end of the actual firing issue (#101), bruce orders dick to leave behind the new robin suit alfred made for him, connecting the firing directly to bruce taking back something given to dick:

here dick gets a very memorable lesson that gifts of financial support and equipment—or workplace resources, if you look at it from the "robin is a job" perspective that bruce takes in this story—can be given with good intentions, but later used as leverage to punish and control.

moving to blüdhaven

nightwing (1996) #3 by chuck dixon was written years before dixon wrote nightwing: year one (above), so it's not totally consistent with it, but dixon was clearly already thinking about dick's relationship with bruce's money when he wrote dick moving to blüdhaven:

Operator: I'm not showing a credit history, Mr. Grayson. Date of birth? A man your age and there's nothing on my screen. You'll need to send us a certified check for one thousand dollars before we can approve electrical service. Dick: I'll get one to you this afternoon.

Dick: Everyone wants cash because Dick Grayson doesn't exist. I guess they're right. Seems like I hardly know him. Kory or Alfred always handled this stuff for me. And for years I've had to rely on a line of credit paid for by Bruce. Seems like I've been on fast forward since the night my parents died.

dick moves to blüdhaven without a credit history and without any financial records in his name at all, as far as i can tell. "dick grayson doesn't exist." he's been reliant on other people financially, either to manage his money or for the money itself, and now he's establishing independence as a solo operation by starting to handle all of that himself. and he's establishing that independence as dick grayson, not just as nightwing.

(also, "on fast forward since the night my parents died"—really juicy to me that dick's lack of financial independence gets linked to how quickly he grows up after his parents' deaths!!)

soon dick gets a job bartending and grins thinking about "the look on bruce's face":

Dick: I actually have a job. Can't wait to see the look on Bruce's face.

which is a fun moment of "just moved out of my parent's place and i finally got my first job!!" freedom to me (though he's been out of the manor for years at this point).

dick and team funding

we now jump forward to 2003. in titans/young justice: graduation day #1, megacorp optitron offers a massive amount of funding to the titans and young justice. dick is immediately skeptical and assumes that optitron will gradually start to use their financial leverage over the titans to "[get] us fighting their own little wars"—it's clear that he's tying together receiving money with being controlled.

Roy: Think of what we could accomplish— Dick: With a gigantic pile of money? No thanks. It begins with them just funding us. Then they've got us fighting their own little wars. I'm sure there's some land rights issue in Asia that they'd love for us to tackle.

donna makes it clear that she's well aware of dick's feelings about the rich, and implies that his bias against them is affecting his decisions around optitron:

Donna: You have a chip on your shoulder about the rich. That and corporations. Dick: What do you mean by that? Donna: What do you think I mean by that?

and all that evidence of dick's view of money-as-control aside... dick wasn't wrong to be skeptical about ulterior motives!! in outsiders (2003) #21, it's revealed that the offer of funding from optitron in titans/young justice: graduation day was at bruce's behest:

so the entire funding offer in graduation day was part of an elaborate deception by bruce to pay for dick's team without letting dick find out about it. bruce later says he meant well by doing this, but dick is so angry about it that there's clearly a deeper issue here for dick:

Narration: And those who know [that Optitron is owned by Batman] are having a very hard time buying the "hands-off approach." Dick: I'll kill him. Roy: Settle down. Dick: Don't tell me to settle down, Roy. He did this again. He always does this.

"he did this again. he always does this." 👀👀👀

in one of my favorite scenes ever, dick confronts bruce in an explosive rage about his ownership of optitron and specifically calls out bruce being deceptive and manipulative (outsiders [2003] #21):

Dick: What exactly is your compulsion, your burning desire to deceive, lie, and manipulate the only people who give a good god damn about you!?

you should really read this issue if you haven't, it's amazing!! i can't summarize the complex weird conversation bruce and dick have here, it has so many layers, but the point is that dick IMMEDIATELY and VERY EMOTIONALLY takes bruce forcing his money on dick('s team) as bruce being a manipulative control freak.

and like, yeah, we know dick can and does overreact to bruce, but the way he overreacts to bruce here... i am immediately connecting this on the red string board in my mind back to bruce firing dick and dick establishing independence from him in nightwing (1996)!! dick worked hard for that independence!! and then bruce made dick take his money even though dick didn't want to, even though dick has these well-established issues around bruce's money, and he brewed up this whole deception around it because he knew dick didn't want it!! of COURSE dick sees that as bruce being willfully a huge fucking controlling bastard to him!!! GOD!!!!!

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[galedekarios]

Since tressyms dont normally speak, and tara is noted to be able to speak common, when do you think that happened? do you think her and gale were speaking straight away after summoning her? also, do you think she was a kitten or an adult back then?

thank you for your message! 🖤

first off, it's true that tara is noted to be able to speak common. i still find it extremely funny that she pretends she does not when first meeting the protag and gale's other companions:

devnote: pretending she [tara] doesn't speak common

as well as gale translating for her, even though he most certainly knows she does in fact speak it.

as for your questions, i think there's a lot that goes hand in hand here:

do you think she was a kitten or an adult back then?

this is pure speculation, but gale says this when he first brings up tara:

gale: one time my parents denied me a kitten, so i summoned myself a tressym. dear old tara. beautiful creature.

i do think that based on what gale prefaces this with--wanting a kitten and being denied by his parents, thus summoning himself a tressym--we can assume that he summoned himself tara when she was in her kitten stage as a tressym.

(which i personally find extremely adorable, but also poor morena. a child genius on her hands, a kitten with wings and a magma mephit friend her son just summoned... (': )

the 'dear old tara' portion to me seems to be more reflective of the time they have already spent together at that point, highlighting gale's fondness for his tressym companion and, even though it's not specified anywhere in the game, i do think his familiar.

with that out of the way, it's easier for me to delve into the other questions:

tara is noted to be able to speak common, when do you think that happened? do you think her and gale were speaking straight away after summoning her?

it's true that tressyms usually do not speak common. they have their own language. the forgotten realms wiki has this on tressyms in their entry:

Tressym were highly intelligent, being a little above average human intelligence. They could not speak human languages, but had their own language, "tressymspeak", which was based on purrs and growls. [source]

however, if we work with the assumption that tara is gale's familiar (in-game he only ever calls her his companion and friend) and was intended that way (there were plans to not only include her in gale's origin playthrough, but with gale as a companion, and it would also further highlight how exemplary and unique his control of magic is since this is quite a feat for someone so young to achieve) then that would offer some more possibilities:

A familiar was a normal animal or similar creature that had been summoned to service by a sorcerer or wizard and magically bonded to the spellcaster, after which it became a magical creature and gained greater intelligence and new powers. The magical link between a familiar and its master was so strong that in some ways they shared a common existence. All familiars had special abilities of their own and also granted special abilities to their masters in return. All familiars were intelligent—not necessarily very intelligent, but more so than an animal. They automatically knew any skills that their master knew—though they might not be able to do those skills for lack of speaking or opposable thumbs, for example. They were able to understand Common, but most were not able to speak it. [source]

we learned from these entries that tressyms have above average human intelligence and that familiars were able to share in skills and knowledge of their masters.

we also know that tara is particularly intelligent and gifted, creating her own spells like the cat flap of displacement, which she uses to travel great distances:

Tara the Tressym: I'll tell her. With my Cat Flap of Displacement, I can afford the occasional visit. I'd bring you along, if I could. Perhaps some day.

and we also know that she was the one who found the solution for gale's condition, as temporary as that solution was, from his conversation during the tiefling party:

this is only tangentially related, but i do like to mention it here because i think it fits within that picture, but gale delights in learning and teaching. he seems to have learned ignan for his magma mephit friend (he teaches the protag a handful of words during his resurrection protocol and we know from his official character sheet he speaks a handful of other languages too). so i do think we can extrapolate from that fact that he would do the same for tara as well. learn and teach.

so in conclusion, looking at all of these different puzzle pieces together, i don't think it's a stretch at all to assume that gale either taught tara to speak common and she learned from him, and/or they both either devised or created a way for her to speak.

anyhow, i hope that was helpful! 🖤

[calirph]

𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐂 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒. all these sentences come from a search on goodread's keywords for high fantasy and epic fantasy. please change names, locations and pronouns as you see fit.

“Wouldn’t the joys of life lose all colour, if life was eternal?”

“True siblings are bound together by far more essential things than blood, while more times than many blood isn't thicker than water.”

“I believe with all my heart, that Magnus is a worthy and superior successor to your current king. ”

“Fate was a fairy story and a bullshit one at that; fate could get fucked and go bother someone else.”

“You shouldn’t ask the girl blessed by Death whom she’ll die for. You should ask her whom she’ll kill for.”

“You are what I imagine the sun to be like. Fiery. Beautiful. Damning”

“We’re all selfish monsters— the only difference is some of us are more honest about it than others.”

“Tell me a secret, then. One you can part with.”

“Control is an illusion, something to make us feel grounded and in charge of our destinies.”

“Don't overthink everything. You might be surprised by how much you'd like being out of control. Being alive is chaos, and living in it is half the fun.”

“Her hand in mine is as good as gold.”

“One taste, and a thousand deaths you shall receive.”

“You and what army?”

“Maybe today was the day the fire roared and defeated all the rest.”

“To love was a privilege not afforded to those of us born in these trying times when survival was never guaranteed.

“No one doubts your honourable nature, most noble of kings and best of brothers.”

“Don't dwell on your past - it's not where you're going”

“It's your life. Do what you want with it.”

“Ambition comes with a price attached. Of course, that price comes too high if you die for nothing. The reward for ambition too great... is self-destruction!”

“Don't you wish you were here?”

“Most animals are willing to talk. It's the human who don't listen.”

“Some call it brash. Others call it independent. Pick your interpretation.”

“How can I even begin to understand the nature of power when no one shares a common definition of it?”

“No one used my family against me to accomplish their own goals. Not even God or an Immortal.”

“You remember him as a hero, so none of it makes sense for you. But you can remember him like that without caring what others think. No parent is perfect, and growing up is realizing that.”

“The dark doesn't mean you're alone.”

“The tongue is shallow, like water lapping at the shore. To fully understand is to swim in the deep ocean with all the senses.”

“The same thing that you value. Justice for the sake of it, and the safeguard of those who need it. Our methods may differ, but our hearts are the same.”

"My goodness, look at your face! Why ask if you thought I'd say no?"

“Come with me, I think I have a new escape for you.”

“Why should injustice, the darkness of justice, exist and not be an imperfect entry in a book unread for centuries? Until it is so forgotten, that no one remembers it was ever there.”

“That's what friends, that's what brethren are for. To be there, where words cannot.”

“What a thraldom, to be able to dream and only then to be free!”

“The wise man does not play games with dragons.”

“I don’t want to be remembered . . . I just want to live without fear.”

“A name does not make the man, just like a lie does not tell the full story.”

“He told me that everything I was afraid of in the dark was also there in the light. The only difference was the way it looked.”

“Hate is what will obliterate the brightest of the stars that shine inside your heart.”

“A smile is deceptive, I have found. Some are real… and some are false. Sometimes it is hard to tell the difference.”

“Nothing is truly real until one is willing to believe in it.”

“Those who long for perfection will never achieve it, while those who expect failure are always surprised.”

“I don’t have friends— only accomplices and enemies. You’d be amazed at how often they change sides.”

“Fathers are like that, Always disappointing their children when they need them the most.”

“Of course I would fall for Captain Emotionally Constipated. I could train a rock to hold more affection for me.”

“Because that means you’re thinking, and a thinking woman is usually something to fear.”

“Everything makes so much more sense, when you forget what life forces you to remember.”

“Influence is like the tide. Sometimes it goes, sometimes, however, it comes.”

“What kind of person do you wish to be? A part of those who take action, who try the hardest, or of those who go with the flow?”

“The same good folk who would burn me for a psychal now paid me to use my cursed gramarye to guard their sheep.”

“The God-War is coming.”

“Why must we overlook what we are most likely able to do?”

“I speak of the laws man has made, to make everyone lawful.”

“Before, I never knew how far I would go. Now I believe I have the answer. I will go as far as there is to go. I will go way too far.”

“Show your power by appearing powerless.”

“Books are keys that open many doors.”

“I am going to go into this world, and I don't care if you and your narrow mind cannot be a part of it.”

“You are blessed with a knack for sucking the wonder out of the extraordinary.”

“Right and wrong matters little when survival matters most.”

“The hard truths are the ones to hold tight. - Old Bear”

“One can't exactly savor vengeance when one is dead.”

“This was not going to be a peaceful day. No. It was going to be a mess.”

“When a mortal man breaks a people, it is always blamed on the gods.”

“That is the way of the gods. When they intervene, everyone loses something.”

“Life was cruel. It pitted the weak against the strong and never even blinked when the weak were crushed.”

“You were bringing me all those flowers when I was sick, like you were wooing me. How could my poor, weak heart resist?”

“I would choose freedom over comfort every time.”

“Women were always the cruelest where other women were concerned.”

“Is this a knight who comes before us, or the answer to a child’s riddle?”

[klausysworld]

Hiii I was wondering if you could write a klaus oneshot where the reader is enemies with klaus but klaus finds out she has cancer and is all alone and begins to fall in love with her or something like that.

I totally understand if you don’t want to do or you’re uncomfortable with it.

I’ve Got You

(This is on a very sensitive subject, please don’t read if it will upset you too much and know that if you are suffering or know someone who is, nobody is alone)

Cancer was something that had torn up Y/n’s life. It caused her to push people away all of the time. She didn’t want to be too close to anyone, not when the doctors couldn’t tell her how long she had left.

For a while they thought that the cancer had gone but she didn’t want to risk anything only for it to come back.

So she continued to be closed off, even from her own family.

Being Elena and Jeremy’s sister was hard enough, let alone growing up having cancer. Having two parents who were involved in medical care was both a dream and a nightmare. They made her live according to their timetable and their rules as to what would ‘help’. She knew, even as a child, that her family struggled much like any family would struggle to afford treatment and research and she hated herself for costing them so much.

She was kept separate from her siblings, built little to no bond with them. When her parents died, there was nobody to care for her or at least give her hope. She couldn’t afford hospital bills on her own, she had to seek out other family, like Uncle John and he did help however when he lost his life, she lost the chance of hers.

The people at the hospital knew Y/n well, they wanted to help best they could. She was supplied with medication in the form of pills to at least somewhat control the cancer and they had hope that she would be able to take part in a chemotherapy treatment program that would take place within the next year. That was as much hope as she could have to go on.

And she tried to hold onto that, she would imagine the day that they told her she would be able to live her life full without so much risk.

But at the same time, she didn’t really believe it would happen for her. Not anymore.

Sometimes she wished that a vampire would just kill her, out her out of her misery. Other times she wanted to survive everything her dreadful life threw at her and live a long healthy life to its fullest.

It was why she was so up and down with how she behaved. It was why the way she was around certain people changed so drastically, like Klaus.

Sometimes she wanted to see how many buttons she could push, she wanted to make him kill her so at least it wasn’t cancer that took her out. Other times, she just wish he’d disappear and leave both her and her family alone.

She would wonder if, had no vampires ever turned up to Mystic falls, if she would have been able to connect with her siblings some more, if Jenna would have given her some hope.

Those thoughts made her mad, but also sad. That’s when she would get snappy. Sometimes she didn’t mean to annoy him but she couldn’t help herself.

But unfortunately it made people dislike her which in some cases was a good thing because it meant people wouldn’t miss her if she did die but it also meant that she was even more alone.

Y/n was too young to deal with something so big, it was no surprise she didn’t know how to manage it. The problem was that nobody else knew how to either and so she was forced to try do it herself.

The medication she had been on since young caused an imbalance of hormones and had stunted her growth in areas. It made her hair thin and caused her to become feeble and delicate to an extent. Of course she tried her hardest to build up her strength but she wasn’t stupid, she knew it was much easier for her to become out of breath, to become exhausted or hurt. It was because of this that people like Damon would dismiss her and why she would be cast aside without any explanation. Not that she needed a reason, she already knew.

In some ways, she liked that Klaus didn’t know that she had cancer. He would be boisterous around her, tease and taunt her like he would anyone else. Because to him, she was like everyone else. She wasn’t a delicate little thing that needed to be avoided and fixed.

Sometimes he could go a little far, once he had her by the throat, cutting off her airways as he threatened her. He didn’t know that after he left she was spluttering blood all over the floor as she coughed and wheezed for air. She struggled for it anyway, she didn’t like someone taking it from her. But she never said anything to him, of course she was a little more cautious but she enjoyed pissing him off when she could.

When she was little, kids were cruel. If she wanted to play, they would give her funny looks and say they didn’t want to play with her. They acted like she was contagious, or an alien. She hated it.

So even if Klaus’s attention was ill intended, at least it was directed at her.

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Klaus originally saw her as another inconvenience. He met her when he was in Alarics body, when he went over to the Gilbert’s house to harass Jenna and frightened the others. Turns out their sister Y/n also hadn’t been clued in on who he really was. She had wondered down the stairs still in her pyjamas, smiling subtly at him and going to the cupboard to grab some biscuits. Once she had sat down and began munching, Stefan was storming in and telling her and Jenna to run. At that point Y/n just looked tired and begrudgingly got dragged out the house by a hysterical Jenna.

The next time was at a hospital after he had taken Elena from senior prank night. She was sat in the waiting room, lead across the seats as though she had been there hours. He came and sat beside her, spoke to her and told her to tell Damon to never threaten him again. She agreed without compulsion and kept her trap shut about anything else.

The following few times he saw her, she was less tired and more firey. That’s when he began to take a strange liking to her. She always had something to snap back at him no matter how dark the last thing he said was.

Somehow she seemed to know exactly how to make him tick. Knew how to tease him enough to make him want her to shut up but not enough to physically make her. Though occasionally she went too far and he would break.

Sometimes he felt a weird sensation of guilt swirling inside him, he never knew what to do about that. He didn’t enjoy that.

When she became tired, she was moody and would say things to purposely make him angry. And klaus’s anger management had never been great. He didn’t always mean to react to quick and harshly but he couldn’t help it. Especially when he didn’t understand why she was so angry sometimes.

He knew that she was very much seen as irrelevant when it came to her siblings and the Salvatore’s etc. He couldn’t understand why exactly, she was not less useful than Elena was as far as he could see. Still he didn’t ask or dig on it, it didn’t matter to him if she was apart of the little gang or not. She seemed to hang around him anyway.

He took an amount of joy in their playful banter and teasing nature when around each other. He also liked to push at her buttons the same way she did his. But he wasn’t as good at knowing how far he could go, often she would end up storming off and he’d be left feeling guilty and there’d frustrate which lead to annoyance and anger.

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Klaus hadn’t once guessed that the reason for her mood swings or her pushed to the side nature was due to cancer.

He hadn’t been expecting to see her name on labels of samples of blood.

He was in the hospital for blood obviously, even though he drank mostly straight from the vein, with all his hybrids and his busy schedule sometimes blood bag was easier.

He happened to come across the samples and spotted a familiar name. His curiosity peeked. Of course he originally guessed that it was just normal things like she had given blood or that she had low iron. But something within him told him to look further.

So he began to compel people to get him her files and information. But turns out he didn’t need to, as soon as he said her name the receptionist was yapping on.

“Oh the poor girl, in and out of here since she was just a toddler” she began, sighing and clicking for Y/n’s name on the computer.

“Really?” He questioned, his brows furrowed.

“Uhuh, next appointment is…oh! Tomorrow” she smiled and Klaus nodded pretending to know

“Right for..”

“Collection and a check up” she smiled and turned around to find something, a bag. She placed the paper back infront of him with contained the prescription pills that would control the cancer to some level. He smiled back at her though it didn’t reach his eyes and picked up the packet, reading what they were and what they did.

His heart dropped a little and he hesitantly handed them back to the receptionist. “Thank you, I’d take them to her but if she has a check up tomorrow anyway then I expect it’s easier if she get them herself” he muttered, his voice quiet as he felt a strange sadness forming somewhere inside him.

“Of course” the woman answered “Will you be with her tomorrow?” She asks with the tilt of her head.

“I might be” he replied, unsure and she nodded slightly back

“I’m sure she’d like it if you did, nobodies been with her for a scan for over a year now” she sighed and his heart ached.

He left shortly after and tried to find her. Eventually he found her, much to his surprise, at his house. She was sat on his sofa with a glass of wine and one of his hybrids, chatting about whatever. Without caring he made his way over and grabbed her by the arm.

“Klaus!” She yelped as he began to pull her away from the hybrid.

“He just wants to drain you love, come on upstairs” he murmured, pushing her up the stairs and grabbing the bottle of wine from the table.

“Well he might just be nice” she muttered

“Perhaps but I don’t like the odds” he replied as he pulled her into his room

“Right, because you care if he kills me” she grumbled and his stomach turned uncomfortably. No longer did the joking of her death amuse him like it once did.

When she noticed his silence and the look he had in his eyes, she knew that he knew. It was stupid look of pity that everyone had and that slightly uncomfortable stance because they don’t know how to act around her anymore.

She sighed and glanced to the floor and then him. “Can you not?” She whispered and he frowned confused

“Not what-“

“Oh don’t do that. I know you know. Its fine. I’ve had it forever you don’t have to be weird” she mumbled as she sat on his bed, laying back and staring up at the ceiling tiredly.

“I don’t know what-“

“Cancer Klaus. It’s not a scary word, it’s not Voldemort” she grumbled

“What-?” He questioned confused

“Doesn’t matter it’s not the point” she whispered and he frowned

“You never said anything about it” he muttered as he sat beside her.

“It’s not really the best conversation topic. Plus we’re not that close” she mumbled

“Well…you’re in my bed so I’ve done something right” he joked lightly and she smiled

“I guess so” she whispered.

Klaus laid down beside Y/n quietly. It was a little odd to be so close to her without either of them having ill intentions. He did feel bad though that he made her uncomfortable but he couldn’t help but act a little off. His mind had been replaying every time he had hurt her, he wondered how much it had endangered her life.

It confused him as to why he had this care for her. He couldn’t have cared less about week ago if she had been killed but knowing that she actually, most likely, would die much sooner than expected made him feel something. To know that she was living in pain and fear of when it would catch up to her.

Klaus was a man who liked control, he couldn’t imagine having something like cancer hanging over his life everyday acting as a threat ever time she breathed.

“So you-“

“I don’t wanna talk about it” she mumbled, cutting him off. He fell into silence and sighed softly.

Y/n stared at the ceiling, wishing it would fall on her in this moment. She hated that he knew. Of course she didn’t exactly hide it from him but she also didn’t want him to know. Not because it was something she was embarrassed of, or because she feared he would used it against her. Simply because it meant there was one more person who would look at her like she was incapable and weak. She didn’t want to be stared at like an animal at a zoo by anyone else.

She’d rather he be cruel to her and tell her how pathetic she was just for being a human. She’d rather he scare her and hurt her like he did everyone else in town than look at her like he was now.

She felt her eyes drain of the life that they usually held when around Klaus. With a lump forming in her throat and a heavy weight of disappointment on top of her, she pushed herself up and got off his bed.

“I’m gonna go home” she muttered, ignoring the way he sat up and looked after her with worry.

“Love-“ he called, standing up to follow her as she made her way down his stairs.

“I don’t want to talk, I want to go home” she huffed.

“Sweetheart-“

“Shut up Klaus” she snapped “stop calling me cute little names and looking at me like I’m a three-legged puppy! You don’t like me, I’m annoying and useless to you” she sighed, her voice becoming desperate and she hated how pathetic she sounded.

“You’re dying” he whispered

“Everyone’s dying” she mumbled “I’m just doing it faster” before leaving his house, closing the door behind her.

Klaus left her alone for a little while, and she avoided him also.

He did however go back to the hospital after she had her most recent scan. He compelled the surgeon to show he what was happening, where it was and what that meant. He wanted to know why she wasn’t getting more help, they told him there was very little chance of her surviving even with chemotherapy. Klaus argued they should still try and they informed him of the treatment trial coming up in two months time. Demands were made, he would pay for everything and they would tell her that she qualified to have it free. He didn’t really care what lie they told her just so long as she accepted it.

And she did, Klaus received a phone call telling him so.

Klaus still had no explanation for his sudden change of heart, why he wanted her to get better so badly. He didn’t know why, he just did.

He felt a little sad that she wouldn’t hang around him anymore. Not many people willingly spoke to him, even if it was just some teasing and playful banter. He missed it.

When she had her first dosage of chemo, he found himself in her hospital room. It upset him that nobody had come with her or shown any care at all.

Klaus quietly wondered through the hospital, it was halfway into the night and quiet as he searched for her room. His expression softened when he saw her curled up in a bed, the machine beside her beeping quietly. A singular rose was placed beside her bed as he pulled a chair over to her and leaned down to kiss her cheek softly. It was an odd gesture coming from the hybrid but he tried not to dwell on it as he sat beside her for a while.

Klaus came back during the night as her treatment continued, he would leave her a rose and often a note. He would never know how much it meant to her.

One night he ran his fingers through her hair, only for a handful of strands to come out with his hand. His eyes had enlarged as he quickly put it in the bin and gently lifted to her head to find a clump of hair on her pillow. He didn’t want her to find it in the morning and be upset and so removed it himself.

He didn’t mean to wake her up. She knew it was him without a doubt when she felt her face against someone’s chest. She could hear his soft muttering and the sound of his hand behind her head. It took her a minute to figure out what he was doing and when the realisation hit her she just stared at his chest exhausted. Y/n could remember when all her hair fell out the first time, when she was little and the other kids would poke fun while the parents would tell her how brave she was while staring at her with that helpless, pitiful face. She didn’t want to see it on Klaus’s face as well so she pretended to stay asleep.

After a moment he laid her back down and pulled the blanket back up. “There we go” he murmured softly as he smoothed it over “it’s all going to be just fine” he whispered, stroking her arm gently. She kept her eyes closed and her breathing steady until he left, she couldn’t stop the tears rolling after he was gone. She hated feeling sorry for herself all of the time but it seemed she could never catch a break.

It wasn’t long before she was back home, still on chemo but home. Jeremy was living in Denver and Elena basically lived at the Salvatores so Y/n had the house to herself. She didn’t go out much, she never really had. She only did recently to annoy Klaus but she didn’t want to be around him anymore either so she found that staying inside was better.

However Klaus had different ideas and so wound up on her doorstep, nocking incessantly until she answered.

“Finally love, you and me worried” he sighed and she narrowed her eyes

“What do you want?” She snapped, she was wrapped up in a blanket and wore a hat on her head. Klaud wasn’t sure if it was because she was cold or because she had given in and shaved her head.

“It’s lovely to see you too” he smiled sarcasticly and she glared. “I wanted to see how you were doing” he answered.

“I’m doing fine. How are you doing?” She replied stiffly

“Ah you know…family troubles” he mumbled and she hummed

“Elijah?” She question

“All of them” Klaus muttered “three brothers, a sister and a mother. I can only be glad I’ve already killed my father…though that didn’t stop mother”

Y/n let out a breathy laugh and glance down “I’ll grab my shoes and we’ll talk and walk.” She told him before closing the door. Klaus smiled to himself as he waited a second before she came out ready. She was completely wrapped up, hat gloves coat. Still he didn’t ask, just remained happy to be with her.

They spoke about the sudden arrival of his family and the ball. He said he hoped she would come but her silence wasn’t convincing.

“You don’t have to” he told her “I know you don’t like people and you barely like me enough” he smiled and she returned it weakly.

“I don’t really think it’s a good idea” she mumbled and he nodded, of course he was a little disappointed but he wasn���t exactly surprised either.

“Then perhaps you’ll have to give me a dance another time?” He offered and she shrugged playfully with a smile

“I might be able to come for just one dance, but I go home straight after?” She compromised and he grinned

“Perfect” he whispered and cupped her face. The smile soon vanished from his lips as he felt how hot her skin was to touch “you’re burning” he mumbled before unzipping her coat and pulling her hat off. Immediately she made a sound of upset and grabbed for the hat. His eyes softened as she stared at him with a mixture of emotions.

She wanted to die. That was it. She wanted the cancer to take her in that moment. Stupid Klaus. She wasn’t sure why having no hair made her feel so bad, she had a nice shaped head but her past experience with peoples reactions caused her to hate it.

“Put it back” she whimpered but he shook his head. His hands gently pulled her coat off and then her gloves.

“You have a fever, you’re boiling, I’m taking you home” he told her as he leant down and lifted her up. She looked at him like he was crazy, she didn’t understand what kind of bond they had or what feelings they held for eachother. She didn’t why he would like her of all people. Was it pity? She hoped not, she’d be so pissed off it was.

“Fevers are normal” she mumbled “you don’t gotta worry”

“Normal or not, it’s best we get rid of it so that it doesn’t hurt you” he answered as he carried her towards her house. She couldn’t help but smile a little when he said ‘we’. In a way it reminded her of how her parents would care her and tell her that it was something they would all get through.

He felt her relax a little in his hold and glanced down to see her looking up at him with a lost look in her eye as he approached her door.

“I can’t come in but I trust that you’ll know how to cool off? I can take you to my house otherwise” he told her as he placed her down and passed her things back to her as she got inside.

“I’ll be fine, thank you” she told him with a small smile before closing the door.

Later that day she received a package containing a dress, shoes that matched and a silver necklace with her birthstone hanging from it. She smiled a little and put it somewhere safe ready for the next evening.

Then she continued to settle her fever and take a nap. She woke back up, watched a few films, messaged Klaus to let him know she was okay now, and finally took her meds when she ate her dinner before going to sleep.

In the morning she continued her everyday routine and lounging around until it was only a couple hours before the ball that the mikaelsons were throwing. She had argued with herself all day whether she should go. She knew people would talk, seeing the cancer kid with Klaus Mikaelson. Not that it was date. No no. That would be weird…

Eventually she decided she would go, dance the first dance and then go home. She just hoped that the exhaustion wouldn’t hit her too hard while she was out or that she wouldn’t fall sick until she got back home.

Y/n never got to go to events like Elena and Jeremy did when she was little, but her mother would dress her up when she was in the house sometimes to make her feel happy and pretty for a day. That was the only way she knew what she was doing when it came to her face. She had stolen some from Elena’s room as she only had the basics for herself.

She put on everything he had given her and looked in the mirror. Her hands touched her head with a small sigh before she called a cab that took her to the mansion.

She stood outside it for a few minutes, unsure whether she should just turn around and walk in. Klaud didn’t give her that option when he came wondering outside, his eyes looking around for her hopefully. She smiled a little to herself and began to walk towards him, his gaze met hers halfway and he quickly flashed beside her.

“You came” he whispered, pulling her in for an unexpected hug. He pulled back and cleared his throat “sorry” he muttered awkwardly before grabbing her hand and leading her inside. “You look gorgeous by the way, you always look gorgeous but…not that- “

“Thank you” she cut him off with a smile and squeezed his hand in appreciation. “Am I late? I didn’t mean to stand there for so long” she asked quietly, glancing around and seeing the entire town moving around his home.

“It’s okay, the first dance only just started” he told her, leading her further inside.

“I never really learned to dance” she whispered nervously

“That’s alright” he murmured “I’ve got you” he told her and she believed him.

She let him guide her throughout the dance, she kept her eyes on him and tried to ignore any stares. Klaus kept her close and offered a death glare to anyone who even glanced their way. Time flew, they danced for nearly six full songs before he felt her body go momentarily limp to his. Thankfully his arm was around her waist already so he kept her up. She regained her balance in seconds but it was clear that something was wrong.

“I’m going to take you upstairs, alright love?” He murmured to her but she shook her head

“I can’t do the stairs…I’m dizzy” she whispered and he nodded

“I know, I didn’t expect you to walk up them” he told her before gently tugging her away from the people. They walked straight past Elijah and Elena talking, both turned to face them with looked of confusion and surprise as Klaus told her to let him help her. He kept upright so that nobody would know she was being carried as he supported her weight up each step. Once at the top they walked past Finn and Esther, his mother eyed the girl with that same pity as most and shook her head at Finn in a way that told him to leave them alone as Klaus lead her into his room carefully.

He laid her down on his bed, propping her up with pillows and cupping her face gently. Her eyes focused on his as his cool hands soothed her skin.

“You feel okay love?” He asked softly

“Yeah I’m ok” she nodded as her head began to settle. She felt a little nauseous but less faint. “I should go home” she mumbled, pushing herself up but he shook his head and laid her back down.

“Stay here tonight love, I’ll look after you” he told her

“Can’t, gotta have my meds” she muttered and he nodded

“I’ll go get them okay? You stay in here, find a shirt of mine to wear to bed and I’ll go get your pills.” He decided, standing up

“Klaus…you’re not invited in” she whispered and he sighed

“Then I’ll go to the hospital and get some, I know what you need”

“It’s easier if I go home” she argued

“I want you here” he told her seriously and with a sigh she nodded.He nodded in return and stroked her face, and her smooth head gently. “You can wear whatever you like okay?” He smiled and she nodded, watching as he left.

Klaus quickly made his way out the room, rushing down the stairs and out the house. Stopping for only a second to tell Elijah to keep people downstairs.

Once he was back from the hospital with her medication she was wrapped in his duvet, dressed in his shirt and her panties with no makeup left on her face while scrolling through Netflix on his TV. He smiled at the sight and close the door behind him with a click. Her head lifted to see him and he made his way over with the bottle in one hand and a glass of water in the other.

“Thank you Klaus” she whispered gratefully as she swallowed a pill before handing back the glass which he placed on a coaster on his bedside table.

He grabbed a shirt and some plaid pants before disappearing into his conjoined bathroom. He remerged from the room in a couple minutes ready for sleep. He had a sofa in his room, a mini fridge and everything. Y/n wandered if he ever actually had to leave his room.

Klaus opened a cabinet filled with blankets and pillows and pulled a couple out and setting up a bed on the couch making Y/n frown a little, guilt and confusion swirling.

“You done have to sleep there” she told him “You could sleep here if you want…or I could go on the sofa, I don’t mind” she offered, slipping out of the bed and making her way to the couch but he spun her straight back around and lead her back to bed.

“Under no circumstances will you not be in that bed” he told her, a level of authority in his tone as he put her to bed. “I don’t want to disturb your sleep by stealing half the bed” he teased.

“No it’s okay, I like sharing” she smiled and he raised a brow as he sat down infront of her.

“Oh? Do you share beds often?” He teased with narrowed eyes. Klaus didn’t like the thought of Y/n sleeping with anyone but himself. Even if it was just a nap.

“No” she whispered, her cheeks bushing pink “sometimes when I was sick my mom would sleep with me” she shrugged and he smiled.

“I doubt I’ll be anything like your mother sweetheart” he chuckled and she rolled her eyes

“Oh just come lay down, you know that’s not-“

“I know, I know” he murmured playfully as he laid beside her. She huffed out a breath dramatically and he grinned, pulling her against him. It was strange to be so close to him, teasing and laughing again. She liked it though, and so did he.

Klaus shifted himself under the duvet and pulled it around them. He hadn’t had a girl in his bed for a while, especially the past few months. All he could think of was her so why would he want some other woman? It had been even longer since he had a girl in his bed with no expectations of sex. That hadn’t happened in decades.

Something about it was nice, innocent.

Y/n on the other hand had never shared a bed with a man, never been touched or ever really thought that a guy would want to touch her. She didn’t think Klaus would either, especially not when she looked like she did. She’d lost a lot of weight from the chemo, her stamina was low, she bruised easy and she had no hair which threw most boys off. Boys her own age at least. Not Klaus.

He couldn’t have cared less about something so simplistic. Sure, she had pretty hair at one point but it didn’t define her. He liked her as she was, of course he wanted her to be cancer free and happy but he’d still love her while she wasn’t.

Love. Was it too strong of a word? He wasn’t sure.

Especially not when he was looking at her like he was now. Seeing her so openly vulnerable and curled up against him, sleepy eyes set on the tv and her body hidden under the quilt though he could feel her legs touching his.

It wasn’t long before they were snuggled up and half asleep. She was barely conscious when Elijah’s head popped into the room to check on Niklaus. The brothers had a brief conversation on how the night went, Elijah expressed his caution around their mother Klaus said he couldn’t be bothered with it anymore. Elijah left when Y/n began to stir and Klaus’s focus became her.

He slept with her throughout the night, he woke to find her missing and his heart sank. Thankfully she wondered back in from the bathroom a few minutes later and crawled back to bed with a yawn. Klaus’s lips upturned and he pulled her close again. She looked up at him with a small smile which grew when their eyes met.

“Hi” she whispered and he smiled

“Hi” he uttered back, pulling her as close to his side as he could before she was under him. She glanced to the time, seeing it was still really early. She groaned softly and closed her eyes. Klaus hummed softly and brushed the backs of his fingers across her cheek bones softly. “You look so pretty” he whispered.

Her cheeks tinted red and she rolled onto her side to hide her face from him but it only resulted in him spooning her. He kissed the back of her head making her go redder and her fingers to hold onto the sheets beneath. Klaus pressed close to her, too close. The second she felt something hard against her backside her body went tense and she panicked. Klaus felt her fear and quickly pulled himself away from her but she was already getting out of bed.

“I have to go, I’m sorry” she whispered, heading for the door but he sped infront of her.

“Love-“

“I gotta go”

“Let me drive you, and at least give you something to wear” he mumbled, disappointed with himself for scaring her. She nodded when she realised she was still in just her underwear and his shirt. He sped into Rebekah’s room which was unsurprisingly empty as she had ended up staying the night in Damon Salvatores bed.

He came back and she pulled the jeans on before he drove her home. It was quiet and he hated that he’d ruined the night. He should have thought about it and known she wouldn’t want that, he hadn’t intended to do anything other than sleep but she was so close and he couldn’t help but want. His desire always won though in this case it made him lose big time.

He apologised quietly when she got out the car and she told him it was okay and that she overreacted. Neither of them were particularly pleased with how they responded.

Y/n thought about how the moment could have played out a hundred times over and kicked herself for not just letting him have her. But she knew she would have regretted it.

They both decided to pretend the incident didn’t happen when they saw eachother next. Klaus had turned up on her doorstep that same night, it was clear he had been crying but she mention it. She wrapped her arms around him as he told her that his family had left again and that his mother wanted him dead. She ended up back in his bed, using his chest as a pillow once more.

In fact she ended up in his house, his bed a lot. Especially as her chemo treatment continued, when she wasn’t in hospital he managed to coax her to his house.

“I enjoy our sleepovers” he teased making her bite back a smile and glare playfully.

“Technically you don’t even need sleep” she reminded and he rolled his eyes.

“Well I like sleeping with you” he murmured with a wink and she laughed.

For a little while, things seemed to be getting better. She felt happier and somewhat healthier. She was more confident in herself when Klaus was around, he helped her see her beauty and her worth. For a moment she truly believed that everything would be better.

But things could never just be so simple.

At the end of her chemotherapeutic treatment, she went into the hospital as expected. Klaus didn’t go with her this time, Y/n had told him that the appointment wasn’t for another week because she wanted good news as a surprise.

How she wished it was good news.

She knew as soon as she saw the nurses face. When she told her that the treatment hadn’t worked the way they hoped, she just nodded and asked how much she owed. They shook their heads and reminded her that it was ‘free’ and she went home.

All this had done was just confirm that she wouldn’t live even half of what everyone else would. A quarter if she was lucky.

Vampire blood couldn’t save her, magic couldn’t save her. She just had to accept it and live with it for however long.

That wasn’t even the hard part for her, the hard part was telling Klaus.

After her appointment she went back to his home. He wasn’t in but she went up to his room anyway, besides it was basically her soon now too.

She stared at the bed, god she loved that bed. It was like a cloud and when she had Klaus holding her tight aswell? She only hoped heaven would be similar.

She tapped her fingers against her arm as she thought. With a sigh she went and had a shower, got back out and stared at herself in the full length mirror that Klaus had in his bathroom for whatever reason. She smiled and laughed through her nose at the thought.

Y/n had a lot of clothes at Klaus’s now, she pulled on one of the only actual sets of underwear she owned and sat down on the bed. She adjusted the straps on her bra for a few minutes and fiddled with her panties so they sat how she wanted them to.

Klaus was home shortly after and made his way upstairs to his room. His breath got caught in his throat the second he saw her.

They teased eachother and made little jokes about sex, they both entertained the idea in their heads but he never actually thought she would be the one to make the move.

He didn’t know what the final push was that made her give in but he wouldn’t push it away.

Within seconds he was on that bed, gently pushing her down onto her back and hovering over her. His lips met hers in a deep passion that heated them both. Her legs were nudged apart so he could lay between them. She kissed him back with as much love as should had in an effort to make him understand how much he meant to her.

His hands stroked up her sides gently, holding her waist perfectly. His mouth pressed to hers repeatedly before moving down to her neck. Y/n’s eyes kept shut as she felt the soft tingle of every touch, her hands slid down and unbuckled his belt. She pulled it through the loops with a tug and pushed it aside.

Klaus pulled back and looked down at her hands, he gently took them in his hands and lifted them to his lips, kissing the backs of them. “We don’t need to rush, we have all the time in the world” he whispered, the words made her eyes prick with tears but she held them back.

“I know…I just need you now” she told him quietly making him smile. He leant back down and kissed from her collarbone down. Y/n watched as goosebumps lined her skin and his hands slid her panties down her legs slowly so that she had the option to stop him.

He pressed soft kisses to her knees and then up along her thighs. His hands caressed her legs gently as he pressed an open mouthed kiss to her pussy. Y/n’s body jerked away from his mouth at the unfamiliar feeling and he smiled.

“It’s alright love, I’ve got you” he told her before running his tongue through her folds and up to her clit. Her legs went over his shoulder as her hands went to his hair, feeling the soft curls as her body filled with heat. Klaus rest his head against one of her thighs so he could look up at her as his tongue flicked gently at her little button. Her brows pulled together and a soft sound escaped her as she felt his teasing.

“Klaus” she whispered softly, a slightly tremble in her voice as his fingers made their way up and gently traced her pussy lips. He hummed quietly in response, letting the gentle vibrations tickle her nerves pleasantly. The words ‘I love you’ were on the tip of her tongue but she didn’t utter them, not yet. She worried that he would want to know why she chose now to tell him, why now to give herself to him. And if he did find out why, everything would be ruined.

A shaky breath left her and she put her focus back on him. She pulled at his soft hair gently, telling him to give her more and he eagerly obliged. He slipped a finger into her halfway, moving it slowly to help ease the foreign feeling upon her. His tongue still licked at her clit, though now with a little more pressure.

Her back arched a little and a breathy moan left her lips making him push his finger in so it was knuckle deep before pulling it out with a slight curve. He watched her tighten around nothing as her hips rolled a little to try get his touch back inside her.

“Do you like how it feels love?” He murmured with a kiss to her clit. She nodded and pulled at his curls gently.

“I do” she whispered “I love it” she confirmed and he smirked a little.

“I love it too” he smiled and sucked her clit into his mouth making her squirm and moan his name. She inhaled deeply and leant her head back against the pillows and two fingers began to stretch her open as they pushed in as far as they could’ve.

She took soft but long breaths as her body filled with heat and her hips ground her pussy against his fingers as they curled into her and found her spot. Her back curved off the bed and he smiled to himself, happy to bring her pleasure.

His fingers met the thrusts of her hips and his tongue lay flat against her clit, letting her rub against it as quick as she needed. A soft cry left her and her pussy squeezed his fingers tightly, her thighs squished his head making him chuckle and suck on her softly. He pulled away before she could come undone and pulled her down the bed so her legs were at his hips instead.

He leant down to kiss her lips making her wrinkle her nose and dodge him.

“Sweetheart, you can’t deny my kisses now” he murmured as she wriggled.

“You can’t kiss me after that” she whined and he laughed

“You taste lovely” he teased

“I’m good not knowing” she laughed and he narrowed his eyes before attacking her with kisses all over her face making her squeal and push at his chest playfully. Eventually he caught her lips and had her succumb to the kiss. A soft moan escaped her and he smiled.

“Can I keep going love?” He asked softly as he used one of his hands to undo his jeans. She nodded kissed his jaw softly, her eyes fluttering as she felt his bare legs against hers. Her body tensed for a moment as his cock rest against her thigh and her hand gripped his shoulder. “I’ll be slow” he whispered, “don’t worry Y/n”.

She nodded again and tightened her legs round his waist. Klaus cupped the back of her head with one hand while the other guided his tip into her weeping hole. She whimpered at the stretch and he kissed her cheek, holding her close.

She nuzzled close and clung to him as he pushed another two inches into her and gently rocked in and out of her, getting another inch into her with each thrust until eventually she took all of him. He stayed they for a while, stroking away the little tears that gathered in the corners of her eyes and kissing her lips softly.

“It’s okay love” he told her gently, “you know I’ve got you”

She nodded weakly and kept her face in the crook of his neck as he began to move again. Soft little moans slipped past her lips and vibrated against his throat as he thrust into her slowly. His hips moved perfectly to stroke all the right places inside her.

Y/n’s hands held onto him tightly, so did her pussy.

Klaus kissed her skin gently as he rocked into her, his hand slid down between their bodies and he began to stroke her swollen clit. She let out a little cry and he grunted as his cock was squeezed.

“You’re doing so good sweetheart” he murmured as he began to speed up. His eyes closed as he focused on pleasing her body, he could hear the repeated sound of his skin meeting hers along with the whimpers that tumbled past her mouth. He could feel her body growing tired and knew she wouldn’t be able to go on much more. He stroked her skin soothingly while his other hand rubbed quick circles on her pretty clit.

Her body tensed and she cried his name as her body let go around his. Klaus hugged her close as he thrust into her slowly, his hips came to a stop and she panted softly for air. He kissed her lips softly and pulled out. His hand stroked his cock quickly and he squeezed it tightly until he came onto her stomach. She moaned softly and tugged at him for a kiss.

His lips pressed to hers lovingly and rolled onto his back, pulling her ontop of him. Y/n smiled down at him and caressed his chest gently.

“I love you” she whispered and his heart warmed even more

“I love you too” he told her, wrapping his arms around her waist and sitting up. He stood up with her in his arms and carried her to the bathroom. He turned the shower on and brought them both under the warm water.

“I can stand” she mumbled and he hummed but didn’t put her down. Instead he kept ahold of her as he helped clean them both off. She leant against him, her head in his neck as he wrapped a towel big enough to be a double duvet. He kissed her head and dried them off before setting her back on his bed. He pulled one of his shirts over her head and pulled some panties up her legs. “Thank you” Y/n whispered with a smile.

“Of course” he smiled back and laid beside her in his sleep pants. Klaus held her to him, his lips pulled up in contentment and he closed his eyes. He held her close they slept and woke up early to prepare breakfast.

Klaus wanted this relationship to be right. He wanted to treat her like he knew he could and show that he meant his love for her. So he went downstairs and cooked up some pancakes and bacon for his girl. He plated it up and poured them both drinks, he set the table for them and made his way back upstairs.

His movements faltered for a moment as he heard the sound of gagging. Hurriedly he made his way to the bathroom to see her heaving over the toilet. Quickly he kneeled beside her and caressed her back, her hand reached for tissue as she wiped her mouth, dumping the tissue ontop of her sock and flushing the toilet. He helped her up and wrapped his arms around her waits from behind as she brushed her teeth. She apologised quietly but he shook his head and kissed her cheek.

“I got you something love” he told Y/n softly before leading her downstairs. She looked up at him with a soft look in her eyes as he pulled out her seat at the table. She sat down and smiled as he pushed her in and sat opposite her with his food also.

“You know you didn’t have to?” She whispered softly and Klaus hummed

“Of course I did” he answered “I’ll always look after you”

Y/n’s smile wavered a little but she pulled back together. They ate their food and she helped him clean up. After they got dressed and he started to talk. When Klaus starts talking he doesn’t tend to stop until he absolutely has to.

Usually Y/n didn’t mind his rants and rambles but this time it was about them. He started going on about all the things they could do together and how once her cancer was gone then they would go wherever she wanted and he went on and on. After a while however, Y/n just couldn’t help it.

Her eyes had been watering for a full twenty minutes and as soon as the first tear fell, well it was like a waterfall. Klaus’s face dropped within seconds and his heart sunk. Panic flooded him and he quickly pulled her into his lap. He tried to calm her but had no idea what was wrong to begin with. Well not at first.

She tried to leave, push him away like she knew she should have at the start. He wouldn’t let her though. Not now. He had to block the exit, ended up yelling for her to tell him what was wrong. Instead of an actual answer she told him that she didn’t want to be with him, she began to say hurtful things. She needed him to not love her. Not if there was no hope of living. She didn’t want to leave him missing her, she would rather he hated her and was glad she was gone. Or at least that’s how she thought in that moment.

Klaus was never good when it came to emotions. He didn’t understand the sudden change of heart, the hatred that suddenly blossomed. But he knew something was wrong, she didn’t look angry or disgusted by him like she tried to claim she was. She just looked scared and borderline devastated.

He stared at her for a while and she didn’t dare say anything else. Klaud didn’t want to believe it to begin with. But it was the only thing that made sense. With slight hesitation he stepped to her, he overpowered her shoving hands and forced her into a hug. It only took a moment for her to collapse into it, cries shaking through her without a break.

“I’m gonna take you everywhere” he mumbled softly, kissing her smooth head continuously. She made a sound of distress and she shushed her gently “anywhere you want sweetheart. It doesn’t matter how long we have, I will not have you live it alone and in self-pity” he argued and she shook.

He picked her up and sat down with her on the sofa, he grabbed a world map and brought it over to her. “Come on love, you choose somewhere and I’ll get us in a plane, have you ever flown?” He asked, swallowing any tears or sadness down. Right now he just needed to keep her with him. He would go anywhere, do anything to ensure that she was happy for however long she had to live.

“We can’t just-“

“Yes we can. We will. We don’t even have to pack, I’ll buy you everything new from wherever we go. Just pick a continent, we’ll do a country from each and see how you’re feeling before we go again” he whispered, desperation seeping into his tone.

“You’re making it worse for yourself” she uttered, wiping her tears.

“It’ll be a hundred times worse if I’m not with you” he argued, a tear dropping from his lashes.

They both went quiet and let the situation fully dawn on them for a little while. Finally Y/n glanced to the map. “I’ve always heard Europe was pretty” she mused quietly and Klaus wiped his eyes, pulling a smile onto his face as he pulled her close and kissed the side of her head.

“It’s beautiful. I’ll call for a private jet and we shall leave in a few hours. Would you like to tell your family that you’ll be away?” He asked but she shook her head no. “Then please, just trust me my love?”

“I do…and I’m sorry for-“

“Don’t be. Just know that I love you and that I will always have you no matter what” he told her, a kiss to her lips to seal the promise.

“I love you” she uttered, they repeated it back to one another as she made her way into his lap and rest her face in his neck.

Everything else was forgotten.

The doppelgänger, hybrids, Salvatore’s, Mikaelsons. They would all have to wait.

[sl-ut]

Daddy issues abby x mother wounds reader

more college!abby

parent's weekend could go one of two ways, and abby was entirely unsure of which she was about to experience. her father was a guiding light in her life, forever offering her support. for so long, he was all that she had, and yet, he was also the cause of her most crippling anxiety.

he was one of the highest paid neurosurgeons in the country, and had her set up for greatness. she had every resource available to excel in any subject that caught her interest. so that's exactly what she did; she excelled at everything she did, flawlessly, at that. but, with such privilege, also came with a need to succeed, little room for error and failure in any sense. she had it so easy in comparison to her peers, how could she afford to be anything but the best?

she's certain that it was among the main reasons why she had been so apprehensive about her sexuality for so long. but, he was proud of her in every aspect of life, but simply did not see how any of his support could even possibly be anything but a positive part of their relationship.

her anxiety doubled on friday morning, bringing her to spend all morning at the gym until she had practice, where she knew her father would be in the stands to watch her every move. she hadn't had much time to think about her girlfriend's own family coming, as they hadn't really planned to meet each other's families so early in the relationship, but she figured she would probably pick them from the crowd when they came to watch y/n's cheer practice.

and she did. how could she not when y/n was the spitting image of her mother, exactly as she had described. but while she was so focused on her own family, she was unable to notice the way that y/n's mother poked at her sides and commented on how her uniform seemed tighter than the last time she had visited. she hadn't noticed the way that she barked at her to stand straighter, and scolded her for acting unladylike. abby had no idea that while she was dealing with her own issues, she hadn't noticed that her girlfriend had shrunken in on herself.

which is why she was so shocked on sunday evening when she turned curled into herself as she listened to abby vent about how much pressure she had been under with her father there, silently running her fingers through abby's long blonde hair in hopes of soothing her nerves, and why she broke into tears when abby finally asked how her own parent's weekend had been.

abby was surprised. her girlfriend had told her that her mother was a stern woman and had very high expectations of her, but she had not made it out to seem that it was any worse than abby's own situation. she suddenly felt terrible for sitting there and complaining of how her father was forever too proud of her, while her girlfriend had been critiqued for every aspect of her being and was sitting there comforting her anyways. she made sure to spend the rest of the night cuddling and kissing and reassuring her gf.

these issues were not something that can be simply taken away, but rather an aspect of life that has shaped a large part of her being. abby was able to understand in a way, and they were both able to lean on each other to deal with these issues, even when they could not fully understand what the other had experienced.

omg so happy to be back with this duo i love them smmmm

[thesweetnessofspring]

Another thing about the epilogue is that in the beginning, Katniss doesn't say she doesn't want kids. She says she's never having them. Big difference.

Here's the thing, I do agree with you in terms of Katniss's heart of hearts, but there is this exchange with Gale:

"I never want to have kids," I say. "I might. If I didn't live here," says Gale. "But you do," I say, irritated. "Forget it," he snaps back.

Katniss doesn't give us insight exactly into why she doesn't want kids here. She does speak of how difficult it is to have a family, and at this point she hasn't explained what The Hunger Games are. Also at the start of the series, Katniss is resigned to the fact that this is the way life is. She's not itching for rebellion like Gale. To her, life will continue this way, and she doesn't want to have kids in the only Panem she's ever known. So therefore, she will "never want to have kids."

The reasoning for this declaration is given more depth in the last chapter of the novel:

That if I do have feelings for him, it doesn't matter because I'll never be able to afford the king of love that leads to a family, to children. And how can he? How can he after what we've just been through?

And in Catching Fire in regards to the baby bomb:

Isn't it the thing I dreaded most about the wedding, about the future—the loss of my children to the Games? And it could be true now, couldn't it? If I hadn't spent my life building up layers of defenses until I recoil at even the suggestion of marriage or a family?

Honestly, these lines are just heartbreaking. In the first one, Katniss uses transactional language, as she often does. It's not that she doesn't want a family, she can't afford it, just as she couldn't afford the cakes in the bakery shop. The cost of having a child would be far too high, of losing her children to the Games or else watching them struggle in the pains of hunger, cold, and want. To possibly die herself and leave them vulnerable, as what happened to her after her father's death. In the CF quote, she admits that she built a defense against the very thing that could destroy her: love. The most powerful love she could experience, and a potential fate that she "got a taste of" with Prim at the 74th Reaping, but could curtail by volunteering for her, something she would be powerless to do as a mother.

If Katniss truly didn't want children, didn't want a marriage, didn't want what her life was in the epilogue, she wouldn't have needed to build those defenses. And not only that, it was layers of them. As if each time she had a thought or feeling toward that life, she told herself, "no, that's not for me. That is a life I can't have."

People may argue Katniss was choosing not to have children, but is it really a free choice if the Capitol's violence would be perpetuated against her children in either poverty and/or a spot in the Games? If the choices are a.) never have sex that will lead to pregnancy b.) see your child go hungry and live in poverty; or c.) see your child be taken to the Hunger Games, how is that at all free choice? Like every other aspect of her life, even this, the choice to marry or not, was being coerced by the Capitol even before she stepped in the Games.

It's only a choice when she can be as certain as any parent reasonably can that her children are safe. And though it understandably takes her time, in the end, she does agree to have children with Peeta. The "layers of defenses" slowly come down and she's able to see what was behind there: a desire for a family. And with that, taking back the life that the Capitol took from her when she was eleven years old.

[shaunashpmn]

follow up analysis post to this: @lauraleetaylor !!

i don’t think you can fully understand this concept without touching on 4 things: nat’s upbringing, lottie’s upbringing, and each of their relationships with the group before and after the crash. so i tried to section them, but they also do lead into each other a lot so it’s hard to do exactly :)

nat’s upbringing

compared to most of (if not all) the other characters, we actually hear a lot about nat’s childhood and her upbringing as a whole. we know she grew up in a trailer, presumably somewhere on the outskirts of town considering jackie is suggested to live more in the central, upper/middle-class area and usually these two homes don’t end up situated near each other. we know she had an abusive alcoholic father, and a mostly neglectful mother, although seemingly her mother’s neglect was rooted in fear instead of abusive tendencies like her fathers.

alcoholism and child abuse are two of the core stereotypes projected onto working class people, and by fitting these stereotypes, natalie faces a lot of societal backlash. she herself gets into drinking and drugs, especially following her father’s death, and even takes other measures such as dying her hair to try and distance herself from the pretty shit reality she has to live in.

due to the history of sex work and it’s stigma amongst working class communities, nat is also often stereotyped as a “slut”. even at such a young age, and having not slept with an outlandish number of people. even those who don’t know really anything about her perceive her this way, which is yet another example of the way negative stereotyping is so prevalent amongst lower classes. this is also linked heavily to sexism, of course, but being a teenager who has seen this kind of thing play out time and time again, i find it incredibly hard to believe that this is directed at nat just because they “don’t like her”.

we see how growing up in poverty has affected her life since the very beginning and even well into the adult timeline. she still reminisces on her teen years, visiting her mother and living in a motel instead of somewhere more permanent. we aren’t exactly sure whether this is down to choice or not (it’s implied not), but either way, it’s an example of the same thing.

if this isn’t by choice (which again i do believe), it’s also a clear example of the fact that the cycle of poverty is near impossible to break, even after such unusual circumstances that have presumably changed everything in her life. there is no escape.

nat’s relationship with her personal life is, in my opinion, a strong depiction of this struggle.

lottie’s upbringing

as is made abundantly clear from pretty much the beginning, lottie grew up super wealthy. as in, uber-wealthy. although some of the yellowjackets share similar childhoods in terms of financial status (nat and van, shauna and taissa, jackie and lottie in many ways), lottie’s is considered almost “unbeatable”.

we see this in lots of ways, too - she has maids, a massive house, expensive clothes, private jets. when she needs psychiatric help, it is offered to her immediately and in the most extreme ways. she even spends 15 years in a facility in switzerland because keeping her somewhere ‘average’ is seemingly not enough for her parents.

lottie is also neglected heavily by her father and somewhat by her mother too. she is supposedly raised mostly by nannies and when she is interacting with her parents they aren’t focussed on her wellbeing, only their safety. but there isn’t the same kind of social stigma surrounding this, and it’s made relatively clear.

amongst the upper upper class, being able to neglect your child is essentially admirable. the fact her parents are able to afford full-time childcare is a stereotypical bragging point for the rich, as these services aren’t cheap and the way in which they care for lottie (the quality of the service) isn’t either. she recieves top healthcare and is on full-time schizophrenia medication, which isn’t cheap either. these things sound positive from the outside, but it means she is left lonely.

lottie also doesn’t have the same relationship with her childhood as nat does. she isn’t positive about it, but she doesn’t seem to think about it much at all, instead focussing more on their time on the wilderness. although this is obviously painful in it’s own ways, it does highlight a privilege that the upper class, and lottie, are able to benefit from a lot. although her childhood was lonely, it wasn’t nearly as traumatic.

this is in part due to the fact that she was still technically being cared for, and in part due to the fact that people were celebrating her regardless. lottie’s relation to classism is obviously harder to pinpoint, because she’s not so much on the receiving end, but it does very much link in. (and link to my next point!)

relationships with the group (pre-crash)

lottie isn’t the ‘popular girl’ that people make her out to be. she’s no jackie, not even a shauna. but she’s not a nat, either.

lottie, despite being equally shy, and an equal balance of kind, argumentative and funny, is respected amongst the girls even before the crash. but nat isn’t. where lottie is wearing fluffy jumpers, pink plaid skirts and bunches, nat is wearing leather jackets, red plaid skirts and a bleached ‘mullet’. the two exist in a very similar way, both keeping to themselves socially but still interacting sometimes - it’s just that those interactions are totally different.

people laugh at lottie’s jokes, they trust her, they thank her for what she does for them. at the same time, nat is outcasted. people make up rumours about nat - supposedly because they don’t know much about her, but they know equally little about lottie and don’t do the same to her.

if nat was the one with a psychiatric disorder like schizophrenia, she would almost definitely be being consistently harassed and hatecrimed, but lottie’s family are able to bury it and even if that information did come out, the jealousy of her wealth would still override the ableism - not completely, obviously, but a considerable amount.

general speaking, people like lottie and don’t like nat, because the preconceived notions they have about each of them are so different, and weigh so heavily in lottie’s favour, regardless of who they each actually are.

this isn’t pre-crash, but even in the adult timeline they are still forced into these roles. lottie has enough inheritence and social power to start camp green pine, where she serves as the ‘leader’, and nat is forced to live either in a motel or on lottie’s property- literally until she dies there. it’s a subtle metaphor, and it can also be explained in many different ways, but if you look for it it’s almost always there.

relationships with the group (post-crash)

lottie and nat both go into the wilderness with just as much ambition behind their respective beliefs. if we exclude 2:08 and 2:09 (for the sake of making a fair argument for the bulk of the show so far, i’ll come back to them), nat is as strongly committed to her rationalism and survivalist instinct as lottie is to her supernatural beliefs.

the wilderness cult and lottie’s role in it have very little to no backing, and the few bits they do have can be explained by trauma, chance or other circumstances. nat’s beliefs are rooted in their life at home and her determination to allow them to survive. she has brought them the bulk of their food, water and safety. she has survived without the cult, which is something the others do not believe possible.

the others don’t listen to nat because they have never listened to nat. because it’s easier for them to ignore her ideas and not have to face a. their inner prejudice and b. reality. nat commits to reality because that’s what she’s always had to do to survive. growing up in an abusive household and in an impoverished area, she knows how to use firearms. how to ration and take matters into her own hands when there isn’t food on the table. how to defend herself and others from danger and arguments when there simply isn’t the time or capacity for it.

nat has infinitely more survival knowledge than lottie, but they don’t listen to her, because they don’t want to accept that that’s true. there are so many examples of this kind of discrimination happening against minorities and struggling communities for literally forever, and it’s such an integral part of the yellowjackets narrative and billions of real-life stories, too.

silencing the working class subconsciously because of the beliefs you hold internally is ‘textbook’ classism !!!

regardless of whether or not the girls are aware of lottie’s psychological condition (which i have to imagine at least some of them are aware of, at least by the time they are rescued and she’s immediately sent to hospital), there is little reason for them to believe in her aside from desperation.

now, obviously there’s other ways to explain every single one of these points. that’s the entire purpose of the show. if i wanted, i could write something like this for some kind of prejudice between most of the characters. that’s the whole point, is that it’s up to interpretation! but i personally think that in a world so heavily affected by classism, amongst a group of teenagers from across the classes, and focussing on the way this system of life ages with you despite other circumstances, it feels so important to me at least that it’s highlighted, and especially because it’s done so well whether it’s intentional or not.

i also think it adds so many interesting layers to each of them! i could also talk about each of the characters’ childhoods and societal upbringing individually for literally days so let me know if you’re curious! sorry this is so long! but yes basically, i believe the reason the group believes in lottie and resents nat for her opposing beliefs is classism. xx

[codenamesazanka]

Eri's touted as sort of a 'Tenko But Things Went Right', which isn't wrong, but I feel like her save relied a lot of luck too. And luck shouldn't be a determining factor in child welfare??

It was by pure chance that Deku and Mirio first encountered her. 100% random bump. Nighteye had no idea about any child in the Shie Hassakai compound, despite having staked it out for at least a few days already.

The rescue effort was launched to save Eri, yes, but only because the Heroes had that one lucky detail to connect “DNA inside bullets” to “visibly injured child”. Without that...who knows? If Heroes had no compelling evidence to storm the compound, would they have just continued a routine drug investigation? If they raided the compound but didn’t know about the child beforehand, what would’ve happened to her? Shunted off to an orphanage because she’s ‘a criminal/yakuza’s child’? Place under HPSC supervision because of her relation to the bullets?

The manga itself stated that Eri was going to be sent off to an orphanage, BUT her out-of-control quirk was cause for concern and fortunately there was the one (1) guy who can suppress her quirk and help train her - who happened to be a teacher at a private educational campus run by a multi-millionaire who can afford to take her in as a ward. How amazingly lucky!!!! (And everyone themselves said that they were hoping to teach Eri how to use her quirk so that she can cure Mirio. How nice that her quirk is deadly but also has this miraculous healing ability that lends this additional incentive to take her in.) Eri is still only in custody of UA because her last living blood relative, her grandfather, is still in a coma. Would Pops ever want her back, if he ever wakes up? Would UA let him? Good thing UA has the resources and connections to win a custody battle, in this case.

Plus, before all of that, Eri was already another abandoned child, way before the Heroes ever learned of her. Her mom abandoned her; then her grandfather took her in, but when he fell into a coma, she ended up with the worse possible caretaker. Yeah, Overhaul is Overhaul, but a relative falling ill and being unable to take care of a child is something that can happen to any family.

Eri was abandoned by her mom because she killed her dad. What on earth was the police doing then? Did her mom is not report this? Five seconds after the dad disappeared, the mom immediately plopped the toddler in the car seat and drove her off to Pops? Or is it more likely the mom screamed and panicked and called emergency services, but it turned out that there’s nothing to be done about the dad… and then emergency services also apparently did nothing about the mom or Girl With Newly Lethal Quirk or the beginning of quirk counseling so that the mom could understand the accident as ‘mutant quirk’ and not ‘curse’??

There were points where Eri could've been saved, before she ever bumped into Deku, before Overhaul put Pops in a coma and started cutting her up.

Similarity, saving Tenko shouldn't have just been 'Hero happened to be in the area and wasn't busy and was able to spot this injured child and go help him' (if it doesn't turns out AFO was behind this too lol), or 'if only there could've been a Hero 15 years ago who could handle his quirk, hold his hand, and give him relief'. It should've been 'first person who saw this injured child called the police or took Tenko to a police box'. It should've been 'Kotarou's last act of parenting was not to pick up garden shears and whack his kid with it, but know to keep calm and know what to do in a quirk emergency' or whatever. It should've been 'the three other adults in the household had enough conscience to not let Kotarou bully his toddler'. Hell, it should've been 'All Might and Gran kept tabs on the Shimura boy'.

idk. I just don't think 'Luckily a Hero noticed!' is good enough.

[ni-idea-07]

Hey there, hope you're all good! I really love your writing, especially your fic for Hannibal. Would you consider writing a one-shot or hcs for me featuring a romantic yandere hannigram and a female reader, It would be cool if the reader had a gold digger and narcissistic personality due to past trauma, fearing dependence on others due to her abusive childhood. She's career-focused and always looks for rich men who can give her material comfort and stability. I understand if this is not something you are interested in writing, and I apologize for my English as it is not my first language.

Thank you so much!! I really appreciate it. I also want to clarify that I enjoyed writing this. I hope you like it and it met your expectations.

Enjoy.

Love.

TW: mild yandere, manipulation from both sides, childhood trauma represented in adulthood, the english is not my first language.

Since you were a little girl, your mother’s friends always told you how pretty you were. It made you feel good, but nothing could improve your family situation.

You grew up in a neighborhood forgotten by everyone, where the nightly fights between your parents were more frequent than the laughs. Your mother, trapped by financial dependence, silently accepted every insult and blow, while you watched from a dark corner, swearing to yourself you’d never be like her.

You couldn’t rely on school supplies or new shoes like most of your classmates. It made them laugh at you for using pencils you found in the lost and found box.

You were still small, but clever enough to reach one conclusion: money was important, and the lack of it only led to suffering and humiliation.

You needed it to gain respect, to stop being someone people would mistreat.

That little innocent girl turned into a teenager who took advantage of boys from other courses to buy things you wanted. With those things, you were able to improve your appearance even more.

But when you started university, the naive hormonal teenagers you used were replaced by rich men – most of them married. But you’d pull away without explanation every time they wanted to take the next step and formalize the relationship.

You were a “gold digger,” yes. But you wouldn’t marry anyone, no matter how rich they were. You couldn’t afford to emotionally depend on anyone. You didn’t want to be like your mother, who continued living under your father’s shadow.

Everything changed when you met HIM. Or rather, THEM.

After ending your last relationship, you needed to remind yourself why you did what you did. You decided to go to the gala, a place filled with wealthy, familiar faces, where you could hunt without much effort. You liked that world; even though you didn’t belong to it, you knew how to move like you did.

You were lucky, you always were. You were the most beautiful woman in the entire gala, and you really caught attention in a good way.

That burgundy dress beautifully accentuated your figure, combined with your confidence and that look you had—it was very alluring.

Will was the first to notice you, his gaze analyzing you as if he wanted to decipher every secret you kept. Hannibal, noticing his interest, let out a slight smile. To them, you were more than attractive; you were a challenge, a new piece in a game both of them dominated.

The game started subtly, as it always did. Hannibal and Will knew how to take control without their prey noticing, and with you, it would be no different. They watched you from afar, measuring your movements, calculating your intentions. You were good at playing with others’ emotions, but they were masters of manipulation.

Hannibal was the first to approach, impeccably dressed. He spoke to you in a soft, refined tone. Will joined soon after, with a smile that hid the intensity behind his blue eyes. They seemed like the perfect balance: Hannibal, the confident, methodical predator, and Will, the mask of vulnerability that disarmed any defense.

They treated you like the most precious gem of the night, their attention intoxicating and constant. And you, used to being the hunter, didn’t realice they had already turned the tables. Every word, every look, every gesture was perfectly calculated to trap you.

That night, when the gala ended, they both offered to take you home. You accepted, playing with the idea of how far you could go with them, but what you didn’t know was that they had already decided they wouldn’t let you go.

In the following days, you saw them more frequently.

Hannibal’s invitations always came with unsettling precision, as if he knew exactly when you needed an escape from the monotony. At every dinner, he offered dishes that not only delighted your palate but made you feel important, special. On the other hand, Will seemed to read your emotions before you could express them, always with a kind word and a look that promised understanding. Each of them, in their own way, was breaking down your defenses without you realizing.

The intensity with which they looked at you, as if you were a possession rather than a person, began to overwhelm you. More than once, you’d found them talking in whispers, exchanging looks that seemed to hold secrets you couldn’t decipher. But you assumed they were just planning some gift for you; you had mentioned a specific car model recently.

You weren’t stupid; you knew something was going on, but you couldn’t deny how much you liked the attention. Hannibal and Will gave you everything you had always wanted: security, admiration, luxury… even a kind of stability you had never experienced.

However, the true nature of their obsession came to light one night when you tried to distance yourself. You started to feel trapped, as if they were closing all your exits. You tried to pull away, inventing excuses and telling them you were studying for your upcoming exams at the university, but they weren’t willing to lose you.

–“Darling, you don’t need to worry about anything”– Hannibal said with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. –“Everything you need is here with us.”–

Will, with his apparent sweetness, added –“Yes, darling, we give you everything you want, don’t we?”–

It was then that you realized they weren’t going to let you go. And the worst part was that, even if you wanted to fight, a part of you was enjoying what they offered too much. You had spent your entire life manipulating others, but now, for the first time, you felt the weight of being manipulated.

The problem was that you didn’t know if you wanted to escape… or if deep down, you were already completely theirs.

Despite everything, you chose to stay and have a good night with them. They were so skilled, so experienced, that they left you breathless with pleasure.

You woke up in the middle of the night in the enormous empty bed, so you decided to search for them.

It was bad luck that you entered the basement at the worst possible moment. When you opened the door, the air changed; the metallic smell hit you before your eyes could process the scene. Hannibal, covered in blood, worked with surgical precision on a body. Will, beside him, held a glass of wine, watching you with a calmness that froze your blood.

–“I thought you were asleep, love”– Will spoke.

You were in shock. The body, the calmness of the two men, Hannibal’s blood-stained apron.

Your breath became erratic as your vision blurred. Words died in your throat; all you could do was stand there, frozen, as the weight of reality sank in like a stone in water. Fear was one thing; what you felt now was something deeper, darker.

–“Love…”– Will spoke as he set down his wine glass and walked toward you.

This was too much. The idea that these two people, whom you had started to consider a constant in your life, were so far from the reality you knew filled you with a mix of terror and… something else. Because, even though you hated to admit it, a part of you understood what they were saying. And, worse, a small voice in your head whispered that maybe it wasn’t so bad.

Hannibal removed his apron and approached you, wanting to touch your hands as he always did.

–“Don’t touch me…”– you managed to say, stepping back, though your legs felt like jelly.

Hannibal tilted his head, watching you as if you were an interesting specimen under a microscope. –“Not? Isn’t this what you’ve always wanted? Security, stability, the certainty that no one and nothing can touch you. We’ve given you that, and much more. We wouldn’t like to lose you.”

–“We can explain everything, love”– Will added, his tone now almost pleading. –“But we don’t want this to ruin what we have. We couldn’t bear to lose you.”–

You had always been independent, needing no one, proud and beautiful. But since they entered your world, you couldn’t get them out of your head. You loved them. You needed them as much as they needed you.

You had built your life on fierce independence, a shield against the pain of depending on someone else. But now, that shield felt fragile. Hannibal and Will had accomplished something no one else had: they broke you. You didn’t know if it was love, obsession, or just need, but you couldn’t deny that without them, the emptiness would be unbearable.

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[the-roo-too]

morrow lily x reader; non-idol au

warnings: mean girl lily; mentions of underage drinking

getting into your dream university was a struggle, one that you expected. growing up, money was always tight and you were used to having less. never complaining, only accepting what you could get. that taught you to be grateful and kind to others, two important character traits you’d always be thankful for.

the only way for you to get into that prestige school was by getting a scholarship. at first when you were notified of the opportunity, you were overjoyed. it meant you could fight for your dreams, something you’ve worked so hard to achieve. there was nothing that could ruin it for you.

until you met lily. one of your three dormmates. lily jin morrow, the daughter of some sickeningly rich people. maybe if you grew up visiting auction houses often, you’d know who the morrow family was. to you, it was just another name in the crowd, people like all the others. to everyone else, the morrow’s were one of the most influential families in the whole south korea.

she grew up without every worrying about money, something you were kind of jealous of. sadly, she also was unreasonably mean to everyone less fortunate. going to a prestigious school like yours, she probably didn’t expect to meet people like you.

enough about your one dormmate, you still had two others! one of them was nakamura kazuha, a lovely girl on a sport’s scholarship. her family could easily afford the school but she was accepted specially into the football’s team. kazuha was the girl you were fortunate enough to room with. despite being absurdly spoiled, much like lily, she was a true sweetheart.

the last girl, lily’s roommate was yet another girl from an awfully rich background. an english major, pham hanni, the funniest girl you’d ever met. she joked a lot that if her parents would let her, she would do comedy major. hanni was the perfect game buddy when you were busy after studying the whole day. she and kazuha would absolutely smash you in mario cart any time they could.

then again, lily wouldn’t ever join you. she wasn’t outright mean or anything, but you could feel that distance she forcefully tried to keep between the two of you. when she found out you were in the school on scholarship because you wouldn’t be able to afford it, she made a point to keep away from you. avoiding you between classes, stopping her conversations when you were in the room. she never said anything too bad to your face, but you had a feeling she did talk being your back.

lily never thought she was a bad person per se. she just didn’t like people who were below her league. growing up in luxury, she was just used to having everything her way. getting randomly assigned roommates was bad enough, but one of them was awfully pretty to top it of? it’s not like lily was against any type of love but the idea of coming out in college…

just thinking about it made her head spin. when she looked at you, she couldn’t help but think about how pretty you were, even for someone her family would consider below her. she thought that you looked good in those stupid sweats you liked to wear on colder mornings, but you’d look so much better in one of hers. that thought didn’t sit well with her. of course people would notice if you wore her clothes. why did she even like that idea? thinking you were beautiful was one thing, but thinking about you like that…?

maybe because it was the first time lily found herself liking a girl, or maybe because she never before liked someone poorer than her, she didn’t know how to behave around you. the easiest way out was of course to avoid you.

talking shit to her roommates made her feel better too. they were like her, they should understand.

“i just don’t understand how we got roomed with her.” she mumbled while rolling her eyes and sitting down on your dorm’s couch, next to hanni. kazuha was currently on practice and you were wherever. she didn’t care at all, according to her at least.

“she’s nice actually.” hanni responded finally. she liked lily a lot, the older girl was normally super nice but whenever she was moody, she’d feel the need to shit talk about something. usually you. “i don’t know why you’re so mean to her always.”

“y/n? i’m not mean to her!” she huffed in response. “we barely talk. i could be mean to her, but i avoid her.”

“sure. that makes your case so much better.”

then, they both turned their heads as the doors to the dorm opened. in came kazuha, clearly tired after practice. she had her gym bag slung over her shoulder and her phone in her free hand.

“hey girls.” she greeted them both, cheerful as ever despite having probably ran miles during the practice. “y/n just texted me that she’s finishing her shift in the campus cafe, do you guys want anything? she offered to bring some coffee.”

hanni could hear her roommate scoff at that. “that’s lovely actually! ask her to get me lemonade please? i think that nice boy is on duty with her today and he makes it the best!”

kazuha wiggled her eyebrows at her friends before notting that down. “and you, lily?”

“i don’t want anything from her.”

“gosh, stop being so stubborn!” hanni groaned and punched the older girl’s shoulder. “she never did anything to you.”

“if she’s so rich she wants to buy me coffee, why is she here on scholarship?”

“can’t you just appreciate it when a girl does something nice to you?”

kazuha shook her head in disapproval before sending the text. “don’t bother, hanni.”

“i don’t know why you guys like that girl so much.”

“she’s nice. unlike you.” hanni stood up and walked closer to kazuha. “wanna play mario in your room? just take a shower first, you kinda stink.”

the japanese rolled her eyes but a small smile appeared on her face. she nodded her head and the two went their ways, leaving lily to sit on the couch all by herself.

aside from gossiping with her friends, the one thing lily loved was going to parties. it was just yet another chance for her to dress up and let loose.

imagine her surprise when she saw you out of all people, at a party in the senior’s dorms. how were you even invited? why’d you look like you were having so much more fun than her? how could you look so good?

then, kazuha noticed her. lily knew her and hanni would be here, so that wasn’t much of a surprise.

“hey, lily!” the japanese pushed through the sea of bodies, a red cup in her hand. “good to see you.”

“you thought i wouldn’t be here?” kazuha rolled her eyes subtly before shaking her head. “exactly.”

“never mind that. how are you?”

“i just arrived.” lily glanced at the cup before taking it from her roommates hand. “alcohol? i didn’t take you for someone who drinks underage.”

before kazuha could reply, she the liquid quickly and wincing. “no- i don’t drink. just some tonic.”

“ew. that’s why it tastes like shit.”

“have you seen y/n?”

lily followed the japanese girl’s. you looked good, even she could admit that. “i didn’t think she’d be here.”

“i think chan invited her. they’re friends, you know?”

“oh. right.” lily placed the empty cup on the counter. she wouldn’t use it again anyway. “she’s friends with everyone, isn’t she.”

“y/n is actually nice.” kazuha glanced back at you, but you weren’t standing in that spot. she quirked her brow in surprise before resuming her speech. “you should give her a chance.”

“i don’t like poor people.”

“why?”

the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. “yeah, why?”

lily winced as she heard your voice. there you stood, in that ravishing dress. she turned to you with her neck mocking smile. “y/n.”

“lily.” you acknowledged her with a nod of your head. sensing the shift in the air around you, kazuha decided to head back to her friends. she didn’t want to be a witness to whatever went down.

lily leaned on the counter, scanning you up and down. “i didnt expect to see you here.”

you glanced down at the cup you were holding before taking a sip and humming. “chan invited me.”

“tonic?” she pointed to the red solo cup.

“nope.” you gave her a small smile and took another sip. “some cheep bear. it’s kinda disgusting, but one has to let loose somehow, right?”

“let loose?” lily chuckled quietly and moved closer to you. you felt almost uncomfortable with the sudden proximity. “did you know underage drinking could get your little scholarship cancelled?”

your cheeks turned a little red at her comment. she wouldn’t do that to you, right? “come on, lily…”

her hand suddenly landed on your waist. “you’re so pretty in that dress, you know?”

“hmpf.” you tried to move away from her, but her hand was keeping you in place. “i thought you didn’t like poor people.”

“i don’t.” she leaned even closer. so close in fact, you weren’t sure if your cheeks were red from embarrassment or from how close a pretty girl was to you. “but you’re a little different. you’re so annoying.”

“what-“

“but also so beautiful. i could maybe fix you.” before you could say anything else, she lightly kissed your cheek. stupid rich people. her breath didn’t smell like alcohol when she leaned in though. “shhh, don’t talk baby. you didn’t like me being mean, right? i’ll play with you a little then.”

so that was a couple months ago. now, you and your girlfriend of two weeks were sitting on the couch in your dorm, kazuha and hanni on the opposite side of you. lily had her face buried into your neck as she slept, the ‘l.m.’ necklace she gave you after your first date adoring your skin.

“can’t believe that’s how she got you. you like them mean, huh y/n?” hanni wiggled her eye brows at your and your cheeks turned uncomfortably red.

“i thought she was a little annoying…”

“excuses. i knew you two would end up together. speaking of which…” kazuha turned to hanni and reached out her hand with a knowing look. “you owe me 10$.”

“huh?” with a baffled expression, you glanced between your two dormmates.

hanni groaned loudly before reaching into her pocket. “i was betting you’d end up with chan…”

“you guys were betting on us?!”

[formulaforza]

miss americana & the heartbreak prince masterlist

charles leclerc x female oc —what's the point of it all if you're not going to fall madly in into love?

—00. prologue

playlist social media au teaser orange show speedway

—01. all american girl

"“Because.” He doesn’t really know why he can’t land on a message, why everything he types sounds entirely too casual or formal or nothing at all like what he would say to another human being. This isn’t a problem that he’s used to having. It’s the in-person flirting that fucks him up, not the texts and DMs and comments. She was just… he doesn’t know what she was. She was just. End of sentence."

—01.5 hey google, who is christyn elliott?

—02. over the ocean call

"Chris has one student, Quinn, whose family can’t afford reduced lunch prices but also won’t request for Quinn to qualify for the free lunch. She thinks it’s an ego thing, that Quinn’s mom just isn’t able to accept that the family needs help. It’s a single parent household and the mom works two full-time jobs to try and make ends meet. After a newsletter was sent home in need of parent signatures at the beginning of the year and returned with Mama written in sloppy green crayon, Chris learned that Quinn was living a relatively self-sufficient life. As self-sufficient as a five-year-old can be." 

—02.5 like real people do

—03. i think i fell in love today

"If there wasn’t something weird in the air before, there certainly is now. A new weird. A good weird. An implication of something in the air, weird. It’s out there now, just hanging above them. I want to kiss you. You can kiss me. Now all that’s left is for one of them to make the move."

—03.5 do the girls back home touch you like i do?

—04. every finger, every sigh

"She can feel eyes on her. Charles, she hopes. Charles, she can’t find in the chaos. When she does spot him, half-dead sparkler still in his hand, head drunkenly bobbing along to the beat, he’s looking right at her, grins a stupid grin and winks."

—05. monte carlo ave

"He shakes his head. “You don’t understand.” She can’t possibly understand it because he doesn’t even properly understand it, the way he feels about her. The fear he feels about losing all the indecipherable feelings. It’s just good, everything about her, about being near her. It’s all so sweet and nice and good and he really, really doesn’t want to screw it up."

—05.5 still so much I have yet to know

—06. quarter of the way

"As soon as they reach the cover of the trees, Chris is telling Hannah everything. Everything. She tells her about Austin, about how she met a guy who was just too charming to not get her number. About every nervous text and hours long FaceTime call and every picture and every conversation. She tells her about how crazy she feels, how insane she felt agreeing to fly across the world— “Wait,” Hannah questions. “You flew across the world?”"

—06.5 you're invited! welcome to dawsonville!

—07. homegrown

"It’s a twenty-three minute drive to Pig’n’Chik Barbeque in Northern Atlanta. Charles is visibly apprehensive of the little red building and the parking lot filled with the aroma of southern barbeque, but he keeps his commentary to himself. Chris knows it’s probably a little overkill, the hole-in-the wall joint being even a little too gimmicky for her taste, but that’s the whole point."

—08. it's so sweet

“I’ll be right back,” she says hurriedly, over her shoulder, letting the little girl pull her away. Charles nods and flashes her a quick wink before she’s properly whisked away, leaving him with nothing better to do than shove his hands deep in his pockets and analyze the artwork of primary school students. 

—08.5 so american!

—09. sweet nothing

"In a pause in the conversation, he wonders if she’s ever been more her than she is right now. At home, with her family, a never-ending well of love and laughter and beauty. He almost wishes that he could just observe her and all that she is, admire the woman he gets to love." 

—10. i saw the end

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—11. the bees envy me

coming soon

—12. if i tremble

coming soon

—13. see the world

coming soon

—14. yours to keep

coming soon

—15. yours to lose

coming soon

—16. the view between villages

coming soon

—17. heaven in your eyes

coming soon

—epilogue. for the worms to eat

coming soon

[absurdthirst]

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

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 21.5k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“The Nanny is off limits.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

****

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Don't you dare." He growls.

"Or what?" You challenge with a smirk.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

****

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

****

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

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

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

****

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

****

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

****

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You two are going to turn into popcorn." 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No, I'd really like that."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

once.

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

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

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

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

"You took it." He reminds you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'll get you some." He promises, smiling at your want to make the day good for his girls. "We could do that. If they aren't full."

"Yeah?" You say as you lift yourself up, completely aware of how exposed you are but uncaring. "We could take them to the park or something afterwards."

"Something." He agrees, his dark eyes drinking in the sight of your sleep warm, sexy figure in his bed. "How much more do you need to do in your room?" He asks. "I need to get new locks for my door and I'll put some on your suite door."

"Naughty boy," you say with a shake of your head, "I have a box to unpack and that's it. I think I might go to Target and get some bits to make it more homely if you're good with me hanging up pictures?"

"Sweetheart....” he frowns and wonders if that is why you hadn't hung anything up in your room. Did Carol say something to you? "That is your space. Nothing spackle and paint couldn't fix. Decorate it however you want."

"No," you say, before forcing yourself out of the bed, "I just didn't want to overstep. I'm going to have my bath, please don't forget to bring me some clothes."

"'ll go get them right now." He promises, sending you a small wink before he changes into some lounging clothes.

"Thanks baby," you say as you slide into the bathroom, and run yourself a hot bath. Hoping it relieves a little bit of the ache between your legs.

Downstairs, Dave stops short when he sees Carol in the kitchen, cooking as if nothing has changed. He doesn't say anything, just sighs as he notices she is wearing something new and moves to go down to the in-law suite.

The urge to have a long soak to ease your aching muscles is beaten out by the urge to spend time with Dave and the girls. You steal a little of his shampoo and body wash, before listening out to hear his footsteps, so you can get out and get dried and dressed.

Dave gathers your clothes, ignoring the comment that is probably supposed to be some sort of scathing remark from his wife as he walks past her. Carrying them upstairs, he sets them on the bed and proceeds to get dressed completely so he can take you and the girls and leave if he needs to.

"Hey," you say with a smile, as you enter the bedroom. Blissfully unaware that Carol is back in the house, and is likely powering up for a huge argument. "Good choice. I love this dress. Thank you.”

"You're welcome." Dave had slipped on the wedding ring as a habit, he rarely took it off, but he decides to set it inside the box where his watches are kept. "Come down whenever you want, but....Carol decided to come home."

"Ok," you say quietly, with a little nod. Noticing the change in his demeanor, you decide to keep your distance. "Are you ok?"

"I'm good." He promises you, reaching out and caressing your cheek. "If you don't want to be involved in all this bullshit, I won't blame you."

 "Too late," you say with a small smile, reaching up on your tiptoes and pressing a kiss to his lips. "I'll get dressed and we can go out. Take the girls to get donuts like we said."

"Good girl." Dave smirks and sends you another wink before he slips out of the room. Once the door closes, his face drops and hardens. He sighs, deciding to not wake the girls as he goes back downstairs to face his soon to be ex.

You take your time getting dressed, and eventually decide it's time to face the music. 'They're no longer together, you didn't do anything wrong,’ you repeat over and over as you make your way downstairs. "Where are the girls?" You ask Dave as you enter the kitchen.

"Still asleep." Dave glances towards Carol. "All your things have been moved to the other bedroom." He tells her.

Carol scoffs, "Clearly you had to make room for something else in our bedroom."

"We no longer have a bedroom." Dave reminds her, frowning. "You will not start shit in front of the girls or I will make you regret it."

"Sure, you will," Carol snarls. "What was the point of moving the little slut into the basement if you're going to have her up there anyway?"

"I'll go get the girls up." You say with a shake of your head, not wanting to listen to what's inevitably about to go down.

"Thank you." Dave spares you a glance before he raises his eyebrows at Carol's obvious attempt to create some kind of family meal. "Enjoy your food by yourself."

"The girls will be down to join me soon enough, David." Carol says before stepping out in front of him. "Are you done? Are you satisfied? You've fucked the whore now… Let's just move on past all of this."

He steps back when she tries to touch him. "Carol, stop." He huffs sternly. "This is not going to happen."

"Come on, baby," she huffs, "We've both had our fun and now we can get back to what really matters, us. Plus, we have a few friends coming for dinner tonight."

He pulls away when she once again tries to reach for him, frowning in annoyance. "Why do you have people coming over, Carol?" He demands. "We are getting a divorce."

"Because it's been a while," Carol sighs, "And maybe that's what we need. To remember who we are. My Mom is going to pick the girls up around five and she can find somewhere else for the night."

"There is no we anymore." He groans, rolling his eyes and irritated that she has obviously made plans without consulting him. Plans that include him. "You wanted this divorce. Why are you doing this now?"

Carol shakes her head, not willing to answer any questions and begins to walk back over to the counter, "Just tell her she can't stay here tonight, David. They'll be here at 7."

"She can be down in her room." Dave counters. "I will not be kicking her out for some insane dinner party you have decided to throw."

"Fine, but she's to stay there. I don't want her ruining our evening." She huffs before stirring the burning eggs, and shaking her head again.

****

You wake and dress the girls, taking time to do their hair as they requested before taking them downstairs. The smell of burned food makes you grimace as they run excitedly in the kitchen towards Dave. "They're excited for donuts."

"I've made breakfast." Carol insists, motioning towards the table. "We will eat as a family.”

"I promised them donuts." Dave doesn't normally go against Carol's wishes, but she doesn't get to just show up and throw off his own plans in her attempt to make a happy little family picture. The time for that is gone. "Hey babies.” He grunts when they slam into him and wraps his arms around their little bodies. "You girls want to go get in my car?" He asks, looking over at you. "We're gonna go get those donuts you wanted."

"Sorry, Mrs- Sorry," you stutter, unsure what to call her now. Before walking over to Dave. "I didn't think... Me and Dave had said we were taking them for donuts and then to the park."

The pan slams down on the counter as Carol glares at you. "When did you decide what my girls do?" She hisses

"I don't," you say, keeping your voice steady, "As I said it was discussed with Dave. You weren't here." You say before turning to face Dave, "I'm going to go and get them strapped in. See you out there." 

"So you just replace me." Carol demands, this time keeping her voice low as the girls are quickly shuttled out of the room and the house. "Just that easily?

Dave sighs and shakes his head. "Don't start this shit, Carol." He groans. "I don't want to continue fighting. If you do...I'm going to have to make you leave.”

"Fuck you," she hisses before slamming her hand down on the counter, "I won't be here when you get back as I'm going to get the groceries for dinner. Have the decency to make sure the table is set for our friends and the girls have an overnight bag packed."

"Cancel the dinner party, Carol." Dave glares at her and swipes his keys up off the counter. "Or take them out to eat. I don't want to have dinner and pretend to still be your husband. Those days are over."

"No, David. You will do this for me. One last time." She calls after him, "I'm making your favorite."

He doesn't answer, just opens the door and finds you about to climb into the passenger seat of his car. Making him relax the second the door closes behind him.

"Hey," you say as he slides into the driver's seat. "Ready for breakfast?" You say offering him a small smile, as the girls chatter in the back to each other.

"And coffee." Dave rolls his eyes and turns the keys so the engine turns over. "Lots of coffee. How do you feel?"

"Sore," you say, just loud enough for him to hear, "But really good. What about you?"

"I'm good. Really good." Dave reaches over and squeezes your fingers after he backs out of the driveway and puts the car in drive.

"Good," you say, before bringing his hand up to your lips. "So, what's the big plan for today?"

"Girls are being picked up at 5." He rolls his eyes. "Someone has planned a dinner party tonight with friends. All our friends.”

"Oh," you say, with a raised eyebrow, "That sounds... fun. I take it that I need to make myself scarce?"

"She wanted you to leave the house completely but that's not happening." He promises you.

"I can keep myself busy downstairs," you say with a smirk, "Plenty of things to keep me entertained." 

"I'm sure you can." He chuckles quietly. "Make sure you have it charged. But it's not going to be better than me.

"It's already charged," you say with a giggle, "Pretty sure of yourself there, Mr York."

"So you are saying that I should just leave you alone?" He asks. "You don't want to do that again?'

"No," you answer a little too quickly, "I definitely want to do it again. I was just joking with you."

"I know." You probably don't get that his sense of teasing is a little dry. Or maybe he's lost his touch from the years of just dealing with Carol. His eyes slide from the road over to you and he smirks. "I was joking too." 

"Good," you say as he pulls up to the drive-thru. "Don't worry, I'll try not to have too much fun without you.”

"Girls, what donuts do you want?" He asks, twisting around in his seat to look back at them.

"Sprinkle,” they both shout in perfect unison, making you giggle, as you look at him grinning at his babies.

"Sprinkles and chocolate milk, I'm assuming?" He asks, making them nod so hard it's hard to not believe their brains are rattling around.

"You're wrapped right around their little fingers," you say with another giggle. "Super daddy."

"It's not hard to be." He counters. "Look at them."

"Yeah, they're adorable." Looking back at their grinning faces. Dave whittles off the order and drives up to the window to collect. You keep the treats bagged up on your lap as he drives to the park for you to find a picnic table to eat at.

"You monkeys can go play while we get everything ready." Dave winks at them as they cheer and shoot off towards the swings as soon as they are out of the car.

You carry the food and set it up on a table as Dave gets the bag of wet wipes and essentials from the trunk. "Hungry?" You ask with a wink as he walks over to you.

"Starving." Dave huffs. "Someone make me work out." He teases, smirking slightly. "Shoulda gotta a midnight snack when Alice woke up."

You giggle as you pass him the ham and cheese croissant he ordered, before looking over at the girls. "Should we let them play a bit before calling them back over? They seem happy."

"Yeah." Dave nods. "I want them to enjoy today. Yesterday sucked, so today needs to be a good memory for them."

"Best Daddy ever," you say before taking a bite of your food, "How are you feeling about tonight?"

"Annoyed." Dave grunts, shaking his head. "Although I'm going to use it to my advantage."

"Sounds like you have a plan," you say with a raised eyebrow.

The sound of rushed footsteps coming towards you makes you swing your head around, and before you know it Alice is on your lap and Molly is on Dave's. "Donut time," you say before handing them both their food and chocolate milk whilst watching Dave interact with his babies. 

He listens as Molly chatters happily between bites of her donut, shoveling it down as fast as she can between gulps of milk. So far they seem to be coping with the news far better than yesterday.

"Are you guys excited to spend the night with Grandma?" You ask as you play with Alice's hair.

"No." Alice frowns slightly and shakes her head. "It's only because mommy wants to have 'adult time.’" She huffs.

"Aw, baby," you say as you pepper a kiss on her head, "But I'm sure you'll have a great time. Grandma will take you to school in the morning and I'll be there to pick you up ready for dance."

"Promise?" She asks pitifully, pouting at you with the same intense look that Dave has at times.

"Promise." You say before booping her nose.

"Okaaaaaay." She manages to huff dramatically and giggle all at the same time.

The rest of the morning is spent chasing them around the park, watching Dave immediately cave when they ask for ice cream and Alice screaming after scraping her knee on the sidewalk and insisting that Dave carry her back to the car.

You unload the car as he takes them in the house, making them both a quick lunch and setting them up on the kitchen table to do homework before their grandma picks them up. "I’ll pack them each a bag," you tell Dave as he helps Molly with her homework

"Thank you." Dave knows that it's your job, but it's always a huge help when you anticipate their needs.

Their grandma arrives at 5 on the dot. You hand her their bags and once they've said goodbye to Dave you give them both a hug and kiss and promise to pick them up after school the next day.

With Carol still not back and Dave reluctant to set the table, you do it for him. Making sure everything is perfect so that Carol doesn't complain, before ordering yourself a delivery of Chinese food ready for your evening downstairs.

“I don't know why she's planning this." Dave grumbles to you as he puts away the extra dinnerware. "But it will be good to get everything out in the open."

You walk up behind him and wrap your arms around him, lightly resting your head on his shoulder. "Just try not to let her bring you down.”

"I won't let her." He promises quietly.

"Good," you say, unwrapping your arms from him. "Is there anything else I can do before she gets back?"

"Nothing, baby." He shoots you a small smirk. "Just enjoy your takeout. Carol's cooking sucks.”

"Lucky guests," you say with a laugh, having cooked every night since beginning your employment. "Focus on how nice it'll be to see your friends... and think about how much fun I'll be having in the basement." 

He rolls his eyes and huffs at you. "Not too much fun or I won't fuck you tonight."

"Might not need you to," you say with a wink, as you hurry off to open the door.

You open the door to your food and tip the delivery driver, watching as Carol's car pulls into the drive. You thank him as quickly as you can before going back inside to wish Dave a good evening before sneaking off downstairs and out of Carol's firing line.

"I thought the little bitch was going to leave." Carol hisses, bringing bags into the house. Dave rolls his eyes, noticing that at least she had decided to buy pre-made food. No one in the house will get food poisoning. "Never agreed to that." He reminds her.

"She better spend the entire evening down there, David," she hisses, "Or help me God, she'll regret it."

He rolls his eyes again and decides that it's better to not say anything. The sooner this party is started, the sooner it can be over and that's all he wants.

****

Laughter echoes through the house, as the guests eat and chatter. You have demolished your Chinese food and settled on a random Netflix movie. You wonder if he's having a good time. It's been over an hour since they started to arrive and it seems to be going well from what you can hear.

Dave's smile is forced and he stares at Carol in complete disbelief as she pretends that this is just a normal night with the other three couples that are in attendance. "Carol, I was so surprised that you invited us over." Teresa hums, taking a sip of her wine. "A Sunday dinner is so spontaneous."

"Just thought it would be nice for us all to spend some time together," Carol says before reaching over and squeezing Dave's hand, "It's nice to see everyone one isn't it, honey?"

"It's perfect." Dave flips his hand over and takes his wife's before he looks back at the people that she invited over. "That way we can tell everyone at once.”

"Dave-"

"Carol and I are divorcing." He announces, ignoring her attempt to deflect.

The fake laughter that falls from her lips convinces no one, as she snatches her hand away. "Thank you for ruining the evening, David." She says before clearing her throat, "It's not definite," she says to her guests, shaking her head at Dave before he can correct her. "Let's just enjoy dinner, and time with friends."

"It's definite." Dave corrects after she attempts to salvage the evening. "She's been fucking her private trainer. Then decided she wanted a divorce and now that she's realized she's not taking me to the cleaners, she wants to reconcile." 

The gasps that come from the shocked dinner guests make Carol's face burn red with anger, "Heh. The reason I was pushed into the arms of my trainer is because David kept looking at the nanny like he wanted to devour her."

"Oh bullshit." Dave rolls his eyes and pulls his hand away from hers. "You've been fucking Scott for nearly eight months. The nanny has worked for us for six."

"Are you happy?" She yells across the table at Dave, "You've ruined the night and upset all of our guests."

"Yep." Dave chuckles, crossing his arms over his chest. "Oh -Scott gave you chlamydia or you gave him it- I don't know." He looks at the other couples. "She's got the clap."

"Jesus," Rob chokes. "Maybe we should -uh- just finish up dinner and keep the conversation a little lighter. It's sad you're divorcing and all, but look at me and Trish... doesn't have to be bad."

"I don’t have chlamydia, you lying, spiteful asshole." Carol spits across the table at Dave, ignoring what Rob has just said..

Dave snorts, narrowing his eyes at his wife. "Then explain why I had to get treated when I didn't cheat?" He demands.

"So you claim." She snarls back at him, before finishing off her glass of wine.

****

In bed you're unaware of the commotion upstairs, the sound of your TV is drowning out the yelling and you decide to check in on Dave. Typing out a text but changing your mind before hitting send. Instead jumping out of bed and pulling on your favorite pink lingerie set that you've never worn for anyone but yourself and snapping a photo.

Thinking about you. You caption the photo before hitting send. 

Dave's phone buzzes in his pocket before he just shrugs as if it isn't his concern. "It's why I stopped fucking you." He picks up his glass. "Anyway. How are the kids, Rob?"

"Bullshit," Carol says before bursting into the most hysterical sobs Dave had ever seen. 

"Good, thanks," he says before taking a bite of his food, clearly in utter disbelief at what’s happening, "Where's Molly & Alice?"

Carol is dragged away from the table by Trish and Teresa, still continuing to sob uncontrollably.

****

A few minutes pass and Dave still hasn't replied to your photo and with boredom getting the better of you, you decide to take another pic. This time rolling down your panties and taking a shot of your glistening pussy.

Haven't touched myself... This is just from thinking about you.

****

The phone buzzes again and this time Dave pulls it out of his pocket. "The girls are with their grandmother." He explains as he glances down and pauses talking, completely forgetting what he was going to say.

"Good," Rob says with a chuckle, "Better than hearing that conversation." He asks a few questions and waits patiently for Dave to answer, the other guests chattering uncomfortably amongst themselves as Dave takes a large gulp of his beer.

*****

The delivered changes to read and your smirk to yourself before deciding to take it one step further. Sending a very brief and silent video of your finger lightly circling your clit. You like what you see?

"Fuck." The phone immediately opens the video and Dave clears his throat. "Yeah- uh, it's not been a nice few days." He tells Rob as he types out a reply. I do. But you are teasing me. Be careful.

Or what? You type back with another picture. This time of your bare tits.

****

"Should we go?" Mike asks, after staying silent since the outburst. "Clearly you have some things to talk about."

"Nothing to talk about." Dave assures him. "We signed the agreement yesterday and are now just waiting to get it signed by the judge.”

"Seems like she's regretting it," he remarks with a shrug of his shoulders.

****

You huff as he leaves your last message unanswered, before leaning over and pulling your wand out of the bedside drawer. Switching it on to its lowest setting, you wince a little as you place it against your clit, snapping and sending one last picture before turning it up. 

"Doesn't matter." Dave glances back down at his lap as the next text dings through. "Shit." He hisses, eyes focused on your picture. The wand is against your clit and he knows you are moaning right now. Do you want me to spank you? He sends the message quickly and looks up at Mike. "I don't tolerate cheating."

I want you to spank me. You type out between breathy moans. I need you Dave. Fuck. I'd let you fuck me over the table in front of everyone.

****

"Fair enough," Mike says, before silence falls across the room again, apart from the sound of cutlery scraping plates and beer being chugged. "I'm sorry it came to this.”

"It is what it is." Dave murmurs, his cock jumping at the latest message from you. I bet you would. But I wouldn't fuck you in front of them. Only I get to see that.

He looks back up. "All I care about is Alice and Molly being alright."

" l just hope you two can find some common ground." He says with another shrug, just before the ladies come back into the room and take their seats. Carol picks up the dessert plates and pre-made dessert and places it down on the table before asking, "Who wants cheesecake?"

****

I need you. You type out as you feel your orgasm move closer. Fuck. Used to think about you every time I came. And now I know how good you feel, I need you so badly. I'm so close, baby. 

****

"She is staying in the house for the girls, so I hope so." Dave shakes his head at Carol. "None for me, thanks." He declines the dessert.

His cock twitches at your message, barely biting back a moan. The idea that you've thought of him while playing with yourself is extremely sexy. Behave. You'll have me.

"You love cheesecake, David," Carol says with a huff. But most of the guests decline dessert as well. The uncomfortable atmosphere makes the thought of eating difficult and they’d all rather just leave.

****

I want your mouth. I want you to eat my pussy and then shove your cock in my mouth after making me cum.

Push your fingers into your pussy. He orders you, wanting a picture of it.

"I do love cheesecake." Dave reminds his ex, ignoring that she's still calling him 'David' despite him hating it. It's all a power play. "But not the one with nuts on it."

Yes, sir. You text back before pulling the wand away, pushing two fingers into your soaking wet cunt and sending him a photo. Doesn't feel as good as you do.

****

"Don't eat the nuts then, honey," she says with a sugary sweet grin, before pouring herself another glass of wine.

"No need to keep up the pretense, dear." He looks up and levels a serious look at Carol. "Please. We need to co-parent and respect each other. But I am not in a relationship with you any longer."

"Fine, I'll just send our friends home and you can go fuck the nanny. Is that what you want?" She snarls back at him.

Dave looks around the table at all the uncomfortable faces. "They don't want to be here, Carol." He huffs.

"Because you couldn't let us have one nice evening," she says with a shake of her head, "Fine. Everyone can leave. Thank you for coming. I'm so sorry that David ruined the night."

"I told you not to have the dinner party." He doesn't regret telling them, he's not going to live a lie, but he does stand up and apologize for the evening.

They all murmur and look uncomfortably at each other before saying goodnight and thanking them both for dinner. Deciding it's best to just go ahead and leave and avoid seeing another uncomfortable argument play out.

Dave walks them to the door, leaving Carol fuming in the formal dining room. He has no intention of helping to clean up, not when he had been forced to endure this farce in the first place. "Good night." He offers quietly as they file out of the house. "Sorry about this.”

They all shuffle away quietly as Dave closes the door, ready to get home and forget about one of the most uncomfortable evenings of their life.

Turning back towards the house, Dave pulls the phone out of his pocket and reads your last text. Groaning out loud as he sees the sexy picture you sent. You cum yet? He demands.

No. You type back with a huff, I was waiting for my next command.

Good. Dave smirks slightly, imagining that you are frustrated and on edge. You deserve it after disgracing him during the dinner from hell.

Can I cum now? You text back, unsure how much longer it'll be until he gets to join you.

Carol is scoffing and shaking her head as he enters the kitchen, anger funneling through her as she gets ready to rage at him.

"Don't start with me." Dave is well used to that expression but he doesn't want to hear it. "I'm not going to put up with it."

"Did she fuck you as well as I do?" Carol says with a smirk, wanting to rile him up. "Bet she had no idea what to do with you.” 

"Wouldn't you like to know?" He shoots back and rolls his eyes. "There's a lock on my bedroom door. So don't bother trying to go in there."

"Yeah, I want to know." she says stepping in front of him, "Did her pussy feel as good as mine?"

"Better." Dave hums, amused by her attempts to waylay him.

"Bullshit," she huffs, "Why don't I remind you just how good mine is?"

"No thanks." Dave chuckles. "I wasn't joking. You need to get tested. Treated. You have an STD."

"Not funny, David." She snarls before giving up. "I bet she's not even interested in fucking you again, probably glad to be away from you.”

"No, it's not funny." Dave hisses, his face twisting into an angry scowl. "It wasn't funny when I was taking antibiotics to treat the shit you gave me." He decides to open his phone and show her the results from the doctor on the app his doctor uses. "Check the fucking date. It was when I stopped fucking you.”

"Fuck," she says, before stumbling backwards. "Why didn't you fucking tell me?"

"It's not my job to tell you that your little fuck toy gave you a fucking STD." He snarls, looking at her with disgust. "Even if I wanted you, I could never fucking trust you again. So I don't give a fuck if she-" he points towards basement door, "wants me or not. I don't want you.”

"You'll regret this, David." She says before grabbing her keys and storming out the house. Leaving the mess from the dinner party for Dave to deal with.

Dave rolls his eyes and follows her to the door, only to flip the lock. The mess can wait, and he wants to see you spread out.

****

You sigh as you watch your phone, waiting impatiently for a text back from Dave.

Turning off the lights, Dave opens the basement door and starts down the stairs. It's not dark or dank like most basements, it's completely finished. Biting his lip as he stands outside your little suite and knocks.

"Come in," you say after covering yourself, wanting him to rip the covers from you.

Opening the door, Dave steps inside and turns around to lock the door behind him. He had changed out your locks as well, wanting to make sure Carol didn't have access to your space. "What a fucking night."

Pushing yourself up onto your elbows, you see the strain on his face and you soften your expression. "Come here, baby."

"Are you sure you want me here?" He asks, wondering if Carol might have been right.

"Dave, I’ve been texting you photos of my pussy all night," you say with a giggle, "Even if you're not up to fuck, I want you here. I want you."

"Oh I'm up alright." He huffs, reaching down and adjusting his cock where he had tucked it behind his belt.

"The photos worked, huh?" You say as innocently as possible.

"You know they did." He grunts, shaking his head as he starts to methodically strip down.

"It's your fault, y'know? Got me hooked on you."

"It was just once." He defends, even though he is grinning. "That's all it takes?"

"Apparently so," you say with a shrug, "Not that I'm complaining... But I will be if you don't kiss me soon."

When he's fully stripped down, he wraps his hand around his cock. "I shouldn't kiss you. Just tease you like you teased me."

You bite down on your lip as you watch him take himself in his hand, giving his cock a few languid strokes. "I wasn't teasing, baby, I was just warming myself up for you.”

"Yeah? You aren't too sore?" He asks, wanting to make sure that you aren't pushing yourself because you think he wants sex. He's older than you, sex doesn't have to happen every day.

"I’m a little sore," you admit, "But I can take you... After you give me your mouth."

He snorts and shakes his head. "Already demanding oral every time." He tsks, as if he's disappointed. "Maybe I should just fuck your throat."

"Every time? I haven't had your mouth yet." You remind him with a tut. "I hope you like eating pussy though, York, because you're going to be doing it a lot."

"Oh l am, am I? " He likes your sassiness, the cockiness of your attitude. "Says who?"

"Me, you say as you pull him closer to you, "And I'll suck that gorgeous cock in return."

"Gorgeous cock, huh?" He smirks and looks down at the hefty cock in his hand. "I guess I should make you cum before I turn you into a Twinkie again, should I?"

"Gorgeous," you repeat with a smile, "Yes, sir, but kiss me first," you demand.

Kissing you isn't a burden. He very willingly climbs onto the bed and leans over, watching you before he presses his lips to yours

You hum happily against his lips, feeling the tension in his shoulders melt away as you wrap your arms around him. "Let's see how good that mouth really is," you say against his lips.

It's a challenge, he knows that from the curve of your lips when you look up at him so innocently. One that he is happy to take up. Moving down and biting one nipple just sharply enough to make you gasp out.

"Who's being a tease now?" You moan, as he drags his lips down your body.

"I couldn't send you photos." He hums, grinning up at you and winking. Pleasantly content with making sure that you find out exactly how talented he is with his tongue.

"You can next time." you say, "Give me something to look at whilst I play with my pussy.”

"You want me to send you photos of me jerking off?" He asks, inhaling the musky scent of your arousal and groaning.

"Yes," you say with a groan, "And videos of you cumming.

"You want to see me cum?" He asks, looking up at you.

"Fuck yes," you say, as you rock your hips up closer to his face.

"After you." He purrs, lowering his mouth to your cunt and licking a long, wet strip up your folds.

"Ooohh," you moan, as he starts to tease your clit with his tongue. Your fingers find purpose in his hair, tugging and pulling at it as he sucks and licks at your bundle of nerves. The sounds he makes are filthy, groaning and grunting as he eats your pussy with conviction.

Dave doesn't try to rush through it, but he makes sure that his tongue keeps moving. Running and circling your clit as he finds out what makes you whimper in pleasure. Finding your hips with his hands and holding on as he devours you.

His name falls from your tongue over and over, between the breathy moans and gasps of pleasure. "Never stop," you whisper, as your thighs begin to shake, "God, you're perfect.

He chuckles into your folds, your legs drawing up to frame his head with your thighs and he keeps sucking and licking. Digging his fingers into your skin and holding you in place so your hips don’t rock on their own.

"I’m gonna cum," you breathe out, as your thighs clamp down around his head. Your hips lifting off the bed and you gasp his name before white hot pleasure explodes behind your eyes.

Even as you try to squeeze his head as hard as you can and smother him in your cunt, he keeps working you over. Sucking your clit into his mouth, he pulls on it harshly to make it even better for you.

"Oh, Dave," you mumble, as you come down from your high, gently pushing his face away. "God, I'm going to be begging you to do that everyday."

He hums and there is a smug smirk on his face when he turns and wipes your juices in the inside of your thigh from his chin. "That good, baby?"

"I think I just fell in love," you say with a giggle, "That was incredible."

He chuckles and ducks his head down to lap at your clit once more just to hear you gasp.

"Dave," you gasp, before pulling on his hair again. "Tell me what you want me to do to you, baby.”

"Want you to ride me." He hums, pushing back up to his arms and hovering over you. "Sound good?"

"Yes," you say before capturing his lips with a bruising kiss, "You wanna film me riding you?"

"No." Dave shakes his head and frowns. "I want to keep it for myself." He groans when you wrap your hand around his cock. "I don't- l've never sent photos before." He admits quietly. His job doesn't allow for that kind of digital footprint and he didn't trust Carol. At least not subconsciously.

"Okay, baby," you say as you push him onto his back before straddling him. "You don't have to take pictures. Or film me. I just thought you might like something for those nights when you're working away."

"Maybe later." Dave glances up at you. "Have a photographic memory. I'll remember this.”

"Sorry, if I made you uncomfortable," you say as you lean down and kiss his lips. Before lifting your hips, ready for him to line himself up against your entrance.

"Baby, you don't make me uncomfortable." Dave shakes his head. "You make me- shiiiit-" he stops talking as you sink down on his length.

"Tell me," you say, as he stretches you. Your teeth sink into your bottom lip to suppress the pained moan. The stretch of him hurts so good.

"Hot." He pants out quietly, reaching for your hips again. "You make me fucking hot and horny." He slides his hands up to press against your back, pushing you down to his body so he can kiss you again. "Fucking turning me into a teenager again.”

"Yeah?" You say with a teasing grin, before gently rocking your hips, "Can I tell you a secret?"

"Anything." He grunts against your lips, twitching inside you.

"The first time we watched a movie alone together, I was touching myself under the blanket next to you. Wishing it was you touching me." You say as you move your hips a little faster, moaning as he slaps his hand against your ass.

"Shit." Dave groans. The first time you had been alone together, he wouldn't have cheated on Carol, but he had noticed how sexy you were. "Dirty."

"Was so scared you'd catch me," you moan, "But I couldn't help myself. I have thought about you every time I've masturbated since that night."

"Want to watch." He groans, rocking his hips up. "Jerk off while you play with your pussy."

"Yeah?" You grind your hips slowly, before biting down on his earlobe. "I'd love for you to cum all over this pussy. Mark my pretty little clit with your cum.”

"Fuck." He growls, clenching his jaw and slapping your ass again.

"Do you want to?" You ask before starting to bounce up and down on his cock, "Do you want to cover me with your cum?"

"Yessssss." He hisses as your pace starts to speed up and he watches your tits bounce. "Fuck yes."

"Want to be covered in it, I want to eat it," you admit, as your walls start to flutter around him.

It's filthy and yet you look so sweet when you confess that to him. Even as you are bouncing on his cock like a whore. "You will." He promises.

"Fill me up," you start to beg, as you start to clamp down around his cock. Loving the way he notches against heaven inside of you with every bounce.

He can tell that you are starting to cum, your pace faltering and you nearly collapse forward. Dave grunts and braces his feet in the mattress to start fucking up into your pliant, tight cunt.

"Oh, fuck," you whine as he overwhelms you, you grip on to his shoulders as tight as you can before coming undone. Your cunt spasming around him as you bury your face into the crook of his neck. 

He wraps his arms around you, chasing his own orgasm as he rocks you through yours. Keeping up the skin slapping pace for another minute before he is burying himself deep and groaning out your name loudly as he fills you up.

You wrap your arms around him as tightly as you can, letting silence fill the air as you both catch your breaths. It strikes you how comfortable you are, how comfortable you are with him. There's no awkwardness, no need to fill the silence as you let yourself lean closer to him.

"Fuck." He hums, stroking your back gently. "That was so good, baby."

"It was amazing," you whisper, "You are amazing. You are going to have to move me though," you giggle, "You've fucked me so good, that I don't think I can lift myself."

"Why don't you just sleep right here?" He chuckles. "You can ride my cock all night."

"Sounds perfect. Ride your cock all night and wake you up with your cock in my mouth."

"Don't be offended if it stops working." He jokes, winking at you. "I'm old."

You giggle at him before pressing a kiss to his lips, "You're not that old, baby. Let's get some sleep, and if you're a good boy, I'll make sure you have a very good morning.” 

It doesn't take long for you both to fall asleep, snuggled up tightly in his arms, breathing in perfect sync.

****

Glancing at the clock on your wall, you grin when you see the time. He's still snoozing soundly as you gently unwrap his arms from around you. Slowly you move down the bed and position yourself between his legs, careful enough not to wake him.

You gently take him in your hand, acknowledging that even flaccid he's still extremely impressive. You give him a few gentle squeezes and then place a few kisses on his tip, before taking him in your mouth, hollowing your cheeks around him and groaning quietly as he begins to harden. One hand gently squeezes the base of him, slowly running up and down the part that won't fit in your mouth.

A burst of pre-cum coats your tongue and the taste of him makes your pussy clench, you swallow around him before slowly bobbing your head up and down, grinning when you hear him groan loudly. You hollow your cheeks and suck a little harder, loving the noises that fall from his lips. 

It's been a long goddamn time since Dave has woken up to a blow job. A long time. His brow furrows and twitches while he is still asleep, being dragged from the confines of his sleep at the pressure of your tongue.

You pull off of him with a loud pop, "Good morning, baby," you mewl, before circling your tongue around his head and taking him back into your mouth.

"Shit." Dave rasps out, eyes fluttering shut again and his hand comes down to cup the back of your head. "What is this for?"

Pulling off him again you say with your sweetest smile, "Thought you deserved a treat," and then you run your tongue down his shaft, before wrapping your lips around one of his balls and start to softly suck, jerking him off at the same time. Humming happily as the hold on the back of your head slightly tightens as he pushes you down harder on his cock. 

You don't try to pull away, eagerly taking him deep and he hooks the sheet on his foot and drags it down further so he can see more of you. Watching as your mouth continues its assault on his cock and he groans again when you squeeze him.

Swallowing around him, you take in all of him. Your jaw aches from the stretch, but his groans spur you on and your nose nuzzles against the patch of hair at his base.

"So good baby." He grunts, rocking his hips up slightly. It's still early, he has time before he has to go get ready for work and you are enjoying this. Fuck knows he is. "Fuck, you love sucking my cock."

You hum in agreement, bobbing your head up and down again. Swirling your tongue around him and moaning in delight as he twitches on your tongue. Your pussy is dripping with arousal, the pleasure simply from giving him pleasure making you clench around nothing. 

"Come here." Dave knows he won't have time to get hard again, so he pays his chest. "Put your pussy on my face.”

"Nope," you say after letting him fall out your mouth with a groan, before looking up at him with an almost angelic smile, "I just want to suck your cock. You will eat my pussy over and over again tonight. Right now... I just want to feel you cum down my throat."

Dave frowns slightly, sure that you would have jumped at the opportunity to have your pussy licked. "I won't have time to fuck you before I have to get in the shower."

You roll your eyes before pulling off him again, "I just want to make it about you, baby, can I do that? Can I please look after the handsome man in my bed?"

"Okay." Dave nods, wondering if you really mean that. Leaning back and settling back on his arm so he can watch you better.

"Good boy," you mewl, before taking him back in your mouth. Loving how heavy he feels in your mouth and how stretched out your throat is. You're convinced you could cum by the sounds of his groans alone, your hands work his shaft as you suck and circle your tongue around his head. Desperate to taste and swallow every drop of his cum.

"Fuck, fuck." He moans, quietly calling out your name while you treat his cock like it's a magical fuck stick to be worshiped. He's not complaining, pulsing in your grip when you press your tongue to the head and keep him anchored in your mouth by the subtle pressure.

You hollow your cheeks around him and take him deep once again, feeling him push past your tonsils. The telltale pulsing and the way his balls begin to pull up let's you know he's close, and you moan happily around his length.

The first spurt of cum spits out like a geyser erupting. Shooting to the back of your throat and coating it as you gasp. Not because you are surprised, but because you are happy he's cumming. Making him hiss out your name again when the pressure around his cock just increases as you start to swallow him down.

He keeps a steady hand on the back of your head, as you swallow every last drop. Humming at the salty, musky taste of him. You could happily wake him up this way everyday, wanting nothing more than to worship his gorgeous cock.

When you finally pull off of him with a soft pop, he is panting. Nearly breathless from the orgasm you have gifted him with and the extreme pleasure and contentment that comes with the flood of endorphins.

"Was that a good way to wake up, baby?" you ask, before moving up the bed and snuggling up against his chest.

"Probably the best fucking way l've ever woken up." He presses his lips to your forehead and sighs. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," you giggle, "It's about time someone took care of you. I'm very happy that it's me."

Dave hums and smirks as he looks down at you. He agrees with that. He's happy that you are taking care of him, and in turn - he will do the same for you. You might be the nanny, but he doesn't care about cliches that might make him seem when it comes out that you are together. All that matters is that his girls love you and for the first time in a long time, Dave is happy. Carol had been wrong. The nanny does want him, and that means you get him.

[starlightmoon96]

Yandere Jazz x Aroace Kpop fan Millennial( Black Pink) Reader

Hello my first time writing on Tumblr I kind of have a thing for reading Yandere themed stories and art and I figured I give it a try, being a part of the ace community I haven't really seen much of Yandere's with anyone who was in the ace spectrum and since I haven't seen it I'd figure I take the chance and write a few myself in having a type of unique story telling.

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 Ever since you where a kid you had always loved Kpop especially with there dancing and stage outfits, your parents didn't understand it at first since they hadn't heard of kpop. As soon as you got into your teenage years that phase didn't go away instead it had increased, by then you had taken a lot of dance classes that where about kpop dancing and had dreams in wanting to be a back up dancer. Normal teenage girl would start talking about boys and who they had crushes on but you where different, you didn't feel attracted to any boy or girl and figured that it would change when you had gotten older. Instead of worrying about why you where different you focused more on your kpop dancing and geeking out over what idol group you loved, also in order to afford your kpop stuff and concerts you ended up getting a job during your sophomore year of high school. So there was no time in you for dating anyway that didn't bother you, in making certain your dreams came true in back up dancing you did take care of your looks as soon as you had hit puberty. It meant eating clean with no preservatives and limiting on junk food and sweets and thee most important was skin and hair care, your mom was happy that you cared about your appearance and had hopes in you finding a man and getting married if you kept up with taking care of your looks. The sad thing for her was that it was never going to happen with your getting married it was during senior year that you had discovered that you where Aroace after you did a little google search on ' why am I not attracted to anybody?' and even did an ace quiz in seeing what type of ace you where, you didn't confront your parents about sexuality knowing that they didn't want to hear it and saying that 'you haven't met the right person' or ' give up the whole kpop thing and you'll find a man.' 

It was in 2016 that you had found Black Pink after you had moved out of your parents place after a year from graduating in not wanting to hear them on repeat ' when are you going to start dating'  getting your own place meant you could decorate your own place however you wanted which meant a lot of kpop, you managed to buy yourself a condo in a nice area in a different city for a fresh start. If your wondering how you where able to afford a condo at thee age of 19, you came from a decently wealthy family and was giving quite a lot of money for your graduation gifts and you had always said that you wanted your own place. Of course you did still work in order to both pay bills and affording Kpop items which had turned into Black Pink the moment you heard them and fell in love in a scenes, also during the time cybertronians had came to earth and many people where shock of course and you were one of them hearing the news. Though your love your Black Pink blocked those thoughts for the good course of a few years after you had managed to get your dream job as a back up dancer for the kpop industry, you where starting to make a name for yourself and even having your own social media that had a decent amount of followers that where over 6,000 on instagram and 10,000 on Tiktok with your dancing skills and was slowly growing.

   Now as to how you Jazz came into your life? It was back in 2019, the two of you had meet when your tires busted and you almost had a car accident in which he saved you while he was out enjoying the scenery. It was your first time seeing a cybertronian in person and of course you thanked him for saving you, after you two had introduced yourselves was when the friendship started. Five years later you still had your friendship with Jazz, you had met his team and they seemed to like you and your personality. You didn't mention being aroace in not wanting to explain things to them in not wanting to confuse any of them, not only where you good friends with Jazz you where also good friends with Bumblebee and a couple other bots as well. However you did say that you where a professional kpop dancer, that part you didn't mind explaining since you had a strong love for kpop. Jazz had even asked you how to teach him how to do a few kpop dance moves which you didn't mind and thought it was exciting since you had never danced with a cybertronian before, it wasn't a surprise that he couldn't keep up with you at first since he had a hard time moving the way you did especially with the you moved with the moon walk the way kpop dancers knew how to move. Yes Jazz was impressed by your dancing skills and slowly he had gotten better, with practice.

Little did you know that you had started something with Jazz's feelings towards you in the first three years of your friendship, he didn't understand it at first. But the more time he spent with you he had realized that those feelings where love, he didn't want to believe that he had fallen in love with a human. He was in denial of those feelings and kind of distance himself a little in hopes of those feelings weren't real, whenever he would see you talking with Bumblebee he felt a twig of anger and jealousy. It only got worse after a week and he had to come to terms that he had indeed fell in love with you, it was when he realized those feelings was when he had confronted you after you had returned from your job at the dance studio like at night around 7.

"Jazz? This is a surprise? What brings you by? Felt like you where avoiding me lately?" Jazz had been waiting for you outside your condo in the parking lot for a few hours in his alt mode before he transformed out of it 

"(Y/N) there's something I need to get off my chest." Him saying that that confused you at first it was when he had crouched down to your level, you saw that he was nervous and trying to find the right words to say to you until he spoke

" You've been a great friend to me (Y/N) ever since I came to your planet, the time I've spent with you and the more I got to know you..." As he kept speaking his face as changed seeing that he was blushing that confused you even more

"Umm? Jazz what are you saying?" You asked that in which made him more nervous until he said it

"(Y/N) I'm in love with you." Jazz blurted that out clear as day to you that left you a little speechless

"What?" Then you realized the avoiding lately which started making sense to you

"That's why you've been avoiding me lately? Oh Jazz." Still being nervous Jazz stood up rubbing the back of his neck

"Ahh...yay." Before he continued speaking he nervously laughed

"Hahaha..sooo?"

"So what?" Where you words then you realized what that meant in which you nod your head no and motioned your hands in the rejection motion

"Oh..No. Jazz I'm flattered really. I'm actually Aroace." Saying that word made Jazz question that word

"Aroace? W-What's that?" You took a breath before answering him

"Aroace is short for being Asexual and Aromantic, I'm incapable of feeling romantic or sexual attraction towards anybody. I didn't say anything cause I didn't want any of you acting weird around me, my parents don't want to accept it. That's why I don't really visit them that much." While talking you looked apologetic towards Jazz

"I'm sorry, I can only see you as a friend. I hope that's alright?"

Jazz acted calm in saying that he was fine with still being friends with you, when you thanked him for understanding and being a good friend to you. He had felt his soul shatter, he had opened his spark to you and you had rejected him and he didn't like that even after you had returned to your condo. He didn't want to accept that you where incapable of love and he was determined in proving you wrong and in hopes of winning your heart, thee obsession had begun the day after you had rejected him. You had started noticing the odd behavior he acted like his old self but he was a little clingy with you and demanding you spending more time with him, luckily for you that you had to go to Korea in performing with your dream idol girl group Black Pink for there tour. It was good timing for you in wanting to get away from Jazz for a bit which was two month and one of your friends would house sit for you while you where gone for those months.

  Getting the chance in dance performing with Black Pink was your biggest dream and meeting the group in person when you arrived in Korea your heart felt like it was going to burst out of your chest, the girls where happy in working with you since they had heard and seeing what you could do. You tried to stay calm saying that you would do your best in making them proud of you and you spoke in perfect Korean as well, the lead dancer Rosé had spoken with you about the dance routine for there tour and you where over the moon happy when she compliment you on your dancing skills. When you and the group along with some of the other dancer where practicing outside on the stage they would perform on you couldn't help but feel like someone was watching you during your practice performance, it was when you stopped dancing you looked around in hopes of finding anyone that stood out to you in which you didn't see anyone you had continued your work even though you had the uneasy feeling. 

It was after the first concert was oven from the tour was when you got the answer on who was watching you, to your shock Jazz was waiting for you outside the buss you and the other dancers including Black Pink used for the tour.

"Jazz what the hell are you doing here in Korea?" 

"I haven't seen you in a while (Y/N) I missed ya?" Something about Jazz didn't feel right to you, more so seeing that he was by himself

"Are you here by yourself? Does anyone else know that your here?" The way Jazz looked at you, cold sweat fell on you and your blood started going cold seeing the look he was giving you. He was oddly calm as he approached you as you started stepping backwards

"What can't a FRIEND worry about you?" Before you could react you felt electric shocked on your whole body that made you fall on the ground being stunned, what you saw was Jazz had held out a type a taser and had used it on you.

"And I didn't want to waste another second away from you (Y/N)" As he said that he had gently picked you up in his hands before he had turned to his vehicle mode which had put you in the back seat still paralyzed from the taser as tears started falling down your eyes realizing he was now kidnapping you, you should have said something to any of the bots about Jazz's obsessive behavior and now you didn't know where he was taking you.... The only thing you knew was the things weren't going to be the same again......