Older neighbour dex ! Who was usually a helpful friend but now loves seeing you sweat . Yelp . Cry and whine on his dick while he takes you in the middle of his backyard — makes you choke on thick fingers that previously worked on lawn and crops , one hand still fully gloved grips at the bottom of your jaw as he presses down hard at the back of your throat :( he’s so pretty and rough , hair tuffled and messy and gaze grouding while dark . “ lookin’ like one of my pretty lil flowers huh ? love when i hit deeeep in there baby ? Love when dad rewards u for bein’ so helpful ? “

your nails keep diggin deep in your palms drawing blood as tears drip and paint ur cheeks full of gorgeous summer like shades — wrist tied to the ground by ropes tied to the duck coop’s wooden fence , pretty flower nightgown risen all the way to your throat revealing an well oiled and buttery body — he makes sure you look at him , flannel in the wind exposing his chest and jean bellow his ass . Mustache still wett from your previous orgasms “ look at thaaaaaat “ pushin all the way in , mushroom tip twitches at the view your pretty pussy gives him , his forehead against yours as he looks down “ fertalizin’ my pretty gardennnnn , such a doll ain’t u “

Speaking at your wet cunt’s spraying out the grass beneath both of your bodies with another orgasm “ w-anted tuh make u proud papa “ . He laughs mocking your pout — bitin pink lips “ won’t even need to buy anything anymore with u round huh ? my lil helper “

In a cute little fawn outfit..omg

maybe you and shane had just had an argument, lots of shared shouting and slamming doors in his cabin that just resulted in you leaving in your skimpy little dress and fluffy white boots. grabbing your faux deer coat that always rested on his coat rack on your way out the door.

you made your way from the patio stairs to the ground while securing the fawn coat on your skin until you heard the back door slam open behind you, shane shouting for you to come back here.

you only yell back, “no! just leave me alone shane!”, turning on your heels to head into the backyard that leads to the woods. you really didn't plan to go far, just wanted to get your mind off things. shanes harmless threats had you speed walking with a harsh frown plastered on your face further and further into the wilderness, the wind blowing past you, cold tickling at your bare legs.

you had about a minute of peace until you heard the footsteps of shanes boots behind you, gradually getting faster and causing you to run. you were dodging the trees and bushes in front of you, legs going faster faster while you heeded whatever it was shane was shouting at you. It was also the end of the day and getting darker the more you ran..

“I know these woods better than you sweetheart you better come back here.” shane demanded, his voice deep and commanding.

but you kept running from him, the night chills contrasting from the direction you were going in, you were panting as you tried to outsmart him and run in a zig zag pattern. shane was only chuckling as he stopped running directly behind you, only a whole minute later of jogging did you realize the older man's footsteps weren't crunching the leaves on the floor or chasing after you.

you stopped for a moment and listened, trying to hear for something in the bushes maybe, looking at the trees to see if he was hiding behind them like he usually does when hunting.

but you heard nothing. only the wooshes of wind, seeing the calming moonlight shining down into the woods.

as scary as it usually is to be in the wilderness alone this was exactly what you needed, some quiet just for a moment.

you were standing there all pretty and just breathing in and out the fresh air u til you would decide to go back to the cabin, you were fiddling with the fluffy fabric of your jacket until you heard a leaf crack on the ground.

you’re quick to turn around until you’re caught in shane’s grasp :( his big hands covering your mouth as you muffle a scream, you kick your legs up to try and escape but the older man doesn’t budge. “told you id catch you bambi, where did you think you were goin?” he murmured behind you, his breath brushing past your neck. you keep squirming in his arms and that just makes him coo shushes at you— waiting until you would stop resisting.

“all done? there’s my sweet girl, I don’t know why you’re always with the dramatics.. running away from me like that..”

you’re breathless as you stand still, shanes hand still covering your mouth with your feet planted at the ground after being flimsy in the air. you calmed down in your boyfriends grasp just for him to rile you up again, your eyes going wide when shane drags you to a tree near by. “you’re fine bambi, just fine s’only me.” he repeats when he sees how nervous your are.

shane manhandles you until you’re pushed up against the tree and forced to look straight at him, your fluffy jacket all messed up with dirt and pieces of bark on the back.

you go to try and push shane off until your eyes fall down to where his hands were unbuckling his jeans, it’s dark but you can still see the irritation on his face. he mumbles something under his breath about what he’s gonna do now that’s he’s caught you, and you can’t even resist because he turned you around.

your pretty face smushed on the rough bark of the tree as he pulls your arms back and ties them up in his belt, your wrists stuck together in the leather. shane pulling the hem of your dress up to your back and peeling your panties away from your pussy, whispering that he’s gonna teach you not to run away from him again :((

ooo i feel like in this one you might be the one to make the moves on him and he gets all flustered <33

like he's already at his breaking point emotionally and stressed tf out so imagine his girlfriends 20 something daughter always pawing at him and trying to catch his attention. he has the most disgusting thoughts about you when he sees you in your short skirts and tight clothes, thoughts about his soon to be stepdaughter at that..

you think he so cute when he tries his best to look away from you, he screws his face up as if he didn’t want to look and tells you it’s not appropriate for girls to dress like that.

you purposely leave your door open when you know your moms not home and it’s just dex, changing your clothes and watching him stumble on his feet when he walks by. it’s especially hard for him when you like to act like you’re home alone and grind your pussy your pillow calling out for him, you really make his heart flutter

so he has to be very strict with you </3

he’s always telling you to, “quit it.” and “behave.” and you never listen, happy to interlock your arms in his and sit as possibly close to him. you’re always calling him at work and when he’s at home you’re always asking him questions concerning his fbi activities.

one day he just gets fed up; you had been talking back to him all day, touching him and even referring to him as daddy just to see his reaction.. leading your stepfather to pull you by the arm into your moms bedroom with curses under his breath and a hard on. you were giggling too meaning you weren’t taking this serious and that really ticked him off.

so dex pulled that frilly skirt right down your legs and spanked your ass raw, your cheeks irritated and hot to the touch :( tears running down your face — you told him you’d behave now which dex didn’t believe, until your hands trailed down to his crotch and you were looking at him with needy eyes. saying you’ll make it up to him for acting like a brat.

and he let you suck him off, using the mouth that he had been dreaming of abusing all this time, slamming your head down on his cock and cumming down your throat with a groan.

“im really sorry, that was too harsh huh?” your stepdad soothes, letting you get up to straddle him while he wipes the smear of cum off the outside of your lips.

dex asks you not to tell your mom about this little…behavioral correction.

but it turns out later that your stepdad wasn’t really sorry at all and you become his outlet for whenever he was overwhelmed, dex claiming that it’s the only thing that keeps a needy girl like you in check.

On your first day, you’d tried your best to look as put together as you could even if that would all go to shit later on in your shift.

you’d put your hair up in a ponytail and wrapped a small pink ribbon around it, put on some makeup to not look completely dead and sprayed on some perfume that smelled like soft vanilla.

it definitely wasn’t a lot compared to the usual attire and cute outfits you wore each day but it was enough to make you feel good.

what you didn’t know was that you practically looked like you were about to enroll in a pageant compared to every other person there.

but you didn’t even notice until santos slid up next to you.

“Hey Barbie.” She’d said, your brows furrowing.

“Barbie?” You asked. She shrugged before gesturing to you.

“It’s endearing. Hey maybe you and er Ken would make a good match.” She joked.

“Okay, who the hell even is that?” You shifted, crossing your arms.

Santos rolled her eyes like it was obvious. “Langdon. I heard from Garcia that thats what she calls him.”

“H-he’s my superior of course we wouldn’t make a go- wait you’ve been talking to Garcia? She’s barely down here.” Your brows furrowed as trinity straightened up.

“Right. Yeah I just, chatted with her briefly earlier- you know, I gotta go.” She’d said before turning around and leaving you alone.

but of course word gets around quick in there and suddenly when you were in the break room taking a breather, you heard someone come in.

“oh, hey Barbie.” Langdon said as you turned around.

“Oh great, it’s got around to you too.” He slid up next to you, arms crossed.

“Heard it from Whitaker, cute nickname. He give it to you?” He asked.

“Nope.” You popped the ‘p’. “Came from santos.”

He nodded slow, pausing for a sec. “So, first day. How’s it going so far?”

“It’s… going.” You sighed. “But either way there’s only a couple hours left and I haven’t totally embarrassed myself yet. Plus i fortunately like almost everyone here.” You said with a small smile.

“you’re enthusiastic.” He pointed out.

“Kinda have to be, don’t you think?” He shrugged.

“Who’s the unlucky person who you don’t like then?” He shifted closer.

“Robby’s a bit of an ass.” Well, everyone in this place would definitely agree.

“Yeah he can be like that sometimes.” Langdon said.

“Does it get better?” You asked, a raised brow.

“No, not really.” He admitted.

“Well yippee. That’s great to hear.” You rolled your eyes.

He couldn’t help the smile on his face. “Well you’re sarcastic, which to be honest in a place like this is great to not go completely insane.”

“That I am.”

“Does that ever get better?”

“No, not really.” You pushed yourself off, taking a few steps before turning around.

“See you later Ken.” You joked.

“Oh so now I have a nickname?” He asked.