Adult Content

The 40 year old virgin

Hopper/Miller

if you lived here you'd be home now

Happy Campers

The perfect girl

The girlfriend experience

The sleepover

In hell i'll be in good company

something worse than a woman

The velvet crown - LA

Rare

Alter Egos

Mistress

Adult Programming

Corruption

Bittersweet Symphony

Score to Settle

Kitten

Heartstrings

Never meet your heroes

Huntsville

High school musical

Blue collar/white collar

The fidelity test

Astrophile

Guy-Crazy

and when i touched her skin my fingers ran with blood

i've left out a couple that are near completion but i've already posted them anyway.

the only one - husband!Joel x wife!reader

lights on - Jackson!Joel x curvy!f!reader

Something in the water - Jackson!Joel x f!reader

safe with you - sub!Harry x curvy!mistress!reader

Dreams are made of this - Jackson!Joel x f!reader

out of my control - Dave York x f!reader x Carol York

Tommy talks a mile a minute on the way to your new home. He points out different land marks, which way to the dining hall, which way to the stables and the market. You don’t bother trying to take it all in because you know you’ll be too scared to go anywhere without Joel and he already knows all this stuff.

The house Tommy takes you to is a similar style to the one you just left, although it looks little melancholy and bare without the window boxes full of flowers. You wonder idly if Joel will let you have some.

You dutifully follow Joel up the steps into the house, your hand still held tight in his. It’s as Tommy is running through where everything is you realise how exhausted you are. Between the fear, the adrenaline, the long journey and the pregnancy you feel ready to collapse. You sag against Joel as Tommy is telling you that you’ve missed the lunch service in the dining hall but he’ll have someone stop by with some food.

“Woah there darlin’,” Joel says as he feels you leaning on him, “you ok?” He turns to you, cupping your face in his hands and making you look at him. He’s worried, you can see it on his face. Tommy is too as he hovers nearby, taking your arm to offer more support.

“M’okay,” you mumble, “just tired.”

“Here, why don’t you lie down on the couch and have a nap while I go and get us some essentials ok?”

You whimper as Joel guides you to the sofa, “don’t leave me here,” you sniffle, clutching at his arms. Joel has to suppress a smirk as he sees the way Tommy is giving you a soft smile. You’ve already won him over. That’s good, having Tommy on board will make the next steps easier. And hopefully he will keep Maria in check.

“I won’t be long baby, I promise, we’ll lock the door and you’ll be safe ok?”

You’re shaking your head and clinging to him. You know this is dangerous territory, you’ve been punished for this behaviour before but you’re so scared it’s overriding the rational side of your brain.

It’s Tommy that comes to your rescue before Joel loses his temper with you.

“Why don’t you stay here with her, give me a list of what you need and I’ll get it sorted.”

“You sure? Don’t want to put you out.”

“I’m sure. It’s the least I can do.” Tommy flashes Joel a guilty look and he knows this is his way of apologising for thinking that Joel hurt you. If only he knew how right he’d been.

“Ok, thanks Tommy,” Joel turns back to you, “go on and lie down, I’m just gona be out on the porch givin’ Tommy a list of things we need and then I’ll be right back in ok?”

“Ok,” you whisper, allowing Joel to guide you into lying down. There’s no blankets in here so he takes off his coat and drapes it over you and gives you a kiss on your forehead before following Tommy out onto the porch.

“Ok, hit me, what do you need?” Tommy asks.l

“Need some new clothes, for her especially, she’s been havin’ to wear my old sweats and t-shirts since she outgrew all her things. Some food, maybe some throws for in the living room, if she needs to lay down I don’t want her gettin’ cold.”

Tommy nods along making a mental note, “anything else?”

“She’ll need to see the doctor, make sure everythin’s ok,” Joel’s voice catches, he doesn’t want to even contemplate that anything could be wrong with his little miracle. Tommy nods knowingly and gives Joel’s arm a pat.

“I’m sure the doc will be able to clear a spot to see her. Why don’t we wait until the mornin’ though, let you two get some rest?”

Joel nods, you’ve been through enough for today.

“There’s one more thing Tommy,” Joel says, putting on a show of being a little nervous. He does’t really think it’s necessary given how bad Tommy feels about earlier but he wants to make sure he’s removed all trace of doubt from Tommy’s mind. “Can you speak to the preacher, about us gettin’ wed?” He nods towards where you’re currently laid out on the sofa as if Tommy will be in any doubt who the ‘us’ entails.

Tommy puffs his cheeks out with his exhale and his hand rubs at his neck.

“Married huh? S’a big step.”

“Bigger than havin’ a kid together?” Joel asks jokingly.

“Fair point. Just din’t have you pegged as the marryin’ kind. Never thought I’d see the day that’s all.”

“Me either if I’m bein’ honest,” Joel admits, “but, I want to do right by her. I got her into this mess and I ain’t gona abandon her to be judged and looked down of because of it. If we’re married, it quiets some of the noise.”

Tommy just nods. He knows he can’t argue against people judging when he and Maria did just that not half an hour ago.

“This what she wants too?” he asks.

“I’ll talk to her about it later, if she says no then we can leave it but if she says yes I want it done as soon as possible.” Joel knows it will be happening though, because you’re not really getting a choice.

“I’ll talk to the pastor. See if he can fit you in after the doc.”

Joel heaves a relieved sigh. “Thanks Tommy, I appreciate it.”

“Go get some rest, I’ll call in later with your stuff.”

When Joel comes back in your head pops up over the sofa and you make a terrified little squeak that he finds absolutely adorable. He wants to ravage you right then and there but you’re exhausted and overwhelmed and if he’s being honest, he could do with a nap as well. And now he has all the time in the world to fuck you stupid so there’s no need to rush. So he walks round the sofa and lies down next to you, cuddling in close.

“Go to sleep baby, m’here.” You cuddle up against him and you’re both asleep in seconds.

You’re awoken a couple of hours later by a gentle knocking on the front door. Joel grunts as he clambers to his feet, his body moving awkwardly as his body adjusts to suddenly being awake. He throws open the door with more force than he’s intending and grunts again when he sees Tommy, arms laden with goods for you.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you,” Tommy grins coming in and wandering through to the kitchen to dump everything on the counter. It’s clearly not the first time he’s seen Joel in this discombobulated state.

You’re fairing a little better than Joel, having already been stirring when Tommy knocked instead of being pulled from a deep sleep. You wander into the kitchen after Tommy yawning and rubbing your eyes but with a lot more grace than Joel stumbled to the door with.

Tommy has already started unpacking food and filling up the refrigerator and pantry.

“Brought you some sandwiches, thought you’d want something quick and easy for now, and there’s some stew in the fridge for later, just needs to be heated up.”

Joel rummages through the pile of items on the counter until he finds the two wrapped sandwiches, passing one to you and ripping his open and chowing down immediately. You follow suit, only just realising how hollow you feel from hunger. Joel has kept you fed as well as he could on the road but it’s so good to have something other than meat, dried or otherwise. You actually groan as you take your first bite. You can’t believe how thrilled you are with a simple sandwich.

Tommy’s running through an inventory of all the things he’s brought, new clothes, blankets, wood and kindling for your log burner, towels, but its the shampoo and soap that really get your attention.

“Proper soap!” you exclaim, immediately getting embarrassed at how excited you are by it. Tommy just chuckles.

“Sorry, just been a while since I was properly clean,” you mumble, remembering all the times Joel made you bathe in rivers with your clothes on because he didn’t want you to be caught in a situation where you were ambushed while naked.

“S’alright darlin’, why don’t you run on up and get showered and I’ll finish up with Tommy?”

“Really?” you ask Joel, it feels rude to skip out while you have a visitor but you can’t wait to strip out of your manky traveling clothes and scrub all the accumulated dirt and grime off your skin.

“Really, go on, I’ll be up in a bit,” he pulls you in and gives you a quick kiss before you gather up the soap, shampoo and towels and head for the bathroom. Just before you leave the kitchen, you remember your manners.

“Thank you for all this Tommy.” He nods at you and you turn and leave them to it. As soon as you’re in the bathroom, you start to strip, the old t shirt and sweatpants you’d borrowed from Joel dropped to the floor in a heap. Laundry was definitely a problem for tomorrow.

You’d had to stop wearing bra’s when your boobs started getting bigger so you’re left just in your panties. And the panties in question were old and worn, they had several holes and the elastic was hanging on for dear life. There was no saving them, you threw them straight in the trash. You were sure that if there was no underwear in the pile of new clothes downstairs you could ask Joel to get you some. Although come to think of it, he may prefer you to go without.

You hadn’t really thought much of what your life would be like once you reached Jackson. One thing you could hazard a guess about was that you’d be getting fucked. A lot. There would almost certainly be new rules for you to follow. You would have to try extra hard to be good for him. Not that he would hurt you while you were pregnant. But you didn’t want a store of punishments waiting for you as soon as you gave birth.

You’re pulled from your thoughts as you hear the front door opening. Joel must be seeing Tommy out. You turn on the shower and dive straight in, shivering as the cold water hits you. You grab the soap and start lathering up your body, wanting to get out of the frigid water as soon as you can.

You let out a surprised “oh!” as you feel the water start to warm up. It feels incredible. Even in the QZ the best you could hope for was lukewarm. You feel the warm water spilling over you and you feel your body start to unknot. You’ve never felt anything like it and you can’t stop the moan that spills out of you.

“Now that is a beautiful noise.”

You let out a surprised squeak and almost jump out of your skin. For such a big man, Joel can be surprisingly stealthy. He just chuckles and starts undressing, leaving his clothes in a pile with yours.

You turn to face him as he does, his attention on removing his socks.

“The water is warm, it’s so nice!” you tell him in an awed voice. He laughs again, the sound is deep and joyful and for a moment you revel in it. Happy Joel is safe. But as he looks up you see his face change. The smile drops and his expression darkens. You run through everything in your head, trying to remember if you’ve done anything bad, trying to work out what could have upset him and whether you’re going to be in trouble for it.

After a moment of panic though you spot that his attention is fully on your belly. You’re almost 6 months along now, and the swell of it is undeniable. But you’re at a loss as to why it suddenly has Joel transfixed. It’s not like he didn’t know you were showing. You’d been together the whole time since you found out you were pregnant. But as he starts stalking towards you, you realise that you hadn’t been naked with him the entire time you were traveling. And it was one thing to know you were showing and another for him to see it fully for the first time.

By the time he reaches you his cock is at full mast. You know what comes now. You’re about to get fucked for the first time in your new home. The intensity on Joel’s face is scaring you but you know any resistance will be bad for you. You force your body to relax, taking some deep breaths as the water continues to flow over you.

His hands reach out and cradle your bump as he steps into the shower. His touch is so gentle in comparison to the way his eyes are devouring you. Before you know what’s happening his hand moves lightning quick and wraps around your wrist. He drags you from the shower and pulls you into the bedroom, your wet feet slipping on the polished hardwood floor. With a growl he picks you up and lies you on the bed, still absolutely soaking from the shower. You almost protest, not wanting to get the bed wet but you catch yourself before you do something foolish. Instead you part your legs for him to crawl between and he mutters a “good girl,” under his breath. It makes your pussy clench and you start to relax more. He’s not going to hurt you. It’ll feel good, you just need to relax.

His hands are back on your belly, gently caressing it as he kneels between your legs. He leans down and starts to press soft kisses all over it. It actually feels nice. You bring your hand up play with his hair. You know he likes it, and as always it pulls a satisfied groan from him.

He kneels back now, drinking in the sight of you below him but his hands remain on your belly like he can’t bear to be parted from it.

“Look at you,” he says, a hint of wonder in his voice. “So fuckin’ pretty, growin’ my baby.” His eyes almost bulge out of his head as he feels the baby move inside you. “Did you feel that baby,” he looks at you with such excitement that for a moment you forget everything that has come before, right now, for this one moment Joel isn’t your captor, your rapist, your keeper. He is just the father of your baby.

You give him a smile, “I felt it,” you rest your hand over his, “I’ve never felt a movement like that before.” You wish you could bottle the look of joy that spreads over his face when you tell him that. You wish you could forever stay in this perfect little bubble. But the excited twitch of Joel’s cock breaks the spell.

He lurches forward, leaning over your protruding stomach to kiss you fiercely. He moans into your mouth as he invades it with his tongue. He’s desperate now, you can tell by the way his tongue dominates your mouth.

He pushes back up with a grunt. “You were such a good girl for me today, remembered all your answers, did such a good job.” He starts shuffling back on the bed, until he’s lying with his head resting on your thigh. His hand idly starts stroking through your folds bringing a whimper out of you. It’s been months since he’s touched you like this. With tenderness and care. You’ve missed it more than you’d care to admit.

“Think you need a little reward for bein’ good. Would you like that baby?”

“Yes! Please Joel!”

He kisses over your mound and buries his face in your still damp curls, inhaling deeply, “smell so good baby,” he groans before he’s spreading your lips apart so he can admire you fully.

“Prettiest fuckin’ pussy I ever saw baby.” He licks from your hole to your clit, “prettiest,” he licks you again, “tastiest,” and again, “tightest.” He plunges his tongue into you and you gasp in surprise. He fucks you with his tongue, slow and steady, spearing his tongue into you, then flattening it and running it in circles inside you before retreating and repeating. It’s slow and sensuous and maddening. He’s never taken you like this. He’s eaten you out before but always with a goal of getting you wet enough to take him. This is all for you. Your prize for following his orders.

You moan as his thumb finds your clit, rubbing in circles in time with the circles of his tongue inside you. Your hips start to grind down into his face of their own accord. His other hand rest casually by your navel. You can’t see him over your tummy and you find yourself sad that you can’t. You wish you could look into his eyes as he does this for you. Instead you settle for resting your hand over his on your belly. He immediately interlaces your fingers, giving you the connection you were craving.

He starts to increase his pace with his tongue and his thumb. You feel the pressure building in your core, a string of moans, gasps and whines escape your throat as it builds and builds. You feel the bed rocking beneath you and with a shock you realise that Joel must be humping the mattress. He’s enjoying this you think abstractly. And for reasons you don’t understand, that thought sends a wave of arousal over you and your hips buck into his face, pushing his tongue even further into you. You feel rather than hear him growl into your pussy the added vibrations snapping the tension within you. Your back arches off the bed as your thighs twitch and tremble. The pleasure radiates outwards from your pussy all through your body, like cracks spreading on an ice covered lake. Your ears ring and your vision blurs and you don’t think you’ve ever felt that good in your life. It puts all the other orgasms Joel has wrenched from you to shame.

You gasp for air as you come down, your brain feeling scrambled from the intensity. It’s only as you feel the insistent pressure of Joel’s cock at your entrance that you feel your consciousness snap back into place.

“There’s my girl,” Joel groans, voice thick with affection as he realises you’re back in the room. He’s on his knees at your centre, your legs hooked over his arms and your hips raised slightly off the bed as he slowly pushes himself into you. “So fuckin’ tight for me baby, God I’ve missed havin’ you like this.”

He bottoms out with a ragged moan, his head tipped back in ecstasy. He sits for a minute, trying to get a hold of himself before he comes just from pushing into you. You feel so fucking good he’s about to lose his mind.

He brings his head back up, eyes open and looks you in the eye as he starts to move, slowly at first, savouring the feel of you around his cock now that he doesn’t need to rush.

“Jesus baby, you feel like fuckin’ heaven. So warm and wet for me, huggin’ me so tight.” He keeps pumping into you, using his grip on your legs to pull you into his thrusts. His eyes roam down over you. Your tits are bigger than the last time he saw them. Swollen and full. Your nipples look bigger too but he’s not sure if that’s just his imagination. Either way he loves watching your tits bounce with every movement.

He tears his eyes away from them to look at your belly. So round and perfect. It’s the most beautiful sight he’s ever seen. He has half a mind to order to walk around the house fully naked at all times, just so he can see the masterpiece he’s made of your body.

He speeds up now, he can tell you’re feeling good by the way your pussy is rippling around him. His balls slap against your ass harder now as his movements become rougher, with a wet thwack as they get soaked in the slick that’s leaking from your pussy.

“Takin’ me so good baby, like this pussy was made for me.”

You cry out as he leans further forward, burying his cock even deeper and hitting all the sensitive spots inside you. He can feel how close you are.

“Play with those tits for me baby, got my hands full at the minute,” he jokes as he starts to really pound you. You do as you’re told and start to fondle your breasts.

“Fuck that’s hot! Pinch those nipples baby, just like I would, yeah that’s it, good girl.” You shatter. Completely falling apart on his cock. You wail, your back arches off the bed once more and you feel Joel’s seed spilling into you in warm pulses.

“Fuck! Yeah!’ he grunts as he finally stills.

He pulls out and you feel the rush of him spilling out of you onto the already soaked sheets. You won’t be able to sleep in this bed tonight, you’ve surely soaked through to the mattress.

He pulls you up off the bed and back into the shower where he thoroughly washes you and himself. Then he pulls you into him, your beck to his chest and cradles your belly, letting the warm water cascade over you as he knows you like it. He kisses your neck and hums contentedly every time he feels the baby move.

“Got an appointment with the doctor tomorrow morning, 9 o’clock clock.”

He feels you stiffen, “it’s nothin’ to worry about, she just wants to check you over and make sure everythin’s ok. I’ll be there with you, ain’t nothin’ to worry about.”

“Ok,” you whisper, slightly relieved that Joel will be with you. You’ve never seen a doctor before. It was always a luxury you couldn’t afford in the QZ.

“And then after that, we’re goin’ to see the Pastor and he’s goin’ to marry us.”

“Marry us?!”

“Mmm that’s right. You, me and the baby, we’re gona be a proper family. No one will be able to take you away from me then.”

“I’ll be yours forever?” you ask, not knowing what else to say. You know this isn’t optional.

“Yep, forever. Don’t that sound nice?”

You know there’s only one right answer. “Yes. I love you Joel.” You don’t. You do care about him in a complicated way but it’s not love. But you know you’ve said the right thing when he groans and turns your head towards him so he can kiss you on the lips.

“I love you too darlin’. And if you’re a good girl for me tomorrow, I’ll give you another reward,” he tells you and you have to bite your lip to stop from moaning and your thighs involuntarily clamp together. He just chuckles and bends you over, ready for another round.

The next day, you get the all clear at the doctor before Joel rushes you to the little chapel in the centre of town. When you arrive Tommy and Maria are already there. Tommy looks happy, smiling at you and Joel as you enter. Maria looks like she just swallowed a lemon. You’re not sure why she rubs you the wrong way as she absolutely has the measure of Joel but you can’t help the animosity you feel towards her. You ham up your happiness at your nuptials just to piss her off. You think you may have even taken it too far with your breathy “I do’s,” and flirty looks at Joel but when he gets you home he eats you out three times. Your body is a quivering mess of pleasure by the time he fucks you and you’re so far gone from your orgasms that you don’t even come back to yourself until after he’s finished.

As expected, you’re given a new set of rules to abide by and make Joel happy.

Firstly, you are to be naked and waiting on the bed for him every day at 12:30 when he’s working so he can come home and fuck you on his lunch break.

You are allowed to leave the house twice a week without Joel. Each excursion will be agreed with Joel ahead of time and you will report back to Joel every person that you interacted with and what was said. If anyone asks who you are, your first response is always, Joel Miller’s wife, followed by your name.

What Joel says goes, no talking back, no arguments and no disagreeing with him, not in private but especially not in public.

And finally, your pussy is open to him at all times. If he wants you, he can have you, no exceptions.

In all honesty you didn’t mind the rules. You knew you were going to be getting fucked no matter what and having you whenever he liked was not a new rule. Nor was not arguing back, you’d learned that one for self preservation a long time ago. Having a little bit of predictability with your lunch time seeing to wasn’t unwelcome and it helped break up your day. And you didn’t really like being out without Joel. You felt exposed and nervous. You found you couldn’t trust anyone you spoke to, always waiting for them to reveal themselves to be a monster. You went out twice a week as instructed or Joel said Maria would be on his case thinking he’d locked you away. You would walk to the market and buy something from a different stall each time before power walking back home, trying to avoid as many people as possible. The rest of the time you kept busy cleaning and organising the house ready for the baby.

On one of these trips out you were cornered by a young man. He looked around your age. He kept trying to talk to you, blocking your path when you tried to leave, even after you told him you were married.

“Your husband’s pretty old though right, won’t be long til you’re back on the market,” he’d said with a cocky wink. Your stomach roiled, a mixture of fear at being harassed by a stranger and despair that this might become commonplace if you were to lose Joel. You didn’t hold back. You vomited all over him, aiming directly for his chest instead of turning away. You made your escape while he cursed and retched himself.

Joel had found you on the floor of the bathroom, crying, huddled in the fetal position. His eyes had darkened as you told him what had happened.

That night he took you to the dining hall for dinner, despite your protests which earned you a mark for punishment once the baby was born.

“That him honey?” Joel asked of the man currently glaring at you from across the hall. You have a small nod and fought back tears. Joel had just nodded and went back to his dinner.

Two days later that man was dead. Found hanging from one of the beams in the stable. No note was found but it was quickly ruled a suicide. You knew differently though.

“You see the things I do for you?” Joel groaned in your ear as he pumped into you from behind. Your back was held tight against his chest, his arms wrapped around you, one hand squeezing at your tit, the other cradling your ever growing bump. “I’ll always keep you safe baby, no one messes with my girl.”

You clamped down on his cock at his words, his admission that he’d killed for you. Try as you might you couldn’t bring yourself to feel bad about it and instead concentrated on the pleasure building in your core.

///

As the weeks went on Joel got more and more obsessed with your belly, making you walk around in just your bra whenever he was home so he could look at, touch, kiss your belly whenever he wanted. And every night he would lay his head on it and talk to the baby, tell them how much he loved them, how he couldn’t wait to meet them. You felt a pang in your chest whenever he did it.

When you went into labour Joel stayed with you, holding your hands and guiding your breathing and telling what a good job you were doing, how proud of you he was. And when she finally arrived, screaming blue murder, you sank into his body and let him love on you, kiss you and hold you and tell you how much he loved you. And when your daughter was placed in your arms you felt your heart swell so much it felt like it would burst out of your chest. You’d never known love like it. You held her in your arms and Joel held you in his and you both wept with relief that she was here and she was safe and perfect.

Your adjustment to parenthood was not easy, you were exhausted and overwhelmed and always on the verge of tears. Not helped by the fact that whenever the baby was sleeping Joel forced you to your knees.

But when it came to looking after your daughter he became your rock. He’d already been a parent, knew what he was doing and was more than willing to to help you learn. It never felt forced or condescending, he was so natural with her. And every time he looked at her you could see his devotion etched all over his face. He looked at you like that sometimes now too. And watching him walk around shirtless with your tiny baby nestled into his chest made your nether regions tingle.

As you predicted, your daughter had become the centre of Joel’s world. One of his favourite things to do is sit with you while you breastfeed. His back against the headboard, you between his legs, her latched to your breast as she suckles. You can never help but stare at her, this tiny creature that you made.

“She’s so perfect Joel, I love her so much,” you whisper, your finger tracing her chubby little cheek as she feeds.

Joel hums into your neck, kissing you a couple of times. “I know baby, I do too. As soon as the doc gives us the go ahead, I’m gona put another one in you.”

His hand squeezes over your womb as he says it. You know that once upon a time that would have sounded like a threat. But looking down at your perfect girl, you find you wouldn’t mind that at all.

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Baby Mine , part 2, part 3 by @tateypots

Broken after losing Ellie to the fireflies Joel finds himself a new purpose when he’s taken in by a man and his daughter.

banana cream pie by @kiraavi

Joel is heading home after another long haul when he pulls into the travel center for the night. He's been struggling with his attraction to the waitress that works at the diner there, and is tempted to avoid you completely. The promise of coffee and an opportunity to stretch his legs, however, lures him in on a night you just so happen to be working the graveyard shift.

Closer by @time-for-my-weekly-spanking

Trying to control her attraction to you was one of the hardest things Tess had ever done. But she'd succeeded. Until you made it clear how much you wanted to get closer to her. For Joel, falling into this scenario was just the natural closing of the circle.

Heaven or Hell by @aurorawritestoescape

Joel helps you to master self-control - OR - your stepdad makes you cockwarm him.

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When a child has big dreams and a little brother who he really loves, the world of possiblities seem endless when looking into the future.

Lead Me Not Into Temptation - part 23 by @tateypots

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The giant wolf that has been killing people around town shares a very striking feature with the quiet man that keeps breaking into your home— They both have the saddest, warmest brown eyes you've ever seen.

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Obligations of Love by @ess-evo

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Tom yells "Are we really leaving 200 million on the fucking runway?" Frankie sighs "OK, she'll make it." What if Frankie had said something else? What if he had said no and stood up to Tom? Two years after these events, Frankie, Will, Benny, Santi, and Tom have made it over the Andes with a significant amount of money. But what happened there has changed the dynamics between the group of men, these brothers in arms. All of it culminates the moment you enter Frankie's life, leading to another decision he and his brothers will have to make, one that might shatter them.

Max Phillips

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like a stranger, or it's the living that kills you by @tinytinymenace

Lucien goes to a party, and meets a former ingenue.

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it’s a story about two people who are very dear to each other, but too scared to turn their friendship into something else. They search for each other in other people and places until fate brings them back together at the right time

Din Djarin

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When Din is forced to be without his helmet, the reality hits him harder than he expects.

Loving You Had Consequences by @604to647

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Yours To Tame by @604to647

Worried, Din goes after you amidst a rainstorm.

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Self Recs

Endorphins ~ personal trainer!Joel Miller x f!reader

The hot personal trainer in your neighborhood gives you a one-on-one session.

Read My Mind ~ Marcus Moreno x f!telepath!reader

On your first date with Marcus, you reveal a big secret about yourself.

Video Vixen ~ Dave York x camgirl!reader

Using long, lazy strokes, he jerks off in time with your movements onscreen, watching the bright pink dildo disappearing between your fat pussy lips, swallowing it whole. He imagines it’s his own cock buried deep inside you, making you moan like that, making your legs shake.

“Fuck,” you sigh. “So big.. you like this, don’t you? You stroking that big cock, daddy? Let me see.”

He positions the camera down, his hand wrapped around his cock as he continues with upward strokes. From your bedroom over two thousand miles and three time zones away, you salivate as you watch your best customer jerk himself off with you.

“I’m coming, daddy,” you whine, the dildo disappearing into your wet and willing hole. Dave's eyes are glued to the screen, his mouth filling with saliva, thrusting up into his hand and pretending it’s you.

“Come for me, pumpkin, you can do it,” he voice is deep, rocking through you, and you envision those words murmured against your throat as he works you. The image alone catapults you into bliss, your pussy walls gripping the toy like a vise. Dave comes with you, spilling into his hand, a few errant drops landing on his bare chest.

“If I was there, I’d lick it off,” you murmur, laying back on your bed, exhausted yet satisfied, watching him through the screen.

Something dark clicks in Dave’s brain. Within forty-eight hours he emails you a plane ticket to DC.

He uses the excuse of work to be away for the weekend, opting to meet you at the motel as opposed to picking you up at the airport. He needs to cover his tracks, as he does in all things. The secrecy makes it sweeter when he steps into the seedy motel room and finds you deliciously laid out on the bed, naked, fingering yourself and playing with your nipple piercings. He’s on you in an instant, and for the rest of the night. All talk of safety discussed beforehand (he had a vasectomy after his younger daughter’s birth, and you had a clean test) you make the most of your first in-person assignation.

You weren’t sure what to think when Dave first started messaging you on the site. Customers paid a pretty penny to be able to reach out to their favorite content creators, and you vetted them carefully. Many had to be blocked. But Dave was different. He had a smooth way about him, as if he was aware of the fine line he walked in gaining access to your good favor. When you finally agreed to do one-on-one sessions with him, you realized how handsome he was, a strikingly good looking man wrapped in the package of a typical suburban family man.

That was, quite honestly, part of the appeal.

You weren’t faking getting off while you fucked yourself on camera with your favorite seven inch dildo - the very size of Dave’s own cock, though his own was thicker, a slight curve towards the head.

Plus he’s handsome, drives a nice SUV, and takes you to places to show you off. Granted, they’re a couple hours out of the way from where he lives.

Where you live as well now. Not necessarily to be close to him, but for work. The job you’ve been preparing for your whole life. Something more than just filming content. Even though you love it, you have a passion for something more, and are able to pursue it by moving to DC. At the very least it brings you and Dave together more often, even if you have to go out of your way to find places where people who know him are less likely to be.

Tonight he brings you to a club that smells like sweat, cigarette smoke, and spilled liquor.The bass is low and industrial, rattling your bones. You’re brazen on the dance floor, grinding on him, kissing, the only thing between you is the clothing you’re wearing.

Drinks in hand, you secure a booth partially hidden in a shadowy alcove. Emboldened by the alcohol and the music reverberating through you, you palm him through his pants as his hand finds its way up your short skirt, both of you gasping and sighing into each other’s mouths, splitting the taste of the boozy cocktails on your breath, getting so caught up in each other that you get on his lap without a care for anyone who can see.

“I want to devour you,” he rasps in your ear. You respond with a breathless sigh, grinding down on him.

“I didn’t think you were the rule-breaking type,” you whisper, the bass even more prevalent in the tiny booth. “They’ll kick us out if we get caught.”

“Fuck the rules,” Dave grunts. “Need that pussy wrapped around my cock right now.”

You glance around quickly, seeing only people interested in their own doings. “Hurry,” you whisper, helping him with his pants. You try to be discreet as he slides down his pants just enough, his cock jutting out from the fly of his boxers. Straddling him, you lift your skirt just enough, your thong already parted to the side. A rough groan slips past his lips just as a gasp leaves yours. For a moment all coherent thought leaves both of you.

“Move, baby,” he growls in your ear, “or I’ll fuck this tight little ass instead, right in front of everyone.”

You bite your lip on a broken cry as you writhe on top of him, hips moving seductively. Dave’s head tips back against the vinyl booth, gripping your hips as if he controls every movement. “Jesus Christ.. That’s it..” he grunts out between sharp breaths, his restraint unraveling with every slide of your wet heat. “Just like that..”

His fingers dig into the soft flesh of your hips as he pulls you down harder against him with each roll of your body. The booth is too small for this kind of thing, too risky, but god damn if it’s not the most exhilarating thing he’s done in years.

You grind down on him, deep and hard, the tip of him bumping close to your cervix, some pain mixed with the pleasure, as only Dave can give. His hands slide up under your top where you’ve gone without a bra, toying with your nipple piercings, lightly pulling and twisting. He leans in, tongue flicking the metal studs, teasing the tip of your nipple.

“Fuck!” you gasp as softly as you can, even though nobody would hear you over the music. “Dave..”

“Yeah?” he murmurs, big brown eyes peering up at you while one hand finds its way to your clit. “Keep moving, baby. Wanna feel you choking my cock.”

Your walls are squeezing him, his release threatening to spill over if you keep it up. “Good girl,” he growls against your ear. “Making me feel so damn good..”

His thumb flicks over your clit, tracing hard circles over the greedy little flesh, generating a sweet little mewl from you, your cunt clenching even harder. “Keep doing that,” you say in between gasps. “I’m gonna come..”

“Yeah?” You close, baby?” He teases your lips with his tongue. You’re not even trying to be inconspicuous anymore, bouncing on his lap, his fingers leaving bruising marks on your hips. Dave keeps up the steady rhythm, focusing on bringing you over the edge. Each roll of your body sends a shockwave of pleasure straight through him, but he holds back, wanting you to get there first.

“Come for me,” he rumbles, smirking when you start to fall apart seemingly on command. His own release coils tight in his gut as your own takes over, your cunt gripping and milking his cock. He makes sure you’re at the peak before he loses himself, burying himself to the hilt as he fills you up, his come jetting inside the deepest part of you.

He’s still inside you when you’re caught by security, a big beefy guy with a face tattoo and a backwards cap, telling you to get dressed and leave.

You park in an alleyway a quarter of a mile away. As soon as the car is parked in the shadows Dave wastes no time getting in the backseat after you. His hands are already on you, pulling your clothes off and his own. “I fucking love how eager you are for me,” he growls against your skin before sinking his teeth into the swell of your breast. You cry out as he pushes into you, already setting a punishing pace. His hands grip the backs of your thighs as he drives into you with deep, relentless strokes. The car rocks with the motion, the windows fogging up with your breath, the air around you thick with the smell of sex.

“Baby! Don’t stop!” you moan as your thighs shake in his grip. “I’m coming!” you moan, crying out his name as you finally go over the edge. His hips stutter before burying himself deep inside you one last time, spilling into the heat of your body with rough pulses, as if you hadn’t already drained him moments ago in the club.

You lay there as one, panting, sweaty, sated. Making a face, you frown at something digging into your lower back and lift your hips, pulling out a Barbie doll accessory. Laughing, you flick it under the seat. “Kids?” you ask breathlessly.

“Yeah.. always ruining the moment,” he mutters, reluctantly pulling out of you.

“Married too, I suppose?” You sit up, grabbing a tissue from your purse to clean up.

“Yeah. Though I take it that’s not a problem for you.”

You shrug, tossing the tissue out the door. “Does she not fuck you anymore?”

“It’s complicated,” is Dave’s clipped answer. “And none of your business.”

“Jeez. Sorry,” you mutter.

He lets out a long breath. “It’s fine. Didn’t mean to snap.”

Despite this flare-up, you invite him inside when he drops you at your place.

Your apartment is small but done in bold colors and prints. A small cat sleeps in its fur bed by the TV. Dave scans the place, noting how different it is from his own sterile, controlled environments. Fairy lights cast a warm glow over everything.

“Cute place,” he remarks, closing the door behind you both. “And that little demon?” He nods to the orange tabby cat.

“His name is Waffles.” You smile and give Waffles an affectionate rub on his head and he purrs in response. “What do you want to drink?” She asks Dave, going behind the bar. “Whiskey?”

“Whiskey sounds good,” he answers, strolling over to take a seat on a barstool. He notes your apartment is nicer than he anticipated. You must be doing pretty well for yourself with your revenue from webcamming. He watches you, gaze roving over your curves as you pour two drinks. “What kind of a name is Waffles?”

“He likes to eat Eggos every morning,” you explain, hiding a smirk.

Dave hmphs. “That’s one spoiled pussy.”

“Not as spoiled as mine,” you tease.

He rounds the bar, hands on your waist. “Yeah? Prove it.”

Your lips are on his immediately, savoring the taste of the whiskey on his tongue. He lifts you onto the counter.

“You ever fuck your wife in the kitchen?” you ask, briefly breaking the kiss.

“No,” he admits, “but I’m thinking about fucking you in yours.”

Skirt pulled up, panties shifted to the side, his jeans and boxers pulled down, cock free, he rocks into you again. You’re still soaked from earlier – the club and then his SUV. Small traces of his cum are still slipping out of you as he pushes in, raw and needy for you.

“You gonna scream my name for me again?” he rasps, thrusting harder and deeper.

“Yes,” you whimper. “So fucking good! Oh Dave!” His fingers dig into the soft flesh of your thighs, holding you tight against him while his hips piston with a rhythm that leaves you both panting and desperate.

“That’s it,” he grits out between clenched teeth. “Let the neighbors know who owns this pretty pussy.”

You moan his name over and over as you come, putty in his hands. Dave follows you over the edge with a rough groan, his release spilling hot into your warmth as he buries himself deep with the final thrust. “Damn right,” he mutters hoarsely. “You’re mine.”

Your core pulses around him one more time, your hands snaking around to grab his butt. “You’re insatiable..”

“Only when it comes to you. Now.. bedroom?”

Later, sweaty and sated, tangled in your sheets, you try to catch your breath in unison.

“Jesus,” Dave mutters. “You really are hell on a man.”

“Complaining already?” you smirk.

He presses a brief kiss to your temple. “Hell no. I’d be more than happy to keep going. I’m just not as young as I used to be. I might need a few minutes to recover.”

“You fuck better than any guy my age.”

A grin. “Experience counts for something.”

You sigh, letting him rest his head on your chest as you lazily stroke his hair with your fingers. “You should be home,” you murmur sleepily, “with your wife.”

Dave snorts. “Tell that to my dick. He seems to have a mind of his own when it comes to you.”

“Mmm.. I love this dick.. wanna spoil him..” You nuzzle his neck, gently cupping his still-spent cock. “Biggest cock I’ve ever had. Makes me feel like a virgin all over again.”

He’s half-hard at the thought of you as a shivering, curious virgin. It’s a thought that doesn’t stay long in his head – he’s so used to you as fantasy material, a three-holed wonder that belongs to him alone.

You look up at him. “You gonna stay, or..?”

He falls silent. He knows he should leave. No good can come from staying. He’s a married man, after all. He’s supposed to be better than this.

But he isn’t.

“I’ll stay,” he murmurs against your neck.

The routine becomes too easy, too comfortable. It worries him because he’s not supposed to care about you. He can’t. He’s a married man. But he still comes back each time. He gives you pieces of his time when he can: movie dates at theaters more than an hour’s drive away; late night diner escapades; but the majority of the time he’s at your apartment, bending you over the bathroom sink or slipping between your legs in the shower.

It’s not an ideal relationship – you wouldn’t dare to call it that anyway

On a random Monday in the office he’s chatting with the other agents, trading weekend stories. He wishes he could tell them about you, brag about his little slut. He’d be the envy of the whole office. But his work life and private life have to keep a respectful distance from each other.

Something pulls his attention away from Carl’s fishing trip story and he glances up, his gaze landing on you.

A knee length dress and blazer, sensible heels, your hair pulled back away from your face, minimal makeup.. he almost wouldn’t recognize you. He blinks hard to make sure he isn’t dreaming.

And this is the kind of dream he’d have.. you, showing up to his workplace, pulling him by the tie with that mischievous little smirk on your hot pink lips as you pull him into his office.. He’s thought about it more times than he’ll ever admit.

But by the looks of it you’re here on business. He mutters some excuse to his cohorts and makes his way over to you, weaving through the crowd that has accumulated until he’s standing right in front of you. On instinct he nearly reaches out, but he stops himself in time.

“Dave.” Your eyes dart around, willing yourself to maintain normalcy in your new surroundings. “I didn’t know you work here.”

That’s because I never wanted you to find out, he thinks. “Yeah,” he says, a little self-consciously, hoping this won’t turn into some ridiculous rom-come type of misunderstanding. “And I didn’t know you’d be working here too.”

Your agreed-upon terms of nondisclosure kept you from getting to know each other’s personal lives, the details of which you both remained blissfully unaware. You didn’t care where he took his family on vacations and he didn’t ask about your family or your friends. In hindsight, perhaps some honesty would have been helpful.

“I didn’t think you were interested in that part of my life,” you retort. Is that a hint of pain in your voice?

“Of course I’m interested,” he whispers, his gaze flicking about, checking for eavesdroppers. “But you didn’t exactly give me any indication that you were more than..”

“More than an OnlyFans girl?” You arch a brow.

“Yeah.” Chastised, Dave exhales sharply through his nose, fingers flexing at his sides before he shoves them into his pockets. He glances back at the group of guys and a few of them are watching him. To all appearances it simply looks like he’s chatting up the young, pretty intern on her first day. Nothing out of the ordinary.

“I’ve been assigned to you.. your casework, I mean,” you chew your bottom lip, wondering how he’ll take it.

“Really?” His eyes are like ice but there’s intrigue in his voice.

“Look, if I ask for reassignment now, it’ll look odd. They’ll ask why.”

“So we’re stuck with each other, huh?”

You nod. “For the time being.”

“Great.” Dave crosses his arms over his chest, his gaze never leaving yours. “Just what I need – a pretty little thing stalking me at work every day.”

“I’m going to remain professional and so are you.”

Professional. After he’s had his dick in every one of your holes and left his cum behind in them too. After he’s fucked his fist to every one of your videos.

“Yeah,” he says dryly. “We’ll see about that.”

Neutrality is part of the job. You’ve always been able to compartmentalize. Your secret job has provided you with enough money to never need to depend on anyone, but it’s not what you want to do forever. Working for the DIA has been a dream you’ve treasured for years, and just when it’s in the palm of your hand, your private and public selves are at risk of colliding.

During the week you’re in meetings with upper-level staff and being shown around by other agents who are just being nice and giving you tips on which food carts to avoid in the lobby. Luckily there’s not much face-to-face time with Dave, just forwarded emails and when you are in his presence, others are there. No calls or texts happen after office hours, and you don’t dare let yourself be the first to reach out.

At the end of your first two weeks there’s a meeting and of course you’re running late because of traffic. Dave’s waiting for you, a little smirk on his face but his eyes giving nothing away. He walks after you into the meeting room where the new interns go over a debriefing of their work so far. Dave keeps his expression neutral throughout, his posture relaxed but alert.

He doesn’t look at you, can’t afford to risk it, but he can feel your presence like an electric current. You only look at him when he’s speaking. When the meeting finally, blessedly adjourns, he’s the first to leave.

He waits until you’re at the water cooler before he approaches you. “Come to my office in five minutes,” he mutters. “We need to talk.”

You swallow hard, faking a smile as you meet him in his office, closing the door behind you. Dave is leaning back against the edge of his desk, arms crossed over his chest. “Come here,” he orders quietly, his gaze locking onto yours.

You approach with caution. “What do you want?”

“You know damn well what I want.” He reaches out, fingers curling around your wrist to pull you closer. His grip is firm, just enough to make sure you stay put. “But right now?” his lips brush against your ear. “We need ground rules.”

“Rules?” You’re trying to keep your hips from grinding against his.

“Yeah, pumpkin. And the first one: this–” he grinds his pelvis against yours, just enough to tease, to send a spark through you both, “--stops at the door. No touching at work.”

You stifle your whimper. “Agreed..”

Dave’s eyes darken with a predatory gleam. “Good girl. Rule number two: keep your mouth shut about us.”

You pull away from him, shocked (but not really) that he would even consider that you’d go and blab about fucking the agent you’ve been assigned to shadow. “Dave, really? I thought you knew me better than that.” You rub your wrist where he had a hold on you.

He seems annoyed by your comment, and shoves his hands into his pockets. He’s been doing a lot of that lately, training himself not to reach for you just because you’re there. “Just making sure we’re on the same page, sweetheart. Because I swear to god, if anything about us gets out–”

“I could say the same for you,” you interject passionately. “If anyone else finds out about my second job, I’ll know who to blame.”

His lips twitch with a smile. For a moment it seems ludicrous that anyone would believe he would be fucking around with a camgirl. “Fair enough,” he mutters. “Just remember, I’ve got a hell of a lot more to lose than you do.”

You glare at him and mutter “Asshole,” before turning on your heel and leaving.

You’re determined not to let Dave’s presence put a dent in your internship. You worked hard to get where you are, despite the randomness of starting this affair with Dave. There’s just no place in your life to mix business and pleasure. You’re aware of his eyes on you in the office, the frown etched onto his face when one of his colleagues talks with or flirts with you. It happens more often than you’d like, but you manage to brush it all off with professionalism. Unfortunately your cubicle isn’t far from Dave’s office and he has a pretty good view of your desk. Currently one of the junior analysts is laughing at something you didn’t intend to come off as humorous, and as he’s leaving his hand on your shoulder a second too long, you know Dave’s watching, and what really is humorous is that he can’t do a thing about it without risking exposure of your arrangement.

At the end of the day you give Dave a quick, friendly wave, briefcase in hand as you pass him in the parking garage. He looks up at you, no discernible emotion in his eyes. “See ya tomorrow,” he calls out, watching you get into your car.

Behind the wheel of his own vehicle, he watches in his rear view mirror as you start up the car and leave. On the road now, he starts for home. There will be a lovely dinner spread out on the table, probably a glass of bourbon freshly poured, waiting for him in his wife’s hand as he comes through the door, his kids happy to see him, jumping and clawing at him, showing him their artwork or their dolls or whatever is making them happy this week.

But he finds himself taking the road that leads to your apartment instead. In no time at all he’s outside your door.

“You shouldn’t be here,” you tell him decisively through the crack, only the chain lock between you.

“Yeah? Well, I’m here anyway.” He shifts uncomfortably on the doorstep, all pent up lust and frustration swirling in his veins. “Can I come in or what?”

Knowing he’s persistent, you let him in with a sigh. Dave glances around your apartment. Nothing new. Your heels are off, your blazer is draped over the coat rack, and you’ve poured yourself a glass of wine to kickstart the evening. Your hair is pulled down, framing your face. You’re the picture of post-work relaxation.

“You know, you always look good, but those work outfits don’t suit you at all,” he says casually.

“Oh? Think I look better in pasties and a thong?”

“Damn right you do,” he growls, invading your bubble, hands sliding around your waist as he pulls you flush against him.

“Don’t fuck up this job for me,” you warn him.

“I won’t..” his face is buried in your hair, collecting the last vestiges of your strawberry shampoo and the perfume you didn’t have time to re-spray this afternoon. “I know what I’m doing.”

“Dave. I’m serious.”

He pulls away. “So am I. But right now all I can think about is how bad I want to bend you over that couch and remind you what you’re best at.”

“How dare you!”

He smirks, his grip on you tightening as he backs you up until your legs hit the couch. “You know I’m right, pumpkin.” His cocky expression infuriates you and makes you hot at the same time.

“Dave, I mean it!-” but you’re cut off as he lunges forward, covering your mouth with his before pushing you down onto the sofa. “Fuck you,” you mutter, getting to work at unbuckling his belt, pushing his pants down to free him. His fingers tangle in your hair as he guides your head where he wants it. “Yeah,” he mutters gruffly, “you will.”

Glaring at him you get to work, taking him deep in your throat without any mercy. “Good girl,” he gasps, “you know what to do.” Using suction and a lot of saliva, you bob your head on him before letting him thrust in your mouth. “Fuck,” he mutters. Your mouth is like heaven, all warm and wet around him. “Gonna make a mess down that pretty throat of yours.”

You moan around him, grabbing his ass and pulling him forward until your nose is pressed to his pelvis, your throat bulging with his cock. Dave growls, hips jerking forward uncontrollably. The way your throat squeezes around him has stars bursting behind his eyelids. He’s not going to last much longer. “Shit,” he rasps out. “Get on your hands and knees for me.”

A change of heart, then. But you’re so cock-drunk that you obey without question, getting on all fours on your sofa, your work skirt bunched up around your thighs as Dave shuffles your pantyhose and underwear off in one go, shoving them down to your knees. His cock twitches at the sight of you like this, ass in the air, pussy drenching the insides of your thighs. He doesn’t waste another second before pressing against you, one hand anchored to your hip while he slams in to the hilt.

“Dave!” you scream out, fingers digging into the arm of the sofa.

“Yeah? You like that?” His free hand tangles in your locks, yanking your head up so you’re looking at him over your shoulder. “You feel so goddamn good.” His thrusts become relentless as you gasp and scream his name, asking for more, harder, please, and he slams into you with enough force to knock the very breath from your lungs. “That’s it.. take every inch,” he growls. Your walls spasm around him, your sopping pussy clenching like a vise as you come, screaming out his name, nerves firing in a brilliant storm of light as you barely register the swelling of his cock, the twitching that implies his own climax. He doesn’t last much longer after that, hips stuttering before burying himself deep inside, painting his release within you.

You slump over the sofa arm, wincing as he pulls out. But he’s not done yet.

He watches his spend dribble out of you, the way your cunt pulses, pushing it out. He scoops some with his fingers, using it to trace the rim of your asshole, smirking as you tighten around nothing before he gently shushes you, pressing his middle finger inside, pushing past the tight ring of muscle. You automatically clamp around him, curses spilling from your mouth as he fingers your ass, leaving your empty, greedy pussy to squeeze around nothing. “C’mon,” he grunts out, “you’ve taken something bigger than my fingers before. I know you can give me one this way.”

It’s true, and even now you hate to admit it, but he’s already wrenching the pleasure from you, one hand mercilessly working your clit as you continue to tighten around his fingers. “Come for me,” he grunts, playing your body like he has something to prove. Your every cell is already finely attuned to his actions, and despite how much you try to fight it, your vision whites out as you come again, drenching him, leaving you spent.

“You all right?” he asks gruffly, a hint of concern in his tone despite himself.

“Yeah,” you answer him, pulling your panties back on. “This can never happen at work..”

“Don’t worry,” he says, getting dressed as well. “I know how to keep a secret.”

“No, I mean.. we can’t continue seeing each other like this. It’s going to be harder now. We’re working together.. it’s riskier for us.” You dare a glance at him, finding disappointment clearly etched on his face. “I’m sorry, Dave.”

“You’re sorry?” he repeats, chest heaving. There’s a wild desperation in his tone that he can’t quite squash down. “All this time, everything we’ve been through, and you’re gonna throw it all away like this?”

“It was just sex,” you shoot back.

“Don’t give me that bullshit. We both know it was more than that. No one else can make you come like I can.”

You shiver. “Dave, don’t use that against me.”

“You’re the best piece of ass I’ve ever had. Ever. You can’t tell me it wasn’t the same for you.”

You’re quiet, unwilling to give him the truth at first. “It was the best I’ve ever had,” you admit. “But you don’t even respect me as a serious person with a future. You want me to be onscreen, flashing my tits and letting you fuck me in an alley. You only like me dirty.”

“That’s not true.” Dave’s jaw clenches at your words, a muscle twitching in his cheek, his teeth grinding. “That’s not true,” he grits out. “I respect you..”

But you don’t care to hear anymore. “We both got what we wanted tonight. We’re done. Good night.”

You don’t watch as he leaves, but as soon as you hear the door slam shut an emptiness takes over you. You tell yourself there was no other way. Dave York is a roadblock to your future and had to be dealt with.

You manage to ignore him at work, but not forever. It’s not as if you can transfer. You’ll just have to hope that he finds some other pretty thing to distract him until he forgets about you. It’s hard to imagine it now when you’re still reviewing cases and evidence side-by-side with him.

Only four weeks pass by before you find yourselves alone together again.

Pressing the button for the down elevator, you patiently wait until the ding, and the door slides open to reveal Dave inside, alone. Hesitant, you step in. Dave is stiff next to you, eyes fixed forward. The silence between you is suffocating but neither of you dares to speak first.

The moment stretches on until finally he can’t take it anymore.

“How long are you going to pretend I don’t exist?” he mutters.

“We have no reason to talk beyond work,” you reply, staring straight ahead, mentally willing the elevator to hurry to the ground floor.

“Like hell we don’t,” he grumbles. “You don’t get to just cut me out like that.”

“I can. Because you don’t think I’m good enough to do what you do for a living. You want me to be a camgirl and nothing else.”

“I never looked down on you. Not once,” he fires back.

“Bullshit.”

Dave slams his hand for the stop button, trapping you between him and the elevator door. “Bullshit? Why the hell would I be with you if I thought you were beneath me?”

“Because all I’m good for is fucking, right?”

He shakes his head, frustrated. “If that was all I wanted, I wouldn’t have stayed those nights I did.”

“Quit trying to prove yourself as a great guy. You’re not!”

He goes on as if you hadn’t spoken. “Do you know why I stayed? Because no one – no one – has ever made me feel the way you do. And I don’t want to lose that.”

“You’re selfish. You like being with me because it’s wrong.”

His dark gaze flickers as you hit it right on the mark. He doesn’t deny it, he doesn’t even try.

“So what if I do?” he challenges. “So what if I like the thrill of something secret, something forbidden? It doesn’t change the fact that I have feelings for you.”

“You.. what?”

Dave exhales sharply, stepping away, giving you breathing room. “I said I have feelings for you. Happy now?”

“What good are your feelings to me? You’re married,” you point out. “It’s pointless, Dave. Just let me go.”

“No,” he growls. “I won’t let you go. Not when you’re all I think about every goddamn day and night.”

“Dave.. this is a bad idea.”

He doesn’t answer with words. Instead he crushes his lips to yours in a searing kiss that leaves no room for argument. His hands slide down from your wrists to hold your waist as he pulls you closer. “Then let me be bad,” he murmurs against your lips.

“We shouldn’t be doing this here,” you remind him, but you’re shamelessly rubbing against him like a cat in heat.

“You really think I care?” he grunts. “Tell me what you want, pumpkin.”

“I want you inside me..”

You kiss again, hungrily, clawing at each other as if trying to climb inside one another’s skin. Dave can’t get enough of you, the way your hands grab at him, the desperate little noises you make as he kisses down your neck. “You want me inside?” he whispers. “Don’t say it like a good girl. We both know you’re not one. Say it like a dirty girl.”

“Stuff me with your cock,” you murmur.

He doesn’t waste another second before spinning you around, pressing you to the wall. He rips the pantyhose apart just to get to you, not bothering to slide them down. Panties pushed to the side he extricates himself from the confines of his own pants and pushes into you with one sharp thrust.

You brace yourself against the wall, crying out as he thrusts hard into you, his grip like iron on your hips, pulling you back onto his cock over and over. “Don’t stop,” you beg him.

“Not gonna stop,” he growls out.

You give a strangled cry, coming apart at last, your pussy milking his cock. His lips curl into a sly smile as he leans forward, whispering in your ear, “That’s my good girl. Now get on those damn knees.”

As soon as he pulls out you’re bare-kneed on the cold floor, his cock in your face. He taps your cheeks with his dick, teasing you as you try to put your mouth on him, smearing your own arousal on your face, covering you in your own cum.

He’s saying, I call the shots here.

He’s reminding you that you’re in his world now.

And as soon as he shoves himself inside your wet and willing mouth, he pushes you all the way down, forcing you past your gag reflex, making you take the whole of him without difficulty. Just when you think he’s going to spurt down your throat, he pulls out suddenly, stroking himself until he comes in hot splashes across your face. A few plops fall into your open mouth as you gasp for air. You’re wiping it from your eyes when you finally look up and see what you should've seen all this time: Dave, standing over you, phone in hand, filming you.

“I thought you might need more content,” he murmurs, zooming in on your cum-covered face. “This is what you’re good at, after all.”